066. Master's Orders: Don't Call Other Girls 'Bitches'! Punishment: Fill the Meat Toilet for a Week!
Sylvia, who had been sniffing me all over like she couldn't get enough just moments ago, suddenly pulled back and adopted a stern demeanor.
"Stand up straight."
"Wha... she really is pissed!"
"Shh! Even if I'm going easy on you since you confessed, you still have to take your punishment! Stand properly!"
"I'm screwed."
I roughly assumed attention position, but Sylvia furrowed her brows in anger.
"What the hell is that gross stance!? I said stand up straight normally!"
"What's wrong with this!? Fine!"
At her disgust for attention stance, I immediately relaxed into a normal standing position as she instructed, just standing still.
I couldn't imagine Sylvia doing anything too harsh to me, so I wasn't really tense.
But why does she hate attention stance so much? Does it make her feel too submissive?
It was a plausible guess. But that wasn't important right now. I stood still, meeting her gaze, and thought.
My hunch was right. She was upset. This was the first time I'd get scolded... what punishment would she give?
A short distance in front of me, Sylvia crossed her arms and tapped her foot. She tilted her head slightly, scanning my posture from head to toe with narrowed eyes like she was inspecting me—then she did something unexpected. She knelt gracefully at my feet.
"...!?"
I wisely kept my mouth shut and just watched, but I couldn't help being flustered by her sudden kneel.
Sylvia placed her fists on her knees, lifted her head and eyes, and opened her pursed lips with a scolding vibe.
"Even though you were honest, you need to know it was clearly wrong. Seducing another girl besides your master is a huge mistake. Enough to make your master kneel in person like this."
Her words made my head spin. I couldn't hold back and asked,
"...Shouldn't I be the one kneeling?"
"That'd be true for normal people. But you and I are master and slave. When the slave messes up, it's common sense for the master—me—to kneel."
I couldn't wrap my head around it. Without thinking, I blurted,
"......Why??"
"Because the one kneeling feels more shrunken and has their heart squeezed tight. Of course the master has to kneel. That's the end of the explanation! This is reflection time, not Q&A. Now, reflect out loud on what you did wrong. While stroking my head."
She was kneeling below my gaze, but her eyes were sharp. No time to panic. I racked my brain.
I picked words with maximum sincerity for her. No excuses like it wasn't intentional... sincere apologies were hard to drag out long.
No choice—I went with the short one that came to mind.
"Uh... um... Sorry. Even with you here, I made another girl—"
"—From today on, don't call other girls 'bitches' in front of me. To you, there's only one bitch in this world: me."
Sylvia cut me off abruptly. Her upturned red eyes seemed to spark with anger. Fine, what should I call them then!? Oh! She said to call them 'women' earlier, right?! That must be it!
"...Even with you here, I made another woman's cheeks flush red. Sorry."
Even as I said it, I wanted to smack my forehead—was this really an apology? Sylvia listened silently, expression unchanged.
"I'll be really careful from now on. I was wrong. ...But believe this: the only one I like, or will ever like, is my master."
"...."
I saw it clearly. The corner of her mouth twitched. It was a lame apology with nothing else coming to mind, but it seemed to work.
All that was left was to bend down and sincerely stroke Sylvia, who knelt motionless with hands on knees!
Sarahk. Sarak.
...Even as I did it, it felt like a bizarre way to apologize, but Sylvia the local said it was the norm, so what could I do? The way she softly closed her eyes and accepted my touch secretly sent a chill down my spine for a moment.
When my stroking hand finally stopped after a while, Sylvia bowed her head slightly and sniffled.
Damn crybaby, she really whimpered! My mind snapped alert.
"I thought you weren't bothered, but you must've been really shocked..."
"Sorry! I'm such an idiot for making you sad."
"...Stand up. Slaves don't kneel."
I awkwardly crouched instead of kneeling to match her eye level and hurriedly hugged her. My hand that had been stroking her hair slid down to pat and rub her back.
"I'm crying from relief, not because I'm that sad, okay? I do like you, but I'm not some crybaby who bawls over this."
Sylvia burrowed deep into my arms and grumbled.
