Chapter 1 — Mi's First Experience

“Don’t worry. I won’t push you too hard…”

The man gently pulled Sarah Kim close, whispering softly into her ear.

Though her body tensed with anxiety, Sarah Kim silently nodded, head lowered.

There’s no turning back now… I’ve come this far.

Repeating those words inwardly, she surrendered herself, trembling, into his embrace.

He opened the door wide and lightly pushed her waist, urging her forward.

She had married her childhood friend two years ago.

At just twenty-four, Sarah Kim was still a young housewife.

She wasn’t unattractive, but she wasn’t the type to draw passionate attention from men.

Her naturally introverted nature often gave others the impression of quiet dullness.

Recently, however, Sarah Kim had begun to sense a hidden M (masochistic) side within herself.

I want to be utterly ruined… Just once, I want to reveal my true self.

This vague desire had begun to quietly bloom in her heart.

Every weekend, her husband would inevitably demand sex, but due to his inexperience, his foreplay was brief and entirely self-centered.

Sarah Kim rarely ever reached climax.

Her growing dissatisfaction may have been fueling this twisted longing inside her.

One afternoon, Sarah Kim turned on the home computer for the first time—bought because of her husband’s work.

She typed in the address of an SM website she’d seen in a women’s magazine.

They actually get aroused like this…

Nearly every photo posted on the site depicted women treated like toys.

Women deprived of freedom—some with devices inserted behind them, others with buttocks reddened by whips.

Yet all of them seemed to wear expressions of bliss.

What had once been faint within Sarah Kim grew clearer, and she began to understand what she truly desired.

It’s the same… I’m just like these women…

She also became fascinated by novels and personal accounts.

She found herself helplessly aroused by scenes of women being tormented.

She reread her favorite passages over and over.

Without realizing it, her fingers began caressing her lower abdomen.

She was shocked at how wet she had become.

This became her daily ritual.

After a month, she began participating in the SM site’s chat rooms, even exchanging emails with a dominant man.

It felt strange—her shy self becoming bold in the digital world. For the first time, Sarah Kim felt like she had found where she truly belonged.

After exchanging messages several times, she agreed to meet a man named Thomas Park—just once, she told herself.

For the timid Sarah Kim of the past, this was an unimaginably daring act.

But it was a decision made after long, agonizing deliberation.

What if marks are left on my body? What if he starts stalking me afterward? What if my husband finds out?

These thoughts swirled in her mind, making her tremble right up until the moment she arrived at the meeting place.

Yet she believed that by being honest with her desires, she might finally transform her quiet, shadowed self.

His emails overflowed with gentleness—polite, even dignified in tone.

If it’s him…

She made up her mind.

On the way to the hotel, Thomas Park kept her laughing with lighthearted jokes.

Her anxiety gradually began to fade.

He’s just as I imagined—such a wonderful man…

She thought this as she gazed at his profile while he drove.

“From now on, this is SM. Listen carefully to what I say.”

He whispered as he locked the door behind them.

“Yes…”

She answered, but fear still gripped her.

She had never entered a hotel with a man she’d just met, and not knowing what he would do to her made her uneasy.

Inside the room, strange SM devices were neatly arranged. Her fantasy was becoming reality.

Tied to that cross, my body touched… Forced to spread my legs wide on that platform, exposing everything…

Alongside her lingering fear, Sarah Kim distinctly felt a thrilling, burning sensation in her body.

“Stand in front of me and slowly undress.”

Thomas Park lit a cigarette as he spoke.

“Um… Can I take a shower first?”

“No.”

Sarah Kim hesitated, but obeyed, beginning to remove her clothes one by one.

She took off her top, folded it carefully, then slowly pulled down her skirt.

She rolled down her stockings and placed them in the nearby basket.

Thomas Park sat calmly on the bed, silently watching her every move.

Not touching her, not speaking—just observing her undress—was deeply humiliating and painful.

“Is this enough?”

Sarah Kim stood before him, hands clasped in front.

“Take everything off. You still have your bra and panties on.”

“What? You want me to take them off now?”

“Yes. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Hesitantly, Sarah Kim reached for the clasp of her bra.

She slid her arms out, covering her nipples with one hand.

Do I really have to take them off myself?

She hesitated, wondering whether she should remove her panties, then looked at him pleadingly.

But he remained expressionless, saying nothing.

Slowly, she removed her last piece of underwear.

Covering her groin with both hands, her entire body flushed red as she stood before him, head bowed.

“I’ve taken them off.”

“Move your hands away. Raise them above your head.”

“A-ah… Yes.”

This was a lewd, depraved situation unimaginable in her sex life with her husband.

Naked, Sarah Kim exposed her entire body to this man, while he hadn’t even removed his shirt.

Her breasts, nipples, and the dark patch of pubic hair between her legs—all were on full display.

Thomas Park simply watched her, faintly amused, not even attempting to touch her.

