Susan's head tilted back in a slow, dreamy motion, her hips swaying with a wild rhythm. Her thighs glistened, still wet from the sex we had. She lifted her hips, legs spreading wide, exposing her hot, sensitive pussy, shaking, soft, aching.
Every shiver, every breath showed how deeply she'd felt it. Her skin stayed slick, glowing with the heat of what they'd shared.
Susan dropped to her hands and knees, her ass high in the air. She bit her lip, swaying her hips side to side in slow, exaggerated circles. A smirk curled her mouth as heads turned. Good. They're watching.
"Like what you see?" she purred, glancing over her shoulder, although her eyes were covered by the mask, she could feel that there were some people over her shoulders.
Her voice dripped with fake sweetness. "C'mon, boys…don't be shy." She giggled, sharp and teasing, as a guy across the room choked on his drink.
She arched her back deeper, her top slipping to show more skin. "Bet you wanna touch, huh?" she whispered, letting her breath hitch just enough to sound shaky.
A few whistles cut through the murmurs. Her cheeks flushed, but not from embarrassment—her pulse raced, hot and hungry.
When someone muttered "slut," she laughed louder, tossing her hair. "Jealousy's ugly, sweetheart," she shot back, rolling her hips faster.
Her fingers dug into the floor, pretending she didn't notice her own trembling. 'Let them stare. Let them ache.' She thought.
"Oops," she fake-pouted, collapsing onto her elbows with a dramatic gasp. Her ass up in the air as her pussy was clearly visible to the public.
"Guess I'm just…too much for some people." The crowd hooted. Susan winked, shivering as her own thrill burned brighter. This was power—raw, dizzying, hers.
"Better luck next time," she sang, crawling forward a few teasing inches before standing. Her legs wobbled, but she swayed her hips wider as she walked away. 'Let them remember.'
The spotlight clung to her like a second skin. Susan spun toward the crowd, teeth bared in a grin sharp enough to cut glass. "What's wrong, darlings?" she purred, voice dripping honeyed venom.
"Cameras hungry? Click faster." She spread her arms, a crucifixion of her own design, and the room erupted in a frenzy of shutters.
She dropped to her knees all of a sudden, close enough to fog the lens with her breath. "Go on," she whispered, loud enough for the front row to hear. "Snap your little trophies. Post them. Pray to them."
Her laugh was a live wire. "But remember—" She stood abruptly, heels cracking like gunshots. "I'm the saint here. You're just the sinners holding the collection plate."
Flashes chased her as she stalked the stage's edge. A woman in the back shouted something crude; Susan whirled, pointing. "You! Yes, you with the cheap perfume and cheaper fantasies.
Keep dreaming. Keep aching. That's all you get." She gripped the ground with her hands. "Every pixel of me you steal—" She said moving her face around making sure no one is left out. "—is a confession. You want me? Beg. But I'm already gone."
And soon we reached the parking lot, and the car parked on the lowest floor.
"There's the car," I said, dragging them towards the red car parked at the edge of the lot. The crowd followed, phones still raised, laughter mixing with disgusted murmurs.
I yanked open the door and pushed them inside. Ji-hye collapsed onto the floor, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Susan crawled after her, her body still twitching with lingering pleasure.
I climbed in after them, slamming the door shut. The crowd outside continued to murmur, their voices muffled but relentless.
Ji-hye lifted her head, her masked face streaked with tears. "H-how could you…? So many people saw me naked, how humiliating it is that so many people saw me naked, crawling on all fours with a dog collar on. My social life is completely ruined now" she whispered.
I leaned close, my hand gripping her throat. "You begged for this," I said. "You came for this. Don't pretend otherwise.
And stop with those excuses of yours, you ask how could I do this to you? Look outside you got so excited about the situation that you literally left the trail of love juice behind."
I turned the light in the car and used my hands to spread her pussy apart as I said, "Look at it yourself, your pussy walls keep on opening and closing like crazy as if it loved what happened to you, so shut up and embrace your true self, until then don't expect you to get my dick till then." I ordered as I looked towards Susan.
Her lips trembled, but she didn't deny it. Susan curled against the van's seat, her fingers drifting between her thighs. "Th-thank you, master…" she breathed. "For letting them see… how dirty I am…"
Ji-hye stared at her, horrified, but her own legs shifted subtly, her thighs pressing together hiding the love juice it released just now.
Once Susan calmed down a bit, and removed the leather mask, she said, "All those people, they were so pathetic, clicking photos of my naked lewd body, don't you think master?"
Susan hissed, sweat-slick hips pressed against the door as she started wearing the extra set of clothes that were in the car. "All those clicks… all those hands aching to make me their fap material.
To jerk off to my lewd body, to beg for pixels of my body, something that you get to ruin in real life."
