Chapter 111 – 111. The Daily Life of a Slave Is to Receive and Eat a Homemade Lunch Box Handed to Her by Her Beautiful Girl Master, Then Put on a Dog Collar and Take Her for a Quadrupedal Walk.
Sunny weather.
Slaves sat on mats under the shade of trees to avoid the scorching sun.
Everyone eats a homemade lunch made by the owner.
If there are slaves who eat themselves, there are also slaves who must be fed by the hands of their masters.
Once established as a date course, this place expanded several times without realizing it.
Slaves, who inevitably get nervous when they are in a closed room, naturally accept the same skinship as long as it is an open space. As a result, the shelter of this greenhouse was an excellent place to develop the relationship between master and slave in the academy.
On the pink mat on the green grass.
I was also having dinner time with my master.
“Bee… “
Sylvia, who has been making fruit salad, puts her cherry tomatoes with her dressing on her tongue and sticks them out. The strange look of opening its mouth like a baby bird and trying to feed it like a mother bird. I bow my head without procrastinating as a slave. I’m going to have a good time. She tangled her tongue and licked the dressing that was spread all over the cherry tomatoes.
Churup…
I feel the sweet taste. It took dozens of seconds to chew on a cherry tomato that was handed over. The cherry tomatoes that burst in your mouth were sweet and sour.
“It’s good.”
“Lol… “
My master, how did she accept the word delicious? She twisted her body and was happy. She seems to be happy to take it as two meanings, probably that what she feeds is delicious and that her kisses are delicious. There is no time to think for a long time. For she was waiting with a piece of fruit on her tongue.
“Chew… Chuuup… Zhong… Puha.”
After a long time, he licked his tongue, took over a small piece of fruit, and chewed it crunchily. It tastes refreshing. It is a fantasy world fruit that the owner saw while preparing the salad lunch box for the picnic while singing a hum song. What was your name… It’s because it’s not that important.
Me and her were eating spoonfuls each time taking an hour or so. It was to the point where I was worried about when I would finish eating the salad, which was only a small box. Under the shade of other trees, the slaves ate the nobles’ homemade lunches with their own hands, or simply scooped them up, but Sylvia was overpowering their level.
“Bee… ♡”
What man could not love the owner of a beautiful girl waiting with a reddened lunch box on her tongue? There is not even a burst of emotion to be bothered by the fact that it takes too long. For me, Sylvia was the kind of master I would want to kiss all day, if only time would permit.
When the lunchbox was finally emptied, Sylvia took out a teapot and a teacup and slowly poured them. Tea scent. Amidst the good smell, my teacup is gone. Sylvia alone, while blowing black tea from a teacup, came between my legs and quietly rubbed her butt while sitting down.
Fluff.
Caught snugly in her arms, she props up her teacup with both of her hands, turning her head behind her and smiling bashfully. Sitting with her legs stretched out, she swayed innocently, crossing her legs as if splashing in the water. The cock in her ass is slightly stimulated. It was clear that she was doing this on purpose.
“Whoa—how do I wait until the weekend~?”
Sylvia did the act of touching her deliberate cock, then put her head back, and she pretended not to notice, blowing her breath into her teacup to cool off.
“Yeah. It takes 24 hours, so unless you skip class, you can’t do it on weekdays.”
Although he is being stimulated, he pretends to be calm and responds. What she said to her now is not a big deal. It is related to the magic tool of the oath that obeys the slave until the soul of the future eternity, but when the ritual starts, the whole body goes into a state of climax and lasts for 24 hours, so it can only be done on weekends. … Isn’t it a big deal?
Still, it’s true that I’m more worried about the fact that I’m constantly touching my cock right away.
‘I’m offended by the poor owner.’
I gathered my shiny silver hair and put it aside. A thin, pure white nape is revealed. Burying her face on her narrow shoulder, she began to pay attention to her teacup in her hand, making a sound of her wheezing. Like a slave, I inhaled the smell of my master’s flesh to my heart’s content.
