Chapter 33: Dog
Seoyeon heads to the kitchen naked, wearing only the leather collar. Behind her, Director Park settles onto the sofa and turns on the TV. With familiar movements, she pulls ingredients from the fridge and starts cooking. Once the meal is ready, she neatly arranges the steak and wine on the dining table. That's when Director Park approaches and takes his seat.
Just as Seoyeon moves to sit across from him, he stops her. "Hold on."
He takes the plate set for her share. Then, with meticulous care, he slices her steak into small pieces with the knife—like a father tenderly preparing food for a young child. But his next action is anything but tender.
He picks up the plate of finely chopped meat, transfers it to a special bowl with the salad, and sets it on the floor. "If you're wearing that collar, you eat like it suits. Right?" His voice is ice-cold.
Seoyeon grasps his intent and hesitates for a moment. But her body, conditioned to obey its master, complies without a word. Silently, she crawls on all fours to the bowl. She lowers herself, buries her face in the dish like a dog, and begins to eat. Her ass points humiliatingly toward the sky.
She sticks out her tongue, lapping up the bite-sized steak pieces into her mouth. Unable to use her teeth to tear the food, she struggles with just her lips and tongue. The steak's juices and sauce smear messily around her mouth and chin. The slurp-slurp, smack-smack sounds—like an animal devouring feed—echo through the quiet living room.
Her face burns with humiliation, yet a strange excitement bubbles up from her lower belly in this perfect scene of domestication.
"Mmm. Tastes good. You're a great cook, Seoyeon. What can't you do?" Director Park praises her culinary skills casually as he cuts into his own steak. He sips his wine, then lightly smacks her upraised ass with his palm—slap.
Seoyeon's body jolts. Enjoying her reaction, he reaches out again, this time brushing her wet pussy. A muffled "Ngh!" escapes her lips.
After savoring the humiliating meal for a while, Director Park sets down his fork. "You think you can just sit there idle while serbangnim eats? Get under the table."
Seoyeon stops eating and crawls to him. She slips into the dim space beneath the table and kneels between his legs. The tablecloth drapes over, hiding her from view. She unbuckles his pants and takes his already rock-hard cock into her mouth.
Above, the clink of his fork cutting steak resumes. Below, the wet, obscene slurps of her mouth working him fill the air. Her tongue caresses his glans like a living thing—tapping teasingly at the tip's slit, then flattening wide to envelop it completely before rubbing and licking with fervor.
Her hands gently knead his heavy balls, rocking them up and down in rhythm with her sucking. Each time his chewing pauses above, she knows he's focusing on her service—fueling her arousal. She sucks harder, hollowing her cheeks around his shaft.
How much time passes? Director Park suddenly breathes raggedly. Climax builds. He stops eating and orders the Seoyeon below. "Bring your plate."
She crawls to fetch it. He aims at the dish in her hands and unloads everything—thick, yellowish semen with a pearly sheen coats the leftover steak and salad in sticky layers. The discordant sight—dark red meat, fresh green veggies defiled by the yellow fluid—is revolting yet intensely erotic.
He exhales in satisfaction and sets the bowl back on the floor. "There, finish it. Serbangnim's special sauce."
Seoyeon hesitates briefly. But soon, she buries her face in the dish again. She laps at the steak chunks slick with his cum. The meat's salty juices, the salad's tang, and his thick, fishy semen mingle in her mouth. She chews. Amid the steak's tenderness and the veggies' crunch, his viscous slime weaves a bizarre sensation.
Shame and humiliation pierce her, mingled with unprecedented arousal surging through her body.
Director Park watches with deep satisfaction. He rises, squats beside her as she eats like a dog. "Look at you slurping my cock-sludge with that filthy tongue. You're nothing but a rag."
His crude words spur her on. Her tongue sweeps every morsel coated in his semen into her mouth.
"Tasty, huh? How's it feel eating the seed that should've gone in your cunt—with your mouth instead? That's your role, bitch."
Instead of answering, Seoyeon swallows the mouthful with a gulp.
Director Park strokes her head gently, whispering at last. "That's it—lick it clean. Not a drop left."
Once she's licked the plate spotless, he pets her head like a loyal dog. Seoyeon lies prostrate at his feet, panting from the afterglow of pleasure and shame.
"You've eaten with that dirty mouth, so now wash up clean. Come here."
He tugs lightly on the leather collar around her neck, pulling her to her feet. Without resistance, she follows him to the spacious bathroom.
Instead of shoving her into the shower, he fills the large tub at the far end with hot water. The scent of expensive bath salts mingles with the steam, filling the room. Once full, he nods for her to get in.
Seoyeon steps silently into the tub. Hot water envelops her weary body. But he doesn't join. He drags over a small stool, sits, and lathers a soft sponge with body wash into rich foam.
He starts with her back. His gaze appraises not mere flesh, but a perfect work of art. Her milky skin gleams like jewels in the water; slender yet smooth shoulders flow into deep collarbones pooling with liquid. As his hands trace her spine, the impossible curve from narrow waist to voluptuous hips reveals itself starkly.
Director Park sighs in admiration. The body that drove all Korean men mad has only deepened its lush allure since retirement.
"Turn around."
As Seoyeon obeys, he swallows dryly despite himself. Massive breasts defy gravity, thrusting upward; shy pink nipples crown their peaks. Like washing a cherished pet, he cleans her with utmost care.
His touch transcends mere washing. The foam-laden sponge glides slowly through the deep valley between her breasts, circles the rounded mounds, and teases around the nipples. As they harden under stimulation, he sets the sponge aside and pinches one gently with bare fingers—thumb and forefinger twisting, rolling, testing her reactions.
"Ngh...!" A stifled moan slips from Seoyeon's lips.
His hands don't stop, sliding down her cinched waist to her lower belly. He massages around her navel, then ventures lower to caress the tender inner thighs. Her body trembles involuntarily, hips twisting.
Finally, his fingers reach her secret place. Using the slick foam, he parts her labia with slippery digits and rubs her hidden clit hard with his thumb.
"Haa... ah...!" She can't hold back the direct pleasure anymore. Her pussy gushes hot nectar in response, mixing with the foam to make his fingers even sloppier.
"All clean now." Satisfied, Director Park ends the bath. As he towels her off, he murmurs contentedly. From a bathroom drawer, he retrieves something—a thin, long leather leash matching her collar.
"Cleaned up, so time for a walk."
With practiced ease, he clips the metal ring to the D-ring on her collar with a click. "Now, crawl on all fours."
He tugs the leash lightly. Seoyeon is no longer human. A perfect bitch, she crawls across the cold marble floor on hands and knees. Director Park leads her by the leash out of the bathroom, around the living room—a "walk."
He guides her to the sofa, to the spot at his usual seat's foot. Sitting down, he ties the leash securely to the sofa leg. "Wait here. Serbangnim's watching TV."
He flips on the TV casually. Seoyeon—still damp, naked save for collar and leash—lies obediently on the cold floor like a faithful dog, waiting for her master.