A Changed Daily Life - 4
"Nngh... my mouth smells like cum...!"
"So what?"
"It's the subway... they'll notice...!"
"You love that, don't you. Having everyone find out you're a filthy toilet slut."
"Ahh... Master, please...!"
"No. You're taking the subway home today. A bitch like you needs to feel some shame on the way, doesn't she?"
"Nnhh...!"
The briny taste of cum clung to my tongue and wouldn't let go, the smell of it flooding my mouth. On top of that, I had soaked myself through — a generous extra. If I went home without panties the way Master had told me to, there was a real chance my juices would seep right through my jeans.
"Nnhhh..."
It was genuinely humiliating. Even if the worst of the crowds had thinned by now, this was still the tail end of rush hour. It wouldn't be the kind of sardine-can crush you got right at quitting time, when you couldn't even find a place to put your feet — but people would still be standing close. Close enough to touch.
"Embarrassed?"
"Y...yes... it smells like cum..."
"You put a mask on and you're dead."
"Hiek...! B-but still..."
"But still what?"
"Haaahn...! I... I understand..."
"I'll let you rinse your mouth. That's as far as I go."
I must have looked thoroughly pitiful, because Master granted me that much — permission to rinse with water.
"Nnh... th-thank you...♥"
"Oh, and one more thing."
"Yes...?"
"You've got homework."
"H-homework...?"
"Yeah. Listen carefully. Here's what it is...."
I took Master's cum into my mouth until it filled me, swallowed, and stepped out of the car to go home.
"Uughh..."
The mixed taste of my own juices and his cum refused to leave my mouth. Still, maybe I was already getting used to it after swallowing twice — the revulsion wasn't there the way it had been before.
My thoroughly soaked panties were stuffed in my bag. A flicker of worry crossed my mind that my juices might bleed through the denim. Or maybe it wasn't worry at all. Maybe it was a thrill.
I pushed open the door from the parking garage into the underground passage that led to the bus underpass, walked the corridor, and headed for the subway.
"Hhp...!"
I held my breath and kept my lips sealed tight as I walked. If I opened my mouth even a little — if I let a single exhale slip out — I was certain someone would know. I could feel my uncleaned wetness soaking into the fabric of my jeans. Every glance from a passerby felt like they knew exactly what I had just been doing, like they were looking at me with contempt, and the thought made me tense up even as heat bloomed through my body.
I passed through the ticket gates and stood on the platform waiting for the train. I checked my phone. 7:30 p.m. Rush hour was over, but the platform at Jamsil Station was still packed. The waiting line was so dense that the space between the person in front of me and the person behind was almost nothing.
Uugh... they're way too close...
The fear that someone might catch the smell of cum on my breath came rushing in. Even a stray glance in my direction was enough to make me panic that they had noticed the smell and were looking at me with disgust.
The arrival chime rang out across the platform, and a moment later the train pulled in. The doors opened. People poured out like they were being sucked into a black hole, and I was shoved aboard with the incoming surge.
Nnh... too close...!
The Line 2 car I had barely managed to board was packed. It wasn't rush-hour packed — there were scattered pockets of space here and there — but the gaps between bodies were still painfully narrow. Everyone around me was staring at their phones, watching videos or browsing the internet, looking for all the world like they couldn't care less that I existed.
Uugh... if they find out...
There was nothing I could do. What if someone noticed? That single thought filled my head and left no room for anything else.
This stop is Gyodae. Gyodae Station. The doors will open on the right.
Before I knew it, the train had reached Gyodae Station. Thankfully, it seemed like no one had caught on. And yet there was something strange about the way a few people looked at me. One person never even glanced in my direction, but their face twisted as if they had caught a scent and found it off. I kept my expression as blank as I could, trying not to give anything away. Still, the dizzying thought that being found out would ruin me socially sent heat flooding through my body whether I wanted it to or not.
I got off at my stop and headed home. The street was nearly empty, so at least I no longer had to worry about anyone catching on for certain.
The moment I shut the front door and set down my bag, I stuffed my panties into the washing machine. I pulled off my short-sleeved shirt, went to the bathroom, and rinsed my mouth with water. After rinsing, I came back out to the room and stripped off my top and my jeans.
"Nnh..."
Just as I'd feared, the jeans were soaked through with my juices. I put the jeans and my bra straight into the machine, added detergent and fabric softener, and hit the start button.
With the wash running, I walked into the bathroom naked. I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature, then waited for it to warm, letting my gaze drop. What met my eyes was my Y-zone, glistening and slick.
"Uugh...!"
On a normal day, I would already have been home by now — clothes off, laundry started, shower running. The clock when I walked in tonight had said nine. That was about the time I usually got back after staying a little late for leftover work. But tonight hadn't been overtime. Tonight was the day I had signed the D/s contract with Master.