Sup-
“Huh… ♡”
My sensitive body shuddered and my breath, too hot to cool the tea any longer, leaked out. As I licked the bare skin of her neck with my tongue, the teacup and saucer made a rattling noise.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa… ♡”
Enduring such a thing, Sylvia continued to cool the tea she was holding tightly for several minutes. She smirked to cover up her growling expression and took a sip of her tea.
“Haum——.”
Is this again It was hard for me to hold back my laughter. She seemed to hold it in her mouth without swallowing it. She tilts her head back and approaches my lips. After tightly overlapping each other’s lips without a chance to leak, they spilled the black tea little by little. Since I am a slave, I could not refuse the tea water my master gave me and had to drink it sip by sip.
The impression that I swallowed until the end was… I mean, it’s a sweet taste. Kya, the life of slavery is killing me.
“Hey… ♡ How are you? How does the tea the master gives you taste?”
“It is super delicious.”
Hee hee. Right?”
“I want to do it too, would you like to give it to me?”
“Yes… !!”
He took over the teacup she handed over and slurped it. The red eyes were sparkling and looking forward. He gets close to the small face, presses it diagonally, and covers his lips.
“Eung-up, Eung-huu, Huum, Churu-eup, Humu-up, Gulp… ♡”
Even though I received all the black tea and ate it, I dropped the owner who did not fall and dipped all the remaining tea water in the cup. Kiss again.
“Ngpuuub, tung, um, uhm, gulp… Chuup, howum… ♡”
Sylvia, her lips smoothed out, comes leaning on her body. She lifts her arms up and drapes them around my neck, and I snuggle up with a mighty back hug.
“Hey… ♡ Haha… ♡”
It is the owner who is quietly locked in the arms of a slave and howling. Even though she is obviously weak and falls out, she must have been able to keep her mind off kissing to this extent through the training she has been through a lot… Apparently, during the kiss, her eyes were blurry and her body was weak, and she was drooping.
How to wake her up. She tried to mention what she was supposed to do after eating her lunch.
“Are you begging me to take a walk and pass out? Would you like to rest like this?”
“Uuuuu… I’m going to go for a walk… “
When she heard that she might not go for a walk, it was Sylvia who forcibly breathed her energy into her languid body. Fighting. In order to become stronger than now, masochistic sexual behavior in everyday life that drives her emotions is essential.
There is a lot of work to be done, such as daily training for such a lewd master, sexual torture, and rituals of obedience to slaves for eternity in the future. It seems that the life of a busy slave is truly fulfilling.
She still had her flushed cheeks, her moist eyes wide open, her slightly parted mouth, her excited breath haha, but she was holding her own.
She seems to need some support, so I cross her arms and move her.
When she left the conservatory and entered the hallway, she saw a few working commoner or noble women and their slaves. As if Sylvia was going to go for a ‘walk’ regardless of her presence, she pulled the belt bag from her waist and passed it to me.
“… Alright, here’s the bag… “
She takes over the space bag and takes out the necessary items and piles them on the floor of her hallway. Eyes gather around you, but you ignore them. Patent leather handcuffs and handcuffs, a bondage costume that fixed the quadrupedal posture, a blindfold and gag, and a red dog collar and leash.
Gulp, as Sylvia swallowed her saliva, I lined them up one by one in a showy way, and her eyes followed my hand.
“Then should I sit down wearing this?”
Hurry up. She immediately takes off her shoes and pokes her dog collar at Sylvia, who squats like her puppy. She lifts her neck up to make it easier to fill and fills it up to the owner who waits patiently. After putting it around her neck and locking her clasp, a faint knock, a sound echoed like thunder. Her eyes melt with excitement.
“Huh… Little bit… “
With a clap, he puts her tongue out and licks her lips. She looked like this and it was clear that she was excited about being in the spotlight. I was determined to fulfill the expectations of this perverted master who would openly accept anything a slave would do.
Before handcuffing her, he removes her cumbersome cloak, folds her slender arms, inserts them into leather cuffs, and buckles them. Her clenched hands, like her cat’s hands, were also sucked into the leather, preventing her from spreading her fingers.
