Fantasy to Reality – Ch. 05

Chapter 5

Saturday night on Sunset Blvd is insane. Last night, when I left the studio I was energized and floating on a cloud, aware of all the activity around me. Tonight, all was silent. I walked past the same tourists and locals, revelers and lovers, pimps and pushers, but I did not fit in. I was in a cloud, not floating atop one.

At first, I did think the sexual attack had been planned by Master, to ratchet up the action with his new model. I did trust him, and did my best to act the brutalized victim. I loved the feeling of being immobilized and vanquished.

When Mistress Vanessa arrived, I was not totally surprised. I envy her sexy body, perfect to be a mistress or a slave. While we orgasmed together, I thought of Teryn, how I wish we had a similar relationship. I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. I was now another $600 richer, but at what cost? At no cost, I decided. My dreams come true, and being paid for living the life I imagined.

I cannot believe I begged Master, as a bitch in heat, to rape me. Thank god, he just laughed at the foolish desires of a slut.

I walked towards the bus stop and innocently turned my head to check out the window display of a froyo shop. ‘OMG,’ I nearly exclaimed.

She was collared, and cuffed. Her hair was tied back with a scrunchy, revealing large hoop earrings. Her septum was pierced and her mouth was seductively open. I stared at myself, a bold temptation forming in my mind. Shockingly bold. Dare I? The decision not yet made, I pulled on my hoodie to hide at least some of my new look.

My mind played chess. I could use the key that was still in my bag. Or I could return to my shared apartment, boldly, and confront Teryn with the new me. What would she do, or rather, what could she do?

This was not exactly a brain storm, more of a pussy storm. Vanessa had aroused me so, turned me into a wet noodle. My throbbing nipples were the deciding factor.

It was still early, not even 6. I knew Teryn was likely to be home. I wasn’t sure if she had made plans for tonight

Unashamed, I took the bus home. I know I got stares, because even so close to Hollywood, it was unusual to see a slave girl out in the open. But how much could they see? Certainly the steel cuffs on my ankles. Maybe they would think I was an escaped convict. I smiled and leaned my head against the bus window, plugged in my music and tried to relax. I was so tempted to reach under my top and thumb a drumming nipple.

I had a short walk from where the bus let me off, to make any final decisions. I chose to flip my septum piercing up, hiding it from view. I let my hair down to minimize the hoops and frame the collar. One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go…up the steps to our apartment.

“Hey, babe, you home?” I called cheerfully as I opened the door.

“Yeah, hi hon, you’re home early,” Teryn called from her bedroom.

“Yes, want to go out tonight and spend some of my hard earned money?” I responded, moving towards her room, my heart hammering on my rib cage. No turning back. Tempted to flip down my nose ring. Lifting the hoodie to reveal the steel. Nearing her bedroom door, hearing her feet pad towards me.

“Haha, I wanna hear all…,” Teryn stepped out from her room and stopped dead in her tracks, mouth agape. I smiled widely, confidently, comfortable in my new appearance. But I was still quaking inside. I needed Teryn’s approval.

“What, I mean,…” she hadn’t moved, only stared, slowly scanning her roommate. I said nothing, just snaked my arms outward, like an Egyptian slave girl might, turning my body, the smile never wavering. I wanted her to reach out to me.

“Whatya, think?” I asked, trying to take the initiative, to make something happen.

“What is that around your neck?” she finally blurted out.

“A steel collar,” I replied, stating the obvious, but moving closer. “Touch it, it won’t bite back,” now only inches from my roomie.

She reached out and cautiously fingered the steel, parting my hair to look behind my neck, grazing the bite mark that Mistress had inflicted. “Why is it around your neck and…”

Now or never, not wanting to respond to the obvious question about the hickey. “It was what I wore for today’s shoot. You like?”

Teryn stepped back and suddenly the cat released her tongue. “What do you mean for today’s shoot? What kind of shoot was it? I mean, I mean, what role were you playing?”

“A slave girl.” Simple response, no way to misunderstand that.

“A slave girl! What kind of slave girl? Were you naked, I mean, was this like a pornographic shoot.” I just stared back with a grin. “You mean you were photoed or videoed or whatever in a pornographic movie? That is what you are doing? I thought you were modeling, like clothes or cosmetics or something.”

“Can we go into the living room so I can explain?” I asked, stepping around her and moving to the couch in the shared living room. Teryn followed, plopping into the lounge chair.

