The time flew. I had a few photos to send to Jennifer and asked Vanessa if she wanted to talk to Jenn or leave her a message. Rhetorical question, I realized, when I saw Van’s wicked grin. I had to laugh at her.
I loaded the selected pictures into my phone then sent the first one of Van leading Jenn around the studio on all fours on the leash. Her pretty little round ass mostly showing from under the short leather skirt. This one was from their first meeting, of course. I had my reasons for starting slow.
I waited a few minutes then dialed her number. My timing was more perfect than I could have imagined or hoped for.
“Hello,” spoke her slightly nervous voice.
“Hello, kajira. I hope you liked the picture I just sent, though I will send you more later. What are you doing right now? Is my slave home alone and masturbating?”
“No, Sir. I am out to dinner with Teryn, my roommate.”
“Oh. Tell me about Teryn, and does she know yet about your new adventures?”
There was a little hesitation, but I had no doubt that even things like this would turn her on.
“Master. I have begun telling Teryn about what I have been doing at the studio. She was shocked at first. Maybe still is, but accepts it as I had hoped.”
“Good. Let me talk to her.” Might as well push the envelope.
“But, um…” Clearly a quandary.
“Slut, give her the phone, now.” Harsh, but necessary.
“Hello?” Ah, the sweet sound of a young female. I had no idea what she looked like, but I was quite confident she was worth more than a second look. I forgot to ask if she was Asian, but I assumed she might be. The voice that came on the phone was confident, yet cautious.
“This is Teryn.”
“Good. Hello, Teryn, I know you don’t know me yet, but I am very impressed with your roomie. She is a novice, but has the makings for a very special model.”
“Uh, huh.” I could hardly expect her to initiate the conversation.
“So, what do you think of your roomie’s new look?”
“It’s different, I mean, yeah, very sexy.” A pleasant giggle.
“Yes, she is, and my bet is so is her roomie,” I countered.
“Haha.”
“Really, and with the right training, well, who knows.” I had planted several seeds, time to water them. “I know things about your Jennifer that you are just beginning to learn. I do not know what your relationship is with her. Just roomies, best friends, sexual, romantic, or any combination of those. But what I do know is that you have much to learn about her no matter what revelations she has just shared with you. I also know that you care enough about her that you are concerned about who I am and what she is getting into. Am I right?”
“Yes, of course,” she responded without hesitation.
“I respect that and want to put your mind at ease. Do you want to know more? Have I piqued your curiosity?”
“Yes, sure, I want to know more. What do I call you? Jenn may call you Master, but what is your name?”
“Sir will do for now, if only in deference to my age. What you call me in the future will be determined by who and what you are inside. I already have a feeling about that. Jenn is only permitted to call me Master or Sir. We will discuss that in more detail later.”
“OK.”
“First a question. Are her new fuck-me hoops evident?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What do you think about them?”
“They suit her well,” I think. “The silver compliments her throat collar and the wide bangles, or whatever you call them, on her wrists and ankles.”
“They are called ‘cuffs.’ Common slave and bondage wear. Is she showing her new piercing? A septum ring.”
“Wha! No, she isn’t. I could not even imagine her with one.”
“Tell her to pull it into view and leave it there for the evening. A slave should not hide her adornments.” I heard her relay my message, noting her almost verbatim edict, “Your Master says that a slave should not hide her adornments.”
“Oh my. I would never have guessed.”
“Good. Though you may have seen the goth students wearing them, this has a different meaning for a slave as you can probably imagine. You can ponder that later. Describe exactly what you see, her body language, posture, the position of her hands, etc.”
“She has been looking down at the table, but now she just looked up. She is kinda slumped in the chair, haha, but is sitting up straighter now. Her hands are under the table, so yeah.”
“I am fairly certain this conversation has aroused her more than you know. I am betting she is dripping. To prove my point, I want you to find out. Not because I said so, but because you are curious to know. Am I right?”
“Not really, well, I guess.”
“Just let me prove my point about how much I already know about your roomie, after only a few days. If you can do this discretely enough, slide your hand up between her legs and see if she is wet. She is wearing no panties, as I have instructed her. You can ask her about that if you like.”