Her tongue dragged over her bottom lip, watching her reflection glow. "You don't just get to touch me. You get to wreck me. Do every filthy thing they'd sell their souls to imagine."
A laugh slithered out of her, sharp as the red nails she dragged down her own thigh. "Let them click. Let them claw at their screens.
They'll choke on their fantasies. If they are so low as to click photos of me who's just a slut to you, and even use it for their fantasies, why don't we let them just jerk off to my lewd bodies."
"All of them are so miserable, right?" Susan purred, her breath still fogging the glass. "They beg for my naked slutty body on their screens. Let them jerk off to those pixels. You..."
Her teeth flashed, sharp. "You could fuck their wives instead. Bet those women would moan your name louder than their desperate husbands ever did."
She tilted her head, sweat sliding down her throat. "Think about it. Those greedy little clickers can't control themselves—snapping pics of a slut like me crawling, begging... But their women?"
Her laugh was like a blade. "They'll crawl for you. Open their legs willingly like I open mine."
She traced a nail over the mirror's edge. "Let their men ache over fap material. You'll be balls-deep in the real prize.
Their wives. Their beds. Their shame." Susan grinned. "Every click they make… just proves how badly they want what you'll take."
"You know, the idea isn't that bad," I smirked, eyes locked on Susan's reflection in the mirror. "Good to know you're working hard to make sure I'm satisfied. I'll reward you for this suggestion, you slutty bitch."
The words hung in the air like smoke. Ji-hye's breath hitched. She sat frozen by the door, fingers digging into the strap of her bag. Her cheeks flushed hot, eyes widening in panic. "W-What…?" she stammered, voice cracking. "I… I didn't… agree to—"
I cut her off with a sharp glance. "Next time I see Ji-hye, she should be properly trained to serve me wholeheartedly. Is that clear Susan?"
Susan's lips curled, slow and serpentine. She turned fully toward Ji-hye. "Don't worry," she purred, stepping closer to the trembling girl.
Her hand slid up Ji-hye's arm, nails grazing skin until she gripped her chin. "She'll be ready to serve you by next time."
A whimper escaped Ji-hye's mouth. She tried to pull back, but Susan's grip tightened. "N-No, I'm not—this isn't—"
"Shhh," Susan breathed, thumb pressing against Ji-hye's bottom lip. Her voice dropped, honeyed and lethal. "You'll learn to love being useful." She glanced back at you, eyes glinting. "Won't she?"
Tears welled fear, confusion, a flicker of something hotter. Her chest heaved, trapped between Susan's touch and your cold stare.
I leaned back on the car seat, satisfaction coiling in my gut. "Make sure that she does."
She laughed a low, velvet sound and released Ji-hye, leaving red marks on her skin. "Oh, she will."
The girl stumbled back, clutching her bag like a shield. Her lips trembled, words dissolving into shaky breaths, as we reached her home she tried to immediately run away.
"Run along, puppy," Susan crooned, smacking Ji-hye's ass hard enough to make her yelp. "We've got work to do." Ji-hye fled, the door slamming behind her.
She turned to you, all predatory grace. "Don't worry, baby. By the time you see her again…" Her tongue flicked over her teeth. "She'll beg to kneel."
Why would I worry about it? After what I've done, she'll come back for more, you just need to train her properly, and make sure she obeys my commands without questioning.
I won't let her waste any more time than she already has. You got that? I asked applying clips on her nipples as I pulled them, without a care for her.
"Why would I worry?" I yanked the clips to her nipples harder, watching her nipples redden. Susan's breath hitched, but she didn't flinch.
"She'll crawl back begging for it. But if you don't train her right…" I twisted the metal roughly, voice flat. "...I'll make you regret wasting my time. After all that bitch was your idea, and you'll have to take responsibility for it."
Her laugh was a shaky gasp. "Don't worry master. She'll obey. Promise." She arched into the pleasure, eyes burning. "I'll break her pretty little resistance. Make her hungry for your commands."
Ji-hye outside the door, eavesdropping on our conversation. Her palm slapped over her mouth to mute a whimper. Knees weak, she slumped against the wall. The twitching pussy between her thighs betrayed her—hot, throbbing. 'No, no, no—' she thought.
"Good." I released the clips, leaving Susan's chest heaving. "Next time, she walks in here ready. No tears. No stuttering. No time wasting Just… service, and pure devotion."
She leaned in, lips brushing against my ear. "Oh, she'll be obsessed." Her hand slid down my chest, lower— "By the time you're done with her, she'll thank me for breaking her."
Ji-hye muffled her moans by placing her hand on her mouth. A tear slid down her cheek. Her fingers crept under her skirt, touching herself just once shame and wanting to experience whatever happened at the theatre again, both these conflicting thoughts twisting together. She jerked her hand back like it burned.