“OK, Teryn, think about it. How many Asians on the short side, with no connections, with no experience, do you know that can make $1500 in only a short number of hours of work?” I picked up my bag, which was at my feet, and pulled out a handful of hundred dollar bills.

“You’re doing this for money? I mean, you are throwing away your reputation for money? I don’t get it? And why is the collar and those metal things locked on your wrists and ankles? What were you thinking? Do you have any idea what your parents…” The dam had burst.

“Ok, look, I am going to tell you something that no one else in the world knows about me. I need you, I need your support and friendship and love, and yes, even your respect. Just give me a chance to explain.”

She nodded and for the next 30 minutes I took her on a ride from Colorado Blvd up to the present, leaving out some, but telling her so much of what had happened. “…and no, he did not fuck me and yes, I am still a virgin.” Technically, at least. I did not tell her that I begged Master to rape me.

When I told her briefly about Prix Chic, and pointed out my henna kef, I decided enough was enough and did not mention the hidden septum ring. I did pull my hair back with the scrunchy, revealing the large hoops. Teryn did not interrupt, just stared and squirmed in the chair.

“And so I am begging you, can you still love me, can we still be best friends, can you understand me and what I am doing? And can we go get something to eat, will you go with me, cause I am starving,” I ended it with a laugh.

Teryn nodded, uncoiled herself like a cat from the chair, and walked over to me. Taking both hands, she assisted me to rise from the couch, and within seconds, we were probing each other’s mouth, passionately sealing our love for each other. No words were necessary. Relief washed over me.

Her hands traced a path down the front of my top, stopping at my rock-hard nipples. My hands were roaming without purpose, but I made no attempt to stop her. I felt her feel my nipples, standing at attention, wrapped in thin leather. I moaned, and she echoed in reply.

We broke our kiss. Her eyes stared into mine, questioning, wondering, and I nodded. She reached under my top, her delicate fingertips walking up my chest, touching my nipples, feeling the leather tie. I was panting in lust, aroused by her tenderness. She lifted my top as I raised my arms to assist her. She saw. I whispered, “Yes, he tied the bows when I left.” She bent her head, her tongue touching my engorged nipples. My head was bent, looking up to the ceiling, wanting the moment to last forever.

After a minute or so, Teryn helped to pull my top down and whispered. “Yes. I can. I love you and you can trust me to keep your secret. And you are paying for dinner, right?” We both laughed and hugged.

“Do you need to shower before we go? Or do you need to change?” she asked me.

“No, not really. The studio has a dressing room and I showered there. If it is ok with you, I will just go like this.”

“I can smell us, do you care?” she asked, very serious.

“No, not at all,” I smiled.

“K, just gimme a sec to grab my bag,” and she walked from the room, as I tried to regain some composure. I felt heavenly. Not submissive, not dominant, just equal, just us.

She was back in seconds, a smile on her face. “If we run into anyone, you explain. Right?”

“Sure,” I said. “Of course.”

We held hands and headed into Westwood.

I had set up the videos and the still photos on two different computer screens so I could easily grab the stills when we saw something special in the videos. I wanted to send Jenn a few pictures tonight to keep her juices flowing.

Van and I enjoyed the champagne while making commentary on the videos. Sometimes lewd and crude, sometimes making important observations on how Jenn had reacted to the various stimuli she had experienced. Van was the closest thing I had to a ‘buddy.’ I had no male friends, just a few male acquaintances or paid models/actors. Men bore me. Never been into the whole male bonding thing.

Van and I had a lot in common. We had similar tastes in women, especially the submissive ones, whether they had yet realized what they were and what they wanted, or not. She especially enjoyed the ones that didn’t know and needed to be shown, even if it was somewhat against their will. I think she liked the challenge of bending them until they were fully aware what they had always wanted and had denied themselves.

Myself, I had always been drawn to the ones that knew or suspected that they needed to be dominated even though they were strong individuals. They were searching for someone that could give them what they needed so badly. Both types were fun, just different. The training techniques for each were also different.

Jenn fell into the latter category. She most definitely knew, unequivocally, what she wanted and needed, a Master and the more Gorean the better. None of the wimps she had met in the past would do. That did make it easier for her to keep her promise to her mom, but conversely her Mom provided a rationalization in her mind as to why she kept her virginity. Both were true, but neither completely. It depended on the situation, what she chose to believe at that moment.