On a rather chilly day, I hunched my body and opened the restroom door. Familiarly, I turned on the power of the coffee machine and leaned against the table. I washed my face quickly and let out a small yawn.
I've been working overtime all week with additional assignments, and my mind was completely exhausted. As a member of the rookie development team at RW Entertainment, I was in charge of intensive tasks for the second week, involving trainees participating in a large-scale public audition project hosted by a broadcasting company.
Not only did I have to take care of the trainees' conditions, but there were also numerous aspects to consider, such as meetings with the broadcasting company, dance, vocals, interviews, and more. I sighed heavily, clutching my throbbing head.
"Where is Mr. On Jun-young?" Suddenly, the restroom door swung open, and an infuriated Director Kwon stormed in, calling out my name. I was startled, quickly straightening my disheveled posture.
Under his intimidating aura, my shoulders involuntarily hunched up.
As I lowered my head towards Director Kwon, he immediately grabbed a copy of book and threw it at my chest. Bewildered, I caught the flying book. It contained profiles of the trainees who were going to participate in the audition at the broadcasting company, which I personally submitted to his office just a while ago. Looking at Director Kwon with a face expressing my lack of understanding, he ran his hand through his disheveled hair and gave me an exasperated look.
"Check the names and photos of the trainees right now."
"Yes?"
"Don't you hear what I'm saying? Don't just stand there like an idiot, move!"
Under Director Kwon's tantrum, I hastily unfolded the book and checked the names and photos of the trainees. Everything seemed fine, so why was he—oh no, something was terribly wrong. Kim Eun-hwan's profile had the photo of Choi Kyung-jun attached to it. Of all the trainees the company was pushing forward, their names and photos had been switched.
I quickly closed the book and bowed my head.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"What kind of work do you think you can do if you can't even handle such basic tasks?"
"If you give me a little time, I will fix it and submit the corrected book immediately."
Seemingly unimpressed by my apology, Director Kwon opened the restroom door and called in the entire rookie development team. The team leader and assistant manager, who were summoned without even wearing their jackets, as well as other staff members, had expressions filled with annoyance. I couldn't even bring myself to meet their eyes and simply kept my head bowed low.
Director Kwon snatched the book from my side and unfolded it, causing Manager Seo's face to contort mercilessly. I felt an overwhelming desire to disappear into a mouse hole or anywhere else.
"Manager Seo, are you sending this to my desk without even checking the documents? Or did you check and fail to notice?"
"I apologize."
"Apologies won't cut it. Is the rookie development team a bunch of parrots? The words coming out of both the team leader and the staff members are all the same."
"I'm truly sorry."
"I won't tolerate such mistakes again. Properly educate On Junyoung."
With the atmosphere in the restroom heavy, Director Kwon opened the door and left. Manager Seo quickly ushered the staff members out and stood in front of me. I couldn't even lift my head and deeply bowed my back.
"I'm truly sorry."
Manager Seo forcefully threw the book onto the table and shouted in frustration.
"Junyoung, if you can't even handle something so basic, what are you going to do? Ah, I'm really going crazy."
"I'm sorry. I will make sure this doesn't happen again."
"If this had been sent to the broadcasting company as it is, we would have all been in deep trouble. Do you understand? Please don't just keep apologizing, but do things properly. If you don't know, ask. If you're confused, ask. If something seems off, ask. Don't make judgments on your own from start to finish, ask questions."
"Yes."
"Fix it immediately and bring it to my desk."
As Manager Seo left the restroom, I hugged the book to my chest and sat down, feeling small. A heavy sigh escaped my lips, full of frustration. I felt pathetic and incompetent, even in my own thoughts. How could I make such a mistake? Choosing the entertainment industry wasn't my first choice to begin with.
However, misfortune struck without warning, and I became the breadwinner overnight. Giving up on my studies, which I had enrolled in intermittently, was the natural course of action, and the promise of being able to enter a company as soon as I graduated led me to choose the entertainment department haphazardly. But that turned out to be the biggest mistake of my life.
Despite graduating from a related major, my timid personality caused me to fail interviews time and time again. After two years of small part-time jobs, I barely managed to get a job at RW Entertainment. As a second-year employee in the rookie development team, I really wanted to do well, but my mind didn't cooperate as I wished. I took a piece of paper out of the book and fed it into the shredder. The paper, torn to shreds and utterly useless, felt just like me, and it saddened me.
As soon as I returned home, I turned on the computer and rushed into the bathroom. Carelessly throwing my suit onto the floor, I opened the bathroom cabinet and took out a giant dildo. With impatient hands, I opened the cap of the strawberry-scented gel, applied it to the front of the dildo, and slid it to the back. Using my fingers, I widened the opening and inserted the dildo. The textured dildo scraped against my walls as it pushed inside.