He had pulled me into his car, and inside it his hands had used my breasts and my pussy however they pleased. My chest had been squeezed in his grip until it felt like it would burst, and his fingers had thrust into me so relentlessly that my panties had soaked through — which was why I had been forced to come home without them. On his orders I hadn't been allowed to wipe myself, so the wetness had run all the way into my jeans, and even now, standing here unwashed, I was still slick between my legs.
Hahh... just wash...
I timed it with the water turning warm, took the showerhead, and started from my neck. Water spilled over my skin, and steam began to rise in soft, swelling clouds, slowly filling the bathroom. I let the spray travel down the way a hand might travel — neck, collarbone, breasts, back, stomach, ass, then my Y-zone. One full pass of water over my whole body and I could feel the fatigue start to loosen.
The steam gathered like a cloud until it filled the room, fogging the mirror the way winter fogs a pair of glasses. I kept lowering the showerhead, letting the water fall, until the stream found my pussy.
"Uugh... haaahn...♥"
A ticklish heat started climbing from below. It was the stream hitting my clit — the stimulation of it. A moan slipped out of me before I could stop it. The water should have been falling over my legs by now, naturally, but the showerhead hadn't moved. It just kept pouring over my pussy.
"Nnhh...!♥"
I had never used the showerhead on my clit before. And at the same time, Master's hands — the ones that had used me just a little while ago — started rising in my mind.
"Aahh... haah...!"
My hand drifted downward on its own. I pressed my fingers against my clit and started rubbing circles.
"Hnnn... haah... nnhh....♥"
The image of Master thrusting his fingers into me began playing back by itself, and I started masturbating to it. It wasn't a decision. I hadn't meant to do this at all. My hand had moved before the thought could form, the way a conditioned reflex moves — pressing my clit, rubbing, as if the hand had a will of its own.
As I touched myself I could feel him again: the way his fingers had been inside me. That hand, soft and rough at once, sliding his middle and ring fingers into my hole and rummaging through my folds like he was exploring, then curling them toward his palm and pressing, tugging, working the upper wall of my pussy without mercy. The scene and the sensation replayed so vividly it started to feel as if Master were right here beside me, using me all over again.
"Aauugh... uugh...♥"
Then it was his cock in my mouth that rose behind my eyes. It had been the biggest, thickest cock I had ever seen on anyone. It had frightened me at first. Now just the thought of it was enough to make my pussy twitch on its own. The moment I had taken it in my mouth played out in front of me as if it were happening again.
I had started by licking the head and the ridge beneath it, gently, with my tongue. I had felt the soft, yielding flesh of the glans against it. Then I had pushed my mouth down the shaft and licked along the length. Master's cock was thick enough to fill my mouth completely, and so hard that sucking it had felt like sucking on a club of styrofoam — a little give on the surface, unyielding underneath. The blowjob I had given him just a short while ago replayed in my head so vividly I could almost feel it again.
It was like VR. The way it happens in some movie or drama set in the future — the scenes and the sensations playing out right in front of my eyes, inside my skull, until my whole body burned.
"Nnhh... haaahn... ahhk...!"
My clit wasn't enough. The fingers pressing and circling it sped up, then began to drift lower. The way Master had done it to me, I started easing my middle and ring fingers into my hole.
"Aahh... it hurts... it stings...!"
I still wasn't open enough for two. It stung. I put just my middle finger in and started working myself slowly.
"Haaahn... aahh... that feels good...♥"
The more I thrust, the more I could feel myself loosening. I eased my ring finger in after the middle one.
"Nnhh...!♥"
The way Master had done it, I crooked my fingers into a hook and started stroking the upper wall, slow and deliberate.
"Hnnn.. haah... haaahn...♥"
Once I started, it only accelerated.
Squelch... squelch.... squelch... squelch..squelch..
Squelchsquelchsquelchsquelchsquelchsquelch
"Haaaaahn..!!!♥"
I rocked my fingers in and out slowly at first, then faster, until the wet sound came without a break. The showerhead had already slipped from my hand and hit the floor, the stream spraying wildly in every direction. I had been holding it in my other hand, but as the stimulation climbed the strength went out of my grip completely.
"Hahk..hahk.... haaaaahh!!♥"
The pace inside me climbed and climbed, and then I came. In the same instant I pulled my fingers out, and a spray of squirt burst from me, splattering into the tub.
"Nnhh... haah....♥"
I had masturbated to the memory of Master using me. My body was burning, itching, restless in a way I couldn't settle. And in the middle of that heat, one thing became clear.
The everyday I used to have was not coming back. This was my everyday now — and Master had already settled into the deepest part of it.