Chapter 84 – Outdoor Exposure Order_To Next Destination
Outdoor Exposure Order_To Destination
No matter what I did, I ended up doing it. Only belatedly do you realize what you have done. However, the sign of transmission completion floating in front of my eyes. It was the speed of data transfer that was down for the future society.
The before and after photos of the clearly different urinal clearly showed what he had done. A strong smell of ammonia and naphthalene was mixing from the tongue. At least the tongue felt like it had become a toilet for men.
It should have been disgusting, sad, and embarrassing, but I am thrilled to see if it has become strange. A clear sense of having been tainted. The excitement doesn’t stop.
The next thing to do is to just wait here. No matter what happened, I had to wait in this “Men’s” Bathroom until the next order came. Until the master’s order comes. In this place, with this outfit, with this appearance.
None of them were ordinary corners. A suspicious and strange woman even if you look at it with fever.
If you run into someone like this, what will it really be like then?
In the midst of that, a stern thought that suddenly comes to my mind, maybe because I’ve already crossed the line once, it’s starting to break down somewhere, this time I’m having a strange thought myself.
In this filthy place, in the men’s bathroom.
If you lick the bathroom floor like this,
If he licks the floor of his own will without being ordered, can he really be called the same person anymore? Can someone who uses their tongue to clean the bathroom floor of their own will be called a person?
Wouldn’t it be possible to throw away something more precious that shouldn’t be thrown away by committing it?
The pleasure of falling, the addictive stimulation paralyzes reason, and begins to cross one more step, one more step.
I want to fall more, I want you to look at this miserable self, falling and getting dirty.
Above all, miserable, inferior, inferior. I wanted to become a dominated female.
Waist lowered slowly.
Strange black hairs, dried urine marks, black water, the dirty floor came close.
Countless black footprints, traces of men. If I kiss these traces like a slave kissing his master’s feet and clean them with my tongue with a heart of submission, can I be dominated and bred with that?
View slowly descending.
Like a subservient servant, he puts on the face of a lowly servant and tries to cross the line that should not be abandoned or should not be discarded.
Boundaries of irreversibility. The line is gradually getting fainter.
I bent my back and looked straight at the floor, and the moment I got very close to the traces on the floor, I barely came to my senses in that moment.
He barely hides the desire for blood domination that he dominated until now.
My head went crazy.
You can clearly see that this growing desire is becoming uncontrollable. I know that more and more it becomes impossible to resist this desire. All he could do was stop the absurd things that would have been unimaginable before, and the now overflowing urge with barely, desperate intellect.
Really, it seems that my head has gone crazy.
I was confident that I felt excitement and pleasure from this ridiculous, humiliating and masochistic act.
It’s ridiculous, it can’t be, I think about it, but on the other hand, I imagine myself doing such an act. The pleasure of self-destruction, a human who has crossed the line once can cross the line again at any time…
Alas, the miserable self. Just thinking about those words makes me wet.
It seems that the screw on his head has become strange due to his act of self-destruction. It is full of strange imagination.
More, more— I want to be miserable, I want to be broken, I want to be so miserable that I don’t even consider myself human anymore, I want to do so.
Look at the phone
The order has not yet come.
Even just a moment ago, where did he feel the fear of being caught by others, he was now waiting for the next order. There was me who wanted more, more outrageous things.
Like that, I wait anxiously for the next order, the order to drop me to the bottom. While waiting, I suddenly came up with a very good idea. I shouldn’t think of it, but I can’t stop the urge.
One bet.
Even though he was fully aware that this was absurd and strange, he couldn’t stop his impulse.
As for the duration, until the next command is sent to the mobile phone.
Until the next order came, it was not about hiding so that others would not find out, but about revealing oneself blatantly. Active waiting, not passive waiting.
Like a horny bitch that anyone can see, not a bitch caught and raped, but like an obscene prostitute who opens her crotch of her own will, stands in front of the door, grabs the hem of her skirt with both fingertips, lifts it gracefully, and blatantly kisses her pussy. It is to wait while taking the posture of lifting the flesh. Like a seductress, like a prostitute who opens her legs to anyone.
