Fantasy to Reality – Ch. 03

Chapter 3

I stepped out of the building, the $100 still poking out of my halter top. I was walking on clouds and my heart was still racing. I looked left and right, then straight ahead and just smiled a mile wide. I did it! I wanted to shout with glee.

I looked at the hundred and started to laugh, loudly and joyfully. Relief coursed through my veins and then a thought hit me. If anyone walked by right now, seeing the bill showing out of my skimpy top, they would conclude I was a happy hooker with a generous tip! And you know what, I didn’t care. No one would know me here and I just got a job that was a fantasy come true!

Sunset Blvd is alive day and night. Tourists and locals mingle in a menagerie ranging from ordinary to otherworldly. I pulled the spiked leather collar from my bag and strapped it around my neck, tight. I doubted anyone would give me a second look.

I walked towards the bus stop, the smile not fading. I felt the stickiness of my thighs, and I wanted to stop and play with myself. ‘Get a hold on, girl,’ I thought happily. Unbridled joy, having found an outlet for my long repressed fantasies. I pulled the $100 from my top, and pushed it deeply into my bag. I felt the leather, considered stopping right there and cuffing my ankles and wrists, and then decided to revel in the anticipation and wait until I was back home.

The sun had set when I arrived back at my apartment. “Teryn,” I called, hoping she was not home, and she was not. My heart was beating as I raced to my bedroom, shut the door and began to undress. I wanted to masturbate so badly. Then I paused, at war with my desires. I removed the hot and sexy collar.

Priorities. Main meal before dessert. I quickly took several selfies for Master. If anyone saw them, nothing would seem out of the ordinary. Short dress in one picture, cut-off shorts in another, girl-next-door smile in one, bad-ass girl stare in the next. Just another coed trying to act desirable, I laughed to myself. I sent the pictures to his cell and quickly stripped.

In seconds, the cuffs were tightly strapped around my wrists and ankles. The collar was tight against my neck. I was a Gorean slave girl. I stood before the mirror, hands locked behind my head, breasts thrust out, legs spread and pussy aflame. I couldn’t wait.

Propping one foot on the top of the desk, trying to replicate the fingerings of Mistress Vanessa, I knew I could force a cum in seconds. I withdrew my fingers, took a selfie with my legs spread, set the phone down, grabbed my wet panties from the floor, stuck them in my mouth to muffle any sound, and seconds later exploded in my second orgasm as a “slave.” I crumbled to the floor, not wanting the moment to end, extracting all possible magma from my throbbing pussy. I sighed and lay in wonder and satisfaction, my fingers plunging in and out.

I must have fallen asleep. “Jenn! Hey, wanna get something to eat?” Teryn. She was home and I was in a naked heap, smelling of musk, my fingers imbedded in my cunt, the embers still aglow. The door!

It was not unusual for us to barge right into each other’s room. I scrambled to my feet, racing to the far corner closet. “Yeah, hi Teryn, gimme a few. I was napping,” I smiled and shouted back. “I gotta take a shower first. I was working out after classes today.” Amazing, not one lie had escaped from my lips, so far anyway.

“K. Move your ass, girl. I’m hungry,” Teryn replied.

I fumbled with the collar and cuffs, removing them and flipping them to the back of the closet. I opened the window to air out the room, and walked to my bathroom, connected to my bedroom. She might walk into my bedroom, but we have never walked into each other’s bathroom without permission. Teryn had retreated to her room and several minutes later, I was showered and clean, all evidence of my eruption washed away.

We walked into the village for a veggie burger, shared some sweet potato fries, and chatted about the day. Oh, how I wanted to share my experiences, but I made my day sound as dull as possible. We talked about going out on Friday and asking a couple of guys to take us to a movie premiere. Always less expensive when the guys are along, right? They gotta treat or appear cheap in mixed company. Men are so easy to manipulate. Just flash a smile and some skin, and hop on the magic carpet for some free entertainment.

I checked my phone often during the meal and walk, hoping for a message from Master. Nothing.

We both had a light day on Thursday, so normally there was no rush to get back. But I had ants in my pants and could hardly wait to collar and cuff myself again. Teryn was simply not convenient today. I lied that I had a major paper due tomorrow and I had only started. She accepted my words and we got back to our place before 8:30.

We didn’t lock the doors to our bedrooms. That would have seemed strange, but I shut it and tossed my heavy bag with a few books in front of the door, just in case. That might give me an extra 3 or 4 seconds, if needed. In moments, I was a Gorean female, naked except for the black leather.

