Akira rushed to Takeda's bedroom (or as much as he could in his heels), fully aware that almost forty-five minutes had gone by. The time he had spent gently hand-washing a single pair of panties had been costly. Akira had only managed to find four spots on the floors of Takeda's voluminous house before his patience ran out.
Akira knew he was taking a real risk. His girlfriend's teasing threat loomed large in his mind, even if it was overcome by the need to see her get fucked by Takeda once more. A single, solitary spanking wasn't enough to intimidate Akira, of course, no matter how hard Sadayo might do it. But he was a little concerned for the precedent it would set. Spankings might become a regular feature of their activities from then on, which meant Akira could very well be signing himself up for dozens of them in the future. If he got caught, that is.
How much further would Akira sink in Sadayo's eyes if she was spanking him regularly? Sadayo was already cuckolding him, and she had just learned that Akira's sexual endurance had regressed to an embarrassing degree. Throw in disciplining him like a wayward child, and Akira would never be able to go back to the way things used to be with his girlfriend, even if he wanted to try. It sounded like something to avoid, but Akira's cock didn't agree. He was incredibly hard and on the verge of cumming once more.
Akira hurried over to the door to Takeda's bedroom. The loud noise his heels had made on the floor had already announced his arrival (and desperate mindset, probably) to the two inside. Akira paused only to smooth his skirt before he knocked on the door. No answer.
But Akira could hear sounds from within. A rhythmic squeaking sound, followed by the muted but very distinctive sounds Sadayo liked to make when she was being fucked, and fucked well. Akira gasped, realizing that Sadayo hadn't been teasing him after all. Or she had been, but not with empty words. His girlfriend hadn't bothered to wait for his presence to begin another lovemaking session with Takeda.
Akira knocked again, just as politely as before. As desperate as he was to see his girlfriend, this was Takeda's bedroom. He was the maid, and maids did not enter the rooms of their employers without permission. Once again, there was no clear answer. Akira did hear a muffled laugh, and what sounded like a short conversation on the other side of the door.
"Did you...AH!...did you finish your chores?" Sadayo called out through the door, a pleasurable sigh interrupting her query.
"Yes, Ojou-sama." Akira called out in reply, squirming in place.
"You...AH!...you found all five...AH! spots?" Sadayo asked again loudly, Takeda evidently having picked up the pace.
Akira hesitated for a moment. If he said yes, he would be lying to his girlfriend. If he admitted the truth that he had not, Akira was certain that Sadayo would tell him to turn around and keep looking until he found it. The impulse to lie to get what he wanted was strong, but Akira managed to overcome it. It was quite hard, though. Being deprived of what would be no doubt a spectacular sight on the other side of the door was a high price to pay.
"No, Ojou-sama. I only found four." Akira called out, a touch regretfully.
Instead of the instant dismissal Akira expected, he heard a quick, whispered conversation. The sound was too faint for him to make out any words, which filled Akira with a touch of anxiety. His fate was being determined on the other side of the door, without any hint of what it might be and certainly without any input from Akira himself.
"Come in." came the deep voice of Takeda.
Akira was elated to hear that. It made sense that Takeda would be the one to grant him entry, as it was his bedroom. Akira paused only to smooth out his skirt (distantly aware that it was fast becoming a nervous tic) before he slid the door open.
Akira was instantly greeted with the lovely, and monumentally exciting sight of his girlfriend Sadayo riding Takeda cowgirl-style. Her lingerie was still hanging up in the laundry room, which meant Sadayo didn't have a stitch of clothing on. Her beautiful breasts bounced freely with every movement of her hips, causing Akira to stare worshipfully at them. He couldn't have taken his eyes off their splendid movement if he wanted to.
"I liked...AH! your honesty, Akira. You can...AH!...stay and AH!...watch, but...AH!...you'll get punished...AH!...afterward." Sadayo offered, gamely trying to talk to Akira even as Takeda bounced her up and down on his cock on the bed.
Akira was so turned on at the moment that he would have agreed to a thousand spankings (and then regretted it deeply afterward) just so he could keep watching. Akira nodded eagerly in lieu of answering, which was enough for his girlfriend. Sadayo grinned at him, then pointed at a random corner of Takeda's bedroom.
"The corner. Now." Sadayo ordered in a pleased tone, returning her attention to Takeda.
Sadayo's tone of voice was not harsh in the slightest, but the sound of a clear order from his girlfriend echoed in Akira's head like the crack of a whip. The maid outfit he had been wearing for hours now was clearly doing a number on his psyche. Akira wasted not a second before hurrying to the shadowy corner Sadayo had pointed toward. Just like before, as soon as Akira went into the corner of the room, he might as well have dropped off the face of the earth to the two people making love on the bed.
"Making love" was indeed the right term for it. Akira had been correct back when he had postulated that the two of them would look much more sensual together if they hadn't been in the doggy-style position, tremendously hot a choice as it was. Because with the way Sadayo rolled her hips in perfect sync with Takeda's thrusts, any onlooker would have to conclude that they were made for each other.
Those perfectly synced movements meant that Takeda was able to fuck Sadayo as deeply as possible, just barely kissing her cervix (Akira imagined, as he had certainly never done so himself) with each thrust. The cowgirl position ensured maximum penetration, which meant Sadayo got to enjoy every centimeter of Takeda's cock, and vice versa.
Once again, Akira was confronted with the reality that his own cock would never again be enough to pleasure Sadayo to an adequate degree. The anxiety from before was gone, however, as Akira knew it had already happened. Takeda had ensured that Sadayo's pussy was acclimated to his impressive size and there was absolutely no going back.
Besides which, Akira was also aware that he was unlikely to ever fuck Sadayo again. How could he, when Sadayo had realized the extent of his utter lack of stamina? No, Akira was only going to be cumming in Sadayo's borrowed panties from now on, not her pussy.
That led to an entirely new realization for Akira. Was that "sex" for him now? While Sadayo and Takeda made love together, was Akira now reduced to regarding his girlfriend's borrowed panties as his only sexual outlet? Whether he wanted that to be true or not, Akira thought it was very likely the case. After all, Sadayo now knew that she didn't even need to touch her boyfriend to make him cum. She simply had to humiliate and dominate him, and the tight lacy confines of the panties Sadayo had coaxed him to wear would do the rest.
This realization shook Akira to the core. He was "pussy free" now, and there was no going back. As chance would have it, Akira had replaced the soiled panties he had been wearing with the very pair Sadayo had been wearing during her date with Takeda. Remembering the huge wet spot that had been on them was exciting, to say the least. Contact with the fabric that had been resting against his girlfriend's wet pussy might be the closest Akira's cock was ever going to get from now on.
Akira just barely kept himself from cumming from this realization, then wondered why he was fighting it. Watching Sadayo be fucked while wearing her panties was his idea of lovemaking now, right? It was incredibly pathetic compared to the sensual, splendid sight of virtuoso lovemaking that Sadayo and Takeda were demonstrating right then and there. It was also the truth.
Akira dropped to his knees as a powerful orgasm rippled through him. Akira couldn't, or wouldn't, fight it anymore. He simply felt gratitude toward his girlfriend, appreciating that Sadayo's lace panties were able to provide him with such hot, guilty pleasure. And since they had been given to him by his girlfriend herself, that meant Sadayo was providing Akira that very same pleasure in a way. The only way she was likely to give him from here on out.
Back on the bed, Sadayo and Takeda were bringing themselves closer to orgasm. Not the one-sided, rather shameful pleasure that Akira had accepted as his lot as a cuckold maid, but rather, a symphony of sensations that ricocheted and built upon one another. Akira watched, still spurting little amounts into Sadayo's panties, as his girlfriend began riding Takeda in earnest. Her cries were becoming steadily huskier, and Akira knew exactly what that meant.
Takeda did as well. He grabbed Sadayo's hands so that they were interlocking with their fingers. The man then began pumping forcefully upward with his hips, causing Sadayo to really bounce up and down on his cock each time, stealing whatever control she had previously had.
Sadayo was too lost in her approaching climax to do anything about it. Akira watched, enthralled, as Takeda quickly brought Sadayo to the ultimate pinnacle of pleasure that only he could provide for her. Sadayo threw back her head as her orgasm took hold, making senseless noises that were nevertheless able to perfectly communicate her mindset.
Akira glanced downward and saw what he expected: each one of Sadayo's toes was curled inward. His girlfriend's hips shook unconsciously in rhythmic time, each shake illustrating a bolt of electrifying pleasure traveling through her body.
Unlike last time, Takeda was in no mood to wait until the end of Sadayo's scorching climax to cum himself. He let go of Sadayo's hands and grabbed her hips roughly, forcing her spasming pussy as far down on his cock as it could go. Takeda then erupted into Sadayo's pussy with a series of grunts.
The man's full load was just as impressive as his cock. From Akira's position in the room, he could see Takeda's heavy balls clench again and again an almost unbelievable amount of times. Each clench represented another load of cum he was depositing in Sadayo's bare pussy. And each load would have easily impregnated his girlfriend, except for the tiny little pill Sadayo had taken hours beforehand.
It really was an incredible sight. Akira could tell that his own recent orgasm, as powerful as it was, produced barely a fraction of the amount of semen Takeda's balls were capable of generating. The man's status as a dominant bull was unquestioned, just as Akira's status as a dominated beta-cuckold was similarly cemented.
Sadayo fell onto Takeda's chest, seemingly exhausted. Experiencing such exquisitely powerful orgasms, courtesy of her bull, took a lot of his girlfriend. Akira watched as they kissed gently, already immersed in their post-coital bliss.
In the past, this was where Akira would feel a hint of jealousy. Jealousy that he would never act upon, but the feeling had still been there. No longer. There was nothing to feel jealous about. Akira knew his proper position now. He wasn't going to fuck Sadayo in any way, shape, or form. Her panties were the only thing of Sadayo's that his cock would have any contact with. Any wishes he might have to the contrary were a waste of time, and so Akira did not bother with that. He simply had to do his best in the role he was suited for.
Akira stood up slowly, intent on silently exiting the room as he had done before. There was no laundry for him to do, with the exception of the soiled panties that he needed to wash for the second time that night. But before he could do so, Sadayo opened her eyes and looked over at him. Sadayo seemed to take a moment to gather her strength before pushing herself up from Takeda's chest.
