Foot Worship Chapter 27

I sat on the table, spreading my legs and supporting myself with both hands behind me. Jerome’s gaze slowly scanned me from head to toe. Then, he disappeared from my view for a moment. As I listened to his footsteps fading away, I tapped my chest. The tension pressing down on my entire body constricted my ribcage. Something was wrong with my body. My chest felt stifled as if I had indigestion, and my head was throbbing. I could feel my physical condition dropping in real-time, but I felt like I could endure it if I just pulled myself together. Above all, if I mentioned any abnormal symptoms here, Jerome would immediately stop the play, and that was the one thing I didn’t want.

Jerome reappeared soon, holding a towel and red bondage tape in his hands.

“Hands forward.”

I reacted immediately to his words, clasping my hands together and holding them out. I was slightly disappointed it wasn’t rope, but I liked the color of the tape, so it was fine. With meticulous movements, he bound my wrists in an ‘X’ shape, taking care not to let any skin fold into the tape. The binding was neat and not messy. The tightness was neither loose nor too tight.

“It would have been better if it were rope, it’s a shame.”

“No, it’s not. Thank you.”

I tried to move my bound wrists slightly, but Jerome pushed my shoulder gently. Instinctively, I braced my core, tensing my abdomen to keep from falling backward.

“Good. Stay just like that.”

It was a situation where I had to support my upper body purely with core strength. Jerome wrapped the bondage tape around my left ankle, left some slack, and cut the tape. He did the same for my right ankle. I tilted my head, looking at the tape hanging long beneath the table. But I soon realized Jerome’s intention.

There were already three or four layers of bondage tape attached underneath the table. Jerome pulled the slack of the tape wrapped around my ankles downward and attached it to the underside. Since bondage tape creates strong adhesion when it sticks to itself, it was secure enough.

“If you thrash or resist and this tape snaps, don’t expect me to just stop the play—consider yourself kicked out of here.”

“Yes.”

He stood a little further away to check my appearance, then roughly wiped my forehead and hair with a towel. It would be soaked with sweat again soon, but for the moment, it felt like a relief.

He set the towel on the floor and scanned my body just like before. Then, he grabbed and pressed down firmly on my knee, causing my body to jolt. A stinging pain flared in my knee. It seemed I had bruised it when I couldn’t steady myself and hit my knee in the parking lot earlier.

“It must have hurt while you were kneeling.”

“…It didn’t hurt.”

It was the truth. I don’t know if it was because of the atmosphere or because I was so filled with a vague anticipation for the play that I didn’t notice, but it hadn’t hurt at all. He examined my knee, clicked his tongue, and picked up the bondage tape again. He wrapped it around my knee once and layered more tape on top. After applying layer upon layer of tape until it felt quite thick, he pressed his hand against my knee to check if it hurt. It hadn’t hurt before, but now I couldn’t feel a thing.

“Thank you.”

Jerome brushed my sweat-drenched hair back and picked up a new roll of tape. He pressed against my chest as if to gauge the length, then immediately bound it with the bondage tape. He smiled with satisfaction after finishing the binding, which made my breasts stand out to an embarrassing degree. Every time I took a deep breath, the tape constricted my ribcage.

“You’ve already gotten so hard, what did you even do?”

Jerome dug his fingernails into my hardened nipples, pressing them inward. A tingling sensation spread rapidly to the tips of my head and toes. My feet, fixed in place by the bondage tape, twitched uncontrollably. Even knowing the tape wouldn’t come off easily, my heart sank for no reason. He reached into his pocket, took out something glittering metal, and rubbed it with his hand.

“Straighten your posture.”

Jerome gave a warning and pinched my left nipple, pulling on it. I gritted my teeth and held my breath to keep a moan from escaping my lips. He twisted it gently, then pulled hard, intentionally causing the nipple to swell. As he pressed his nails into the tender flesh between the nipple and the areola, I twisted my waist at the tingling sensation. The small nodules expanded slightly as they were stimulated. My inner thighs trembled uncontrollably.