Leaning my body on the bathroom sink, I let out suppressed moans. I thrust the dildo deep inside myself several times and smacked my buttocks with my palm. Yet, it didn't satisfy my desires. I cursed and pushed the dildo all the way in. I gasped and moaned as the intense pressure filled me. However, something unfulfilled tormented me. I needed something hotter and more stimulating.
I dropped to my knees on the bathroom floor and slapped my cheeks. Lifting my buttocks high, I thrust the dildo deeply. And in my mind, I imagined Director Kwon, who angrily threw my approval documents and unleashing his wrath upon me, pounding my mind relentlessly.
Vivid fantasies came to life as Director Kwon's well-shaped hand grabbing my cock and jerking it. Intense pleasure surged, I pursed my lips and let out a sharp groan. A rigid toy, sliding in and out of a tight opening, hit the sweet spot precisely.
Simultaneously, I could feel the built-up tension within me gradually easing, driven away by all sorts of stress. The hand stimulating the opening grew faster while my cock rubbed against my sensitive skin, began to release a clear fluid, and in the throes of pleasure, a precious ejaculation was unleashed.
I sighed heavily, pulled out the dildo deeply inserted inside me, and threw it carelessly. Then I stretched out my body, trying to relax.
I lay down on the cold floor, laughing meaninglessly above the spilled semen. The lukewarm fluid clung to my chest.
Somehow, it felt like tears were about to come. There was nothing that went according to my desires. I wanted to do well, really wanted to do well, or at least be as good as others, so why couldn't I?
Am I just a person who can't do anything from the beginning? Is that what I am?
I squeezed out tears as I looked at the repulsive, grotesque dildo lying haphazardly on the floor. Just like this absurd wall of limitations, I felt like a strange, colorful weed in society.
After shaking off the tension in the bathroom, I took a shower and stepped out. I put on a shower gown and pressed the button on the water dispenser to pour myself a drink. Sitting on the single sofa, I contemplated the date. Since today was Friday, tomorrow would be the weekend. Perhaps due to the mistake I made today, the team leader advised me to rest well over the weekend. Whether it was meant to be an everlasting break or just a sweet escape for the weekend remained unclear, but regardless, it was the weekend.
I tied the knot of my shower gown and sat in front of the computer. The slight discomfort of my eyes being swollen from crying in the bathroom lingered. I rubbed my eyes with my hands and clicked on a bookmarked website.
Seeing the name "Foot Worship" alone made my heart race, and my gaze quickly focused on it. A window popped up on the screen, welcoming me and requesting login information. With my fingers momentarily hovering over the keyboard, I accessed the site as I was familiar with it.
<Welcome, LapisBlue! Enjoy your playtime today as well.>
Reading the cheerful welcome message on the login screen, I took a deep breath to calm myself.
My inclination was somewhat unique. As a sexual minority, I identified as a submissive, or "sub" for short. Just being a sexual minority was already considered taboo, and having such unconventional sexual preferences pushed me even further into the realm of taboo. It was as if I had no choice but to venture into the darkest corners where deviant weeds grew.
I discovered Foot Worship three years ago. It was through a visit to an SM club that my partner, who was a dominant or "dom," introduced me to this niche website. The site, commonly known as "1 Foot," was a place where people with unique sexual inclinations could share information and find play partners. Membership registration itself was pretty selective, and the site was actively monitored by administrators, which made it a relatively trusted platform within this community of individuals with similar interests.
The window indicating the number of users online showed that many people were already logged in. Perhaps due to it being a Friday, I could occasionally spot explicit usernames seeking play partners.
Scrolling through with a lack of enthusiasm, I suddenly came across a familiar username that I had enjoyed playing with a few times before. Without hesitation, I opened the private messaging window. Just as I was about to start typing, a post caught my eye behind the small messaging window.
[Title: Seeking House Slave. Author: UltraViolet]
The username "UltraViolet" alone was enough to pique my curiosity, but the title took it to a whole new level of ecstasy. "Seeking House Slave", such a captivating title. Despite frequenting the site for three years, I had never come across such a striking post before.
Given the ambiguous distinction between "Master" and "Slave," no one dared to hastily label themselves as one or the other. Yet, this person introduced themselves as a Master.
A surge of sexual desire gathered below my navel. I consciously moistened my parched lips and guided the mouse cursor over the post. The view count had already exceeded 100. Damn, my insatiable curiosity. I closed my eyes tightly and clicked on the post. With bated breath, I examined the contents. It was not a typical greeting; it was something else entirely.
