The Day an Ordinary Femsub First Met Her Master — Part 2

The end of a day is always exhausting.

Today, like every other day, I'd been worked like a dog at the office. Well — "worked like a dog" is a figure of speech. Honestly, I'd snuck a few NSFW tabs open on the office PC here and there, but still, things had been unusually busy lately. Not that "NSFW" meant anything serious. I couldn't exactly pull up hardcore SM clips at work. Which meant ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I had no choice but to sit there all day with the heat clamped down tight. I was going to quit soon anyway... but what could I do? For now, I just had to endure it.

The moment I got home and shut the front door, I stripped my clothes off and flung them around the room. I knew that if I lay down first, claiming I was tired, I'd never get up to shower. Better to wash the second I walked in. So I peeled everything off, headed straight for the bathroom, and cranked the shower on. I dialed in the water until it ran warm, then washed the day's grime and exhaustion off my body.

I toweled off just enough to stop dripping, pulled on a pair of briefs, and walked back into the bedroom, drying my hair as I went. Still in nothing but my underwear, I sat on the edge of the bed, DualShock in hand, and powered on the PlayStation. I held the button down. A beep, then the familiar whir of the console spinning up.

"Anything worth playing these days...?"

I scrolled through my subscription library, found something that looked interesting, played for about an hour, then got bored and shut it off. I sat down at my desk, booted the PC, logged into Windows, and browsed the Steam library that auto-logged me in. I picked a few titles with zero playtime and gave them a shot, but after an hour or two none of them held my interest either. I closed them out.

"God, I'm bored... Why does my life have so little juice in it..."

I opened Chrome, logged into the cafe for the first time in a week, and headed over to the SM board to see what had been posted. The moment the main page loaded, I noticed a little 1 sitting next to the chat icon in the upper right.

"Huh...? What? Someone messaged me? Nobody ever messages me..."

What the hell? Why would anyone be messaging me? I sat there turning it over in my head. Then, all at once, something flashed through my mind.

"Ah!! The recruitment post!!"

The post I'd written last time. The one I'd put up like an old fisherman casting his bait and leaving the line in the water, waiting to see what bit. It had been about a week. I'd completely forgotten about it. But had it actually worked? Even thinking it, I couldn't quite believe it.

"Nah... no way..."

I muttered it under my breath, still unconvinced. Curiosity won out anyway. I clicked the chat icon. A popup appeared. There was a single new conversation in the list.

That was all it said. I checked the username — and it was someone I never would have expected.

Her? Messaging me? Because of the recruitment post? No way... it can't be...

It was a handle I knew well. I'd seen it around plenty of times. I remembered her as a femsub — the kind people occasionally commented was pretty. I'd even traded a few comments with her here and there. Based on the experience posts and preference write-ups she'd shared, she didn't seem like someone who went in for hard play at all. I kept doubting whether this was really about the recruitment post. But she hadn't posted any "open for chat" thread of her own, and the only post I'd put up was that one recruitment listing...

"Hrm..."

Old play sessions flickered through my mind. Femsubs who'd reached out to me out of nothing but raw curiosity. They'd gone along with egg-laying play, curiosity carrying them that far — but most of them would only tolerate a golden shower on their chest, and that was the limit. Drinking piss? Vaginal urination? Intra-rectal urination? Not even in their dreams. I was almost ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠certain this one had contacted me for the same reason — curiosity, nothing more.

"Hah... seriously..."

I let out a sigh and sat with it. Should I even reply? Wouldn't this just fizzle out like all the others? Hah... But I didn't have much choice. I hadn't played with anyone in years. The thought crossed my mind — maybe I could take her on as a play partner and train her slowly. After a long stretch of back-and-forth in my own head, I clicked into the chat, half-believing, half-not.

A Read 1 marker popped up next to it. I answered her greeting.

Whether she was on the cafe right now or not, the Read 1 didn't appear immediately.

I'd gotten off work a little earlier than usual today.

The evening Seoul subway on the way home is designed to push a person's stress to the absolute limit. The Line 2 stretch from Gasan to Jamsil is a human compression chamber — people shoving each other to carve out a sliver of space, then just hanging on for dear life the whole way. I was one of those people. Station after station, riders got off and more piled on, a constant churn — but a few stops later the crowd thinned and I could finally breathe again.

I finally made it home. This time I just wanted to wash up and collapse, so I walked into my room and stripped everything — blouse, skirt, underwear, stockings — and went into the bathroom completely naked. I eased the faucet around until the water hit the right temperature and washed the day's dirt and fatigue away. I came out, pulled on just a pair of panties, and turned on the PC. Between showering and tidying up a little, it was already eight. I left the PC booting, watched a bit of TV, then went back to my room, sat down at the desk, and logged into the cafe.

After logging in, I hit the main page and was about to click into the SM board when I noticed a 1 next to the chat icon.

"Ugh... which creep is it this time..."

Every so often, some horny idiot on the cafe would just spam DMs at fems, hoping something would stick. Cafe rules were clear: if you wanted to chat, you posted an "open for messages" thread, and people messaged the person who wrote it. Break that rule and you'd get reported, sanctioned — or in bad cases, kicked entirely.

"Haa..."

I sighed and clicked the icon.

Click.

"...Huh??"

The chat list loaded, and the username sitting in that conversation was... strangely familiar.

".....Ah!!"

I'd completely forgotten. A week ago, I'd read that insane recruitment post and sent a message. I opened the chat. He'd replied.

I typed back.

A Read 1 popped up instantly.

She had actually read my recruitment post and sent a private message.

I'd been sure our play styles wouldn't match, so I kept the conversation going with a healthy dose of skepticism.

The more we talked about our preferences over chat, the more it seemed like our play styles didn't quite match — and yet the thought kept blooming that I wanted to try it with this person at least once.

Just as I'd expected, she had clearly come out of curiosity. And that made me hesitate even more. The worry that it would just fizzle out like before... At the same time, another thought began to creep in, slowly filling my head.

If her degradation score has already climbed this high... I might as well train her completely.

It was, perhaps, a thoroughly irresponsible and devilish thought. I had never even met this person. All I'd ever done was trade a few comments with her on the community.

But on the other hand—

The odds aren't zero, are they?

—that thought rose up and scrambled everything in my head.

Alright. Let's just go for it. If we play and she doesn't like it, she'll stop answering.

I decided to trust the mental fortitude I'd built through years of play drought, and go all in.

She seemed to hesitate for a moment, wrestling with something, before she sent her reply.

I sent her my OpenKakao link, and before long a KakaoTalk ping chimed from my phone.