Before Offering Up Secretary Lee
"I really had a wonderful time today, Jinhee!"
"Yes. Please head on in."
"Ah..."
Click. Click.
With a coldness hard to believe from someone who had been on a date only moments before, Secretary Lee turned on her heel and walked away. Once she had put some distance between herself and Deputy Kim, she let out a small sigh and stared down at the ground.
"Haa~..... I need to get home and report right away. But first I should wash up. He touched me way too much today."
She looked down at the hand Deputy Kim had worked up the courage to hold earlier and frowned. Ownership of her body belonged solely to her master, Jihee. Having some uninteresting, unpleasant man put his hands on her made her want to slap him across the face and bolt on the spot—but it was Jihee's order, so she had endured it with clenched patience.
"Before, just having him nearby used to make me want to throw up. If I've gotten this far, doesn't that count as progress?"
In truth, after being half-forced into dating Deputy Kim, just having him in the vicinity had disgusted her so badly that she would dry-heave whenever he came close. Whether she had built up a tolerance or not, the dry heaves had stopped lately—but the foul feeling remained.
"I need to report to my Queen right away🤍"
She had spent the entire day of the date in a foul mood, and even thinking of Deputy Kim still soured her. But the moment Jihee crossed her mind, a shy little smile curved Secretary Lee's lips.
Even though Jihee had given her such a cruel order, her love and submission toward the woman only kept growing stronger by the day.
Hurrying home, Secretary Lee stripped off the clothes she had worn on the date and tossed them straight into the trash. Naked, she dropped onto all fours and crawled over to Jihee's photograph. Using her phone, she reported the day's schedule, then remained bowed in waiting for a reply.
As a thoroughly trained masochist, the secretary had been drilled far more rigorously in the manners and posture of a slave than in anything else. Even when Jihee was not watching and paid her no attention at all, she always conducted herself this way, constantly reminding herself of her submission.
Ding~
After roughly five minutes of waiting on her belly, the reply arrived. Unwilling to make her wait even a single second, Secretary Lee checked the message at once.
"My Queen....."
The shocking content of the message left a faintly sad expression on Secretary Lee's face. To her, Jihee stood higher than anyone and commanded absolute respect—yet she knew full well that in reality her Queen was a completely corrupted masochist pig being trained by her own son.
After sending the reply, she fixed the dildo Jihee had gifted her to the floor and began finger-fucking her pussy right above it.
Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.
"Hngt🤍Haang🤍Hahf🤍Haang🤍"
Her cunt had already been soaked before she even messaged Jihee; the moment her fingers dug in, juices poured out in rivulets, splattering the dildo and the floor and fouling them. After about three minutes of pumping, the entire dildo was slick and dripping. Positioning herself over it, Secretary Lee grabbed both cheeks of her ass, spread them as wide as she could, and drove the dildo straight into her asshole.
Schlick!! Schlick!! Schlick!! Schlick!!
"Hngt?!🤍🤍Hoot🤍Eung🤍🤍Onggeu?!🤍🤍"
She was fairly well developed by now, but not completely; the dildo still hurt a little. Even so, the sensation of her asshole being stuffed soon had her whimpering and soaking her pussy all over again.
"Oot?!🤍Th-thank you for the dildo, my Queen🤍🤍"
Using a gift from none other than her master Jihee already gave her mental pleasure—but now that she could properly feel it through her asshole as well, the new world Jihee had opened for her only deepened her submission further.
"Asshole climaxing noooow!!🤍🤍"
Ramming the dildo into her asshole soon drove her over the edge. Her hips bucked, the dildo slipped free of her hole, and she thrust her pussy forward as if presenting her orgasm to someone, spraying cunt juice everywhere.
Pssshht🤍 Pssshht🤍
Jihee's training had heightened her sensitivity so much that she naturally gushed far more than before. The secretary didn't care in the slightest that her floor and walls were getting filthy; she just kept spraying.