"Trying to get out of your punishment?" Sadayo asked Akira wickedly.
Right. His punishment. The one Akira had agreed to take in order to be able to watch Sadayo be fucked by her bull. In the midst of his rather earthshaking revelations about himself, Akira had completely forgotten. He smoothed his skirt (Akira's anxiety was spiking, after all) and gave his girlfriend a perfect curtsy.
"I wouldn't dream of it, Ojou-sama." Akira murmured submissively in response.
"This time, maybe. Once you experience one of my spankings, you'll be eager to get out of it next time." Sadayo replied, her voice brimming with a large amount of confidence for someone who had apparently never given one before.
Of course, there would be a next time. Akira had known the likely result of incorporating spanking into their relationship. He groaned inwardly, even if his cock disagreed. It was suddenly as hard as a rock.
"Go wash your panties and change into a new pair, since I'm sure you spurted into those. Then meet me in the living room when you're done." Sadayo ordered lightly, sounding supremely convinced that Akira would do exactly as she said.
"Yes, Ojou-sama." Akira replied hastily, his lack of any argument telling Sadayo that her expectation was right on the mark.
Pausing only to offer Sadayo another respectful curtsy, Akira hurried from the room. Genuinely amused laughter from his girlfriend and her bull followed him out the door, causing Akira's cheeks to redden.
It wasn't a game anymore. This wasn't something that Akira could just turn off if he wished. He had been permanently reduced in stature in his girlfriend's esteem. Not that any love between them had been lost, far from it. In a way, the two of them being willing to adopt and hold to this new dynamic between them was its own expression of love, as both of them were aware of how exciting and ultimately fulfilling it was for the other.
As Akira slowly walked to the laundry room, his high heels clacking all the way, he knew he couldn't argue with the simply truth: Sadayo no longer respected him in the same way she had. Sadayo loved him, certainly, and would do anything for Akira. Just as Akira would do anything for her.
But in Sadayo's eyes, Akira was her cuck now, and a cuck he would remain no matter what. A subservient, obedient, crossdressing cuckold utterly lacking in sexual stamina that she could, no, *needed* to tease, dominate, and generally order around for the mutual fulfillment of them both. Akira had no doubt that Sadayo did this out of love for Akira, but it was in recognition of his need for it. There was a certain pathetic and laughable aspect to this need, one that Akira couldn't hide and that Sadayo clearly perceived now.
There was a sort of freedom in that, however. So Akira spurted into his girlfriend's borrowed panties with nary a touch to his own cock now. So he obeyed Sadayo's orders utterly without question. So he would almost certainly be reduced to a sobbing and undignified mess by the spanking his girlfriend planned to give him, if Sadayo's cockiness was to be believed. So what? Akira was her cuck, and cucks were pathetic that way.
It wasn't the most heartening realization, perhaps, but it nevertheless comforted Akira. With a renewed sense of purpose, Akira walked more quickly to the laundry room. Sadayo had given him an order, and Akira had better obey it.
Akira crept to the living room, peering around the corner to see if Sadayo was actually there. She was indeed. His girlfriend was sitting on the sofa, wearing another one of Takeda's buttoned shirts. In the time Akira had taken to change, Sadayo had freshened herself up. She wasn't wearing nearly as much makeup as she had earlier, but what was there was cleanly and immaculately applied. Sadayo's increasingly frizzed-out shoulder-length dark hair had been brushed back into relative smoothness.
Sadayo had a bit of an impatient expression on her face. Perhaps Akira had kept her waiting for a touch too long. Akira's high heels ensured that his arrival to the living room could not come as a surprise, but the trepidation he was filled with was making itself felt as he continued peering around the corner.
"Delaying it isn't going to make this any easier. It's kind of the opposite, actually." Sadayo said in her usual frank tone, raising her eyebrows at Akira's reticence.
Akira couldn't argue with that. He wasn't exactly thrilled to submit to a spanking, but stalling was only going to annoy Sadayo more. His girlfriend clearly wanted to do this, and as her cuck, who was Akira to try to deny her? With that thought in mind, Akira stepped over to the sofa, giving Sadayo a curtsy, an act that was well on its way to becoming an ingrained habit in him.
Sadayo patted her lap and leaned back on the sofa. Her borrowed shirt rose an inch or two as she did, giving Akira a limited peek at her bare pussy. Akira didn't look too long, however. This was a particularly bad time to do anything that his girlfriend might not appreciate.
Akira sank to his knees on the sofa beside Sadayo and then laid himself flat across her lap. Truth be told, Akira had never been spanked before in his life. This was an entirely novel experience for him, something that would not be helpful to Akira's efforts (if he even tried), not to be reduced to a sobbing state by the end.
As soon as he was over her lap, Sadayo flipped up the back of Akira's skirt and giggled as his white lace panties came into view. Or her white lace panties, rather. They belonged to Sadayo, even if Akira had a rather closer relationship with them by now.
"You look every bit as cute as I do in these, you know. I don't want to see you in anything else." Sadayo declared in a firm, though still casual tone.
"Even if I'm not on the clock?" Akira asked weakly.
"Correct. That's not a problem, right?" Sadayo asked wickedly, knowing just how difficult it would be for Akira to disagree, considering the situation.
"Not at all, Ojou-sama." Akira replied quickly, his cock hardening once more.
Sadayo giggled once more, no doubt feeling Akira's diminutive erection against her lap. His girlfriend pulled down the back of his panties with a swift motion, leaving them to bunch around Akira's upper thighs. Just the back. The front stayed where it was, keeping Akira's cock trapped in its usual confines of lace.
"I'm sure you'll spurt once or twice before this is over. I'd rather not get Hideji's couch dirty, so you're keeping those on." Sadayo declared with a laugh this time, not a giggle.
Akira's cheeks burned in shame at his girlfriend's sweetly scornful words. The knowledge that her boyfriend couldn't help but cum in his borrowed panties without any stimulation at all had done the most to lower Sadayo's impression of him. That long series of deeply amused laughs she had let out back in the laundry room had to have been the turning point. Whereas before Akira was simply her submissive boyfriend that had unusual tastes, after that, Akira was her cuck, richly deserving of regular doses of loving humiliation without end.
"Here's how this is going to go. I'll spank you for a while, then I'll take a break and ask you a few questions. I expect your complete honesty and I expect you to answer immediately. Failing to do that will make the next set of smacks much harder. Understood?" Sadayo asked archly.
"Yes, Ojou-sama." Akira replied in a subdued, utterly submissive tone of voice, seeing Sadayo raising her hand out of the corner of his vision.
And so Akira's spanking began. Relatively lightly, at first. Akira couldn't help but squirm after the first few smacks, but Sadayo spanked him that much harder for it afterward. It was only when Akira meekly stilled himself and made no move to escape his punishment did Sadayo relent, though only slightly. Several minutes went by, with the increasingly loud sound of Sadayo's hand sharply contacting Akira's warmed-up ass again and again filling the living room.
It was tough, but Akira could handle it so far. It worried him that Sadayo was gradually spanking him harder as time went on, however. How long would the spanking last? Akira had no idea, but he did know that he had no choice but to accept it, for as long as it lasted. His cock at least was still hard as a rock, though Akira thought he was rather far from cumming at the moment.
"Alright, let's take a break." Sadayo said finally, shaking her hand a bit.
Akira sighed in relief, even though he was aware that his girlfriend's questions were upcoming. Depending on just what Sadayo asked, they might be more difficult than the spanking itself.
"First off, are you still enjoying yourself?" Sadayo asked critically.
"Yes, Ojou-sama. Very much so." Akira hastened to reply, conscious of his girlfriend's order to answer as quickly and honestly as possible.
"Okay. So you don't mind the way the night has gone? It's a lot different than what we both thought it would be." Sadayo asked again, sounding very much interested in the answer.
"I love the way it's gone. Truly." Akira answered again rapidly.
"You do, huh? You love seeing Hideji fuck me, with your only reward being able to watch it happen?" Sadayo asked with a hint of sadism in her voice.
"Of course, Ojou-sama. It's the most exciting thing I've ever seen." Akira replied at once.
"Noted. And what about the way I've been treating you?" Sadayo asked again, genuine curiosity entering her voice once more.
"I love that too. It's almost as exciting." Akira answered, being as honest as possible.
"So if I was to tease you even more, and dial up the humiliation, you'd like that?" Sadayo asked again, the barest hint of sadism returning to her voice.
"I...I would, Ojou-sama." Akira whispered in response.
Akira knew perfectly well that he was signing himself up for endless amounts of humiliation in the near and far future by saying this. But it was the truth of the matter, and he owed Sadayo the truth.
"I'll be sure to remember that. Anyway, I think you've had enough of a break." Sadayo said briskly, raising her hand once more.
Akira's punishment started up once more. This time, Sadayo was not taking it quite as easy on him. Akira tried his best to hold still, but the increasingly painful impact with which his girlfriend's smacks landed on his ass made him squirm despite it all. Which only made Sadayo spank him harder. Which made Akira squirm more, and so on. Akira could easily tell that it was a vicious circle and that he needed to be still once more. But simply didn't have the requisite self-control, and so Akira was unable to stop himself from making it worse by squirming. It was only after Sadayo paused once again that Akira was able to get himself under control.
Thankfully, he had not cried yet. But he was getting close. There was a lot of heat radiating from his well-spanked ass, and Akira really doubted whether he could take too much more without breaking into tears. Sadayo shook her hand again and grimaced, but she appeared to be in no mood to end things.
"Alright. More questions. What exactly made you cum before without even touching yourself?" Sadayo asked curiously.
"Um, which time?" Akira asked with embarrassment in his voice.
"The first two times." Sadayo clarified, a grin appearing on her face as she was reminded of the extent of Akira's embarrassment.
"The first time was when you were about to orgasm. You were so unbelievably sexy that I couldn't do anything else." Akira responded in a rush.
"And the second time?" Sadayo prompted, a pleased smile on her face.
"The second time was only a couple of minutes after the first. It was because I realized that Takeda was changing you, making you become used to the size of his cock." Akira answered without any hesitation.
"Making me become used to the size of his cock? Ohhh, I get it. As opposed to your tiny one?" Sadayo asked gleefully, having picked up on just what had turned Akira on.