I gripped Susan's throat, not hard enough to hurt—just to remind. "If she fails, you take her punishment, and till then you won't be getting my dick."
"That's harsh master, I can't live without your dick." Said Susan in a sad tone. "If you want it that much, then tame her as soon as possible and don't waste my time again, and make sure those other bitches you prepared the list don't waste this much time of mine." I ordered.
To which Susan simply nodded agreeing to my order. While Ji-hye fled down the hall, legs trembling as she ran to her home. Her mind raced—Susan's voice, your threats, the heat she couldn't kill.
I then shoved Susan against the mirror. "Now… let's discuss your reward."
The glass fogged with her breath as she smirked. "Finally."
Outside the room, Ji-hye collapsed in a dim hallway. Her phone buzzed—a text from Susan: "Meet me tonight. Wear nothing under your dress. We're starting your slut training."
She stared at the screen, thumb hovering over delete.…She hit 'save' instead, as she ran in her house.
Unbeknownst to them, the whole journey from the theater to the parking lot was empty—no crowds, no people. Just Susan and Ji-hye, naked, crawling on the floor like dogs with a dog collar around their necks, black masks covering their eyes and noses, only their trembling lips visible.
I had made sure to empty the area, and made Linda, Karen, Diane and Sarah vacate the area and route we were going to take. Since this theatre was Susan's uncle's and they had used this theatre a lot of times for their girls day out, the staff there knew who they were and thus they followed without questioning them.
While they made sure to clear the route they waited for my command in the parking lot, while Esther walked beside me, grinning as she used this opportunity to enact her control over both Susan and Ji-hye.
Esther didn't like the fact that Susan decided whom I would date or have in my harem and even set up the date without her consent, and Ji-hye, she had the audacity to date me without asking her.
So she decided to make sure they knew their place. She used this opportunity where they were completely naked, having a walk of shame, she pulled out her phone and blasted recorded voices—jeers, laughter, cruel and derogatory words—filling the air like a real mob.
The girls couldn't see, but they heard it all: "Sluts!" "Whores!" Their shoulders hunched, arms trembling, their bare chests jiggling like crazy, legs shaking as they stumbled forward.
Esther snapped photos—close-ups of their quivering mouths, their nails digging into their own skin, the goosebumps on their thighs, and even their pleads over the humiliation they are going through.
Now their whimpers spilled out—tiny, shaky sounds—as fake voices hissed "Disgusting!" from her phone.
She bit her lip to stifle a laugh. They thought a crowd surrounded them, but it was just her. Alone. In control holding the leash to their life.
Esther's stomach twisted with excitement as Susan stumbled, knees rubbing on the pavement. Ji-hye crawled on all fours, naked, wanting to curl up in some corner. She rocked slightly, shaking, as if she could shrink into nothing.
Her hands twitched toward her ears—wanting to block the cruel words—but she couldn't do that since she was made to crawl on all fours. Click. Esther snapped the photo, freezing Ji-hye's shame.
Every insult hissed from Esther's phone made Ji-hye flinch. Every camera click cuts deeper. She wanted to pretend it was a nightmare, but her scraped palms, the cold air on her bare skin, the voices she heard, all of it made her realise that it was all real.
Esther licked her lips, zooming in on Susan's trembling legs, the dirt smeared on Ji-hye's back. Click. Click.
She started filling her gallery with their helplessness, their naked bodies hunched, shoulders shaking, toes curling against the gravel. Esther was the one who'd stripped them, the one holding their dignity in her hands.
Her chest burned with pleasure. She could've stopped there—but why? She cranked the volume louder. The girls froze, breath hitching, as the recording snarled, "Look at these pigs!"
Ji-hye's masked face jerked left and right, searching for faces through the black mask that weren't there. Susan brings out her slutty side embracing the slut she is.
Esther's tongue slid over her teeth. Perfect. She controlled every scream, every insult, every second of their panic. They were hers—stripped, exposed, clueless.
Her thumb hovered over the phone. One tap, and the voices would stop. But she let it play. Let them suffer. Let their naked bodies flinch at her commands.
Two days, she thought. Maybe three. Ji-hye would break. Beg. And Esther would savor it—the way her voice would crack, the way she'd grovel. All while Susan's photos sat in her gallery, proof that their bodies, their fear, belonged to her.
She leaned back, smiling. Pure power. Pure ecstasy.
The results? Perfect. Now I knew exactly where to press, how to make their pulses race with shame or fury.
And Ji-hye—that perverted, stubborn woman—had cracked faster than I'd hoped. Her defiant glare had melted into something… weaker. Shakier.
With this, she'd fold completely in 2-3 days, her pride crumbling into quiet obedience. No more wasting weeks breaking her slowly. Esther's little "Walk of shame" idea had exposed every sensitive spot, every secret twitch. All I had to do was push.
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