He rested his chin on his hand, leaned forward slightly, and studied her body for a long while.

“Are you embarrassed?”

“Yes… I’m so embarrassed.”

“Your chest is rather underdeveloped.”

“Yes…”

“But I like your vibrant figure. Your skin is soft too.”

Humiliation numbed Sarah Kim’s mind.

She stood there completely naked, exposed, while he remained utterly calm, casually evaluating her body.

It felt as if she were being auctioned off.

The hierarchical role of SM pressed painfully into her bones.

What should I do? I’m feeling it… Just being watched, I’m getting aroused…

Sarah Kim was already becoming wet.

She could feel heat pulsing through her lower body.

She felt as if she might go mad from shame.

A faint, strange pleasure sweetly and sadly enveloped her entire body.

“Turn around.”

Hands still raised, Sarah Kim turned her back to him.

“Small buttocks. Heh… quite cute. Now, let’s spread your legs, shall we?”

Sarah Kim hesitated.

“No… please.” She shook her head, her voice hoarse.

She knew she was already wet. She didn’t want him to see her soaked sex.

“Don’t talk back. Now, spread them wide.”

Harsh words poured out.

A light slap landed on her buttock.

“Urk…”

He pushed his foot between hers, forcing her legs apart.

“No… I don’t want to.”

As her balance wavered and her feet spread to shoulder-width, arousal trickled down the inside of her thigh.

“Ah, don’t look!”

“Hahaha… Such a clumsy girl. I haven’t even done anything yet…”

“I’m embarrassed…”

“Stay still.”

Sarah Kim raised her hands again, twisting her body in humiliation.

Her ears and neck turned bright red as she kept shaking her head from side to side.

“Wider… Wider.”

Sarah Kim obeyed, spreading her legs and exposing the sex she never wanted to show.

“Good. Now place both hands on your knees and push your hips back.”

“A… Yes…”

Sarah Kim’s sex was exposed. Her thin labia were already parted.

Between the slightly opened petals, arousal glistened, ready to drip.

Even her anus was boldly displayed before him, the bud twitching with each of her body’s tremors.

She had exposed the most private parts—meant only for her husband—to a man she had just met.

The thought of her own vulgar appearance made her mind dizzy with shame.

“Ah… It’s flowing again. Why are you so vulgar? You…”

“I-I’m sorry…” The pooled arousal dripped down, leaving a glistening trail on her thigh.

“Good posture. I really want to show this to your husband, Sarah.”

“A… Please… Don’t mention my husband…”

Thomas Park watched her, amused, as he further stoked her humiliation.

“You’re the kind who gets aroused just from being watched. Look at how soaked you are…”

“Yes… I-I’m aroused…”

“Heh… Honest and quite cute. Now, I’ll test your tightness. Don’t move.”

He raised his right middle finger and brought it toward the center of her womanhood.

Even at this point, he had not touched any other part of her body.

Now too, he touched nothing else—only the tip of his finger precisely entered Sarah Kim’s vagina.

“Huh…”

Suddenly, without warning, he thrust in, and Sarah Kim’s body lurched forward.

She tightly shut her eyes, bit her lips, and desperately tried to maintain her posture.

His finger slid in effortlessly.

“You’re wet, Sarah.”

“Don’t say it… Don’t say it…”

He twisted his finger several times, then hooked it like a key and pressed hard against the upper wall of her vaginal wall.

“A… Ahh…”

Sarah Kim’s knees trembled, as if she might collapse at any moment.

Her burning, humiliated body was driven to the brink of collapse by just a single finger.

“I told you not to break your posture.”

“A… But… But…”

“Don’t touch the floor. Keep your legs firm.”

Sarah Kim braced her legs as instructed, bravely fighting the overwhelming stimulation.

But each slight movement of his finger sent electric currents down her spine, draining strength from her lower body.

The pressure of her gripping walls around his finger suddenly intensified.

Layer upon layer of mucous membrane wrapped tightly around his finger.

“I-I can’t… I can’t… I’m going to come…”

“What? You can’t come yet. I’m worried about your future. But you might be quite the skilled woman, Sarah.”

With that, he abruptly pulled his finger out of her vaginal wall.

“A…”

Sarah Kim’s posture collapsed. She fell to her hands and one knee.

Her eyes, looking up at him, held a complex light—relief, resentment.

Naked Sarah Kim crouched on the floor on all fours.

The only thing allowed on her body was a faded red dog collar.

A thin metal chain extended from the collar, held in Thomas Park’s hand as he sat on the bed.

Beside him, he had placed a thin whip.

Both the collar and whip were props provided by the room’s service.

“You’re just like a bitch in heat, aren’t you? Look at how wet you are right now? A vulgar female, always waiting for a male. Isn’t that right?”

Thomas Park used his foot to nudge Sarah Kim’s breasts, making them sway.

“I… I’m a bitch…”

Sarah Kim whispered, staring at the floor.

