Strange Master

I struggled to free myself, but it was no use. It was very obvious there was a wide gap between our powers. I stopped and stared into master’s eyes. He pinned me against the carpeted floor and intensely held my gaze.

“You are a very bad girl, Ivy.”

In the time we live in now, the word master is obsolete to normal people due to basically two reasons: One, slavery is pretty much illegal in our civilized society. Two, people consider this sort of fetish inappropriate.

Despite the two given factors, I have a master. He is called Jongin, and he loves me very much. This is a short story of my life with a strange male who plays the role of my master. Shall we begin?