Chapter 81
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 81
Chapter Title: littleslave (2)
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A small ball was wedged into Ayoung's mouth.
"Mmgh?"
I fastened it securely behind her head.
The phone camera on the tripod outside the bathroom door was filming us.
"It's called a gag ball. You wear it in your mouth like this."
"Mmmph."
Ayoung made some incomprehensible noise as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.
I stood beside her, stroking her waist, and said,
"With this in, you can't talk, so at least you won't have to call me Master or anything. What do you think?"
"Mm."
Ayoung gave a thumbs-up and nodded.
Since she'd decided on the littleslave persona and the sex slave concept for her channel, she had to say things like "Master, please hit me" or "Master, make me cum," but she clearly hated calling me Master.
With the gag ball in, she couldn't speak anyway, so she wouldn't have to say that stuff. She seemed pleased.
I held up the dog collar and asked,
"Should we put this on too?"
"Mm?"
"No, skip it?"
"Mmph."
Ayoung nodded.
I pointed to the new uterus tattoo sticker on her lower abdomen.
It was something Sujin had bought but never used.
"You need this to match the uterus tattoo."
"Mm..."
Ayoung hesitated, lightly covering her lower belly.
Her obsession with fashion and coordination was an occupational hazard.
"Just for today, let's try it."
"...Mmph."
She finally accepted the dog collar, pretending to give in.
The pink-haired stunner.
White lingerie set, thigh-high stockings, and garter belt.
In the mirror, her lower abdomen sported a tacky heart-shaped uterus tattoo, and a gag ball filled her mouth.
She caught my eye in the reflection, stroked her lower belly, and looked away.
"..."
Blood surged even harder to my already fully erect cock.
Fuck, Ayoung. Why are you so hot when you can't talk?
The crotch of her white panties was already soaked.
I gave the leash a light tug and said,
"Hold this and bend over."
"..."
Ayoung braced herself against the closed toilet lid and bent over.
Whether by design or habit, she spread her legs just enough and stuck out her ass at the perfect height for me.
I stroked her sinuously arched back like a cat's, then pushed aside the string of her drenched T-back panties.
Her sopping pussy hole and pink folds, dripping nectar, grabbed my attention instantly.
Without hesitation, I pressed the thick head of my cock against her entrance and slowly thrust in.
Ayoung tensed her ass.
"Mmmph."
As my massive cock slid deep inside, she squeezed her eyes shut then open.
At the same moment, pussy juice leaked from her slit, and saliva drooled long from the corners of her lips around the gag ball.
With her mouth forced open, saliva pooled more easily, and without consciously swallowing, it had no choice but to spill out.
I tugged the leash, tilting her head back.
I pulled the chain taut and started pounding her from behind in earnest.
Slap slap slap slap
The sound of flesh colliding echoed blatantly through the bathroom.
"Ahmm. Mm. Mmm. Mm."
Each time my balls slapped against her mound with a wet smack, the long strand of drool from Ayoung's mouth swayed.
"Like cock?"
Ayoung glanced at the camera and mumbled,
"Mmm?"
Probably something like "Wanna die?" But since no one could understand, she figured it wouldn't break the sex slave character.
I wrapped the leash once around my hand and yanked it tighter.
"Hngh."
With her head pulled back, Ayoung squeezed her eyes shut and open in distress.
Her back arched even sharper.
I started slamming my cock into her roughly in that position.
Slap slap slap slap
"Mmmmmm. Mm. Mm."
Her moans seemed to echo inside her throat, trapped by the gag.
Head tilted back, saliva streamed down her chin.
Slap slap slap slap
I kept pounding until her legs shook, then yanked the leash and drove my massive cock all the way to the hilt inside her.
"Mmmmmm!"
Her supple waist snapped taut.
Her smooth thighs quivered as if desperate to pee, knees trying to knock together.
I wrapped my free arm around her waist to keep her from collapsing.
Her inner walls clenched my cock tight as her slim waist twitched.
Long strings of juice oozed from where my thick shaft was buried.
"Mmm."
Ayoung gripped the edge of the toilet lid to steady herself.
Her waist and ass still spasming in climax, but she hadn't squirted yet.
I grabbed one cheek and slowly withdrew my cock; the head scraped out, dragging her juices along her walls.
"Mm. Mm. Mm."
