Within the dream that I meticulously constructed, the priority was to ensure Tamako remained blissfully unaware.
So I created the illusion of a new day, one where she awoke in the familiar room.
She moved through her morning routine as if on autopilot. Cleaning the house, preparing breakfast, and sending her son, Nobita, off to school and her husband, Nobisuke, to his office.
The moment they left, she also left the house and came to the hotel I had ordered her to visit.
It was all a stage just for her, and I was already in the hotel room with a lot of props for our little play, waiting for my dear MILF to arrive.
Not long later, she entered with a nervous and confused expression. I pointed at the costume lying on the bed, and without a word, she changed into the scandalous black maid outfit that only sluts would wear.
The lace trim did little to hide the bulging of her breasts, and the frilly skirt was so short it barely covered her ass. Not to mention those crotchless panties, only adding to the charm.
After taking in the sight and feeling a surge of satisfaction, I led her to another room down the hall.
However, the moment she stepped inside, the air was sucked from her lungs. Her eyes widened in shock, and she screamed subconsciously.
"Nobisuke!!"
She instinctively rushed to her husband, who was tied to a heavy wooden chair with his mouth stuffed with a gag, his eyes wide with a horror that was directed right at her, or rather, at the slutty getup she was in.
But before Tamako could run, I grabbed her hand and pulled her back and asked in a dangerous tone, "Are you sure you want to rescue him?"
With that, I let her go, and as expected, she froze. The fight drained out of her, replaced by a look of fear and panic.
She slumped to her knees, begging me.
"Please, let Nobisuke go. I'll do anything, I promise!!! I'll obey; I won't rebel again, just please..."
Her husband had been released from the hospital recently after she returned from the hotel where she had been fucked by me. His injuries were really not that serious, and the rest were healed by Doraemon's gadget, who also returned not long later with the anywhere door.
Now, not much time had passed, and she thought everything would be alright, only to see this scene again.
Regardless, I ignored her pathetic begging. Instead, I hooked my finger and ordered her to come close. Tamako swallowed hard, her gaze shifting back to her husband, who had the same robotic expression of shock.
A knot of unease tightened in her stomach, and she felt something was wrong, but there was no time to process it, and she remained unaware that the man in the chair was nothing but a replica.
Blushing with shame, she walked towards me. The small bell on her neck jingled with every step she took. When Tamako came closer, I touched her fishnet stockings with my hand and commanded.
"Kneel."
Since her Obedience and Corruption were high enough, and the situation demanded even more obedience, she knelt on the floor without hesitation, placing her hands on the low table in front of her and arching her back, presenting her ass to me like an offering.
My cock hardened in my pants, and after moving behind her, I flipped up her maid's skirt, exposing her full, round ass, split by a thin black thong and encased in the scratchy mesh of the stockings.
I licked my lips in anticipation, then picked up the whip from the table and whipped Tamako's large buttocks.
Snap!
Given that the whip was a toy whip used by couples for BDSM roleplay, the force of the whip wasn't strong, but the sound was exceptionally crisp.
"Ah~"
Tamako moaned with a red face, which made me even more excited, and I whipped her a few more times.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
The room was filled with the sound of the whip hitting her flesh and her moans. Tamako's body swayed back and forth from the whipping, and the bell around her neck continued to ring.
I only stopped when her buttocks glowed a satisfying, angry red, and the skin was hot to the touch.
Tossing the whip aside, I hooked my fingers into the coarse mesh of her fishnet stockings and tore a hole.
She was wearing the black crotchless panties I had given her that could only cover her clitoris, and my fingers easily slid into her moist vagina.
The whipping had done its work, and she was already dripping wet. When I withdrew my fingers, a thick, clear strand of her juices stretched for a moment before breaking.
"You really are a masochistic little bitch," I laughed, holding my glistening fingers up for her to see. "Soaking wet after a few spankings. And right in front of your husband, too."
"Ha… Ha…"
Tamako blushed in shame and breathed heavily, not directly answering my question. Her panicked eyes darted towards the man in the chair, who chose that exact moment to begin struggling, as if the sight of his wife's degradation was finally too much to bear.