<Setting aside the digressions, let me get straight to the point. I am seeking a house slave. What I am looking for is not some common submissive but a perfect slave. Leave your dignity and personal identity at your own home, as I am seeking someone who will reside in my house as a slave. Until a formal contract is established, you are not my property, so feel free to express any opinions or remarks. However, once the contract is finalized, I will exercise complete control and restrictions over everything from meals to sleeping arrangements and even your very breath.
You don't need to prepare any belongings separately. If you need anything, I will take full responsibility for providing and preparing everything on this end. Lastly, I am attaching the details and condition of the house where you will be staying. I look forward to a good relationship.>
The five attached pictures were indeed photographs of a luxurious interior of a house. At the bottom of each photo, there was a piece of paper with today's date and the nickname "UltraViolet" written on it, serving as clear evidence that it was not faked.
I clicked on the username to send a message, but it was blocked. I felt frustrated. Resting my chin on my hand, I scrolled down through the post. There were a few comments below.
「 PleaseHitMe: Let's chat. 」
「 SincereKnowledge: 'House Slave', now that's provocative. Wishing you a good connection. 」
「 WaywardGay: Let's chat. 」
「 NeighborTotoGame: I'm interested. I'd like to chat. 」
「 TearfulWind: Calling someone a "common sub" doesn't sit well with me. 」
Many people were already showing interest in the post. The intense sexual desire that was raging within me a moment ago subsided. I found myself torn between leaving a comment or leaving the page. It wasn't an easy decision to make, as the issue at hand was not something to be decided lightly.
In truth, my understanding of both the concept of a slave and a master was limited to hearsay. Master and slave, literally translated, meant owner and servant. To put the content of the post in simple terms, it expressed a desire to have an absolutely obedient slave who would obey their every command.
I was already addicted to the pleasure derived from the pain inflicted on my body. Ordinary sex did not arouse me or give me an erection. I despised the thought of sex without pain. There was a time when I attempted sex without any play involving pain, but I couldn't even bring myself to engage in penetration and fled. I found it much more stimulating and sexually satisfying to grip my own cock and spank my buttocks.
I read through the post filling the screen once again. While I definitely identified with being submissive, I realized my knowledge about being a slave was insufficient. It was merely hearsay, so the meaning and concept remained ambiguous.
However, I couldn't shake the feeling that this post was tempting me, beckoning me with its provocative nature. It stirred up curiosity within me.
I deleted and rewrote my comment countless times, but finally, I mustered the courage to post it and pressed enter. Soon, my comment appeared among the new replies.
「 LapisBlue: Let's talk, please. 」
As I posted the comment, I realized that midnight was approaching. I tapped my stiff shoulders and got up from my seat. In the bathroom, there was a dildo lying on the floor, still untouched. I picked it up, washed it clean, and placed it aside before reaching for an electric toothbrush from the bathroom cabinet. My mouth felt sticky, and I couldn't resist the urge.
Familiarly, I applied toothpaste to the toothbrush and turned it on. With a buzzing sound, I started brushing my teeth, scrubbing my mouth clean. Suddenly, I wished this toothbrush was someone's tongue. I imagined a soft tongue gently licking every corner of my mouth and a deep, throaty sensation as it pressed against my throat. I opened my foam-filled mouth wide and chuckled to myself.
I rinsed the toothbrush under water and swished it around in my mouth, refreshing the minty sensation and relieving the stickiness. Feeling much better, I returned to the computer and sat back in my chair. The free and monotonous time seemed to pass slowly. With one hand supporting my chin, I glanced around different forums. It was already 12:30 AM. Just as I was about to close the website, a notification sound chimed.
Ding!
I straightened my head and checked the pop-up window that appeared at the bottom.
<Would you like to accept a conversation with UltraViolet?>
UltraViolet? My heart raced as the window popped up. The person who initiated the conversation was none other than the author of the post I had commented on earlier after much hesitation.
Taking a deep breath, I clicked "YES." The screen changed, and a white chat box appeared immediately. At the bottom, a message quickly appeared, indicating that a conversation was being composed.
「 UltraViolet: Is that you, LapisBlue? 」
「 Me: Yes, hello. 」
「 UltraViolet: I like your nickname. 」
I had a keen interest in colors. So every year, I used to look up the trending colors for that year. Lapis Blue was the trending color in 2017, and UltraViolet was the trending color in 2018.
