A Changed Everyday - 1
"Yeah. A D/s contract."
"Ah..."
I'd seen it before on the SM community. Some people in D/s relationships wrote up contracts now and then. As far as I knew, they didn't carry any kind of legal force...
"Hmm..."
"Is writing up a whole contract overkill? You don't like the idea?"
"N-no, it's not that. You're the first Master who's ever brought up a contract with me, hehe."
"Fair enough... If you look around the SM community, plenty of people post sample contracts, and there's no shortage of people who romanticize the idea. But you almost never see anyone who's actually done it."
"That's why I'm curious about it too... But I have another question."
"Hm?"
"Does it actually have any legal force?"
"Probably not, right? It's basically the same as a slave contract, it's not an employment relationship, and it involves a person's freedom. I'd guess it's just a formality."
"Haha, I suppose so."
"Yaaawn... Talking about this is making me suddenly sleepy... Let's sleep for thirty minutes."
"Yaaawn... Shall we...?"
I was genuinely exhausted. Master and I dozed off for a moment on the bed, still naked against each other.
Briiing-briiiing!
The instant we actually drifted off, the motel phone rang almost at the same time.
"Yes."
Master took the call for us.
"Yes. Yes. Understood."
Click.
He hung up and sat up.
"They said we've got thirty minutes left."
"Ugh... I was this close to actually falling asleep..."
"Tell me about it... I'll shower first. You get dressed."
"Yeees... Yaaawn...!"
We'd barely slept at all. The yawns came on by themselves.
Master walked into the bathroom still naked, and the sound of running water followed right after. In the meantime I hunted down my bra and panties — the ones he'd stripped off me so roughly and scattered to every corner of the room — and put them on first. Skirt, knee-highs, and short sleeves went on after that, and once I was fully dressed I sat on the edge of the bed again.
I turned on my phone and checked how much time we had left. About thirty minutes until checkout, it looked like.
The moment Master came out toweling himself off, he pulled on his underwear and started gathering up the toys strewn across the room. The dildo that had been thrusting into my pussy and stirring it up, the C-string-shaped Vibrating Egg, the plug that had stretched and spread my ass, and the Anal Tail that had turned me into a bitch — he collected them all to wash and carried them into the bathroom.
The water ran for a little while. Then he came back out with the toys still dripping wet, wrapped in a towel in his hand.
When he'd first said he was going to shower with only thirty minutes left, I'd wondered if that would even be enough... But thirty minutes turned out to be plenty of time to clean the toys and pack everything up.
"Rest while I put this stuff away."
"Ah... okay... Are you sure you don't need help?"
"What... you mean right now?"
"Uh... 'right now'?"
"There aren't that many toys."
"Ah..."
Master paused in the middle of wiping down a toy with the towel and looked at me.
"You don't know what that means, do you?"
"Uh... just that you didn't bring that many toys today?"
"That's right. And..."
"And...?"
"I've still got plenty of other toys to torment every last inch of you. And if I need more, I'll just buy them."
"Ahn..."
I pictured it. My pussy throbbed.
If I thought about it rationally, that might have been nothing but talk. But after what my body had just been through in our play, I couldn't believe for a second that it was only words. The moment I imagined it, my pussy clenched in a conditioned reflex.
"...Come on. Don't tell me."
Master looked at me and muttered it under his breath.
"Yes?"
I answered as if nothing were wrong.
"You're not, are you?"
"Not what?"
"That face. That's a wet-pussy face."
For a second I thought I'd been caught and nearly lost control of my expression, but I just barely held onto my poker face.
"I don't get that lewd in everyday life, you know! I can keep things separate!"
Trying not to let it show, I put on a slightly stern face and answered in a curt voice. But if Master lifted my skirt in this state... he'd know immediately.
"That so...?"
Master started walking toward me, step by unhurried step.
"I-it is...! Master's training... was good, but... I don't think I'm at the point where just hearing about it does that to me yet?!"
"Really?"
His expression looked frightening. The earlier kindness was gone. His face had gone flat, and his voice dropped low.
"It is...!"
"Hnn..."
Master watched me in silence. He took out his smartphone and checked the time.
"Checkout's almost here, and play's over for today, so I'll let it go."
Whew... I breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
"...Okay."
With fifteen minutes left until checkout, Master finished packing the toys into his bag, got fully dressed, and sat on the edge of the bed.
"...."
"...."
An awkward silence filled the room.
"...So."
"Y-yes?!"
I startled reflexively, thinking he was about to slip a hand into my panties to check whether my pussy was wet.
"Uh... you're overreacting a bit, aren't you?"
"Ah... I guess it was just too awkwardly quiet. Hehe..."
"Anyway. What do you want to eat?"
"Uh... hmm... something a little filling, I think..."
"Want to get hangover soup? I know a place near here."
"Yes! Heehee, I feel like I haven't been to a hangover-soup place in forever."
"It's been ages since I've gone to a hangover-soup place without actually drinking first, haha."
"I just throw together some ramyeon at home when I need to recover, so I barely ever go to hangover-soup places!"
"Plenty of people recover with cup ramyeon, yeah. Oh, right. Make time next week."
"Y-yes?"
