24-109

EP.109 Mistake 

The car ride back home was filled with uproarious laughter. 

The masters listed off each of my foolish reactions and expressions from today, using them as entertainment for their teasing and ridicule. 

Having dressed up nicely, met people I knew, and walked around in public, the shame made my face burn. 

Now, the only ones I could truly rely on were these young masters inside this car. 

Back when I confronted my high school friends naked in the karaoke bar, or seduced men for semen in the bathroom, maybe the atmosphere or lack of intimacy dulled things somehow. But today reality hit me far more coldly. 

As I gazed blankly out the window and chewed on slowly creeping regrets and despair, I just wished to get home quickly. 

I wanted to return to my wretched life writhing in pain and pleasure, surrendering all will and fully embrace the joy and clarity of my place as a submissive female. 

If I didn't do that, my mind wouldn’t survive the realization that for a brief moment today, I dressed and acted as a normal person, daring to fool myself and others, only to expose my true self to everyone. 

Maybe, all this time, confronted with such destructive and senseless realities, I made bad choices out of escapism... 

Even though my personal details and even the wrinkles of my anus or the shape of my cervix had spread across the nation, maybe I always consoled myself that such things existed only in the shadowy online world... 

In reality, as I walked around, surprisingly few people recognized me on sight. 

But today, I left so many photographs and videos behind that it’s lucky I wasn’t arrested, and it’s certain they'll spread into the daylight soon. 

Despite all the countless resolutions and vows, the fear of what the future would bring made my body tremble. 

Yet, as I dressed and walked among people as if I belonged, I hated myself for giving up all the rights a normal person should expect. 

Since I surrendered to my desires and returned to my masters to become a slave, I understood that any hope of ever living as a normal person was just making me more miserable. 

Maybe I resolved to never dare go back by breaking myself so completely that there was no way to return... 

Maybe my obsession with ruin as a masochist was just a way to rationalize breaking my body so I couldn’t ever live as a person again... 

Could it be that the pride of being not just a poser but a true masochist, a slave serving her masters, and all my feelings of hopeless ruin, were just another kind of self-protection a way to escape reality? 

If so, maybe I was merely dancing to the tune of Jung-su’s design all along... 

As laughter echoed through the car, my thoughts spiraled endlessly through my mind. 

"Unni. 

Unni!!!" 

"Huh?! Yeah..." 

Lost in thought, watching the sunset outside the window, I turned when Hyun-ah called me. 

"If you're done pretending to be human, you know you should undress yourself." 

"Ah... okay, I’ll take it off..." 

At Hyun-ah’s cold, prodding words, my hands went reflexively to my blouse buttons. 

As I undid them, tears welled up and I paused. 

"What’s this~? Don’t tell me you’re regretting it now?! Idiot haha 

Don’t just stand there hurry up and get naked, you stupid bitch." 

Pressed by Hyun-ah’s heckling, I stuffed down the tears and sadness and finished removing my clothes. 

With just a blouse and skirt gone, I was suddenly naked. 

I felt the familiar air, nipple piercings, the tattoo on my lower belly, the gnawing discomfort as my urethra and anus buzzed, the grotesquely swollen clitoris, and my labia stretched in all directions by rubber bands. 

Bruises and wounds all over welcomed me anew. 

'Ahh... this feeling of being stripped bare... I really am...' 

Undressed, all the meaningless thoughts crowding my mind cleared away, leaving me feeling oddly refreshed. 

The regret, despair, and oncoming tears from just earlier evaporated like magic. 

And the satisfaction flooded in, so strong I had no choice but to accept it. 

Consumed by a dizzying sense of ruin, I couldn’t help but masturbate anymore. 

Overcome by excitement, I hooked my fingers into my nipple piercings and tugged until it felt they’d tear, pinching and twisting my rock-hard clitoris with my other hand. 

"I'm a fucking masochist!! Uhiiit!!" 

"Huh?" 

"Pfft! What’s with the sudden outburst? What are you even doing, you crazy bitch? 

You're messing up the car seat. There's no pad down! Hey oppa, look at her! haha" 

Gnashing my teeth, I rubbed my peeled clitoris furiously, chasing pleasure. 

The tears I had just suppressed now poured out for a different reason, the pain was intense but I couldn’t stop. 

"Ghhrrghhh!! I'm just a worthless trash toy! 

Masochist!! Uhut! Filthy bitch!! Feels good!!!" 

"Ah fuck, there’ll be a smell stuck in the seat. Filthy bitch!" 

"Haha~ so this kind of play is your style? 

Masturbating while doing self-intros is so fucking funny." 

"Fuck!! It’s splashing on me! Damn it!!" 