「 UltraViolet: Do you also have an interest in colors? 」
I paused for a moment, tapping on the keyboard. The conversation continued with casual topics as if we were exploring each other. We discussed everyday matters like whether we had eaten, our occupations, and hobbies. I had initial concerns that being a Master would entail a sense of dominance and one-sidedness, but as we conversed, I didn't sense any of that.
I relaxed my guard and immersed myself in the conversation. It was enjoyable. However, as time passed, I realized that UltraViolet directed more focused questions toward me.
I dutifully answered his questions, and they gradually moved beyond light topics to more explicit directions. He delved into the types of partners I had engaged with and the plays I enjoyed or disliked, including any resistance to bondage or breath control. He had invested quite some time in exploring me.
As I became engrossed in the chat, my shoulders grew stiff, my eyes started to ache, and drowsiness overcame me. Glancing at the clock, I realized that over two hours had passed since I started conversing with him. I let out a small yawn and rubbed my eyes. With one hand massaging my shoulder, I looked at the chat window.
「 UltraViolet: Do you have any intention of becoming my house slave? 」
As I read the sentence, a wave of dizziness swept over me. Only then did I realize that what he sought was not a submissive but a slave. I couldn't answer hurriedly. I mindlessly tapped on the keyboard and eventually deleted my words, letting out a deep sigh.
Could I truly set aside my pride and identity and enter his house as he suggested?
「 UltraViolet: If you're not interested, you can stop here. I've enjoyed the conversation with you, LapisBlue. 」
「 UltraViolet: Don't dwell on it for too long. 」
As I read the words appearing on the screen, I nervously bit my lip. In my nature, I leaned more towards being passive rather than assertive. I excelled at fulfilling tasks assigned to me, but taking the initiative and creating something on my own was almost foreign to me.
To be honest, I had always wished for someone to control every aspect of my life. What I eat, what I wear, how I live, and even my very breath. I wished that someone else, rather than myself, would take care of everything in my life.
I raised both hands above the keyboard. Finally, I pressed the Enter key. The conversation I typed appeared on the screen.
「 Me: Yes. 」
As I answered, a sense of relief washed over me. And a strange sense of excitement surged through me, reaching even my throat. Reading the "Typing..." below the screen, I untied my bathrobe and grasped my cock in my hand. It was not soft flesh but an erect and rigid organ that I held. Just conversing with him was enough to arouse me.
「 UltraViolet: Let's meet. If you like what you see, we'll write a contract, and you'll come straight to my place. 」
I responded without hesitation, agreeing to meet him. The UltraViolet quickly arranged a meeting. We decided to meet at 5pm in the TK Hotel's coffee shop, where we would discuss the details and draft the contract.
「 Me: But how will I recognize you? 」
He didn't answer my question for quite some time. I yawned and continued to fondle my cock. Imagining a faceless UltraViolet, I rapidly jerk myself. Not content with that, I leaned over the desk, propped my belly against it, and used my fingers to penetrate my entrance. Moaning softly with my lips parted, I indulged in these actions.
Finally, a milky fluid emerged from the tip of my cock. I grabbed a tissue and wrapped it around my cock, and at that moment, his message appeared on the screen.
「 UltraViolet: The most classic and old-fashioned suit, a red necktie, and glasses. 」
「 Me: I'm sorry for the late reply. I had to use the bathroom. 」
「 UltraViolet: Did you masturbate? 」
Feeling awkward, I glanced around the room for no reason and cleared my throat. I scratched my head, feeling embarrassed. Ultraviolet then mentioned the outfit once again. As I tried to recall the mentioned outfit, the "Typing..." lingered at the bottom for a long time.
「 UltraViolet: You probably understood my words well, but let me emphasize again: I'm more interested in how perfectly you dress up rather than seeing your face. I hope you can meet my expectations. 」
The UltraViolet ended the conversation with a message resembling a mission, setting a specific outfit and suggesting to meet tomorrow. I repeatedly read the message indicating the end of the conversation and clenched my teeth.
There was weight in Ultraviolet's words. How perfectly I dress up, this statement echoed the idea of how obediently I follow their words. It meant they would judge how faithfully I would wear the designated outfit.
I immediately logged out of the website and opened my closet. After rummaging through it for a while, I found a gray suit with an old-fashioned vibe that I had impulsively bought for a job interview. The fabric had a glossy sheen, and I suddenly recalled a moment when my friend Kim Jae-shin teasingly compared it to a silverfish. The combination of this shiny gray suit and a red necktie was truly the worst. It occurred to me that I had worn this dreadful suit for my interview at RW Entertainment.
To think that I would wear this outfit again, a hollow laugh escaped my lips. I tried to calm my racing heart and lay down on the bed.
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