"Hngt🤍Geut🤍"
For a full four minutes she only twitched in the afterglow. Once she had calmed enough, she shoved the dildo back into her still-fluttering asshole.
"Hgeut?!🤍"
Having just been fucked open, it went in smoother than before—yet the feeling of her ass and guts being filled still flooded her with masochistic pleasure.
"I-I have to cum from my asshole faster or else🤍"
Each orgasm took nearly five minutes, and Jihee's order was more than twenty climaxes. Determined to obey somehow, the secretary cranked up the pace, pounding her asshole whether it broke or not.
Brrring~
"I-I'm not done yet—hageuung🤍🤍"
Pssshhhht🤍🤍
She hadn't rested for even a second after the last climax before plunging back into her asshole, but hitting twenty-plus orgasms in an hour was no easy feat. Her ass burned and her legs trembled from the relentless thrusting; she had managed twelve climaxes, fouling the floor with cunt juice and even piss—but she still fell short of Jihee's number.
"M-my Queen, this masochist toilet bitch greets you—hgeut?!🤍"
Even though she had failed the order, she could not make Jihee wait a single second. The moment the hour was up she called at once.
As the call connected she had been slowly pulling the dildo free, but true to a slave who never forgot her posture, she immediately dropped into a bow. Her legs gave out; the dildo slid all the way out at once, and she couldn't hold back a moan.
"You worthless cunt-bitch. Feeling it up while you're on the phone now?"
"I'm sorry—hgeung🤍 The dildo suddenly slipped out of my asshole—hngt🤍"
"You were still pounding yourself? Did you hit the climax count?"
"I-I'm sorry. This toilet bitch who can't even climax properly from her asshole only managed twelve times so far🤍"
It was an utterly humiliating report, a shameful act she could never speak of to anyone else—but for a masochist slave like Secretary Lee, hiding even the smallest thing from Jihee was unthinkable.
"Haaa~..... I just came more than twenty times in twenty minutes while Master was training me. And you can't even manage that? If I gift a toilet like you to Master, it'll be an insult to him. As punishment my cunt is going to get wrecked."
"I'm sorry, my Queen........"
Jihee's scolding stirred a flicker of arousal in the secretary, yet her heart was closer to despair—crushed by the fact that she had failed the order.
"Since you couldn't even cum properly from your asshole, no training for the next three days. Masturbation is also forbidden, and washing your cunt is forbidden too."
"Yes, my Queen. I thank you for your generosity toward this chewed-up asshole bitch who couldn't even keep a simple order. For the next three days I will let my cunt juice drip freely and turn it into a filthy dog-cunt."
"Good. Then starting now I'm going to take climax-hell punishment for your failure to hit twenty~🤍 Think about my cunt getting wrecked into a rag because of you~🤍"
Click.
"Hngt....... Hhuk."
In the end, tears spilled from Secretary Lee's eyes.
She was not angry that Jihee had hung up on her. The ban on masturbation was not what made her cry either.
These were simply the tears of a single masochist bitch who had failed her master's order—and because of that failure, her master was the one being punished.
Of course, Jihee was an even more lewd masochist bitch than she was; she would take the punishment as pleasure and be happy about it. Still, the mere fact of failing an order filled Secretary Lee with deep gloom.
"From now on my Queen is going to be with that man....."
She still could not fully accept Heetae as Master, so she called him "that man"—yet the knowledge that he would one day become her own master only deepened the depression.
"My Queen🤍"
Just imagining her master Jihee being violated and humiliated by a man sent a massive rush of excitement surging through the humiliation and gloom, and her cunt grew wet all over again.
"I have to hold it in🤍 It's my Queen's order🤍"
Secretary Lee desperately wanted to finger-fuck her pussy right that second, but Jihee's command left her squirming with denied need.
"I'll see you tomorrow, my Queen🤍"
With no other choice, she cleaned up the room, showered everywhere except her cunt, and spent the rest of the evening handling company work from home—hoping to earn more training time tomorrow.