He said it like an order. But the commanding tone didn't sound unpleasant at all. If anything, it made me tense.
"The contract we talked about earlier."
"Ah... yes..!"
"Let's meet next week and write it up. I'll draft it and bring it."
"Ah... okay."
"A weekday would be better, right? I've got plans next weekend..."
"You... have plans on the weekend?"
A twinge of jealousy stirred in me.
"Yeah. It was arranged in advance."
"Then... would Wednesday evening around seven work for you?"
"That works, but would Jamsil Station be all right?"
"Yes! The office isn't that far from Jamsil, so it should be fine!"
"Then I'll see you then. I'll bring the contract."
"Yes!"
"Ah, time's up. Let's go eat."
"Yes, let's get something good, hehe."
We each grabbed our bags — Master's bag and the side bag I'd brought — and were just about to step out the door.
"Ah, right. Take this."
Master held out the C-string Vibrating Egg that had been inside my pussy out on the street earlier.
"Ah... this..."
The Vibrating Egg had been washed clean. I tucked it into my bag.
"I almost forgot..."
"I'm letting it slide today, but..."
His tone suddenly grew heavy.
"Ah... yes... I'm sorry..."
The apology came out of my mouth before I even thought about it.
"It's your first time. It happens. Anyway, let's go."
"Yes.."
We did one last check to make sure we hadn't left anything, put on our shoes, opened the motel room door, grabbed the key card, and stepped out.
We took the elevator down, returned the key card, and walked out of the motel.
Five in the afternoon in May, and it was still broad daylight. We came out into the bright street and headed for Master's car.
His car was a fairly large SUV. Even after a short-stay was over, he told me, this motel let you leave the car parked for a little while.
We opened the doors, put the bags inside, and went to eat.
After hangover soup with Master, we stepped back out of the restaurant.
"This place is really good~"
"I stop by here sometimes when I come out to the Konkuk area. It's pretty decent."
"It was genuinely delicious. And it hit the spot."
"Guess it suited your taste. Good."
"Let's come again next time."
"When we're in the Konkuk area? Yeah, let's eat here again then."
We walked for a bit after the meal.
"Ah. I'll drive you. Come on."
"Eh... are you sure? You must be tired..."
"It's fine~ I've got the car, so it's better to just drive you."
"I'd really appreciate that, then!"
"Let's get to the car first."
"Okay!"
We went back to the motel and got into Master's car.
"You must be tired — thank you...!"
"It's nothing. Jian, you said you live alone, right?"
"Ah, yes. My family's place is out in Gyeonggi-do, but it's a bit far from the office, so..."
"I'm trying to quit myself because of the commute. I'd like to move too, but the circumstances just aren't there."
"A long commute really is exhausting..."
"Where should I drop you?"
"Ah, near Gyodae Station would be perfect!"
"Ah, that's not far at all."
And just like that, Master drove me to the station near my place and headed home.
Of all the days in the week, Wednesday had to be the busiest.
Calls coming in from everywhere, people summoning me... A truly infuriating amount of work. My position wasn't even supposed to be one that piled up like this...
I should have been taking it easy at home by now, but the department had asked me to stay through the end of the year, so I was hanging on for the time being. It was a ticking time bomb. No telling when I'd actually walk. Giving them a month's notice should be enough.
If I were off work right now, I'd be calling that bitch Jian over and putting her through hard slave training... There wasn't a single thing I liked about this company.
I didn't have a printer at home, so I borrowed the office multifunction machine. I brought the D/s contract document I'd prepared in advance on a USB drive and opened the file.
Luckily nobody was using the copier. I hit print, and the moment the machine started whirring I darted over. I checked the printout, folded it so no one would see, and slipped it into my bag.
Six in the evening. Quitting time. I was out faster than anyone and headed for the subway. Same line all the way to Jamsil Station — about twenty minutes.
I arrived at Jamsil Station and sent a KakaoTalk.
I went into M Cafe, ordered an iced Americano and an iced caramel macchiato, and sat down. Before the coffee came out, I looked over the contract.
Honestly, it wasn't much of a contract. Even so, the fact that things had come to this was strange enough that I found myself looking it over again.
While I was reading it, the coffee I'd ordered came out, and I went to the pickup counter. As I took the cups, I glanced outside — the bitch was walking this way.
"Ma— ah, Oppa! I'm over here!"
She'd almost said Master, but switched it to Oppa on the spot. So she did remember what I'd told her.
"Coffee just came out anyway. Let's go sit."
"Yes♥"
She answered in that sweet, coaxing voice.
We went up, drank our coffee, and looked at the contract.
"This doesn't have any legal force anyway. We're just doing it for fun."
"That's true, but... it still feels like a serious contract, heehee."
"I've already signed, so do it the way I did — lay both pages out side by side, sign next to your name, and also sign in the middle where the two pages overlap, right below my signature."
"Oh... you're really doing it like a company signature, huh?"
"We're doing it for fun, but putting on the proper form isn't a bad thing, right?"
"That's true, heehee."
She laughed playfully and finished signing.
"Whew. All done. Aren't you going home, Oppa?"
"Feels like a waste to do just this one thing and leave..."
"Ah, that's true, hoho... Want to just go look around the area?"
"That'd be nice, but...."