A Stroll Among the Pillars
Two pillars rose high into the sky. Nearby, small fountains— the kind you'd expect in any park— sprayed jets of water.
"When I was a kid, these pillars looked enormous..."
"Is this your hometown, Master?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Never really thought of it that way, but it fits."
Yukiko had been slyly caressing my hand ever since we arrived.
"When you pointed out this ordinary park far from the mansion, I had my suspicions."
We walked side by side down the paved path through the park, hands clasped.
"I'm not usually one to come to places like this... but walking with you feels nice, Yukiko."
Footbridge, playground, giant swings, statues, tennis courts. These were all familiar, unremarkable backdrops from my past, but with Yukiko slotted in among them, everything felt fresh and beautiful.
"It fills me with satisfaction, like I'm proudly showing off that I'm your woman."
"There aren't even many people around. What are you talking about?"
"Not many, but every woman who passes by is green with envy toward me."
Yukiko's steps were as straight and proper as ever, but they now carried a subtle rhythm.
"They won't see me as a slave—surely, they'll take me for your lover."
Her white blouse and black skirt weren't revealing at all. The sexy maid outfits she wore at home exposed far more skin.
"They might be scouring the internet right now, wondering who could possibly win a man's love this deeply. Who knows—maybe they've already snapped a photo."
Yet her look minimized the sexual elements while emphasizing pure beauty, and after a full once-over, it struck me as intensely erotic.
"It pains me that they might gossip about you, Master."
Every time I saw Yukiko in such ordinary, beautiful clothes, I was reminded she wasn't just a toy existing to be fucked by me—she was a living, breathing person.
"Those who can't comprehend your affection might think I showered you with vast sums to buy the right to a solo date."
And when I recalled that she loved me, that she slipped into my arms every night, even those clothes turned lewd in my mind. It was inevitable.
"Perhaps they'll mistake me for some chaebol heiress."
"That actually suits you."
Before I knew it, I'd stopped noticing the scenery altogether, sneaking glances at Yukiko from the corner of my eye.
"Is that so? What an undeserved honor. My family was sorely lacking compared to true noble houses, in every way."
By poise and looks alone, she would absolutely pass for one.
"Hey... do you want to be my girlfriend?"
But in modern times, old noble distinctions meant nothing. As long as a man existed, even without lineage, he was upper class.
Even so, I couldn't expect Yukiko to be treated well by others. A slave was a slave, after all.
"Did I seem like I wanted that?"
Yukiko's expression cooled slightly.
"I can be anything you desire, Master. Girlfriend or cumdump—it makes no difference."
"I see..."
"I'm simply glad to be loved by you."
I felt bad, like I'd touched a raw nerve. Yukiko had always feared anything that transcended the master-slave dynamic.
"Then... if it's not a bother. How about this?"
Yukiko gently guided my hand toward her ass.
"Wha—huh?"
Her hips were as wide as ever, so by the time my hand reached her ass, I thought, Already?
"I'd prefer you grope me more confidently. Specifically, like a pre-war arrogant sleazebag CEO mercilessly kneading his poor, destitute secretary."
"That's... weirdly specific. This is basically just molesting you."
The firm texture of her ass came through even the skirt.
"Being acknowledged as your prime bitch is my joy. Showing your lust openly is the height of happiness."
"Well, if that's the case..."
I spread my palm and stroked her ass like petting a small animal.
"Nnh... ahh..."
Yukiko closed her eyes, relaxing into my touch like a cat savoring human affection.
"Alright, let's go."
"Eh? You're not going to grope me more?"
"No, doing that while walking would look weird. Embarrassment aside, it'd realistically mess up my steps."
"You're right... In that case, shall we take a short break?"
The spot Yukiko pointed to was the park's public restroom. Remodeled, it looked cleaner, wider, and brighter, but the location was the same as I remembered.
"Need to use the bathroom? We can talk after."
"Oh, no, that's not it."