Akira nodded. It was a mildly humiliating admission, but the second one wasn't a real issue. Telling Sadayo about the fourth spontaneous ejaculation would be the dangerous one. After all, all the suppositions Akira had made about the permanence of his reduced stature in Sadayo's was were just that; suppositions. But saying it out loud would do a lot to ensure that they became truth, if they weren't already.
"Noted. I already know why you spurted the third time. That's why you're over my lap right now. What about the fourth one?" Sadayo asked inquisitively.
The time had come. Akira thought briefly about lying, but he wanted to be as honest as possible with his girlfriend. And even if he wasn't animated by that desire, the fear Sadayo had put into him about lying at this particular point would have been enough to ensure that Akira spoke only the truth.
"I...I realized that I was never going to fuck you again. That cumming in your panties would be the closest I would get. That that's what sex would be for me from now on." Akira confessed in a rush, his hardened cock on the edge of spurting once more.
Sadayo said nothing immediately. The silence stretched on for seconds at a time, until Akira could take it no longer and craned his neck to look at what expression might be on Sadayo's face.
The expression on Sadayo's face turned out to be one of glee, combined with deep, deep amusement. Akira swallowed heavily as he realized his earlier worry had been 100% correct. By confessing this deepest, most embarrassing secret, Akira had ensured that it would come to pass.
"That is...both the funniest and most pathetic thing I've ever heard." Sadayo said simply, her talent for frankness making itself known again.
Akira's cheeks blazed at Sadayo's words. He could offer no argument. Sadayo finally cracked and began laughing then. The same kind of laughter she had let out back at the laundry room. Akira gasped as he understood that this had to be a similar turning point. With a similar result. Akira had thought that Sadayo seeing him as her personal cuck would be his lowest point. But would it be? What if he had just persuaded Sadayo to see him as something even lower than that? What would Akira even be to her?
That simple thought was enough for Akira to spurt into his panties for the fifth time tonight. He gasped in shameful pleasure as he emptied his balls into Sadayo's borrowed panties, the lace confines of which trapped every drop of cum he let out. Sadayo stopped laughing then. She had obviously felt the sudden heat against her leg.
"Did...did you really just cum? Do you really have no self-control at all?" Sadayo asked in a stunned tone.
Akira couldn't answer. He could only squirm as his orgasm traveled through his body in a powerful, hot wave. The guilty pleasure of lowering himself, once again, in his girlfriend's eyes was strong stuff indeed.
"Or...was it just that you're in love with my panties?" Sadayo asked wickedly.
"N-No! I'm not!" Akira protested wildly, feeling his cock stirring again absurdly quickly.
"You just said it a moment ago. I make love to Takeda. That's sex to me. But sex to you is making love to my panties. Admit it." Sadayo ordered, clear sadism in her voice.
Akira couldn't admit that. Could he? It was true. But if he said it, Akira knew he would be consigning himself to endless denial on his girlfriend's part. Endless teasing. Endless humiliation. It would convince Sadayo to make him "pussy free" forever. But be that as it may, Akira couldn't lie to her.
"Okay. It's true." Akira whispered shamefully.
"That wasn't so hard now, was it? I suppose you didn't have much of an argument. You've spurted five times into your little lovers tonight, haven't you?" Sadayo asked, beginning to tease him right off the bat.
Akira could indeed offer no argument. Even though he had cum scarcely two minutes ago, his cock was stirring once more. Sadayo's teasing was going to push him over the edge soon, and it seemed that was exactly his girlfriend's intention.
"So, which pair of panties is your favorite? The black ones I was wearing? The silver ones with the little bows? Or the demure white ones you're wearing now?" Sadayo asked with interest in her voice as well as no small amount of scorn.
Truthfully, Akira did not favor any of the panties over the others. But Sadayo expected a more entertaining answer than that. And besides, Akira did actually have a reason for liking the black ones Sadayo had on. The wet spot that had been on them made him feel rather connected to her.
"The...the black ones you were wearing." Akira replied after a moment, his cheeks reddening again.
"Oh really? Well, it was the first time you met. I bet she had that mysterious air to her. You just had to have her." Sadayo teased again, sounding gleeful.
The fact that Sadayo had just anthropomorphized them was an ominous sign to Akira. She was going to make him talk about her panties as if they were actual women, wasn't she? Akira's cock was into it, at least. His girlfriend's mocking words had put him on the edge of spurting again.
"Oh, but you just cheated on her with my white ones. I hope she's the forgiving sort. Unless you've agreed to have an open relationship?" Sadayo queried, getting more and more into it.
"We...we have an open relationship." Akira replied meekly, squirming with sheer humiliation.
"Good! Make sure you spend time with all of them equally, then. You may not ever get the chance to satisfy a real woman again, but I'm sure you'll do a good job with those three girls." Sadayo said, giggling.
"Yes, Ojou-sama." Akira replied, breathing shakily.
"Let me tell you something. You might actually get the chance to fuck me again. I'm not entirely against it. But you have to prove that's what you want." Sadayo whispered, her suddenly sadistic tone in marked contrast to her offer.
"How...how do I do that?" Akira asked, intrigued.
"By not cumming in the next few minutes. Because you see, if you do cum...I'll have to assume that you've already accepted that your idea of a sex life is being restricted to making love to my panties. I'll make you come up with names for them. Backstories, little idiosyncrasies. I might even have you write love letters to them. After all, it's normal for a purely physical relationship to progress beyond that, right?" Sadayo whispered intently.
Akira's head spun as he took in his girlfriend's threat. Beyond the merciless edge to Sadayo's teasing, there was the possibility that his girlfriend was talking about what was going on with her and her bull. The passion between the two was undeniable, after all. Would Sadayo and Takeda perhaps end up falling in love with each other?
Had they already?
That thought sent Akira over the edge. Akira gasped as he spurted into his panties for the 6th time tonight. A hot, sickly-sweet wave of shame coursed through him along with the heady pleasure of an orgasm. There wasn't much for Akira to let out, having cum only a few minutes ago. But what did come out was enough to heat up the front of his panties against her leg, informing Sadayo of what had happened.
Once again, Sadayo laughed long and hard. It was a laugh that came at Akira's expense in the truest sense of the word. His girlfriend's unrestrained hilarity signified that he had managed to lower himself a few more pegs in her eyes, even when that hadn't seemed possible. Akira had just made sure that his worst fear (and deepest desire, perhaps?) had just been realized. Sadayo had been teasing him, but his girlfriend made a point to never make empty threats. Akira knew his girlfriend well enough to know that Sadayo would do exactly what she had just said.
"I guess that settles it. On that adorable note, let's finish up your spanking." Sadayo said with a slight shake of her head, as if she was having difficulty believing Akira could truly be as pathetic as he seemed.
Akira swallowed heavily. Something about the utter humiliation Sadayo and his traitorous cock had teamed up to deliver for him had pushed the fact that he was in the midst of a spanking completely out of his mind. Now that he had been reminded, however, Akira was suddenly aware of just how tender his butt already was.
"You've been honest with me, so I'll be honest with you. I've been spanked plenty of times while I was working as a maid and I never enjoyed it. Not once. I've always wanted to pay those clients back, but I never got the chance. So you'll be stepping in for them." Sadayo exclaimed, vengeful eagerness in her voice.
"If it makes it hotter for you, just think about all those men getting to spank me and fuck me, and then getting away with it. While you, cutie, have to pay the full price on their behalf. Despite the fact that you've never spanked me, and you'll never get to fuck me again." Sadayo pronounced sadistically.
Akira gulped at his girlfriend's words. The seeming unfairness of the situation was galling, but perhaps that was one of the chief benefits to having a cuck: Akira could be the willing receptacle for these kinds of hard feelings on the part of his girlfriend. Akira was a pathetic cuckold: he both enjoyed and deserved (in a very general sense) any humiliation that came his way. So why shouldn't Sadayo vent her spleen on him until she was satisfied?
"While I'm spanking you, I want you to come up with a pretty name for the demure white panties you're wearing now. Think carefully and pick a name that you like. You'll be using it a lot." Sadayo said wickedly, raising her hand.
A name? Akira had scarcely a second to think before Sadayo's hand began lacing into his already well-spanked ass. Akira gasped in pain and immediately began squirming. His girlfriend had been absolutely holding back before, and she was absolutely not now. What kind of spankings had her clients been giving her?
Sadayo had increased the power of her searing smacks as much as she was able to, it seemed. The only way to spank Akira harder was to pick up her pace, and that was exactly what Sadayo did. His girlfriend's hand came down faster and faster on Akira's poor ass. He was squirming desperately, not that Sadayo cared now.
A quick glance up at the vengeful look on Sadayo's face was all Akira needed to fully understand just how much anger women could store up over time. Sadayo had needed a release valve, and despite how incredibly painful this was, Akira was glad his girlfriend was getting the chance to excise some of her raw feelings.
Akira couldn't keep a hold of himself for long amidst such a punishing spanking, however. Tears welled up in his eyes, and as soon as the first tear fell, the rest came in a torrent. Akira started crying uncontrollably after that, aware that he had managed to find one more way to look pathetic tonight.
Sadayo ended the spanking soon after. His girlfriend began making soothing noises and dabbing at Akira's eyes with something soft. They were tissues, as it turned out. Sadayo retrieved a few more from a box that was within easy reach on the end table next to the sofa.
While Akira tried to get a hold of himself again, he wondered whether that box of tissues just happened to be there. Akira had cleaned this room hours earlier, and to his recollection, there had been no tissue box there. That meant that Sadayo had brought it with her. Which meant that his girlfriend assumed that Akira wouldn't be able to take a spanking without crying. Akira's cock stirred, just a little bit, as realized he had once again managed to fulfill the very low expectations Sadayo had of him.
Had Sadayo ever cried during the spankings she had received from boorish clients in the past? Akira betted that she hadn't, not even once. And yet he hadn't been able to stop himself from crying as soon as Sadayo had stopped holding back. It had to be an ego boost to his girlfriend, as well as confirmation that Akira possessed little to no self-control anymore.
"So...what name did you come up with?" Sadayo asked nonchalantly, as if she hadn't just reduced her boyfriend to a quivering, crying mess minutes ago.
Akira didn't have the slightest idea what she meant. His mind was slow to get back in gear, recovering from his punishment as he was. Then he remembered. Sadayo wanted him to name the lacey pair of panties he had borrowed from her. The panties that, right now, contained two of his (admittedly small) loads. Akira took only a second before coming up with the first name that came to mind.