His pathetic writhing was useless, but her attention on him was a transgression I could not allow, and so I immediately slapped her.
Smack!
"Damn bitch! Your Master is right here, schooling your worthless ass. Where the fuck are you looking? You're trying to rebel again?!"
"N-no, it's not like that..." She stammered and tried to explain, but I grabbed her face and stopped her before she could.
Then I took out a few instruments from the corner, including a BDSM rope, and I began to wrap the rope around her body.
I quickly bound her arms behind her back, forcing her breasts forward. Within minutes, she was completely tied and kneeling on the floor, positioned exactly like the bitch in heat she was.
At the same time, I picked up a softer, flogger-style whip and resumed the whipping on her already-red ass.
"You fucking bitch, you deserve every last stroke of this," I laughed while beating her.
"Woo~"
Tamako's eyes were now covered by a tight blindfold, and her mouth was stuffed with a rubber ball gag, so she could only let out these desperate muffled hums of pain and pleasure.
To complete the masterpiece, I shoved a powerful vibrator deep into her dripping pussy, and although she was being beaten, her vaginal fluid flowed all over the floor.
Smack!
"Look at you, you fucking whore. Even when your ass is getting beaten, your cunt is dripping like a broken faucet. Have you been holding back for that long? It's simple, Tamako. All you have to do is say you're my bitch and beg me to fuck your tight little cunt, and I'll stop. How about it?"
I said to Tamako while holding the whip. Although it was a soft whip, when struck repeatedly, it still hurt.
So when Tamako heard those words, she was already in tears, but still shook her head desperately.
"Woo woo~"
"You really don't know what's good for you."
I slapped her harder again.
Tamako groaned after being whipped like this, but still refused to obey me. It wasn't that she didn't want to say it. She'd screamed those exact words to me a dozen times before when we were alone. But now, with her husband watching, she couldn't do it.
Her situation was different from Michiko's.
Michiko had to accept me in her heart, while Tamako had to fall into the lust and pleasure I provided her. And her husband was the last thread holding her sanity.
Regardless, I was in no hurry. I walked up to Tamako and grabbed her hair with my hands.
"Don't worry," I whispered in a venomous tone. "I'll make you obey me, piece by piece."
To emphasize my point, I placed the sole of my shoe on the back of her head, pressing her face into the floor as I gave her ass a hard slap.
"Woo~!"
Tamako screamed, but no sound came out.
Seeing this, I let her up and grabbed another prop from the table, which was a thick, black candle. I lit it with a lighter and tilted the candle towards Tamako's large buttocks.
"No, this..." Her muffled plea was full of genuine fear as she saw the flame.
"Relax, it's a low-temperature candle. It won't burn your pretty little ass." I laughed wildly and pinched Tamako's butt with my hand, then waited for the candle to drip.
In no time, a single drop of hot wax slowly dripped onto Tamako's buttocks under my gaze.
"Hmm~"
The burning sensation of the candle made Tamako moan. Although it was a low-temperature candle, the moment it touched her buttocks, a burning feeling stimulated Tamako, sending a sharp, stinging jolt that shot straight to her clit.
She began to wiggle her ass, trying to dodge the next drip, but to my eyes, it looked more like a temptation, as if begging for more.
Nevertheless, I made sure that the wax would accurately drip onto Tamako's butt every time.
By the time the candle was half-melted, a good third of her ass was covered in a beautiful, bumpy pattern of black wax.
Once I had my fun, I blew out the flame and tossed the candle aside.
The rest of the night was a blur of training, a masterpiece of pain and pleasure designed to break her will completely.
And it worked.
By the time the dream was about to end, she was a sobbing, moaning mess with her mind completely broken.
Through the gag, she was begging me, pleading for me to fuck her pussy, and the man tied to the chair was completely forgotten by her.
In the face of my cock, nothing else existed.
Of course, because it was a dream, the immediate impact of it was slightly diluted in the real world, but it was more than enough to get the results I needed.
The proof was the congratulatory notifications from the system, along with the reward that appeared in my vision the moment I woke up.
[Congratulations…]