Chapter 45: Show Some Respect Before My Cock, Slave

Chapter 45: 45: Show Some Respect Before My Cock, Slave

’I still couldn’t believe it.’

What were the odds?

I had met women who knew neither my name nor my face and contacted me based solely on my cock.

And every one of them had turned out to be someone I knew.

Three women in a row.

It honestly made no sense.

For a moment, I wondered whether they knew it was me and were deliberately playing a prank.

"Haah... M-MonsterCam Guy? A-are you there?"

But watching Rhea hesitate at the door with the blindfold she’d put on herself erased that suspicion.

Her body was drawn in demurely as she looked around without sight.

Her legs pressed faintly together, as if holding back something that might leak out.

Her cheeks beneath the blindfold were flushed.

This was real.

No one could act that well.

I deliberately approached loudly enough for her to hear.

"You came."

"Ah...!"

Rhea startled and curled inward.

"A-are you... MonsterCam Guy?"

"Yes."

I kept my answers deliberately short.

Partly to establish that I was her Master, and partly because she might recognize me if I spoke in my usual manner.

Manager Selena had later admitted that from our first meeting, she’d thought MonsterCam Guy’s voice sounded similar to Ed’s.

...The fact that she’d still spread her legs and moaned while suspecting it made her especially shameless.

What about Rhea?

Would she recognize me?

If she had a vague suspicion, would she still obediently spread her legs?

She was already a complete pervert for coming here after seeing nothing but my cock.

Still, there was no guarantee.

The moment she realized it was me, she might run, become angry, or fight back.

Rhea wasn’t the type to submit quietly after discovering my identity the way Selena had.

Judging by the person I knew at work, I’d be fortunate if she didn’t call the police.

Rhea...

Compared to Barry, who insulted me openly, she was somewhat better.

But she looked down on me all the same.

She wasn’t the type to curse me directly.

It was more difficult to explain than that—a tone or attitude carrying subtle contempt.

’Ed is doing it? Ah... Well, good luck.’

’Ed~ Sorry, could you move just this one thing? I have more urgent work.’

’Oh, this? You don’t need to know, Ed. It’s important.’

’Ed can you do this? I have some more important things to do.’

It was ambiguous enough that if I became angry, I would look petty or strange.

You know the feeling.

At least Barry was older than me and held the rank of assistant manager. I could tell myself I had to endure his bullshit.

But Rhea had joined the company at the same time as me.

We were peers.

When we first started, we’d even encouraged each other to do our best together. Hard to believe now.

Then she secured a permanent position before me and gradually distanced herself.

Eventually she began treating me like a subordinate and pushing small tasks onto me like everyone else.

Despite the fact that her official rank was still staff member, exactly the same as mine.

She was also one year younger than me. Twenty-four, I thought.

...The more I remembered, the angrier I became.

Worse, she was incredibly kind and sweet to everyone else. Only I received this treatment.

Classic submission upward and tyranny downward.

She abused only those she considered beneath her.

Good.

I clenched one fist.

Unlike Manager Selena or Hana, I wasn’t going to let this woman off easily.

Today, I would turn her completely into a female.

"It’s... nice to meet you for the first time, MonsterCam Guy."

Rhea bowed carefully toward my voice.

"I’m Femdom QueenYaaale... the one who contacted you. Please call me Yaaale."

So this woman knew how to greet someone politely, but at work she could barely nod at me in passing?

It made me angry all over again.

Also who makes their title the name of their secret account.

"Yaaale. Understood."

"Yes... MonsterCam Guy."

"Call me Master."

"...Yes... M-Master...♡"

This bitch...

She called me Master while wiggling her ass.

And she claimed to be a femdom queen?

I remembered the voice from one of QueenYaaale’s sample videos, which I’d watched while investigating her account.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Hey. I told you to call me Master, you tiny-dicked bastard.

╰─

The contrast was almost impossible to believe.

"M-Master..."

"Why are you calling me?"

"I know it may be rude to say this, but... since this is the first time I’ve met you, I think it would be better to confirm..."

"Confirm what?"

"That you really are... the person I came to meet."

Her voice carried obvious tension.

"You want proof that I’m MonsterCam Guy?"

"...Yes."

Rhea nodded vigorously.

"Y-you never know. This address might have been sent by some strange person pretending to be you, or I might have entered the wrong room..."