"Um...Rin." Akira replied softly, his cock twitching again.
"Cute name. How many times have you spurted into Rin tonight? Think hard. I happen to know the answer, I just want to know if you do. " Sadayo instructed wickedly.
Akira's cheeks blazed scarlet again as he thought back. He had cum the first two times in the pair of silver-colored panties Akira had started the night with. Then he had changed into Rin...er, the demure white pair afterward, only to spontaneously ejaculate when Sadayo threatened to spank him back in the laundry room. Akira had been wearing Sadayo's new black panties during his fourth impromptu orgasm, and he was wearing the white ones again now.
"Three times, Ojou-sama." Akira answered after a moment, gulping.
"Sounds like you have a new favorite then. I'm sure little Rin likes it, though. She looks like a bit of a slut to me." Sadayo said mockingly, releasing Akira from her lap.
Akira got to his feet rapidly. His girlfriend's relentless teasing would undoubtedly ensure that he would begin thinking of Sadayo's panties in anthropomorphic terms in the future, but at least that wasn't the case yet. Akira pulled the back of his white lace panties up, allowing his skirt to fall back into place. The tight fit of his panties was painful against Akira's red hot ass cheeks, but that was unavoidable. If Sadayo gave him an order, and she doubtlessly would soon, he needed to be able to curtsy in response. He could hardly do that with his panties still around his thighs.
Akira happened to glance down at his girlfriend as he was fixing his panties. During the frenzied speed with which she had spanked Akira earlier, Sadayo's borrowed dress shirt had ridden up. Her pussy was laid bare, and Sadayo was quite wet. Whether it was from the joy of spanking Akira or humiliating him, Sadayo had clearly enjoyed herself.
"I'm sure you like what you see, but that's not for you anymore, is it?" Sadayo asked softly, smiling as soon as she realized where Akira was looking.
"No, Ojou-sama." Akira answered quickly, knowing it to be the truth.
"Hmm. Who is it for then?" Sadayo asked languidly, cocking her head.
"Um, Takeda." Akira replied, hesitating just for a moment.
Sadayo narrowed her eyes at him, causing Akira's nervousness to spike. One single spanking, and the permanent power exchange that it had represented, had transformed their relationship. Sadayo wasn't going to tolerate anything less than exemplary behavior on Akira's part, it seemed.
"That's Master to you. If I hear you call Hideji anything else, you'll be going over my knee immediately, understood?" Sadayo asked sharply, fixing her gaze on Akira.
"Y-Yes, Ojou-sama." Akira replied instantly, rather intimidated.
Sadayo's gaze softened, and Akira could see that there was plenty of fondness for him in her eyes. More than had existed before they had started this whole cuckolding thing. But he could also see that Sadayo well and truly possessed so little respect for Akira now as to constitute none at all. Akira could see it in the way Sadayo's lip curled just a bit as she regarded him. In the touch of skepticism in her eyes, as she thought that Akira could, at any moment, reveal some even more amusingly pathetic aspect of himself that she had previously been ******* of.
"Good. Now, whatever shall I do? I'm in the mood to be fucked, but all I have in front of me is a cute little cuckold who might cum in his panties at any moment." Sadayo wondered aloud, looking at Akira with amusement.
"S-Shall I find Master and ask him to come to the living room?" Akira asked hurriedly, a submissive thrill running through him.
"That sounds like a good idea. But I think you've had plenty of excitement for one night, so after you ask him, make sure you give Hideji and me some privacy." Sadayo ordered sadistically, her eyes gleaming.
"I won't be watching?" Akira asked, disappointment clear in his voice.
"Not this time. I think the rest of the house could use more dusting. You're free to listen as much as you want, but I better not see you peeking around the corner. Now go. Chop-chop." Sadayo commanded coolly, clapping her hands for emphasis.
Akira, pausing only to give Sadayo a deep curtsy, scurried out of the room as fast as his heels would allow. Sadayo's amused laughter followed him, but Akira was too intent on accomplishing the order he was given (and avoiding another spanking, naturally) to have done anything else. Perhaps Sadayo hadn't quite been aware of just how much of an obedient mindset had been instilled into her boyfriend by one solitary spanking, but she knew it now.
So Akira's fear (and if the hardened state of his cock was anything to go by, his hope) had indeed come to pass. Akira's sex life was now permanently restricted to involving Sadayo's borrowed panties, which mean that Master Takeda would now be solely responsible for satisfying his girlfriend. How much closer would she and Master get now that Akira had been reduced to such a pathetically limited state?
"Try not to spurt into Rin on the way there. I'm sure she's tired after all the love you've given her tonight." Sadayo called out cruelly as Akira left the room.
Akira's cock throbbed, and he very nearly did just what his girlfriend had mockingly told him not to do. God, if this night was anything to go by, Sadayo was going to be absolutely merciless in how she teased him going forward. Be that as it may, Akira tried to do as Sadayo told him. As he headed to Master Takeda's bedroom, Akira did what he could to avoid cumming by thinking up names. Sadayo expected Akira to come up with cute names for her other panties, after all.
So it was that Akira spent the next half hour dusting around the house, making sure to take detours to avoid the living room. There were no doors there. That meant Akira could hear everything coming from the room. A quiet conversation, interspersed with regular laughter from either his girlfriend or Master Takeda, frequently reached Akira's ears.
Akira didn't want to eavesdrop, even if he strongly suspected that most, if not all, of the laughter he was hearing was at his expense. But it wasn't like dusting required that much focus on his part. Perhaps that was why Sadayo had assigned him the task: so that Akira could simultaneously clean while keeping his attention on his girlfriend and her bull.
Gradually, the conversation died down. Not completely, but lengthy periods of near-silence naturally made Akira drift closer to the living room. It didn't take Akira long to realize that the absence of conversation was the result of the participant's lips being busy. Sadayo and Master Takeda were kissing each other.
They weren't short kisses, either. Akira counted the beats until some kind of conversation reached his ears again and concluded that Sadayo was engaging in lengthy make-out sessions with her bull. Akira couldn't see them together, but if their earlier displays were anything to go by, the passion between the two must have been intense.
As soon as Sadayo began letting out contented cries, Akira dropped all pretense (as well as his feather duster) and hurried to the hallway next to the living room. What were they doing? What position were they in? Akira couldn't tell. All he knew was that Sadayo was enjoying herself greatly.
Akira stood stock still, gripping the end of his skirt tightly. The temptation to peek around the corner was very nearly overwhelming. Akira desperately wanted to see what Sadayo was doing. Moving his head a few inches to the right would be all that it would take...
But Akira knew his girlfriend well by now. However seemingly distracted she was at the moment, Sadayo would be watching the entrance to the room like a hawk. If she so much as caught a glimpse of Akira, then Sadayo would make good on her threat to spank him for disobeying her.
...Was that what his girlfriend wanted, though? Sadayo had been disappointed earlier tonight not to find Akira listening outside the door to the bedroom. Maybe his girlfriend was hoping Akira would yield to the temptation to take a peek, despite the risk. Maybe she would be flattered if he did.
Aware that he was probably rationalizing things, Akira took a deep breath and peeked around the corner. There on the sofa was his beautiful girlfriend, as well as his boss. Sadayo was riding Master Takeda's cock in a reverse cowgirl position. Her buttoned-up shirt was lying on the ground and she didn't have a stitch of clothing on anymore.
Akira's gaze was drawn immediately to Sadayo's tits. The way they bounced up and down, free and unencumbered, was enthralling. Akira was only able to look away from the sight when Takeda reached up and grabbed twin handfuls of them, squeezing lightly. Akira then looked down at Sadayo's pussy. His girlfriend's pussy was once again being claimed by Takeda's impressive cock. For the third time tonight, the man was enjoying every inch of Sadayo's pussy. Inches that Akira had never managed to feel for himself, and now knew for an absolute certainty that he never would.
Akira kept his gaze trained on his girlfriend's pussy for as long as he could. As long as he didn't look up at Sadayo's face, Akira didn't need to be confronted with the fact that he would soon face another spanking. But it wasn't long before Akira accepted the inevitable and glanced upward into Sadayo's eyes.
His girlfriend was regarding him with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation. Sadayo's eyes gleamed as she gazed at Akira and a wide smile had formed on her lips. Akira had indeed been correct: Sadayo was brimming with satisfaction at the knowledge that Akira could not help but watch her even after being warned away. The anticipatory part of Sadayo's gaze was obviously due to the prospect of having her boyfriend over her lap again in the near future.
This reminder of an upcoming spanking made Akira aware of just how tender his butt still was. Akira had forgotten all about it while he was dusting, focused on listening for clues to Sadayo's activities as he was. Lacking anything to distract him, that sensation now returned with a vengeance. Maybe Sadayo would hold off until tomorrow? Akira could hope, at least.
But as they continued to share each other's gaze, Akira's hope faded. He could tell that Sadayo was indeed looking forward to disciplining her boyfriend once again. Spanking Akira was an outlet for harsh, built-up feelings that Sadayo hadn't been consciously aware of, but now that she was, Sadayo was going to take each and every opportunity to relieve those feelings.
Akira's cock gave an extra twitch in his panties at the thought. Was he actually developing a taste for being spanked? It was certainly possible. Or maybe he just wanted the chance to be of service to his beautiful, newly dominant girlfriend.
Maybe Akira's uncertainty was written too clearly on his face because Sadayo's gaze suddenly softened. Even as she continued to ride Master Takeda's cock, she took the time to blow Akira a kiss from across the room. Akira grinned at Sadayo, who quickly grinned back at him.
However much their relationship had changed tonight, Sadayo still loved Akira and still appreciated him. In fact, both of those feelings had probably been made stronger. That was fantastic, even if it had come at the sizable cost of Sadayo's respect for him.
Akira gave Sadayo a very slight nod, trying to communicate that she should focus on herself for the moment. After a second or two, Sadayo gave a nod of her own and closed her eyes. Akira settled down on his knees, still peering around the corner, to watch as Sadayo and Master Takeda began fucking in earnest, each doing their best to give each other as much pleasure as their perfectly matched bodies could provide.
Some people might not understand, but Akira was quite happy with how the night had gone. That would obviously change as soon as Sadayo had him over her lap again, however. Maybe she wouldn't be as inclined to spank Akira as harshly if he had refreshments ready? It was something to think about, even if Akira doubted he could tear himself away from the sight of his beautiful girlfriend well on the way to another powerful, satisfying climax, courtesy of her bull.
