057. Perverted Master's Oath: Handing All Rights to Her Slave Before Sexual Torment Begins! Demanding Object Treatment, She Even Insists, "Then Let Me Undress You Myself, Master."
"Hold on. You don't need to undress me this time."
"Huh?"
"Listen up. Once we start the sexual torment, nobles don't get attended to. The only exception is semen service, which this genius witch has specially arranged just for today."
"Oh? Why's that? Because it's called 'torment' or something?"
"Hmm... There are some very noble and complicated reasons for it. But with only a day left for the torment, explaining it in a way an otherworlder like you can easily understand would be a waste of time. Let's skip it for now. Just watch what I do next and follow along, okay?"
"Uh? Uh... sure, why not."
I paused my hands, which had been about to undress her, and stepped back. Sylvia drew out her wand. Since summoning me, she'd never once undressed herself. But this time, she swung the wand, using magic to make her clothes slip off cleanly on their own.
I'd figured she could do that since she'd dressed with magic in a hurry before, but seeing her strip right in front of me like this was a first.
Swish— In the blink of an eye, her naked body was revealed, her lush silver hair cascading over it. No matter how many times I saw it, she was stunning. Her petite frame boasted huge breasts, a slender waist, and below that, a smooth, hairless pussy with just a hint of pink hood peeking out, tightly closed. A body that never failed to turn me on. I saw it every day, yet I could never tear my eyes away. I fixed my gaze on my master's irresistible nude form and decided to ask why she was undressing like this.
"...Is there a reason you're undressing yourself?"
"Shh. I said let's skip it. Hmm... I don't wanna take off this necklace... Sigh... But it's proof I'm the master, so I guess I have to for now?"
Sylvia even removed the necklace herself. I was even more puzzled. This went against everything she'd said so far about nobles having their slaves manage their bodies. There had to be some reason for it.
—As I was thinking that, Sylvia placed her collar, underwear, clothes, wand, and everything else neatly on the floor to her right, then knelt at my feet completely naked, bowing her waist and head flat to the ground.
"Sylvia!?"
It was an incredibly bewildering sight. Why was she suddenly prostrating herself like that? I blurted out her name without thinking, and she cut me off, declaring from her bowed position:
"—I, Sylvia Armani Rune Lumer, from this moment forward, swear to transfer all my rights to my slave and become his property."
"What?"
While I was flustered, she crawled forward on her belly, wriggling toward me, and started removing my shoes. She even peeled off my socks, then stuck out her tongue to lick and kiss the top of my foot.
Slurp... Chup... Chup... Smack♡
"Sylvia!? What are you doing?"
"Eut... Didn't you agree to follow my lead? This is all just minor etiquette, so don't worry about it! No time to explain. We've only got 24 hours for the torment, so hurry, hurry."
Minor etiquette...? Cold sweat dripped down my forehead as I agonized. Even in this situation, my dick was getting hard—talk about being honest with my instincts. No helping it; I let her tend to my foot obediently.
'This isn't gonna become our relationship from now on, right? It's just temporary...?'
I didn't want things between me and my lovely Sylvia to suddenly change like this. But her eyes, filled with expectation and impatience, made me relent, and I accepted her foot-kissing.
Not content with just kissing the top of my foot, Sylvia rubbed her cheek against it, smooching away like a pet. Then she flattened herself to the floor again, her breasts squishing against it, craning her neck up to make a shocking demand.
"Finally, put your foot on my head and step down hard. That's the only way we can truly start the sexual torment."
"No way, what the—"
"Save the complaints. We've only got 24 hours! I want every second of torment without wasting any, so pretty please."
Prostrated flat, Sylvia gazed up at me with desperate eyes. Eyes so compelling I couldn't refuse... Sighing inwardly, I placed my foot on her head and pressed her to the floor.
"Eut♡"
I toned down the pressure since the cold, hard floor looked painful, but Sylvia seemed satisfied even with that, her hips twitching in pleasure.
'Shit... this is insane.'
This opening to the torment exceeded my wildest imagination. Maybe I'd underestimated it. I had no idea when to lift my foot, and the mood didn't allow asking Sylvia. After what felt like 15 seconds of my own timing, I tried to ease off.
But she sensed the reduced pressure like a ghost and grabbed my ankle tight.
"......"
"...Okay, got it."
