Foot Worship Chapter 25

In fact, since Jerome hadn’t declared the start of the play yet, we could have had a sufficiently normal, everyday conversation. Of course, even with the vibrator he’d shoved inside me as a “test” earlier, it would have ended if I had said I hated it. At present, we were in a relationship where nothing was established. I made up my mind to confess the feelings I had been experiencing without holding anything back.

“To be honest, I’m not sure myself. But I think it’s because it’s my first time in a situation like this. There were many people in the restaurant, and I became aroused right there, and I made a mistake to the point of soaking my pants. I was going crazy with the shame of it, yet my body kept reacting—I think I was just flustered.”

“…I told you to tell me if it was difficult.”

“Jerome said it was a test, and I thought I had to endure it. I didn’t want to go against your mood.”

“Then, can I conclude that the tears simply meant it was an unfamiliar act, not that you disliked it?”

“Yes.”

I tried to sneak a look at Jerome’s expression from the driver’s seat by lifting one eye slightly. But because he was looking straight ahead, I could only see his beautiful profile. Looking at it again, his side profile was a work of art. I thought if I ever had a chance for a reward later, I would ask if I could lick from his forehead to the tip of his nose with my tongue. But would there even be a later? I felt troubled, thinking I might have shown him a bad side from the very first test.

“Are you someone who cries easily?”

“…No. Not at all.”

“Get out.”

“Pardon?”

“I said get out.”

Jerome opened the driver’s side door and got out. I hurriedly zipped up my bag and opened the backseat door. Jerome reached inside the low fence to undo the latch and opened the front gate.

Huh? But the direction Jerome was walking was a bit strange. When I had come before, I had reached the entrance in a straight line, but now he was walking toward the right side of the building. I pulled myself together and walked following behind him. After circling half the house, there was a small iron door on the wall. He familiarized the digital lock with the password and opened the door.

“Go in.”

I passed him as he opened the door and stepped aside, stepping inside. I saw stairs going down, not up. It seemed like sound-absorbing panels were installed on the walls, as my footsteps didn’t echo even while walking down the hard stairs. Once I reached the bottom of the stairs, I faced a door blocking my way.

“You can open it.”

I pushed the handle down and opened the door. It was pitch black inside. Jerome followed me in and turned on the light switch, revealing a tidy interior. Inside a large glass cabinet visible in front, corporal punishment tools were neatly displayed. I unknowingly held my breath and clutched my chest. Perhaps he was a person who enjoyed much more professional play than I had thought.

On the ceiling and walls, long rods with obvious intentions were installed, and spreader bars (restraint equipment consisting of metal or wooden bars) were hanging from the rods.

And in the corridor on the right, there were two doors. They were presumably the bathroom and the bedroom. It wouldn’t be wrong to consider this a private playroom Jerome had created. His appearance made it seem like he would only enjoy soft and gentle play. It was truly unexpected.

“Take off your shoes and come in.”

I took off my loafers, lined them up neatly, and entered. However, Jerome stepped inside with his dress shoes still on. He naturally sat on the sofa where a table was placed and pulled his tie knot loose with his fingers. I gulped down a dry swallow and took a deep breath.

“Are you nervous?”

“…Yes.”

“Listen carefully to what I say from now on. Since we’ve decided to do light play, we will proceed with a set time. The total time is 120 minutes, and we can proceed for an additional 60 minutes if we both agree, and while the play is in progress, phrases like ‘no,’ ‘I hate it,’ or ‘I can’t’ are not allowed.”

“Yes.”

“What would you like to call me?”

“…Master.”

My breathing quickened just by saying the word ‘Master’ out loud. That a Dom as exquisite as Jerome was my Master—it felt ticklish, as if my whole body was being brushed by feathers. But it seemed Jerome didn’t want to allow me to use the title of Master.

“That title seems a bit excessive. Use my name, and just add ‘-nim’ at the end to address me.”

“…Why.”

“I only allow my partner to call me Master. I don’t want to be called Master by someone who might just pass me by.”

He was a person who didn’t give anything away easily. Even after our first meeting out of the three we promised, when I begged him that I wanted to see him right away, he had refused just as firmly. And he had even given me the answer. That I should just develop my relationship with him. I tried to suppress my feeling of disappointment and arduously answered that I understood.

“For your information, I tend to have a strong Rigger inclination.”

I bit down on my lips that kept moving on their own and squeezed my eyes shut before opening them again. Was this a coincidence or fate? I was a Rope bunny, the opposite of a Rigger. Simply put, Jerome was the type who enjoyed restricting movement, and I was the type who liked being controlled in my movements.

“You don’t have to worry that much. I won’t restrain you severely, and I won’t use any tools, either.”

“…Because I’m a Rope bunny.”

“Now that I see, you weren’t a beast, but a crafty little rabbit.”

Jerome leaned his upper body forward and covered his face with both hands. It looked as if I caught a glimpse of him smiling through his spread fingers. But when he lowered his hands, he had returned to an expressionless face. Jerome stood up and removed the coat I had draped over my body. Then he opened the door on the right. Just as I expected, it was the bathroom.

“I’ll give you 10 minutes, so go pee and take a quick shower and come out.”

“Yes, should I come out completely naked?”

“I’ve prepared underwear in the bathroom cabinet. Make sure to come out fully dressed, even wearing socks.”

Jerome left the room, leaving the bathroom door open. After hurriedly urinating, I took off my clothes and went into the shower booth. I picked up the showerhead and took a deep breath. Jerome was a Rigger—that thought felt suffocatingly good. While being restrained with clothes or handcuffs was nice, what I liked best was being tied up quite artistically using ropes. The tingling sensation when the rope is pulled, the pressure restricting the body, the beauty of the rope wrapping around the flesh—all of these were triggers that stimulated my primitive instincts. I hope he is an aesthetic person.

“You’re still being leisurely.”

Jerome, leaning obliquely against the bathroom door, muttered while watching me. Startled, I quickly turned on the water. I wetted my body, applied body wash to a puff, and scrubbed my whole body. I rinsed my body with water at a slightly hot temperature. It was a temporary measure to relax my stiff muscles at least a little. I turned the faucet off and rubbed my body with a towel. At the same time, with one hand, I opened the bathroom cabinet to find underwear.

“Ah…”

I seriously thought Jerome might have a jockstrap fetish. The underwear in the bathroom cabinet was a similar style to the one he had sent me, but it had one more strap tightening between the buttocks. I had no choice but to put on the underwear and my pants. Then I squatted down and even put on socks.

When I went back out, Jerome was sitting on the sofa watching me. I approached him, hesitating. He set the timer for 120 minutes and then took the clicker into his hand.

“Before we start, let’s confirm that the safe word is understood.”

“…Lee Taeha, it is.”

“And the motion?”

“Finger snap.”

I used my thumb and middle finger to make a clicking sound. He nodded as if satisfied and continued what he was saying.

“I won’t be doing anything hard enough today to require a safe word, but I confirmed it just in case. If your physical condition suddenly worsens, if you have symptoms of paralysis, or if you have difficulty breathing, don’t hesitate to speak up. Can we begin now?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s begin.”

With a relaxed face, Jerome pressed the start button on the timer and clicked the clicker.