Akira knew he was taking a real risk. His girlfriend's teasing threat loomed large in his mind, even if it was overcome by the need to see her get fucked by Takeda once more. A single, solitary spanking wasn't enough to intimidate Akira, of course, no matter how hard Sadayo might do it. But he was a little concerned for the precedent it would set. Spankings might become a regular feature of their activities from then on, which meant Akira could very well be signing himself up for dozens of them in the future. If he got caught, that is.
How much further would Akira sink in Sadayo's eyes if she was spanking him regularly? Sadayo was already cuckolding him, and she had just learned that Akira's sexual endurance had regressed to an embarrassing degree. Throw in disciplining him like a wayward child, and Akira would never be able to go back to the way things used to be with his girlfriend, even if he wanted to try. It sounded like something to avoid, but Akira's cock didn't agree. He was incredibly hard and on the verge of cumming once more.
Akira hurried over to the door to Takeda's bedroom. The loud noise his heels had made on the floor had already announced his arrival (and desperate mindset, probably) to the two inside. Akira paused only to smooth his skirt before he knocked on the door. No answer.
But Akira could hear sounds from within. A rhythmic squeaking sound, followed by the muted but very distinctive sounds Sadayo liked to make when she was being fucked, and fucked well. Akira gasped, realizing that Sadayo hadn't been teasing him after all. Or she had been, but not with empty words. His girlfriend hadn't bothered to wait for his presence to begin another lovemaking session with Takeda.
Akira knocked again, just as politely as before. As desperate as he was to see his girlfriend, this was Takeda's bedroom. He was the maid, and maids did not enter the rooms of their employers without permission. Once again, there was no clear answer. Akira did hear a muffled laugh, and what sounded like a short conversation on the other side of the door.
"Did you...AH!...did you finish your chores?" Sadayo called out through the door, a pleasurable sigh interrupting her query.
"Yes, Ojou-sama." Akira called out in reply, squirming in place.
"You...AH!...you found all five...AH! spots?" Sadayo asked again loudly, Takeda evidently having picked up the pace.
Akira hesitated for a moment. If he said yes, he would be lying to his girlfriend. If he admitted the truth that he had not, Akira was certain that Sadayo would tell him to turn around and keep looking until he found it. The impulse to lie to get what he wanted was strong, but Akira managed to overcome it. It was quite hard, though. Being deprived of what would be no doubt a spectacular sight on the other side of the door was a high price to pay.
"No, Ojou-sama. I only found four." Akira called out, a touch regretfully.
Instead of the instant dismissal Akira expected, he heard a quick, whispered conversation. The sound was too faint for him to make out any words, which filled Akira with a touch of anxiety. His fate was being determined on the other side of the door, without any hint of what it might be and certainly without any input from Akira himself.
"Come in." came the deep voice of Takeda.
Akira was elated to hear that. It made sense that Takeda would be the one to grant him entry, as it was his bedroom. Akira paused only to smooth out his skirt (distantly aware that it was fast becoming a nervous tic) before he slid the door open.
Akira was instantly greeted with the lovely, and monumentally exciting sight of his girlfriend Sadayo riding Takeda cowgirl-style. Her lingerie was still hanging up in the laundry room, which meant Sadayo didn't have a stitch of clothing on. Her beautiful breasts bounced freely with every movement of her hips, causing Akira to stare worshipfully at them. He couldn't have taken his eyes off their splendid movement if he wanted to.
"I liked...AH! your honesty, Akira. You can...AH!...stay and AH!...watch, but...AH!...you'll get punished...AH!...afterward." Sadayo offered, gamely trying to talk to Akira even as Takeda bounced her up and down on his cock on the bed.
Akira was so turned on at the moment that he would have agreed to a thousand spankings (and then regretted it deeply afterward) just so he could keep watching. Akira nodded eagerly in lieu of answering, which was enough for his girlfriend. Sadayo grinned at him, then pointed at a random corner of Takeda's bedroom.
"The corner. Now." Sadayo ordered in a pleased tone, returning her attention to Takeda.
Sadayo's tone of voice was not harsh in the slightest, but the sound of a clear order from his girlfriend echoed in Akira's head like the crack of a whip. The maid outfit he had been wearing for hours now was clearly doing a number on his psyche. Akira wasted not a second before hurrying to the shadowy corner Sadayo had pointed toward. Just like before, as soon as Akira went into the corner of the room, he might as well have dropped off the face of the earth to the two people making love on the bed.
"Making love" was indeed the right term for it. Akira had been correct back when he had postulated that the two of them would look much more sensual together if they hadn't been in the doggy-style position, tremendously hot a choice as it was. Because with the way Sadayo rolled her hips in perfect sync with Takeda's thrusts, any onlooker would have to conclude that they were made for each other.
Those perfectly synced movements meant that Takeda was able to fuck Sadayo as deeply as possible, just barely kissing her cervix (Akira imagined, as he had certainly never done so himself) with each thrust. The cowgirl position ensured maximum penetration, which meant Sadayo got to enjoy every centimeter of Takeda's cock, and vice versa.
Once again, Akira was confronted with the reality that his own cock would never again be enough to pleasure Sadayo to an adequate degree. The anxiety from before was gone, however, as Akira knew it had already happened. Takeda had ensured that Sadayo's pussy was acclimated to his impressive size and there was absolutely no going back.
Besides which, Akira was also aware that he was unlikely to ever fuck Sadayo again. How could he, when Sadayo had realized the extent of his utter lack of stamina? No, Akira was only going to be cumming in Sadayo's borrowed panties from now on, not her pussy.
That led to an entirely new realization for Akira. Was that "sex" for him now? While Sadayo and Takeda made love together, was Akira now reduced to regarding his girlfriend's borrowed panties as his only sexual outlet? Whether he wanted that to be true or not, Akira thought it was very likely the case. After all, Sadayo now knew that she didn't even need to touch her boyfriend to make him cum. She simply had to humiliate and dominate him, and the tight lacy confines of the panties Sadayo had coaxed him to wear would do the rest.
This realization shook Akira to the core. He was "pussy free" now, and there was no going back. As chance would have it, Akira had replaced the soiled panties he had been wearing with the very pair Sadayo had been wearing during her date with Takeda. Remembering the huge wet spot that had been on them was exciting, to say the least. Contact with the fabric that had been resting against his girlfriend's wet pussy might be the closest Akira's cock was ever going to get from now on.
Akira just barely kept himself from cumming from this realization, then wondered why he was fighting it. Watching Sadayo be fucked while wearing her panties was his idea of lovemaking now, right? It was incredibly pathetic compared to the sensual, splendid sight of virtuoso lovemaking that Sadayo and Takeda were demonstrating right then and there. It was also the truth.
Akira dropped to his knees as a powerful orgasm rippled through him. Akira couldn't, or wouldn't, fight it anymore. He simply felt gratitude toward his girlfriend, appreciating that Sadayo's lace panties were able to provide him with such hot, guilty pleasure. And since they had been given to him by his girlfriend herself, that meant Sadayo was providing Akira that very same pleasure in a way. The only way she was likely to give him from here on out.
Back on the bed, Sadayo and Takeda were bringing themselves closer to orgasm. Not the one-sided, rather shameful pleasure that Akira had accepted as his lot as a cuckold maid, but rather, a symphony of sensations that ricocheted and built upon one another. Akira watched, still spurting little amounts into Sadayo's panties, as his girlfriend began riding Takeda in earnest. Her cries were becoming steadily huskier, and Akira knew exactly what that meant.
Takeda did as well. He grabbed Sadayo's hands so that they were interlocking with their fingers. The man then began pumping forcefully upward with his hips, causing Sadayo to really bounce up and down on his cock each time, stealing whatever control she had previously had.
Sadayo was too lost in her approaching climax to do anything about it. Akira watched, enthralled, as Takeda quickly brought Sadayo to the ultimate pinnacle of pleasure that only he could provide for her. Sadayo threw back her head as her orgasm took hold, making senseless noises that were nevertheless able to perfectly communicate her mindset.
Akira glanced downward and saw what he expected: each one of Sadayo's toes was curled inward. His girlfriend's hips shook unconsciously in rhythmic time, each shake illustrating a bolt of electrifying pleasure traveling through her body.
Unlike last time, Takeda was in no mood to wait until the end of Sadayo's scorching climax to cum himself. He let go of Sadayo's hands and grabbed her hips roughly, forcing her spasming pussy as far down on his cock as it could go. Takeda then erupted into Sadayo's pussy with a series of grunts.
The man's full load was just as impressive as his cock. From Akira's position in the room, he could see Takeda's heavy balls clench again and again an almost unbelievable amount of times. Each clench represented another load of cum he was depositing in Sadayo's bare pussy. And each load would have easily impregnated his girlfriend, except for the tiny little pill Sadayo had taken hours beforehand.
It really was an incredible sight. Akira could tell that his own recent orgasm, as powerful as it was, produced barely a fraction of the amount of semen Takeda's balls were capable of generating. The man's status as a dominant bull was unquestioned, just as Akira's status as a dominated beta-cuckold was similarly cemented.
Sadayo fell onto Takeda's chest, seemingly exhausted. Experiencing such exquisitely powerful orgasms, courtesy of her bull, took a lot of his girlfriend. Akira watched as they kissed gently, already immersed in their post-coital bliss.
In the past, this was where Akira would feel a hint of jealousy. Jealousy that he would never act upon, but the feeling had still been there. No longer. There was nothing to feel jealous about. Akira knew his proper position now. He wasn't going to fuck Sadayo in any way, shape, or form. Her panties were the only thing of Sadayo's that his cock would have any contact with. Any wishes he might have to the contrary were a waste of time, and so Akira did not bother with that. He simply had to do his best in the role he was suited for.
Akira stood up slowly, intent on silently exiting the room as he had done before. There was no laundry for him to do, with the exception of the soiled panties that he needed to wash for the second time that night. But before he could do so, Sadayo opened her eyes and looked over at him. Sadayo seemed to take a moment to gather her strength before pushing herself up from Takeda's chest.
"Trying to get out of your punishment?" Sadayo asked Akira wickedly.