The silent pressure from her face smashed against the floor under my sole forced me to keep stepping for another full minute...
One minute later.
"Huuu...♡"
Sylvia's forehead was slightly red, her lips twitching, eyes glazed like she was drunk as she rose. Then she clasped her hands behind her back and thrust her pussy forward.
Assuming that familiar perverted pose, Sylvia started spouting nonsense again.
"I'm your property now, so carefully inspect my body again. Normally, the slave should know all this and handle it themselves... But since you're the one tormenting my body this time—and it's a special situation where I'm being punished—I'm explaining it."
"Ah. Okay...?"
"Go on. Check your property's condition—every nook and cranny. Make sure everything's intact, sensitivity's normal, all that. Key point: it's completely different from how you usually manage master's body with respect and care. In simple terms, drop the reverence. Got it?"
'??? What's the difference...?'
I didn't fully get it, so I gently stroked and rubbed her body, checking all her sensitive spots. In seconds, sticky love juices dripped from her pussy toward the floor, signaling her arousal.
"Hng♡ Huuut...♡"
Drip. Even as her pussy juice hit the floor, Sylvia held her hands-behind-back pose like a slave at market, accepting my touch without breaking form.
...But when I finished and pulled away, she puffed her flushed pink cheeks and grumbled, pointing out my mistake.
Why!?
"That's not it... It's no different from usual! Not like handling master's body. Ngh... In one word, treat me like an object or livestock. I'm not your master now—I'm property. Don't you get it?"
"What are you even saying..."
I still didn't understand at all. In the end, I had to try again.
Twenty minutes later.
After several attempts until she was satisfied, I finally passed. It took over twenty minutes. Sylvia, who had cum three times along the way, squirted her juices with a pleased face.
Squirt...! Splurt— Splat—!
"Hak...♡ Haak...♡ That last one was barely acceptable...♡ Damn! Don't you like me too much? F-Feels good, sure!! But how can we do proper torment like this?"
Her lips curled up at the part about liking her, then she smirked mockingly in the end. My competitive side flared; I steeled my resolve against my hesitation.
"When the torment actually starts, I'll show you for real with my actions, so don't worry. I already figured half-assing it won't lift the curse."
"Eut...♡ Th-That's right! Talk to me with that strong glare during torment♡"
Something about it pleased her; she bashfully lowered her eyes, cheeks blushing happily.
'Ah.'
I was starting to get a feel for it. But wanting to kiss my sexy, cute girl, I went with my hunch.
"I think I get it. Pucker up. I wanna kiss you."
"N-No... We just barely got to object treatment, a sweet kiss might ruin it..."
"Lips."
"Eut...!? ...Okay...♡"
'She seems to like it when I'm forceful. This relationship is just for now, right? Kinda worrying.'
Smooch, slurp♡ Smack, smoooch♡ After a deep, intense kiss, a thread of saliva connected us before snapping. Sylvia's face was ecstatic as she hurriedly released her pose, reaching into the subspace-enabled belt bag among her clothes to pull something out.
"H-Here, take this!! I'm not your master now—I'm property, so if you need to clean my body, use this magic tool to 'rinse' me with water!"
"...Y-Yeah."
Rinse...? Fuck... Looking closely, her pupils were dilated with excitement and anticipation. Still pretty, but a hint of madness too...
'Can't feel fear toward my woman. Damn, time to take control a bit.'
I snatched the magic tool from her and yanked her by the nape into another forceful deep kiss. Her ample breasts squished hard against my body as I pulled her close. Feeling that softness, I sucked her tongue and swapped saliva. Her budding madness ebbed with the sudden kiss.
Sylvia panted hot breaths, stretching her tongue long toward my departing lips in welcome.
"Huaa♡"
I grabbed her extended tongue, kneaded it playfully, then folded it back into her mouth.
"Haaang...♡"
After trembling for ten seconds or so, dripping another strand of sticky pussy juice, Sylvia staggered drunkenly to the torment chair and sat. Thud... She lay back on the slanted bed-like thing, attempting an even more intense restraint than before.
I'd prepared since she'd shown it earlier, but her display shocked me again. My jaw dropped. My mind blanked for a second, flashing back to a memory.