"Tch... If you think this makes it all better, you're wrong. It's not over. Since it's your first time hurting my feelings... I'm giving you punishment..."
She hugged back with a trembling voice. I just thought I really needed to watch my behavior from now on. This incident was a blessing in disguise. I relearned that my master, who likes me too much, could get deeply hurt over something small—so I had to be extra careful.
... ...
..........
Night fell, and in the room, Sylvia and I stood facing each other naked. Tonight's service would be a little special.
As her slave, I'd dared talk to another woman and make her blush—I was about to receive punishment for that.
Sylvia, baring her stunning figure without shame, started with the first words about the punishment.
"Tonight, we're doing your ass."
Her anus. We'd only played with fingers until recently, when the first sex torture used a dildo to stretch it wide.
"And for the next week, you'll live with my cum filled inside every day like that. That's your punishment."
"Ass... for a week...."
I recalled the other male slaves' libidos and stamina in this world. Unlike them, I was unusual, serving her every night, but wasn't she completely ignoring the standards other slaves got for punishment?
But what does it matter?
Thoughts like that faded as meaningless. Sylvia was hurt by what I did and called it punishment. But it wasn't punishment for me. No matter what she ordered, it wouldn't be. If prioritizing her meant easing her heart, I had no reason to complain. Especially since it wasn't hard for me.
Meanwhile, Sylvia raised one eyebrow and puffed her cheeks—she'd noticed my wandering mind.
I shoved aside useless thoughts and focused on her. My sultry naked master smoothed her pouty expression and continued about tonight's service—er, punishment.
"From start to finish tonight, only meat toilet position."
"Meat toilet..."
"I'll show you. Take me to bed."
She naturally spread her arms wide, posing for a hug. Even with a slightly stern face, she was cute.
This is punishment time! Get it together!
I scooped her up under the arms, and she wrapped her limbs around me. My erection pressed between her thighs and wilted downward, but it was just the angle. Touching her body only stoked its rage, stiffening the shaft and reddening the glans.
I want to do it.
I carried her to bed and laid her down. Sylvia swallowed hard, her clear eyes filling with heat. Classic quick-to-arouse perv master.
She flexed her flexibility, lifting both legs straight up to her head, using her forearms and palms to pull and press her calves and ankles down toward herself. Her big tits gathered in the middle, emphasizing her neckline to cute belly button, soft lower belly where her womb was, and her hairless tightly clenched pussy exposing only the pink clit hood— all vulnerably and lewdly on display.
Fucking hot.
"See... with my bitch thighs in a U-shape up top, all concave like this—doesn't it look just like a toilet seat?"
"Huh? Oh... yeah, it really does."
Fucking turns me on. I desperately held back from pouncing and thrusting in.
Sensing my vibe faintly, Sylvia curled her lips slyly and continued explaining in her lewd tone.
"...Don't blink—look closely. Seeing your master's flesh-and-blood form mimicking a toilet like this, you get what meat toilet means, right? This is the meat toilet position. ...What do you think?"
"...Lewd. Insanely."
"R-right? It's lewd, huh...? ...Hng...♡"
Sylvia's brows twitched as she held the meat toilet pose firm. Love juices squirted from her sealed pussy slit.
Pyuik- Pik-!
She climaxed hands-free just from my reaction to her vulgar pose. Truly a premature, lame, squirting pussy, I thought, but kept a straight face and admired her.
When do we start the punishment? I wanna do it now.
"Haa...♡ Y-you keep pressing down on me in this pose the whole time from above, injecting cum into my ass... that's the punishment I'm giving..."
"Start right now?"
"My hole's too tiny compared to your big dick, so first fingers to loosen..."
"Ah, right...!?"
Juruk— While Sylvia lewdly demanded and gulped saliva in excitement, midway through.
Turned on by the pervy acts ahead, a trickle of nosebleed dripped from her nostril.
"Sylvia, nosebleed!"
"Wha, huh!? Don't worry. I'll magic it away!"
Sylvia erased the blood without breaking meat toilet pose. Then, like nothing happened, she continued.
"How long you gonna just stare? How much longer you gonna make your master's ass hole wait?"
Only then did I move my hand, slipping one finger into Sylvia's anus.