Right. His punishment. The one Akira had agreed to take in order to be able to watch Sadayo be fucked by her bull. In the midst of his rather earthshaking revelations about himself, Akira had completely forgotten. He smoothed his skirt (Akira's anxiety was spiking, after all) and gave his girlfriend a perfect curtsy.
"I wouldn't dream of it, Ojou-sama." Akira murmured submissively in response.
"This time, maybe. Once you experience one of my spankings, you'll be eager to get out of it next time." Sadayo replied, her voice brimming with a large amount of confidence for someone who had apparently never given one before.
Of course, there would be a next time. Akira had known the likely result of incorporating spanking into their relationship. He groaned inwardly, even if his cock disagreed. It was suddenly as hard as a rock.
"Go wash your panties and change into a new pair, since I'm sure you spurted into those. Then meet me in the living room when you're done." Sadayo ordered lightly, sounding supremely convinced that Akira would do exactly as she said.
"Yes, Ojou-sama." Akira replied hastily, his lack of any argument telling Sadayo that her expectation was right on the mark.
Pausing only to offer Sadayo another respectful curtsy, Akira hurried from the room. Genuinely amused laughter from his girlfriend and her bull followed him out the door, causing Akira's cheeks to redden.
It wasn't a game anymore. This wasn't something that Akira could just turn off if he wished. He had been permanently reduced in stature in his girlfriend's esteem. Not that any love between them had been lost, far from it. In a way, the two of them being willing to adopt and hold to this new dynamic between them was its own expression of love, as both of them were aware of how exciting and ultimately fulfilling it was for the other.
As Akira slowly walked to the laundry room, his high heels clacking all the way, he knew he couldn't argue with the simply truth: Sadayo no longer respected him in the same way she had. Sadayo loved him, certainly, and would do anything for Akira. Just as Akira would do anything for her.
But in Sadayo's eyes, Akira was her cuck now, and a cuck he would remain no matter what. A subservient, obedient, crossdressing cuckold utterly lacking in sexual stamina that she could, no, *needed* to tease, dominate, and generally order around for the mutual fulfillment of them both. Akira had no doubt that Sadayo did this out of love for Akira, but it was in recognition of his need for it. There was a certain pathetic and laughable aspect to this need, one that Akira couldn't hide and that Sadayo clearly perceived now.
There was a sort of freedom in that, however. So Akira spurted into his girlfriend's borrowed panties with nary a touch to his own cock now. So he obeyed Sadayo's orders utterly without question. So he would almost certainly be reduced to a sobbing and undignified mess by the spanking his girlfriend planned to give him, if Sadayo's cockiness was to be believed. So what? Akira was her cuck, and cucks were pathetic that way.
It wasn't the most heartening realization, perhaps, but it nevertheless comforted Akira. With a renewed sense of purpose, Akira walked more quickly to the laundry room. Sadayo had given him an order, and Akira had better obey it.
Akira crept to the living room, peering around the corner to see if Sadayo was actually there. She was indeed. His girlfriend was sitting on the sofa, wearing another one of Takeda's buttoned shirts. In the time Akira had taken to change, Sadayo had freshened herself up. She wasn't wearing nearly as much makeup as she had earlier, but what was there was cleanly and immaculately applied. Sadayo's increasingly frizzed-out shoulder-length dark hair had been brushed back into relative smoothness.
Sadayo had a bit of an impatient expression on her face. Perhaps Akira had kept her waiting for a touch too long. Akira's high heels ensured that his arrival to the living room could not come as a surprise, but the trepidation he was filled with was making itself felt as he continued peering around the corner.
"Delaying it isn't going to make this any easier. It's kind of the opposite, actually." Sadayo said in her usual frank tone, raising her eyebrows at Akira's reticence.
Akira couldn't argue with that. He wasn't exactly thrilled to submit to a spanking, but stalling was only going to annoy Sadayo more. His girlfriend clearly wanted to do this, and as her cuck, who was Akira to try to deny her? With that thought in mind, Akira stepped over to the sofa, giving Sadayo a curtsy, an act that was well on its way to becoming an ingrained habit in him.
Sadayo patted her lap and leaned back on the sofa. Her borrowed shirt rose an inch or two as she did, giving Akira a limited peek at her bare pussy. Akira didn't look too long, however. This was a particularly bad time to do anything that his girlfriend might not appreciate.
Akira sank to his knees on the sofa beside Sadayo and then laid himself flat across her lap. Truth be told, Akira had never been spanked before in his life. This was an entirely novel experience for him, something that would not be helpful to Akira's efforts (if he even tried), not to be reduced to a sobbing state by the end.
As soon as he was over her lap, Sadayo flipped up the back of Akira's skirt and giggled as his white lace panties came into view. Or her white lace panties, rather. They belonged to Sadayo, even if Akira had a rather closer relationship with them by now.
"You look every bit as cute as I do in these, you know. I don't want to see you in anything else." Sadayo declared in a firm, though still casual tone.
"Even if I'm not on the clock?" Akira asked weakly.
"Correct. That's not a problem, right?" Sadayo asked wickedly, knowing just how difficult it would be for Akira to disagree, considering the situation.
"Not at all, Ojou-sama." Akira replied quickly, his cock hardening once more.
Sadayo giggled once more, no doubt feeling Akira's diminutive erection against her lap. His girlfriend pulled down the back of his panties with a swift motion, leaving them to bunch around Akira's upper thighs. Just the back. The front stayed where it was, keeping Akira's cock trapped in its usual confines of lace.
"I'm sure you'll spurt once or twice before this is over. I'd rather not get Hideji's couch dirty, so you're keeping those on." Sadayo declared with a laugh this time, not a giggle.
Akira's cheeks burned in shame at his girlfriend's sweetly scornful words. The knowledge that her boyfriend couldn't help but cum in his borrowed panties without any stimulation at all had done the most to lower Sadayo's impression of him. That long series of deeply amused laughs she had let out back in the laundry room had to have been the turning point. Whereas before Akira was simply her submissive boyfriend that had unusual tastes, after that, Akira was her cuck, richly deserving of regular doses of loving humiliation without end.
"Here's how this is going to go. I'll spank you for a while, then I'll take a break and ask you a few questions. I expect your complete honesty and I expect you to answer immediately. Failing to do that will make the next set of smacks much harder. Understood?" Sadayo asked archly.
"Yes, Ojou-sama." Akira replied in a subdued, utterly submissive tone of voice, seeing Sadayo raising her hand out of the corner of his vision.
And so Akira's spanking began. Relatively lightly, at first. Akira couldn't help but squirm after the first few smacks, but Sadayo spanked him that much harder for it afterward. It was only when Akira meekly stilled himself and made no move to escape his punishment did Sadayo relent, though only slightly. Several minutes went by, with the increasingly loud sound of Sadayo's hand sharply contacting Akira's warmed-up ass again and again filling the living room.
It was tough, but Akira could handle it so far. It worried him that Sadayo was gradually spanking him harder as time went on, however. How long would the spanking last? Akira had no idea, but he did know that he had no choice but to accept it, for as long as it lasted. His cock at least was still hard as a rock, though Akira thought he was rather far from cumming at the moment.
"Alright, let's take a break." Sadayo said finally, shaking her hand a bit.
Akira sighed in relief, even though he was aware that his girlfriend's questions were upcoming. Depending on just what Sadayo asked, they might be more difficult than the spanking itself.
"First off, are you still enjoying yourself?" Sadayo asked critically.
"Yes, Ojou-sama. Very much so." Akira hastened to reply, conscious of his girlfriend's order to answer as quickly and honestly as possible.
"Okay. So you don't mind the way the night has gone? It's a lot different than what we both thought it would be." Sadayo asked again, sounding very much interested in the answer.
"I love the way it's gone. Truly." Akira answered again rapidly.
"You do, huh? You love seeing Hideji fuck me, with your only reward being able to watch it happen?" Sadayo asked with a hint of sadism in her voice.
"Of course, Ojou-sama. It's the most exciting thing I've ever seen." Akira replied at once.
"Noted. And what about the way I've been treating you?" Sadayo asked again, genuine curiosity entering her voice once more.
"I love that too. It's almost as exciting." Akira answered, being as honest as possible.
"So if I was to tease you even more, and dial up the humiliation, you'd like that?" Sadayo asked again, the barest hint of sadism returning to her voice.
"I...I would, Ojou-sama." Akira whispered in response.
Akira knew perfectly well that he was signing himself up for endless amounts of humiliation in the near and far future by saying this. But it was the truth of the matter, and he owed Sadayo the truth.
"I'll be sure to remember that. Anyway, I think you've had enough of a break." Sadayo said briskly, raising her hand once more.
Akira's punishment started up once more. This time, Sadayo was not taking it quite as easy on him. Akira tried his best to hold still, but the increasingly painful impact with which his girlfriend's smacks landed on his ass made him squirm despite it all. Which only made Sadayo spank him harder. Which made Akira squirm more, and so on. Akira could easily tell that it was a vicious circle and that he needed to be still once more. But simply didn't have the requisite self-control, and so Akira was unable to stop himself from making it worse by squirming. It was only after Sadayo paused once again that Akira was able to get himself under control.
Thankfully, he had not cried yet. But he was getting close. There was a lot of heat radiating from his well-spanked ass, and Akira really doubted whether he could take too much more without breaking into tears. Sadayo shook her hand again and grimaced, but she appeared to be in no mood to end things.
"Alright. More questions. What exactly made you cum before without even touching yourself?" Sadayo asked curiously.
"Um, which time?" Akira asked with embarrassment in his voice.
"The first two times." Sadayo clarified, a grin appearing on her face as she was reminded of the extent of Akira's embarrassment.
"The first time was when you were about to orgasm. You were so unbelievably sexy that I couldn't do anything else." Akira responded in a rush.
"And the second time?" Sadayo prompted, a pleased smile on her face.
"The second time was only a couple of minutes after the first. It was because I realized that Takeda was changing you, making you become used to the size of his cock." Akira answered without any hesitation.
"Making me become used to the size of his cock? Ohhh, I get it. As opposed to your tiny one?" Sadayo asked gleefully, having picked up on just what had turned Akira on.
Akira nodded. It was a mildly humiliating admission, but the second one wasn't a real issue. Telling Sadayo about the fourth spontaneous ejaculation would be the dangerous one. After all, all the suppositions Akira had made about the permanence of his reduced stature in Sadayo's was were just that; suppositions. But saying it out loud would do a lot to ensure that they became truth, if they weren't already.