I am a bitch… I know I’m wet, just as he said…

She had never imagined herself to be this lewd. Yet she was aroused.

Each word he spoke shook her soul.

She felt herself being conquered, bit by bit.

“Then crawl around the bed like a bitch. Slowly. Slowly.”

“Yes…”

Sarah Kim began crawling slowly, circling Thomas Park. The chain on her collar jingled with each movement.

Thomas Park didn’t even look at her, instead opening an SM magazine he’d been holding under his arm.

Exposed completely—her sex, her anus—Sarah Kim continued crawling across the floor like an animal.

How many times had she circled? Occasionally, Thomas Park would suddenly pull the chain or lightly strike her buttocks with the whip.

Suddenly, tears streamed from Sarah Kim’s eyes. She sobbed as she crawled.

“What’s wrong? Crying?”

Thomas Park lifted his face slightly from the magazine and looked down at her.

“A-ah… It’s nothing…”

“Don’t stop. Keep crawling.”

Again, the whip cut through the air, and a sharp sting pierced her buttocks.

Her tears wouldn’t stop.

It wasn’t the sadness of being humiliated, crawling like a bitch on the floor.

It was the shame of how aroused she became each time the whip struck.

Somehow, she didn’t want to admit it.

She hated the damp sensation on her thighs.

Her flowing arousal wetted her thighs further, spreading widely with each crawl.

In the eerie light of the SM room, the inside of her thighs glistened.

Thomas Park watched from behind, his expression one of satisfaction.

“What did you come here for today? Didn’t you come here to be abused? To do shameful things like this?”

“Yes… That’s right.”

Sarah Kim answered, sitting upright at his feet.

It was her honest feeling.

She had never before tasted such excitement, such a dazed, euphoric sensation.

“Then beg me. Beg me to abuse you more. To make you do even more shameful things.”

“Yes…”

Sarah Kim sat upright and pressed her forehead to the floor.

“Please abuse me more. I want to do even more shameful things. Please…”

Something inside Sarah Kim’s chest felt lighter.

It felt strange—her trust in him was growing.

“Shall I give you a reward? Keep your legs spread like that.”

Sarah Kim slowly opened her knees, which had been tightly pressed together.

Under her thin pubic hair, the thick bud of her clitoris became slightly visible.

Thomas Park removed only his right sock and pushed his bare foot between her knees.

Sarah Kim’s body stiffened, instinctively trying to close her knees.

“P-please… at least… use your hand.”

“Why? A woman like you is fine with a foot. Now, spread. I’ll be nice to you…”

“A… That’s too much…”

Reluctantly, Sarah Kim opened her knees and accepted his foot.

Immediately, the top of his foot began moving back and forth along the parted valley.

“Uh…”

Sarah Kim’s body arched backward. The stimulation surged, and her sex throbbed instantly.

But when Thomas Park tried to insert his big toe, Sarah Kim panicked and lifted her hips.

“Don’t avoid it. Put your hands behind your back and use your hips—try to enjoy it.”

Sarah Kim quietly lowered her hips and began moving her entire lower body against his instep.

“Ghk… Ah…”

“That’s it… Just like that…”

Sweat trickled down Sarah Kim’s lewd face—one drop, then another.

I’m getting aroused by his toes…

An intense, nerve-tingling sensation surged up her spine.

His big toe slid in, sticky and deep.

“Huuuh…”

Her vaginal opening contracted, and arousal overflowed.

“You seem to enjoy this quite a bit. It suits you. Heh…”

Inside her sensitive mucous membrane, his thick big toe wriggled.

“S-stop… Ahh…”

Her lips trembled, and moans kept spilling out.

Hands behind her back, Sarah Kim arched her back painfully, her sweat-soaked body trembling slightly.

“Now, I’ll let you come. You’ll come from a toe. That’s the kind of woman you are—fitting for such treatment.”

“A… More… More…”

Sarah Kim’s lewd cries echoed through the room.

His foot moved faster, rubbing her clitoris.

“Ahh… I-I’m coming…!”

Her throat twisted, sweat droplets falling.

Her vagina contracted, and arousal gushed out like she was urinating.

Sarah Kim arched her back and convulsed her entire body two or three times.

Then she collapsed forward, her body surrendering onto his foot.

Sarah Kim’s wrists were now tied behind her back.

A black cloth covered her eyes.

Face and both knees pressed to the floor, legs spread, hips raised high—she was in the same posture, exposing every part of her womanhood to him.

“I’ll now give you what you’ve been longing for most.”

The man said.

What I’ve been longing for?

Sarah Kim couldn’t understand.

A sound like opening a bottle came from behind her.

It’s scary…

In the darkness, Sarah Kim trembled with fear.

Yet a faint anticipation kept her in this lewd posture.

What Thomas Park pulled from the bottle was lotion he’d bought at the front desk.

He scooped the wet liquid onto his fingertips and began smearing it onto Sarah Kim’s backside rosebud.