"Sorry!! I’m sorry!! Hahaat!!" 

Days of having my orgasms suppressed by period and abuse made my body convulse as all the pent-up excitement poured out. 

I lost myself to masturbating like crazy, climaxing harder than ever before. 

"Huff... huff..." 

Sapped by bliss, my body just flopped, no longer responding. 

When I pulled my hand away from my pussy, the pain only grew, and my tears wouldn’t stop. 

"Hah. Fucking bitch, you’re seriously dead in a bit." 

'Hahh... tingling with excitement...' 

So I collapsed, my vision fading. 

"Ahh!!" 

I don’t know how much time passed, but a clatter woke me and I found Jung-su grabbing my hair to drag me out of the car. 

"Put your hands behind your back. Try to block, you'll break a finger." 

With Jung-su’s low warning, I had no time to think before my cheeks, chest, belly, and butt were pummelled with blows. 

Smack! Slap! Wump  Smack! Smack! Whack  Slap!! 

No one stopped him, and nobody said a word. 

Getting yanked around by my hair made each hit feel even harder. 

Even when I wanted not to resist, my body couldn’t help flinching as fists struck sensitive spots. 

Thump  

"Ghhk.. Kuek! Kip!! Kyaaat!!" 

The plugs jammed into my urethra and anus popped out onto the ground under the pressure. 

"Hey hey, let’s stop and go inside. People might see, too much trouble." 

Only as Jung-su paused could I look around and see we were in his house’s parking lot. 

At Il-ho’s words, Jung-su sighed and hurried off, pulling me now peeing down my thigh towards the house. 

'Hghh... Maybe I’ll really die this time...' 

Shivering with the chill of death, I was dragged inside. 

As soon as the front door shut, the beating began anew, choking my neck so fiercely I had no time to beg for mercy. 

Being denied even the chance to sit, as the blows pummeled my lower belly I had to accept the agony as my insides shriveled up. 

Not even a masochist could turn pain like this into pleasure. 

Just as I was losing consciousness, Jung-su’s grip weakened and I fell at his feet. 

"Ghhrrh..." 

"Don’t whine, get up before you die." 

"I did wrong... gghaang... I’m sorry... Sorry..." 

As a sign of animal submission, I kissed the top of Jung-su’s foot as pitifully as possible. 

Chuaap  Chup  Chup  Chuop  Churrup  

I wiggled my hips side to side, sucking the toes and foot loudly and crudely. 

Jung-su, with his hand in his pocket, looked down on me with disgust, then nudged my cheek away and pressed his foot to my face. 

'Ahhh... That’s good..!' 

Pressed flat on the ground, but with my ass raised for him, I grovelled at his feet, begging for forgiveness, and eventually Jung-su softened, went to the living room sofa, and sat. 

Soon, Il-ho came in carrying the lost plugs, and Hyun-ah, with a thoroughly displeased look, pulled out a riding crop. 

"Oppa. Can I do some training now? 

Stop squirming and get over here, you bitch." 

I caught my breath at the entryway, clutching my gut, then crawled toward the center of the living room. 

More than tense, I felt expectant this was all familiar now. 

"You know what you did wrong?" 

"Yes.." 

"If you do, bridge pose. We’re not ending easy tonight." 

"Yes. Hup!" 

As my belly stretched tight into the bridge, the places Jung-su had hit ached so badly I could barely breathe. 

My limp legs trembled as I managed the pose. 

Smack  

"Kyaheuut!!!" 

With each sharp blow, my rock-hard clitoris was wracked with fiery pain. 

"From now on, with every hit, repeat: ‘I’ll never masturbate without permission for the rest of my life.’" 

Smack  

"Ghhrr... I’ll never masturbate without permission for the rest of my life!!" 

Smack  

"Your pussy’s dropping. Not concentrating?" 

"Ahhrrhhhk... I’ll never masturbate without permission for the rest of my life!!" 

Smack  

"Gghaeaeaeaeaeng!!!" 

Finally, I broke down crying and lost the pose, but Hyun-ah didn’t care. 

"Not keeping the pose?! Should I start teaching positions all over again? 

Go ahead and hold on, tonight I’ll really make a fool out of you." 

My clitoris, already peeled raw, quickly began bleeding, and Hyun-ah, who knew a woman’s pain better than anyone, circled me, targeting only my clit with sadistic precision. 

"I’ll never masturbate without permission for the rest of my life!!" 

So, overcome by impulse and losing control, I chanted endlessly through the night, declaring the miserable ban on the only pleasure I’d had, all while being beaten with the crop, my clit held high and abused for my brief, forbidden self-indulgence.