"Noted. I already know why you spurted the third time. That's why you're over my lap right now. What about the fourth one?" Sadayo asked inquisitively.
The time had come. Akira thought briefly about lying, but he wanted to be as honest as possible with his girlfriend. And even if he wasn't animated by that desire, the fear Sadayo had put into him about lying at this particular point would have been enough to ensure that Akira spoke only the truth.
"I...I realized that I was never going to fuck you again. That cumming in your panties would be the closest I would get. That that's what sex would be for me from now on." Akira confessed in a rush, his hardened cock on the edge of spurting once more.
Sadayo said nothing immediately. The silence stretched on for seconds at a time, until Akira could take it no longer and craned his neck to look at what expression might be on Sadayo's face.
The expression on Sadayo's face turned out to be one of glee, combined with deep, deep amusement. Akira swallowed heavily as he realized his earlier worry had been 100% correct. By confessing this deepest, most embarrassing secret, Akira had ensured that it would come to pass.
"That is...both the funniest and most pathetic thing I've ever heard." Sadayo said simply, her talent for frankness making itself known again.
Akira's cheeks blazed at Sadayo's words. He could offer no argument. Sadayo finally cracked and began laughing then. The same kind of laughter she had let out back at the laundry room. Akira gasped as he understood that this had to be a similar turning point. With a similar result. Akira had thought that Sadayo seeing him as her personal cuck would be his lowest point. But would it be? What if he had just persuaded Sadayo to see him as something even lower than that? What would Akira even be to her?
That simple thought was enough for Akira to spurt into his panties for the fifth time tonight. He gasped in shameful pleasure as he emptied his balls into Sadayo's borrowed panties, the lace confines of which trapped every drop of cum he let out. Sadayo stopped laughing then. She had obviously felt the sudden heat against her leg.
"Did...did you really just cum? Do you really have no self-control at all?" Sadayo asked in a stunned tone.
Akira couldn't answer. He could only squirm as his orgasm traveled through his body in a powerful, hot wave. The guilty pleasure of lowering himself, once again, in his girlfriend's eyes was strong stuff indeed.
"Or...was it just that you're in love with my panties?" Sadayo asked wickedly.
"N-No! I'm not!" Akira protested wildly, feeling his cock stirring again absurdly quickly.
"You just said it a moment ago. I make love to Takeda. That's sex to me. But sex to you is making love to my panties. Admit it." Sadayo ordered, clear sadism in her voice.
Akira couldn't admit that. Could he? It was true. But if he said it, Akira knew he would be consigning himself to endless denial on his girlfriend's part. Endless teasing. Endless humiliation. It would convince Sadayo to make him "pussy free" forever. But be that as it may, Akira couldn't lie to her.
"Okay. It's true." Akira whispered shamefully.
"That wasn't so hard now, was it? I suppose you didn't have much of an argument. You've spurted five times into your little lovers tonight, haven't you?" Sadayo asked, beginning to tease him right off the bat.
Akira could indeed offer no argument. Even though he had cum scarcely two minutes ago, his cock was stirring once more. Sadayo's teasing was going to push him over the edge soon, and it seemed that was exactly his girlfriend's intention.
"So, which pair of panties is your favorite? The black ones I was wearing? The silver ones with the little bows? Or the demure white ones you're wearing now?" Sadayo asked with interest in her voice as well as no small amount of scorn.
Truthfully, Akira did not favor any of the panties over the others. But Sadayo expected a more entertaining answer than that. And besides, Akira did actually have a reason for liking the black ones Sadayo had on. The wet spot that had been on them made him feel rather connected to her.
"The...the black ones you were wearing." Akira replied after a moment, his cheeks reddening again.
"Oh really? Well, it was the first time you met. I bet she had that mysterious air to her. You just had to have her." Sadayo teased again, sounding gleeful.
The fact that Sadayo had just anthropomorphized them was an ominous sign to Akira. She was going to make him talk about her panties as if they were actual women, wasn't she? Akira's cock was into it, at least. His girlfriend's mocking words had put him on the edge of spurting again.
"Oh, but you just cheated on her with my white ones. I hope she's the forgiving sort. Unless you've agreed to have an open relationship?" Sadayo queried, getting more and more into it.
"We...we have an open relationship." Akira replied meekly, squirming with sheer humiliation.
"Good! Make sure you spend time with all of them equally, then. You may not ever get the chance to satisfy a real woman again, but I'm sure you'll do a good job with those three girls." Sadayo said, giggling.
"Yes, Ojou-sama." Akira replied, breathing shakily.
"Let me tell you something. You might actually get the chance to fuck me again. I'm not entirely against it. But you have to prove that's what you want." Sadayo whispered, her suddenly sadistic tone in marked contrast to her offer.
"How...how do I do that?" Akira asked, intrigued.
"By not cumming in the next few minutes. Because you see, if you do cum...I'll have to assume that you've already accepted that your idea of a sex life is being restricted to making love to my panties. I'll make you come up with names for them. Backstories, little idiosyncrasies. I might even have you write love letters to them. After all, it's normal for a purely physical relationship to progress beyond that, right?" Sadayo whispered intently.
Akira's head spun as he took in his girlfriend's threat. Beyond the merciless edge to Sadayo's teasing, there was the possibility that his girlfriend was talking about what was going on with her and her bull. The passion between the two was undeniable, after all. Would Sadayo and Takeda perhaps end up falling in love with each other?
Had they already?
That thought sent Akira over the edge. Akira gasped as he spurted into his panties for the 6th time tonight. A hot, sickly-sweet wave of shame coursed through him along with the heady pleasure of an orgasm. There wasn't much for Akira to let out, having cum only a few minutes ago. But what did come out was enough to heat up the front of his panties against her leg, informing Sadayo of what had happened.
Once again, Sadayo laughed long and hard. It was a laugh that came at Akira's expense in the truest sense of the word. His girlfriend's unrestrained hilarity signified that he had managed to lower himself a few more pegs in her eyes, even when that hadn't seemed possible. Akira had just made sure that his worst fear (and deepest desire, perhaps?) had just been realized. Sadayo had been teasing him, but his girlfriend made a point to never make empty threats. Akira knew his girlfriend well enough to know that Sadayo would do exactly what she had just said.
"I guess that settles it. On that adorable note, let's finish up your spanking." Sadayo said with a slight shake of her head, as if she was having difficulty believing Akira could truly be as pathetic as he seemed.
Akira swallowed heavily. Something about the utter humiliation Sadayo and his traitorous cock had teamed up to deliver for him had pushed the fact that he was in the midst of a spanking completely out of his mind. Now that he had been reminded, however, Akira was suddenly aware of just how tender his butt already was.
"You've been honest with me, so I'll be honest with you. I've been spanked plenty of times while I was working as a maid and I never enjoyed it. Not once. I've always wanted to pay those clients back, but I never got the chance. So you'll be stepping in for them." Sadayo exclaimed, vengeful eagerness in her voice.
"If it makes it hotter for you, just think about all those men getting to spank me and fuck me, and then getting away with it. While you, cutie, have to pay the full price on their behalf. Despite the fact that you've never spanked me, and you'll never get to fuck me again." Sadayo pronounced sadistically.
Akira gulped at his girlfriend's words. The seeming unfairness of the situation was galling, but perhaps that was one of the chief benefits to having a cuck: Akira could be the willing receptacle for these kinds of hard feelings on the part of his girlfriend. Akira was a pathetic cuckold: he both enjoyed and deserved (in a very general sense) any humiliation that came his way. So why shouldn't Sadayo vent her spleen on him until she was satisfied?
"While I'm spanking you, I want you to come up with a pretty name for the demure white panties you're wearing now. Think carefully and pick a name that you like. You'll be using it a lot." Sadayo said wickedly, raising her hand.
A name? Akira had scarcely a second to think before Sadayo's hand began lacing into his already well-spanked ass. Akira gasped in pain and immediately began squirming. His girlfriend had been absolutely holding back before, and she was absolutely not now. What kind of spankings had her clients been giving her?
Sadayo had increased the power of her searing smacks as much as she was able to, it seemed. The only way to spank Akira harder was to pick up her pace, and that was exactly what Sadayo did. His girlfriend's hand came down faster and faster on Akira's poor ass. He was squirming desperately, not that Sadayo cared now.
A quick glance up at the vengeful look on Sadayo's face was all Akira needed to fully understand just how much anger women could store up over time. Sadayo had needed a release valve, and despite how incredibly painful this was, Akira was glad his girlfriend was getting the chance to excise some of her raw feelings.
Akira couldn't keep a hold of himself for long amidst such a punishing spanking, however. Tears welled up in his eyes, and as soon as the first tear fell, the rest came in a torrent. Akira started crying uncontrollably after that, aware that he had managed to find one more way to look pathetic tonight.
Sadayo ended the spanking soon after. His girlfriend began making soothing noises and dabbing at Akira's eyes with something soft. They were tissues, as it turned out. Sadayo retrieved a few more from a box that was within easy reach on the end table next to the sofa.
While Akira tried to get a hold of himself again, he wondered whether that box of tissues just happened to be there. Akira had cleaned this room hours earlier, and to his recollection, there had been no tissue box there. That meant that Sadayo had brought it with her. Which meant that his girlfriend assumed that Akira wouldn't be able to take a spanking without crying. Akira's cock stirred, just a little bit, as realized he had once again managed to fulfill the very low expectations Sadayo had of him.
Had Sadayo ever cried during the spankings she had received from boorish clients in the past? Akira betted that she hadn't, not even once. And yet he hadn't been able to stop himself from crying as soon as Sadayo had stopped holding back. It had to be an ego boost to his girlfriend, as well as confirmation that Akira possessed little to no self-control anymore.
"So...what name did you come up with?" Sadayo asked nonchalantly, as if she hadn't just reduced her boyfriend to a quivering, crying mess minutes ago.
Akira didn't have the slightest idea what she meant. His mind was slow to get back in gear, recovering from his punishment as he was. Then he remembered. Sadayo wanted him to name the lacey pair of panties he had borrowed from her. The panties that, right now, contained two of his (admittedly small) loads. Akira took only a second before coming up with the first name that came to mind.
"Um...Rin." Akira replied softly, his cock twitching again.