"So you doubt me."

"Ah! I-it isn’t that I don’t trust you, Master...! But it’s our first meeting, so I thought I should verify before we begin... Ha-ha..."

Rhea scratched her head.

In other words, she wanted authentication.

That was easy enough.

"All I need to do is prove to you that I’m MonsterCam Guy?"

"Yes! That’s right. H-how should we do it? May I lift the blindfold for just a moment?"

"Don’t remove it."

I warned her firmly.

Her hand stopped as it moved toward the blindfold.

Who gave you permission to touch it?

"The moment you remove that, you lose your opportunity to serve my cock."

"Ah...! Y-yes. I’m sorry."

Meeting a faceless man while blindfolded couldn’t have been easy.

Yet the single threat of losing her chance to serve my cock made her obedient.

Did she want it that badly?

After seeing only a few videos and photographs?

Could a person really become like this?

Imagine the genders reversed.

Could a man see a few incredible videos and pussy pictures from a woman and decide he wanted sex badly enough to accept the risk?

...Easily.

I understood.

"I’ll let you identify me by touch instead."

"By... touch?"

Rhea tilted her head.

She would understand soon.

I unfastened my belt and lowered my pants.

"Mm..."

At the sound of the belt, Rhea seemed to realize what touch meant. Her body tensed.

"Nothing is more convincing than feeling it yourself."

"Yes... You’re right."

"I’ll allow you to touch my cock."

I removed both my pants and underwear, exposing my enormous erection.

Rhea couldn’t see it, but she seemed to sense what I’d done. She swallowed audibly.

Both hands extended and searched through the air.

I pushed my hips between them.

"Where... Ah!"

The moment her fingers touched my cock, her wandering hands converged around it.

"Th-this is... your cock, Master?"

"Yes."

"Ah... It’s so... hard and big."

Rhea pressed her fingertips experimentally into the shaft.

Of course it was hard. I’d been fully erect for some time.

She squeezed, stroked, and explored me with both hands.

It felt a little like the blind men touching an elephant, but the situation was strangely satisfying.

My coworker, who treated me with contempt, was fondling my cock without knowing it belonged to me.

"You’re... really enormous. I c-can’t wrap my hand all the way around..."

Rhea continued handling me with no sign of stopping.

Before long, her movements had become nearly a full handjob.

"Mm... Master’s cock... I-I want to see it in person..."

"I told you that you aren’t allowed to look."

"I’m sorry, Master...! I overstepped."

Rhea repeatedly bowed and apologized.

Watching the woman who had always dismissed me panic at a single sentence felt strange.

I couldn’t let the sight go unrecorded.

I adjusted the phone in my hand so her face was fully visible.

Of course, it was also recording her hands stroking my cock.

In fact, I had been filming since the moment she entered.

"May I... k-keep using my hands?"

The verification was already complete, but Rhea showed no intention of letting go.

She gripped my cock as though she never wanted to lose it.

"This is the shaft... so I should do it like this... right♡"

Had she handled a few cocks before?

Rhea stroked me with practiced hands.

"I’ll... grip it tightly."

One hand wasn’t enough, so she moved both together as she served me.

Her technique wasn’t bad.

But her manners were.

"Enough."

"...What?"

Her hands froze.

"You’ve finished verifying me."

"Ah... Y-yes. That’s true, but..."

"You want to continue?"

At my question, Rhea nodded violently.

"Yes!"

"Then show some respect before my cock, slave."

"R-respect?"

"You should know how to treat it."

"...Yes."

Understanding, Rhea carefully released me.

She adjusted her posture and slowly sank to her knees.

As she lowered herself, her face naturally came to rest in front of my cock.

"Ah...♡"

The shaft brushed her cheek, and she immediately began acting coy.

"M-Master...♡ The real MonsterCam Guy’s cock...♡"

She brought both hands together beneath it and lifted my cock as though presenting something sacred.

"I’m Yaaale, your sex slave, Master...♡ I came today to serve your cock.♡"

Perhaps her long experience playing Queen had taught her exactly how a slave should behave to please an owner.

Heh...

Naturally, I recorded this too.

Imagining Rhea’s face tomorrow when she watched herself worshipping my cock kept my erection hard.

What should I make her do next?

"Hmm."

Looking around, I saw a barred cell built into the prison-themed room.

A good idea came to me.