Martian delivered another slap to the man’s cheek. Startled by the sudden, unexpected action, the man didn’t even manage to groan.

“How dare a mutt like you make such demands… Where did you pick up such manners?”

Martian struck his cheek again without hesitation. The sharp sound resonated once more.

Slapping was the most degrading form of abuse. In the Moonlit Haven, unless the patron specifically requested it, they would never engage in such treatment. Insulting a noble could result in being killed on the spot. Thus, this might be an experience the man had never encountered before.

Seeing the man frozen in shock, Martian felt a perverse satisfaction. She tapped the inner thigh of the man and spat out, 

“You should be thanking me. You’re not so stupid, are you?”

“Uh, this, this isn’t…”

“Who are you speaking informally to?”

Martian grabbed the man’s hair and shook his head. It was not uncommon for novices to lose their focus due to the shock of experiencing something unfamiliar. Among those who came to her, seeking to become her ‘dog’, many exhibited such reactions. Thanks to them, Martian knew how to handle this kind of situation.

Being dominant initially usually got them excited and compliant quickly. Therefore, shocking them with more intensity and suppressing their defiance with force was the way to go. Moreover, this man couldn’t even see properly due to his blindfold and bandages.

Martian shook him by the hair again. As she poured insults like, “This damn dog is in heat and can’t even recognize its owner,” alarmed groans spilled from the man.

“Hnng, now, ugh, uh, what…”

As the man tried to speak, Martian stepped on his c*ck, just as he had crudely requested.

“Ugh, ah…haaa”

Like others who indulged in this secretive pleasure, the man was sensitive to pleasure. The humiliation and shock he had just received faded quickly due to his arousal. His face was flushed from the excitement.

“Trying to act human when you’re just a dog. Act like a dog, and I’ll pamper you as much as you want.”

“Ugh, ah… It hurts, ugh, please, gentle, ah!”

As Martian stepped on his c*ck with her heel, a moan erupted from him. Ignoring his pleas, she teased him with her foot. Despite his claims of pain, his p*nis only grew harder. With a rough stomp, the man let out a sharp gasp.

She enjoyed the moans that laid bare both his arousal and pain. Her senses – touch, sight, and hearing – were all stimulated.

“What hurts? Your c*ck seems to enjoy it.”

She pressed down on one of his testicles with the tip of her heels. His tense thighs shivered, and his genitals skin which had been trampled and rubbed to the fullest, looked inflamed.

With each gasp and moan, Martian felt more exhilarated. When the man was panting, she grabbed his hair, making him lift his head. His pronounced Adam’s apple looked alluring. With every labored breath, it moved enticingly, making her want to choke him with pressure.

‘Now isn’t the time for that.’

Martian, suppressing her desire, placed her hand on the man’s cheek. Even with the slight touch, his body tensed up. It was an instinctual rejection. Even as he trembled with excitement, he still seemed to retain some pride that made him feel humiliated. Martian lightly patted to test this pride, and then without hesitation, she slapped his face. All the while, she didn’t stop trampling on his groin.

His body perceived pain as pleasure. Only the slap seemed to be excluded from the pleasure, just causing rejection. Martian intended to break this rejection entirely. If he got stimulated and erect while being hit, eventually, he would perceive the act of being hit itself as stimulation and excitement.

“You should say ‘thank you’.”

“Huh, huh, huu.”

Martian pressed her heels onto his testicles and scratched along the perineum. The man’s hips shivered. She slapped his cheek once more. By now, the man showed no sign of rejecting being slapped. He was breathless from the sensation of being trampled upon.

Martian exerted pressure, stepping hard on his groin. It was skilled footwork, knowing where and how to step to provide varying sensations of pain and pleasure. Her partners accepted her dominance that adeptly intertwined pleasure and pain, even if it hurt, they took it willingly.

Just as the man began sobbing and writhing, she stopped. Neither the foot that had been trampling him nor the hand that had been slapping him touched him anymore.

“Huh… hup…”

Right on the verge of climax, overwhelmed by the intense arousal, the man groaned and reached down with his hand. His face, slapped about ten times, felt numb and hot, but he didn’t care now. He desperately wanted to grab and shake it. The moment the man tried to grab himself, Marutian forcefully stamped on his thigh with the heel of her shoe.

“Ah!”

His body twisted in agony. The intense excitement that had built up abruptly came to a halt.

“Where are you touching? Should I put a stick in your tip? Or maybe tie it down with a string?”

“Huh, huh… No… huh, no.”

“You think this is yours? Why did you call me “Master” if you’re going to act like this?”

As Martian grasped his genitals with her hand, the man couldn’t find an answer and hesitated. As silence lingered, Martian, as if stating the obvious, slapped his cheek.

“I’m asking you if it’s yours.”

“Hup, huh… No. Hup, it’s not.”

“But when you’re horny, you think you can just jerk off however you want?”

Pushing his foreskin back, she inquired. As he hesitated to answer, Martian flicked his glans with her fingertip. Aah, augh, huhuh, aah! Even while emitting screams akin to cries, his erection remains unyielding. The sight of him spreading his legs and trembling his thighs as if it’s fine to shove anything into him was provocative.

“It would be nice if you masturbated while it stings here.”

As she fondled the tip of his glans, the man became even harder. He’s getting excited by imagining her words. He blushed even redder, perhaps feeling embarrassed. Martian laughed out loud.