Whore's Torment and Maids' Dance
Changnyeo could not hide her pained expression at the kind of treatment I had never given her before. It was not the face that frowned slightly while pleasantly savoring the pain.
Hanging naked from the hook installed on the doorframe above the bed, I watched him while leaning back against the mattress and sipping brandy. I wore nothing but panties. Having waited for me in full, heavy makeup like the usual Changnyeo in order to receive punishment, he seemed utterly bewildered by my sudden roughness; tears kept spilling down his cheeks. Perhaps it was simply the pain. Ten clothespins, modified to lessen the discomfort, dangled from his cute little cock, yet I suspected even that brought considerable agony. What I had shoved into his anus was not a dildo but a pumpkin wrapped in plastic. Since I had never used a hard pumpkin before, I knew it could not be easy for him to bear.
Even so, I simply watched him for nearly twenty minutes. I was clearly venting my frustration. On the surface it was because he had offered Jeongsook and Yeojeong unni the chance to service me without my permission, but the real reason lay in the way the Gukhwa matter kept twisting in strange directions. Frustrated with my own inability to settle things cleanly, I was taking it out on Changnyeo.
Watching his face turn black as the mascara ran became increasingly pitiful. I began to hate myself for tormenting the woman I loved. That feeling told me it was time to release him and share some affection. I had kept him in torment far too long this time, and the guilt sat heavier because of it.
“Do you still think it’s perfectly fine for Jeongsook and Yeojeong unni to lick my body? Since you let the maids service you, do you believe I should receive the same?”
I asked while removing the clothespins one by one.
“Yes, my mistress… sob… of course I thought you should also receive the maids’ hospitality… sob… Hic… If my thinking was… sob… too shortsighted, I’m truly… sob… sorry, Mistress.”
His words kept breaking apart amid the sobs, but they were easy enough to understand. After the pins I peeled away the medical tape around his anus and slowly withdrew the pumpkin. His body twisted, releasing a strange sound that blended pain and pleasure. I gave his buttocks a sharp smack, fetched the prepared brandy, and slipped a straw between his lips. He drank nearly half the glass in one long pull.
I set the glass down, stood before him, and slid my panties off. Anticipation that he would soon be allowed to serve me sparkled in his eyes.
“I must have been unusually excited today. My panties are far wetter than usual, hoho…”
It was true. For some reason my secretions had flowed so heavily that the front of the fabric was soaked through. Seeing me roll the panties into a tight bundle, he knew what came next. He opened his mouth and waited. As he wished, I pushed the wad deep between his lips. Then I knelt and began to caress his cock with my mouth.
It was the first time I had pleasured him orally while he remained suspended like this. Perhaps that was why he grew fiercely aroused and could not last long before he came. I quickly rose, pulled the panties from his mouth, and spat the semen that had pooled on my tongue straight into his. After confirming he had swallowed and licked his lips clean, I stuffed the panties back inside.
“What do you think of today’s special service?”
While I took out a cigarette he mumbled something. Naturally I had no idea what he had said, so I simply looked at him. He nodded and gave a sweet little smile. The pain had already vanished, leaving only pleasure behind. It was truly remarkable, yet I had grown used to it, and since he enjoyed it this much I had nothing more to say.
“Oh, and you still haven’t done the underwear laundry, have you? You said you’d collect everything over the weekend? Well done! What’s in your mouth right now will dry and then you will wear it every day until bedtime from now on. Even if it feels unpleasant, endure it. Tomorrow morning I’ll pull out what I wore and put it on again. It’s a present for your two maids. You understand what I mean, don’t you? Hohoho…”
I loosened the rope. His arms, still locked in leather cuffs, dropped heavily. I grabbed the rope and led him toward the bed. The leather shackles around his ankles forced him to follow me in tiny, shuffling steps. I sat on the bed and spread my thighs. He settled between them. I yanked the panties from his mouth, tossed them to the floor, and pulled his head tight against me. Soon his tongue began its skillful, intricate dance.
I stubbed out the cigarette and surrendered myself to his expert technique.
After several hectic days dealing with the new business, the Saturday I had promised Jeongsook finally arrived. Until yesterday afternoon I had kept silent about the “special event” I was planning for the two of them. It was merely a variation of what Yeojeong unni had done to Lucy, so it might not amount to anything remarkable, yet from my standpoint this was my first entry into their private SM league and I felt strangely nervous.
Jeongsook likewise said nothing about the coming event. I could not tell whether she had heard something from Changhee or whether work left her no room to think about it. Still, her silence was better for me. After all, a gift is most thrilling when you open it the moment it is placed in your hands.
Jeongsook and Yeojeong unni greeted Changhee and me wearing maid uniforms complete with corsets and heavy makeup. Slight smiles curved their lips, but the expressions were not those of friends welcoming guests, and the sight startled me. Yet because their faces were no longer the ones I knew—colored contact lenses and dramatic cosmetics turned them into entirely different people—the distance helped. The rule that they would not answer unless spoken to only heightened that pleasant sense of separation. One glance told me they were enjoying this game both happily and with deadly seriousness. They looked and behaved exactly like the maids I had seen online a few times at Changhee’s suggestion. It amazed me that they had grown so addicted they had boldly stopped the hypnosis therapy since last week. To pursue their pleasure without relying on hypnotic suggestion meant they had firmly established their own SM territory.
The already “delivered” Lucy and Penny were tangled together in a cocoon shape. Bundled in the sixty-nine position I had seen at Delma last time, the sight was strangely compelling. An indescribable excitement slowly bloomed inside me as I watched. Today, apparently, they had been delivered in exactly that state; Yeojeong unni had specifically ordered it. It seemed true that she possessed far more creative—or bizarre—ideas in this area than Changhee.
A modest drinks table had been prepared in the living room. I slipped off my outer coat and handed it to Jeongsook, who stood waiting at my side. Changhee did the same, passing hers to Yeojeong unni. The two accepted the garments with perfect courtesy and carried them to the small room. I guessed that was their dressing room. Later I would see one side filled with ordinary clothes and the other with every kind of SM toy and costume imaginable.
Changhee and I both wore tight spandex dresses. I had considered the Catwoman outfit we had prepared when Changhee first trained them, but decided that clothes already familiar to my body would feel better. Beneath the dress I wore only the panties and pantyhose I had worn for several days in preparation for today. I peeled the pantyhose off at once.
After Changhee poured the drinks, he fitted nose hooks onto the two maids’ noses. Two pig-nosed beauties were born on the spot. The sight made me laugh out loud. Yet I knew such “humiliation” was an excellent way to arouse the maids, so I laughed even more extravagantly. Still chuckling, I bestowed a glass upon each of them. The polite way they accepted the liquor and thanked me delighted me further. We immediately toasted to the evening’s pleasure.
While several more rounds disappeared, we unwrapped Lucy and Penny from their cocoon, removed the dildos lodged in their mouths and anuses, and bound the pair separately. True to Changhee’s bondage-centered SM style, he tied them skillfully and without causing pain, then hung them side by side from the hooks installed above the dressing-room doorframe. He reinserted the dildos into their anuses and flipped the motor switch. The gentle background music masked the sound of the devices. Their writhing bodies looked as though they were dancing in time with the melody.
“Candy and Jade, show us what you can do as well.”
When I jerked my chin toward the wide living room, the two maids who had been kneeling rose without a word and moved into the space between the dressing room and us, beginning to sway seductively. I quickly turned up the volume, returned to my seat, and put a cigarette to my lips. Changhee lit it for me before I could ask and settled close beside me. In that moment I understood exactly why those who hold power are so reluctant to relinquish it.