"Cute name. How many times have you spurted into Rin tonight? Think hard. I happen to know the answer, I just want to know if you do. " Sadayo instructed wickedly.
Akira's cheeks blazed scarlet again as he thought back. He had cum the first two times in the pair of silver-colored panties Akira had started the night with. Then he had changed into Rin...er, the demure white pair afterward, only to spontaneously ejaculate when Sadayo threatened to spank him back in the laundry room. Akira had been wearing Sadayo's new black panties during his fourth impromptu orgasm, and he was wearing the white ones again now.
"Three times, Ojou-sama." Akira answered after a moment, gulping.
"Sounds like you have a new favorite then. I'm sure little Rin likes it, though. She looks like a bit of a slut to me." Sadayo said mockingly, releasing Akira from her lap.
Akira got to his feet rapidly. His girlfriend's relentless teasing would undoubtedly ensure that he would begin thinking of Sadayo's panties in anthropomorphic terms in the future, but at least that wasn't the case yet. Akira pulled the back of his white lace panties up, allowing his skirt to fall back into place. The tight fit of his panties was painful against Akira's red hot ass cheeks, but that was unavoidable. If Sadayo gave him an order, and she doubtlessly would soon, he needed to be able to curtsy in response. He could hardly do that with his panties still around his thighs.
Akira happened to glance down at his girlfriend as he was fixing his panties. During the frenzied speed with which she had spanked Akira earlier, Sadayo's borrowed dress shirt had ridden up. Her pussy was laid bare, and Sadayo was quite wet. Whether it was from the joy of spanking Akira or humiliating him, Sadayo had clearly enjoyed herself.
"I'm sure you like what you see, but that's not for you anymore, is it?" Sadayo asked softly, smiling as soon as she realized where Akira was looking.
"No, Ojou-sama." Akira answered quickly, knowing it to be the truth.
"Hmm. Who is it for then?" Sadayo asked languidly, cocking her head.
"Um, Takeda." Akira replied, hesitating just for a moment.
Sadayo narrowed her eyes at him, causing Akira's nervousness to spike. One single spanking, and the permanent power exchange that it had represented, had transformed their relationship. Sadayo wasn't going to tolerate anything less than exemplary behavior on Akira's part, it seemed.
"That's Master to you. If I hear you call Hideji anything else, you'll be going over my knee immediately, understood?" Sadayo asked sharply, fixing her gaze on Akira.
"Y-Yes, Ojou-sama." Akira replied instantly, rather intimidated.
Sadayo's gaze softened, and Akira could see that there was plenty of fondness for him in her eyes. More than had existed before they had started this whole cuckolding thing. But he could also see that Sadayo well and truly possessed so little respect for Akira now as to constitute none at all. Akira could see it in the way Sadayo's lip curled just a bit as she regarded him. In the touch of skepticism in her eyes, as she thought that Akira could, at any moment, reveal some even more amusingly pathetic aspect of himself that she had previously been ******* of.
"Good. Now, whatever shall I do? I'm in the mood to be fucked, but all I have in front of me is a cute little cuckold who might cum in his panties at any moment." Sadayo wondered aloud, looking at Akira with amusement.
"S-Shall I find Master and ask him to come to the living room?" Akira asked hurriedly, a submissive thrill running through him.
"That sounds like a good idea. But I think you've had plenty of excitement for one night, so after you ask him, make sure you give Hideji and me some privacy." Sadayo ordered sadistically, her eyes gleaming.
"I won't be watching?" Akira asked, disappointment clear in his voice.
"Not this time. I think the rest of the house could use more dusting. You're free to listen as much as you want, but I better not see you peeking around the corner. Now go. Chop-chop." Sadayo commanded coolly, clapping her hands for emphasis.
Akira, pausing only to give Sadayo a deep curtsy, scurried out of the room as fast as his heels would allow. Sadayo's amused laughter followed him, but Akira was too intent on accomplishing the order he was given (and avoiding another spanking, naturally) to have done anything else. Perhaps Sadayo hadn't quite been aware of just how much of an obedient mindset had been instilled into her boyfriend by one solitary spanking, but she knew it now.
So Akira's fear (and if the hardened state of his cock was anything to go by, his hope) had indeed come to pass. Akira's sex life was now permanently restricted to involving Sadayo's borrowed panties, which mean that Master Takeda would now be solely responsible for satisfying his girlfriend. How much closer would she and Master get now that Akira had been reduced to such a pathetically limited state?
"Try not to spurt into Rin on the way there. I'm sure she's tired after all the love you've given her tonight." Sadayo called out cruelly as Akira left the room.
Akira's cock throbbed, and he very nearly did just what his girlfriend had mockingly told him not to do. God, if this night was anything to go by, Sadayo was going to be absolutely merciless in how she teased him going forward. Be that as it may, Akira tried to do as Sadayo told him. As he headed to Master Takeda's bedroom, Akira did what he could to avoid cumming by thinking up names. Sadayo expected Akira to come up with cute names for her other panties, after all.
So it was that Akira spent the next half hour dusting around the house, making sure to take detours to avoid the living room. There were no doors there. That meant Akira could hear everything coming from the room. A quiet conversation, interspersed with regular laughter from either his girlfriend or Master Takeda, frequently reached Akira's ears.
Akira didn't want to eavesdrop, even if he strongly suspected that most, if not all, of the laughter he was hearing was at his expense. But it wasn't like dusting required that much focus on his part. Perhaps that was why Sadayo had assigned him the task: so that Akira could simultaneously clean while keeping his attention on his girlfriend and her bull.
Gradually, the conversation died down. Not completely, but lengthy periods of near-silence naturally made Akira drift closer to the living room. It didn't take Akira long to realize that the absence of conversation was the result of the participant's lips being busy. Sadayo and Master Takeda were kissing each other.
They weren't short kisses, either. Akira counted the beats until some kind of conversation reached his ears again and concluded that Sadayo was engaging in lengthy make-out sessions with her bull. Akira couldn't see them together, but if their earlier displays were anything to go by, the passion between the two must have been intense.
As soon as Sadayo began letting out contented cries, Akira dropped all pretense (as well as his feather duster) and hurried to the hallway next to the living room. What were they doing? What position were they in? Akira couldn't tell. All he knew was that Sadayo was enjoying herself greatly.
Akira stood stock still, gripping the end of his skirt tightly. The temptation to peek around the corner was very nearly overwhelming. Akira desperately wanted to see what Sadayo was doing. Moving his head a few inches to the right would be all that it would take...
But Akira knew his girlfriend well by now. However seemingly distracted she was at the moment, Sadayo would be watching the entrance to the room like a hawk. If she so much as caught a glimpse of Akira, then Sadayo would make good on her threat to spank him for disobeying her.
...Was that what his girlfriend wanted, though? Sadayo had been disappointed earlier tonight not to find Akira listening outside the door to the bedroom. Maybe his girlfriend was hoping Akira would yield to the temptation to take a peek, despite the risk. Maybe she would be flattered if he did.
Aware that he was probably rationalizing things, Akira took a deep breath and peeked around the corner. There on the sofa was his beautiful girlfriend, as well as his boss. Sadayo was riding Master Takeda's cock in a reverse cowgirl position. Her buttoned-up shirt was lying on the ground and she didn't have a stitch of clothing on anymore.
Akira's gaze was drawn immediately to Sadayo's tits. The way they bounced up and down, free and unencumbered, was enthralling. Akira was only able to look away from the sight when Takeda reached up and grabbed twin handfuls of them, squeezing lightly. Akira then looked down at Sadayo's pussy. His girlfriend's pussy was once again being claimed by Takeda's impressive cock. For the third time tonight, the man was enjoying every inch of Sadayo's pussy. Inches that Akira had never managed to feel for himself, and now knew for an absolute certainty that he never would.
Akira kept his gaze trained on his girlfriend's pussy for as long as he could. As long as he didn't look up at Sadayo's face, Akira didn't need to be confronted with the fact that he would soon face another spanking. But it wasn't long before Akira accepted the inevitable and glanced upward into Sadayo's eyes.
His girlfriend was regarding him with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation. Sadayo's eyes gleamed as she gazed at Akira and a wide smile had formed on her lips. Akira had indeed been correct: Sadayo was brimming with satisfaction at the knowledge that Akira could not help but watch her even after being warned away. The anticipatory part of Sadayo's gaze was obviously due to the prospect of having her boyfriend over her lap again in the near future.
This reminder of an upcoming spanking made Akira aware of just how tender his butt still was. Akira had forgotten all about it while he was dusting, focused on listening for clues to Sadayo's activities as he was. Lacking anything to distract him, that sensation now returned with a vengeance. Maybe Sadayo would hold off until tomorrow? Akira could hope, at least.
But as they continued to share each other's gaze, Akira's hope faded. He could tell that Sadayo was indeed looking forward to disciplining her boyfriend once again. Spanking Akira was an outlet for harsh, built-up feelings that Sadayo hadn't been consciously aware of, but now that she was, Sadayo was going to take each and every opportunity to relieve those feelings.
Akira's cock gave an extra twitch in his panties at the thought. Was he actually developing a taste for being spanked? It was certainly possible. Or maybe he just wanted the chance to be of service to his beautiful, newly dominant girlfriend.
Maybe Akira's uncertainty was written too clearly on his face because Sadayo's gaze suddenly softened. Even as she continued to ride Master Takeda's cock, she took the time to blow Akira a kiss from across the room. Akira grinned at Sadayo, who quickly grinned back at him.
However much their relationship had changed tonight, Sadayo still loved Akira and still appreciated him. In fact, both of those feelings had probably been made stronger. That was fantastic, even if it had come at the sizable cost of Sadayo's respect for him.
Akira gave Sadayo a very slight nod, trying to communicate that she should focus on herself for the moment. After a second or two, Sadayo gave a nod of her own and closed her eyes. Akira settled down on his knees, still peering around the corner, to watch as Sadayo and Master Takeda began fucking in earnest, each doing their best to give each other as much pleasure as their perfectly matched bodies could provide.
Some people might not understand, but Akira was quite happy with how the night had gone. That would obviously change as soon as Sadayo had him over her lap again, however. Maybe she wouldn't be as inclined to spank Akira as harshly if he had refreshments ready? It was something to think about, even if Akira doubted he could tear himself away from the sight of his beautiful girlfriend well on the way to another powerful, satisfying climax, courtesy of her bull.