If someone came in, they would be raped just like that, or would it be rape or rape? No matter how you look at it, it must be the appearance that I am tempting.
When you succeed, nothing happens, so you get nothing,
If it fails, at least it won’t just end.
Such an absurd and disastrously risky bet.
Even though it is not ordered, it keeps stirring in my head.
I get excited.
Whether this was the sound of a trembling heart or a trembling uterus, it is unknown.
Standing in front of the door, I picked up the hem of my skirt that was still there and lifted it up. The winter wind was cold against my bare skin.
As it is, if someone really comes in and sees this…
Dyed red with blush
Could it be licorice? Again, the anal plug began vibrating noticeably.
Wing—— Wing————
The pleasure of the anus that climbs up the back and waist.
In front of a door that others can pass through at any time, I shake my waist vulgarly.
The vulgar pussy juice flowed gently down her thighs.
His breathing became rough, it felt like he would go away just by doing this. It climaxes as it is at the stimulation like the last drop of water that overflows a beer glass. Orgasm. An obscene moan flows like a bitch.
Ah… Could someone, really someone come?
I look forward to it faintly.
If so, will he become my master?
It will go into heat in the future that may be there.
The lustful bitch’s instinct to desire the male’s seed, while wet, shakes her waist lewdly. An instinctive act of courtship by females. An obscene and vulgar gesture like a beast.
However, contrary to my secret expectations, the alarm sounded at a very unfortunate timing.
The sound of my own masturbation filling the bathroom. It was my own moaning and masturbation that echoed loudly in the narrow bathroom, but the embarrassing sound made me even more excited, so I let the sound spread for a while.
Just in case, I thought that someone might be drawn to it by the sound, but unfortunately no one showed up, as if it wasn’t destined to happen.
A complex feeling, as if fortunate or regretful. It seemed that my master would not appear yet.
In the end nothing happened.
Now, I feel more pity than relief or shame at that fact.
Then open your phone
What kind of strange order will come this time, what kind of terrible punishment will be suffered. More and more I was enjoying this absurd command in my heart.
Gradually slipping away
It was late enough to turn back.
It sinks. Sink deeper and deeper
[Stir-fried pork belly with bean sprouts]
[Wow, I’m not going to say that I sent the order, but I really didn’t think I’d do it all. It was really pervert beyond imagination. There’s no other way to describe it other than that it’s just vulgar.
I think ‘Ha-eun’ is really talented to wet her pussy like that while giving such an order. I can’t imagine being of the same race as me. Do you have some orc or succubus blood mixed in your ancestors? If not, I’m a bit ashamed of myself as a person.
Anyway, it was a video that showed the lewd and vulgar nature of ‘Ha-eun’ very well. Let’s become more and more irreversibly perverted like this. By the way, I don’t think I’ve run into any other men. Too bad. Let’s try that next opportunity.
Here is the command:
Find the nearest 24-hour unmanned print cafe around you. Ah! If you prefer, a manned print cafe is also fine. If you find it, please reply after entering the print cafe.]
Blatant contempt and contempt,
At first, this master was also quite polite and polite in tone, but every time he saw his appearance, he did not hide his gaze looking down more and more.
As much as that changed attitude, he felt that he had been cut down and became a little excited.
At first, the owners of SEPal approached politely and delicately, but as time goes on, and whenever they come in contact with themselves, they feel that attitude is changing.
From a strange woman who was curious about sex, to a slightly lewd pervert, as time passed, the owners’ attitudes changed as if they were looking at a prostitute.
It’s to the point where I’m starting to wonder if I’m seeing the same person now.
Even on such a site, I feel that the treatment is changing to an inferior existence.
Although polite, the attitude of contempt is not hidden at all. No, I wouldn’t even think about hiding it. To them, I have now become the object of such treatment.
Eventually, a slave that can be manipulated at will may not even be treated as a person with the same intelligence in the end as livestock or tools at will.
You will end up looking at it the same way you would look at such filth.
Ah… How much fun would that be?
Drop.
From a stranger she just doesn’t know, to a tool that can do anything she wants.
The pleasure of falling.
Recalling that moment, she trembles with pleasure. Drop it
The steps toward the next destination were wet.
