The Daily Routine Has Changed - 9
The video call ended.
My first attempt at remote play had been thrilling and strangely fascinating all at once. Just moments ago, on that screen, Jian—no, the meat toilet—had spread her legs obscenely wide in an empty office and masturbated for me. Honestly, watching that vulgar display had gotten me so hard my cock had stood straight up.
Fortunately the office sat in a remote corner of the building, and the rest of the team was out on field work today, so I had the place entirely to myself.
"Hoo..."
I let out a long breath and drew in another, slow and deliberate, the way you do when you're trying to meditate. Remote or not, people from other departments still dropped by without warning whenever they needed something. It was lunch hour now, so no one was likely to appear—but afternoon work would start soon enough, and I needed to calm the raging erection between my legs before then.
As I coaxed my cock back down, I turned the whole thing over in my mind. Come to think of it, online play was completely new to me. Before meeting her, I had never degraded anyone this severely. More precisely, I had only ever met partners for offline sessions, so there had never even been a chance for remote play. And even during those offline sessions, I had never pushed the degradation this far. At most there had been egg-laying play and water torture with my previous partner—the one who had eventually hit post-play guilt and left—and even that had stayed confined within the bounds of a scene.
When Jian had first gone silent and then come back to play with me again, I never imagined things would advance this far. I had assumed we would take it slower, or that a frightened Jian would call it off halfway through. That was what I had expected.
What I had with Jian now felt like the boundary between everyday life and play was starting to blur. No—more accurately, it felt like play was devouring everyday life.
"Haa... Feels good, and yet it's pissing me off."
I muttered it under my breath. It wasn't training the meat toilet that irritated me. It was the reality I was stuck in. Time was the problem. Of course both Jian and I were office workers, so a shortage of free hours was only natural. But I simply could not find windows to train her remotely. More precisely, those bastards from other departments made it impossible to catch a clean moment.
The idiots calling me over nothing were the mild cases. At worst they walked straight into my department's office, appeared behind my chair, and barked, "Deputy!" I had told a few of them more than once that if they needed me they should call from the other side of the partition where they could already see me—but they never listened. On top of everything else piled on my plate, I was genuinely on the verge of exploding at work.
It had stacked and stacked until, before I could blow even harder, I had told my team leader I was quitting in a month.
"I'll be resigning in a month. I'll stay through the end of this month."
"Ah... really? Are you going to another company?"
"No, nothing like that. Just a lot of stress building up."
"Then... I'd really prefer if you could stay a little longer..."
"Excuse me?"
"We're short-handed right now... Let's talk again once we've hired someone to take over your work. We'll find a replacement soon."
"Ah... Understood for now."
I should have insisted on leaving then and there. Instead, like an idiot, I had let sentiment keep me hanging on. At least training Jian as a meat toilet had been letting off some of the pressure. Of course I knew full well that using play as a stress outlet was a terrible idea—the risk of an accident rose sharply when you stopped regulating yourself and just played to blow off steam. More accurately, maybe what I had found was a sense of stability in my life.
But yesterday and today those other-department bastards had kept wandering in and out of the office to ask me things, and I was on the verge of a second explosion. Every time they showed up I lost my window to train the meat toilet. I had to hide KakaoTalk, and I had to slap something over the screen whenever toys or clothes were visible.
"Excuse me—didn't I tell you that you can just call me from over there?"
"Ah, sorry, I was in a hurry..."
No matter how many times I asked them to call from the far side, they never so much as half-listened, brushing it off with the single excuse that they were rushed. Because of people like that I had grown hyper-alert; the moment I caught footsteps or any hint of presence I hit Alt+Tab and switched screens on instinct. And of course that particular moment had been when I was trying to buy supplies for the meat toilet from an adult shop and arrange delivery—I had nearly been caught with the page open. If those people had seen it, the office gossip would have been guaranteed. Without that lightning-fast screen switch, I would have been finished.
Remembering all of that while I was training meat-toilet Jian had soured my mood all over again. The good feeling had been completely ruined.
...Ah!!
Right in the middle of that irritation, something suddenly clicked. When those other-department people had barged in, I had been mid-purchase on items to send the meat toilet—I had hit the buy button but never confirmed the order. I logged into the adult goods site and pulled up my order history.
"Oh... looks like it's coming today."
Fortunately the order seemed to have gone through cleanly. Estimated delivery was this evening. The shipping address was the same Smile Box locker I had used last time when I sent the meat toilet the vibrating egg and the anal plug.
"Hmm....!"
Staring at the order confirmation on the screen, I started mapping out the next phase of her training. Quitting the company this year was all but locked in. I had saved a decent amount, the place I lived in was already paid off, and I had cleared my debts not long ago, so the financial pressure was light. The truth was, even with all this workplace stress and irritation, I was still showing up partly because I wanted to put a little more money aside before I left. Some of that was ordinary future-proofing—but recently another reason to need cash had appeared.
The meat-toilet training plan.
Doing play-sex in motels every time was, for one thing, a bit of a waste of money. If we kept seeing each other, we could eventually play at each other's homes. But what I had in mind went well beyond that level of problem. I wanted to turn a long-held fantasy—something I had only ever imagined—into reality, and that was going to take money.
"Oh...!"
Caught up in my own thoughts, I suddenly became aware of myself and let out a short, startled breath. In the past, my top priority had simply been finding someone—anyone—to play with. Now I was drawing up plans to turn a person into a meat toilet lower than livestock. The change in me felt strange. And then I understood.
My everyday life had already, unmistakably, transformed.
As evening quitting time approached, I started packing up. With no one else in the office, I finished in a hurry and walked out. It was almost pure instinct. Part of it was how sick I was of the company—but a clean on-time exit was a universal human priority.
Halfway through those idle thoughts on the way out, something snagged at me. There was something I was supposed to tell the meat toilet, and the uneasy sense that I had forgotten it would not leave me. No matter how hard I tried, I could not pin it down, so I unlocked my phone, opened the app that controlled the vibrating egg, and switched on the remote vibration. Then I opened KakaoTalk and sent a message.
Inside the box was clothing.
This is...?
I lifted the clothes out of the clear plastic bag. A pair of blue panties, a T-shirt that looked extremely short, and a set of white knee-high socks.
Aren't these just underwear...?
Curiosity got the better of me, so I tore the bag open and laid the pieces out on the bed one by one. The top looked like a tank top—so short that if I put it on, my entire stomach would be bare. The bottom was a pair of blue cotton panties. I had expected there to be actual pants as well, but it was only the panties. And then the white knee-highs. Three pieces in total.
Ping!
I checked my phone.
The instant I read that message, a sharp tingle ran through my pussy. It was strange and electrifying at the same time. I've really been trained this thoroughly... I felt exactly like Pavlov's dog—no, like a bitch in heat.