It was from that fairy tale about the slutty female explorer who washed up in the land of little people and became their slave—Slut's Travelogue. She woke on the beach, pinned to the floor by thousands of stakes and ropes around her body from head to toe, stuffed like a specimen. Forced by the little people's king to become a slave, she submitted, worked like an ox in construction, but the king jacked up food prices 100x to keep her in debt. Enraged, she stomped around causing earthquakes, toppled windmills to destroy the palace, and wiped out the kingdom.
They'd changed the name and gender to boy-friendly and toned down the little people's cruelty for kids, but nothing special—just Sylvia's lush hair pinned between the chair slats to fix her head in place. Miraculously, it didn't ruin her beauty.
'That's different from before!?'
Unlike the initial simple restraints she'd demoed while sitting bound, her limbs had sunk into the chair like it was liquid monster, hiding her arms and legs.
'Uwaah...'
Her head fixed, naked torso exposed, she was flipped upside down. Grinning mischievously like a prankster.
"Ta-daa! How's this!? Surprised, right!?"
"Huh... yeah... shocked..."
She announced it like a surprise, even as gravity made her pussy juices flow from navel to cleavage.
Utterly unfazed in that pose, flushed and triumphant. Cute and hot, but undeniably crazy.
"This restraint form is way sexier, right!? Huh? Huh? And like I said, lying like this means I can take your dick in my mouth during torment!! Surprised? Surprised?"
'...Yeah, sure... Why so innocently cheerful...'
It was the same upside-down position she'd shown once before, but clothed and normally bound then—now naked with limbs swallowed, it was shocking. Forehead in hand, I replied.
"Sylvia... this is too lewd."
"B-Because I'm a girl, can't help being lewd! It's 'cause you just accept it all. Your fault t-too...?"
"Even so, it's too perverted."
"...R-Really...? Should I stop...?"
"No! I was just so shocked I froze—didn't mean to brush it off! Just sharing my impression, no need to change it."
Of course no need to change. I blurted it out in 0.05 seconds. Her briefly crestfallen face brightened again. Posing like that upside down naked was oddly alluring. Shocked reason aside, I was incredibly turned on. My dick was at full mast, precum drooling historically.
"Ahem..."
I groped her lewdly restrained body, confirming the tight bonds, and asked:
"You can really release this, right?"
"Heeek♡ Ng♡ Eut♡ Of course! Like I said, once I'm in the restraint chair, I'm treated as an 'object' by it—you release me. Just wish for the restraints to loosen... Hiiit♡ Heeng♡ Even now, without my wand, I could use magic to break it forcefully. Haa, that's annoying. Uguuk♡ Heuk♡"
Sylvia levitated her clothes teasingly up and down, making a bitter face.
'Why! What's my master dissatisfied with now?'
I kept caressing her exposed, glistening skin but couldn't grasp why the sour expression.
"If you can free yourself in emergencies, isn't that good?"
Sylvia answered with a displeased look.
"Hng♡ Eut♡ Boys don't get it? Girls prefer absolute restraint with no escape, even if slim. Hak♡ Haaang♡"
"Really?"
Just reaffirmed she's ridiculously perverted.
"Hyaa♡ Hiiit♡ The thrill of inescapable despair! Becoming a helpless fucktoy with zero resistance against a man—that's every girl's dream. Pure fantasy, though. Ah♡! That's it!"
Some brilliant idea hit her; she telekinetically yanked the belt bag and handed it to me.
"I put Ifrit's collar in there! The one that binds even dragon mana! Put it on my neck, and I'll truly be powerless! Haaa♡ Perfect!"
"Y-Yeah... so that's how it's used."
Overwhelmed by her enthusiasm, I pulled out the collar. The perverted, scary artifact was in my hand.
"You want this on too?"
"Quick—quick—"
"Haa..."
Feeling pushed around, I roughly shoved the collar behind her neck on the chair and fastened it harshly.
Click!
"Huuu...♡"
Now she was truly helpless. Knowing she was stuck until I freed her made blood rush harder to my dick.
'I'm no better, a pervert myself.'
"You love this a ton, huh? Perverted master."
"No calling me master during torment♡"
"Got it, Sylvia."
"Ng♡ More like addressing an object...♡"
"Got it, so don't cum first, Sylvia."
"......Yes♡"
With her brows twitching at my reply, I hardened my resolve for this ordeal I'd underestimated a bit.
"Alright then... you wanted my dick in your mouth first? Height's perfect too? Position's so spot-on it's almost funny."