Ayoung puffed her cheeks, breathing raggedly.
I said to her,
"Hit you?"
Ayoung fidgeted restlessly, shifting her hands on the toilet lid.
"Keep going?"
I gripped my cock again and rubbed the head against her folds.
"Mmm."
Ayoung panicked and reached back.
"What."
"Mm."
Her insides clenched, more juice drooling out in a long strand.
"Huh?"
Desperate, Ayoung reached one hand back to caress her own ass.
"What's with your ass."
She smacked her own cheek.
"Oh. You want me to hit it?"
"Mm. Mm."
Ayoung nodded vigorously.
"Is this how a sex slave asks?"
I stroked her dripping pussy as I asked.
"Mmm."
Ayoung lifted and lowered her legs restlessly.
I caressed her ass and said,
"If I spank you, you'll obey?"
"Mm."
Ayoung nodded obediently.
I tugged the leash.
"Come here."
Ayoung straightened up.
I pointed to the bathroom floor.
"On all fours."
Against my expectations, Ayoung dropped to the floor like a dog right away.
Oh?
I thought she'd refuse.
Her ass faced the phone filming from outside the bathroom.
After Sunday, three days without it must have built up bad. Plus, filming with the sex slave concept.
She looked ready for anything.
Push a little further?
I placed one foot lightly on the waist of the writhing, desperate Ayoung on all fours.
She glared up at me murderously.
Since her back was to the camera, she figured that expression was fine.
Don't push too far. Just a bit.
I lightly tugged the leash and commanded,
"Spread your legs more."
"..."
Ayoung, still glaring, looked forward and slowly spread her legs.
"Good girl."
I half-expected her to jump up and claw at me.
One more thing.
I told her,
"Reach between your legs and spread your pussy. Then I'll make you cum quick."
Please. Please.
Ayoung glanced up at me, then forward again.
After a brief hesitation, she slid one hand between her legs.
Oh. She's doing it.
And she spread her pussy toward the camera with her fingers.
"Mm. Mm."
Her gaping hole clenched, long strands of juice dangling down.
I urged her,
"Keep it spread while you cum?"
"Mmm?!"
Ayoung looked up at me, then flicked her eyes to the camera, mindful of it.
Yeah. For the shoot.
"Nod if you get it."
Unable to speak, she nodded as if giving in.
I bent at the waist, tugged the leash tight instead of spanking, and said,
"Cum."
Her head stayed tilted back, staring blankly at the ceiling as her ass trembled.
"Mm."
And at the same time,
Spliiiish—
She started squirting clear fluid onto the bathroom floor.
"Mm. Mmm!"
Instead of moans bursting from her mouth, they reverberated inside her body.
Unable to control her waist and hips, she convulsed, squirting nonstop onto the floor.
Amazing.
She cums just from the command.
Is Ayoung a masochist to her bones?
How else is this possible?
She kept her pussy spread as ordered.
But her rebellious lower body and the mind-melting pleasure made her let go eventually.
Her eyes, fixed on the ceiling, rolled back halfway, and she started frantically rubbing her squirting pussy and clit, heedless of my gaze.
The liquid splashed with wet plap plap sounds on the floor.
Apparently struggling to stay propped on one hand, she brought the rubbing hand back to brace against the floor.
And then—
"Mmmm."
Spliiiish— one final long squirt before she stopped.
Clear fluid dripped from the valley of her pink folds.
Ayoung twitched her waist, wriggling her body.
"Mm."
Long saliva dangled from her gagged lips, but she was too out of it to wipe it.
I removed my foot from her waist.
I set the leash handle on her waist and unfastened the gag ball strapped behind her head.
As the ball forcing her mouth open came out, Ayoung coughed and drooled profusely.
She wiped her mouth and looked up at me with a weary face.
"Why. Haah. Haah. Not finishing?"
"...Huh?"
I blinked in confusion.
Was it okay?
Ayoung swept her long hair to one side and said,
"Until you cum. Haah. Haah. Isn't that what we have to do?"
No. Your eyes were half-rolled back, and now this.
I glanced at the camera and said,
"Your squirting should be plenty for the video."
"...Really? Haah. Haah."
Ayoung gripped the bathtub and struggled to lift her exhausted body.
She looked drained.
And somehow... disappointed.
She eyed my cock and licked her lips subtly.