Next, he attached foot gauntlets to his folded bare legs and feet. Accept this without resistance. She is thrust deep and buckled. Make sure it’s locked tight and do the same with the other leg.
Sylvia, who wiggles her folded limbs playfully and raises her eyes as if provoking her, pulls her leash taut, and she endures it with a shriek. At the same time, she is very stung by the gazes she feels around her.
If you openly harass your master, it is the inevitable fate of a slave to be looked upon like this. While enduring her stinging gaze, she forced her quadrupedal posture to be fixed on Sylvia’s body. Her bondage and her costume were put over her clothes. She tightened her pitch black area around her waist or tucked into her breasts.
And after injecting her magical energy, Sylvia was unable to rise, her folded limbs touching the floor as if something was crushing her.
“Ah, ha ha… ♡”
In fact, even if you force her posture, it’s a level that is not cool enough to break if you resist with a strong will. I don’t know if it’s made with craftsmanship regardless of the price. It is a demonic magic tool that obeys the coercive force, which can happen as much as it wants to force it.
“Then let’s write this one last time.”
“Oh… Ah… Extreme, hmmm…”
Blindfold her and gag her. Trembling body. The perverted Majo master will feel the intensity of the gaze from others amplified even more as his vision is obscured. The reason I covered her eyes was because I thought it was her best choice to do all her mazo delusions on her own.
No no
Pang–!
“Heuk-eup… !!”
When he pulls on her leash, he hurriedly follows her. I try to sniff and chase my body, but I’m not a dog, so how easy is that? I pull the leash of the owner who keeps bumping into the wall and correct the direction. Never taught verbally.
“Wow… “
Hayley, who happens to be passing by, sees her and gapes her mouth. Sylvia recognized her voice and stiffened her body.
“Where do you leave your slaves and go around alone?”
“Ah, yes. I worked really hard yesterday, so I’m lying in bed. You that… Are you taking a walk?”
“Yes.”
While affirming, he pulled the leash hard. Sylvia came to her quadrupedal gait, waddling in the direction her leash was pulled, panting. He sniffs at my feet, then rubs his cheek against his pants, perhaps convinced.
“But maybe that… Is that Sylvia?”
“Then, who else is at this silver hair academy?”
“Ter, fur… You two are really ahead.”
Haley blushes at my completely engrossed remarks that treat her like a puppy. Then Sylvia, who overheard her conversation with Hayley, reacted.
“Flow! Cheerup, uhhh!”
Sylvia growling with her white gag biting on her. She seemed to keep her voice in check as she heard Haley blushing like a ghost and voicing her voice. Although her drool dripped and was not threatening at all, it was just cute.
“Sorry. My pet owner is jealous. I’ll just go.”
“Yeah, yes.”
She watched me take Sylvia away until I disappeared around her corner, keeping her eyes on me.
With the two of us alone, I crouched down on her and scolded her by rubbing Sylvia’s breasts over her clothes.
“Master, you shouldn’t be mean to people.”
“Yup, hmmm.”
“Repent, okay?”
“Muh, hoo, hoo, hoo.”
No conversation was established at all, but I understood as I wished.
“Right, good. I’m sorry, so I’ll vibrate your nipples.”
Chiiyin-
“Hmm, yoo gooo!!”
Activate it by injecting magical power into the nipple on the other side of the clothes. It was the best robbery ever. Sylvia struggled at the movement of the teat rings that tightened and whined. I held her tight by the waist to immobilize her so that she could feel her nipples throb.
“Ehhhhh… ♡!!”
Maybe it was because he was bullied with the maximum strength at once, and the juice ran out.
“You can’t do it without spilling your pussy water.”
I patted my butt and pulled myself up. When I yank her leash while she is still in climax and accelerate her steps, I am startled and follow her.
The walk continued into the evening, leaving traces of her pussy on the floor. She swayed her to and fro, directed her with her leash, came close to her to make sure she was a slave, rubbed her cheek, and hid her from everyone she encountered. Showed without
Although I couldn’t show it to everyone in the academy, I was satisfied.