“Ugh, hup, khk.”

“Your nipples are large, so they’ll look pretty whatever I attach to them.”

After pulling the nipple hard, he attached the nipple clip he had been holding. A moan I hadn’t been able to swallow burst through my lips. It felt like my brain was humming due to the pain, as if the flesh were about to be torn away. Jerome checked the tension of the clip and massaged my right nipple in the same way, attaching a clip there as well. A chain with a red jewel between the two clips hung long and glittered. Jerome breathed heavily and touched the area below the clip with his fingertips. At that, my chest muscles twitched of their own accord, creating a jingling sound.

As the pain intensified, my abdomen lost its strength. Sweat poured like rain from my heated face. I knew I had to endure it somehow, but it was truly a torturous experience. I gritted my teeth, thinking only of enduring it no matter what. However, Jerome, as if he were a ghost who could read my intentions, tapped my lips with his finger.

“Open your mouth.”

“Ugh.”

I held my breath and opened my mouth. Jerome’s finger slid into my mouth, rubbing against my teeth and the roof of my mouth. His smooth fingertip persistently rubbed the hollow of my palate. The ticklish sensation made my toes curl automatically. Jerome gripped my chin and examined the inside of my mouth.

I gasped, feeling like I was losing my breath, and tried to endure. But despite my efforts, my abdomen lost its strength, and my body tilted slightly backward. Because of that, my abdominal muscles clenched tight, making it difficult to breathe.

With a dissatisfied look, Jerome buried his finger in my tongue and prodded beneath it. Was my mouth an erogenous zone? Every place Jerome rubbed, it felt like intense stimulation that made it hard to even breathe, sending shocks below my navel. He withdrew his finger and took a handkerchief from his back pocket to wipe his hand.

“Is there anywhere that’s uncomfortable?”

“…Ugh, Master, no, Jerome-nim, please, just one more time, fix, hup, my posture.”

Jerome placed the chain connected to the nipple clips into my mouth. The cold metal touched my teeth, feeling strange.

“If you can remove the clips on your own, I will fix your posture.”

“Ah, how, hut, can I do that.”

“If you don’t like it, you can stay like that.”

Jerome loosened the ring that adjusted the tightness of the nipple clips slightly. I had no choice but to bite the chain and pull it into my mouth. Soon, the chain pulled taut. I knew that if I pulled a little more, the clips would fall off, but I knew just how much pain that would cause, so I couldn’t easily bring myself to do it. Panting continuously through my nose, I bit my lip hard.

Just as I steeled myself to pull, sharp pain struck my entire body. Jerome had struck the center of the chain with the edge of his hand first. The chain clattered to the floor with a loud noise. I couldn’t even scream from the shock, and my limbs trembled violently. The pleasure that pierced my brain lasted for a moment. Then, I felt as if my lower body had tensed up tightly before going limp.

“Ugh, hup, ugh. It hurts, it hurts.”

“You’re cumming well for someone who says it hurts.”

I couldn’t bear to look down at my chest, which was tingling, throbbing, and hot, even feeling a stinging sensation. I was afraid of what I might find—or not find. Seeing that liquids were dripping down onto my abdomen, it was clear that flesh had been torn.

“Are you crying again?”

“…I’m not crying.”

Who’s crying? I was about to retort, but I opened my eyes wide when I felt the liquid wetting my cheek. Tears fell rapidly. Startled, I looked down and saw my slightly swollen nipples. Realizing belatedly that what was falling onto my abdomen was not blood but tears, I blushed. Jerome pulled my shoulders to help me sit up properly. Only then could I breathe a little easier. I moved my bound hands to rub my eyes.

Without a word, Jerome took a pair of scissors and cut away the bondage tape that had fixed my feet. Though we had only just finished the physical examination, nearly an hour had already passed. Jerome walked over to the bathroom where I had been washing earlier and beckoned to me. I pulled myself together, put my feet down, and stepped onto the floor. I lowered my body to crawl just like before, but Jerome commanded me to walk.