I picked up my phone, unable to refrain, and called him.

“Hello.”

“Hi. This is Jennifer. Just checking you got my photos.”

“Yes, in fact, I just finished shopping them and I’ll send them back to you so you can see what I meant.”

“That’s great, thanks.”

Pregnant pause.

“Was there anything else?” he asked.

“I just wanted to say I want the job.”

“I thought you wanted to think about it and check what I meant about how I could photoshop to hide your true identity.”

“No, I mean, I am sure what you say is true and I don’t want to seem hesitant. I trust you.”

“That’s good to hear. But there is trust and there is trust.” He paused, but I sensed what he meant. “What are you wearing right now?”

He must know. He can tell it in my voice. “Nothing.”

“Haha, I am not surprised,” he chuckled.

For just a moment, I flared inside. Why would he say that? I was not that kind of girl, at least not usually.

“I doubt you are totally naked.”

“Um, I have on the collar and cuffs you let me borrow.”

“And?”

“Nothing else.”

“What about your hoop earrings? They tell a lot about you, you know, especially if you have read as many Gorean books as you said earlier.”

Yes, the hoops. I never thought much about them anymore. I knew the symbolic meaning on Gor, that only slave girls wore them. “Yes, Sir,” I quietly confirmed.

“Nadu,” he spoke harshly into the phone. Immediately I dropped to my knees, spreading them widely, back straight, my breasts thrust out. “Put the phone on speaker and set it on the floor. Place your hands in the appropriate location.” I obeyed immediately.

“How many times have you masturbated since you left me earlier?”

“Once, Master,” I revealed.

“Only once, slave? Tell me about it.”

Hesitantly, I did.

“That was hours ago. What have you done since, slave?”

“I went to have dinner with my roomie and just got back a few minutes ago.”

“So the first thing you did upon returning was to strip and call me?”

“Yes, Sir,” I quietly admitted.

“I noticed today that you are not completely shaven below the neck. Nice trim, but I want you to shave completely for our first official shoot.” I guess it was not asking too much. I was not committed to my ‘little triangle’ of pussy hair.

“Yes, Sir, I will. When would you like me for the shoot?”

“I was thinking Friday after school. Might run a little late, like 12 a.m. Is that a problem?”

I thought of Teryn briefly, but I could hardly use that as an excuse. After all, this was my chance!

“Not a problem, no Sir.”

“Stand, slave. Take a picture of yourself and send it to me now. If you trust me, showing your face. If not, then neck down.”

“Like this? I mean, naked?” I asked stupidly, regretting my words instantly.

“Of course, slave. Now!”

I stood before the mirror. The first picture showed all of me. What should I do? My heart was beating so fast. How could I send him this photo? I barely knew him!

I retook the picture, making sure my face was hidden from my nose up. It looked ok. It would have to do. I sent it, my breathing rapid and ragged.

In seconds, my phone rang. “Hello.”

“I realize you might not trust me with your face, but look at the rest of your posture. It is, in a word, regrettable!”

“I’m sorry, I…”

“Then retake it, and convince me you are the right slave for the job.”

I was no longer thinking clearly. I was reacting to his commands and my need to get the job. I set the timer, stood far enough back to make sure I would not be cropped top nor bottom, and stood as I had before the mirror. Legs spread, hands locked behind my back, collar, cuffs, and hoops visible. I didn’t even think of whether to smile or not, but when I saw the picture, with my mouth agape, it told the truth. I was a slave in heat. I sent the picture.

Moments later, I was rewarded with his praise. “That’s more like it. See you Friday at 3. Make sure you are shaved. It doesn’t really matter what you wear, I will have everything you need when you arrive.”

“Yes, Sir.” He hung up before the words were out of my mouth. I just stared at the phone. ‘What have I done?” I asked myself.

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I cut off the phone abruptly to let her mind catch up on what had just happened. Sending a naked and very incriminating picture to a near stranger? I could almost feel her panic right now. However, once she had a little time to think about it, she already knew she would be naked, or close to it, for any photo shoot with me and the poses, props, etc would be far more shocking than this one nude picture.

Now I was also thinking about the brief conversation. I had told her I would send the altered pictures. She had said thanks and also said it didn’t matter because she trusted me. That was, of course, before I essentially ordered her to send the latest and most revealing picture. I decided to wait an hour for her to stew about what had just happened. It would give me time to shop this recent picture as well and send them all back to her. That would restore her trust in me and make her very anxious for our next meeting. She may or may not even realize that I would always have the originals. The idea may never even come up unless necessary.