Clueless, I followed her inside.
The place Yukiko led me to wasn't the men's or women's restroom.
"Where is this? Nursing room? Nah, doesn't look like it."
It was filled with inexplicable fixtures. The lighting and pristine white tiles resembled a restroom, but there were no toilets.
"That's a showerhead... shower room? But there are too many weird things for that. No toilet if it's a restroom."
Yukiko wrapped a leather choker connected to the wall around her neck.
"This is a copulation restroom. Toilets replaced by women, urine by semen... It doesn't exist in Japan, but I learned how to use it during slave training."
"Wha—already?"
"I felt your excitement, even through the hesitation when you touched my ass."
Yukiko knelt, and plastic restraints on the floor locked around her ankles. She raised her hands to electronic cuffs hanging from the ceiling, securing both wrists before pressing a button to lock them.
"Taking it directly with my body would make continuing the date impossible, but a quick one with my mouth should be fine."
Her hands and feet were bound; she had no way to free herself.
Now the fixtures started making sense.
"Look, a perfect bitch, hands and feet bound, helpless and ready right here... Why not give it a try?"
As she said, the unresisting Yukiko was obscenely lewd. Her ordinary outfit made it feel like I'd kidnapped some passerby and locked her up here.
Seeing her cold face as she knelt ignited my conqueror's urge.
I dropped my pants and thrust my cock toward her face.
"Ah... as expected, so huge and magnificent... worthy of my service."
She moved only her face to warmly caress my cock, then slowly licked around the tip with her tongue.
"I forgot to mention this."
Yukiko paused, straining to point out a cord with her body. It was attached to the choker around her neck.
"Sometimes bitches try to flee when they can't breathe while sucking cock, or fear it won't fit because it's too big, right?"
"Uh..."
"Pull on this cord to yank the neck and ensure devoted service."
Looking at the choker linked to the cord, I could guess the mechanism.
"I won't use it... but I'll hold it."
Yukiko nodded and kissed my cock again.
She adjusted her mouth to the rigid shaft as best she could, skillfully working her tongue in the limited space.
*Slurp, slurp...*
From my balls and groin, licking up to the shaft, then deep-throating again. I'd enjoyed her countless times, but I never got used to the pleasure she gave.
"Mmm... as I thought, you won't cum from this alone."
But separate from the pleasure, making a man cum with just her mouth wasn't easy.
Early on, when everything with Yukiko was novel, I'd sometimes blow my load, but compared to our rough sex, it lacked intensity.
Hard to say which was better—the ticklish, subtle bliss or her powerfully squeezing body—but cumming from the former was tough.
"Please, grab that cord."
"I don't think you need to push yourself..."
"Isn't it a slave's duty to satisfy her master anytime, anywhere, with any part of her body?"
Bound like that, Yukiko looked like a pure, captured princess.
"I failed at it, and you're merely helping this pathetic slave with your mercy."
"Fine... got it. But the neck thing still looks too risky."
I gripped her head firmly with both hands.
She closed her eyes, awaiting the pleasure and pain.
"Nngh! Mmph, mmph, *slurp*, guh!"
Even as I roughly shook her head, she offered no resistance. Tears streamed from her eyes, breath cut off, yet she still strained to lick my cock.
The thrill of gripping and shaking her head, the satisfaction of ravaging her entire throat—it wasn't long before I flooded her mouth.
"Hah... haah..."
Yukiko's face, smeared with sweat and leaking cum, was lewdly, achingly beautiful.
She tilted her head back, opening her mouth to show the sticky, gooey load before chewing and swallowing it like food.
"Can we continue the date?"
"Of course... we can."
Unlike her usual icy tone, her voice brimmed with heat. She hadn't shaken off the afterglow yet.
Better than vaginal intake, sure, but even oral semen would leave her so aroused she could barely walk.
Yet here she was, hiding her soaked panties and diving back into the date. I was grateful—and she was utterly lovable.