I could hear Teryn’s question. “Jenn. He says you are wearing no panties, because he told you not to. Is that true? Tell me.”
“He is right. He has told me never to wear panties or bra.”
There was a silence then for several seconds and I waited.
“You were right. She not only is wearing no panties, she is so slippery and wet that she is turning me on as well. This is really new to me. I have never seen this side of her, ever.”
“I have no doubt of that. You are only beginning to learn what she needs. Would you like to accompany her on her next photo shoot? I think this would be a very good thing. Not only would you feel better about her safety, you would further understand who and what she is down deep. Things you need to know.”
She agreed in a heartbeat. Then I told her, “Teryn, Jennifer is a very special young woman. I cannot begin to explain now, but you will learn, if you want to take this journey with her. It may be the adventure of your life as well. Now, there are a few things I want you to do. Trust me. You won’t regret it. Will you trust me, or at least give me a chance to earn your trust?”
“Yes, I guess so.”
“Thank you. She has a key for her collar and cuffs. I think you should be in charge of that. Tell her to give it to you and start putting a little authority in your voice. Let her know this is a command coming from you now. Not directly from me.” I could hear her. She was doing well. I had a feeling she would make a great prot�g�, though more for Vanessa than myself. But I would get the ball rolling.
“I have it. Now what?”
“One last thing, when you leave the restaurant, take her wrist cuffs and clip them together behind her back. You only have to turn the holes meant for other types of locks and there will be an opening. Do both of them and they will easily clip together. Even that slight bit of control and feeling of helplessness will start her juices flowing more than you can imagine. Use your own creativity after that and have a fun night with her. We will have a lot to talk about tomorrow. Now, give the phone back to her.”
I waited a few seconds then my slave was back.
“Yes, Master?”
“I am impressed. She must be very open-minded and I think she has potential. Tell me more about her. Do you think she is submissive like you, or do you think she is more of a Domme? And, what do you hope she is? Speak so she will understand my question.”
“I don’t know Master, if she is Domme, sub or even switch. But I guess I am hoping she is Domme. Master. I am blushing. She can hear and maybe other people nearby can, also.”
I didn’t know Teryn at all yet, but I did know that if there was or would be anything romantic or sexual between them long term, she would have to be dominant if she wanted to keep Jenn happy.
“Slave, Teryn has already told me how wet you are and that is all that matters. Who cares if a couple people hear you. Perhaps that is one of your limits we need to explore in the future.”
“Yes Master, I am very wet.” It was not much more than a whisper.
“Louder slave. Teryn needs to hear and if a couple others do as well then so be it.”
“Master. I do not know if Teryn is Domme or sub, but yes, this talk is making me very wet.”
This was more than a minor victory. Overcoming what others might think. Perfect. We would push her limits on this soon. Public humiliation may be one thing she was not prepared for. Mental note made for the future.
“Excellent. You continue to impress me, my kajira. Now that you know your roommate is understanding, I do not want you to keep secrets from her. As I have no doubt told you already, I believe in honesty. There can be no trust without it. Tell me now. Are you still wearing the leather binding on your nipples that I tied there when you left and how do they feel? Remember, be explicit with your responses.”
“Yes, Master, I am still wearing them and my nipples are throbbing. You are torturing me and not even here. You know me so well already.”
“Of course. That is the difference in a true Master and all the others. The wannabes, the abusers. Too many submissives find them first. The wannabes are stupid. The abusers are dangerous.”
I gave the phone to Vanessa knowing it would catch Jenn off guard and not knowing nor caring what she had told Teryn about her trysts with Van. We were on speaker from the beginning so we each could hear both sides of the conversation.
“Hi slut, remember me?”
There was definitely hesitation on the other end of the line.
“Oh, come now, slut. You know you enjoyed everything I have done to you. And the picture that your Master sent only proves that. Speak or be punished the next time we meet.”
Her mind was no doubt in turmoil. I did not know how much she told Teryn about what happened with Vanessa, but she would, no doubt, have to tell her now. She may have even forgotten about the people nearby listening to the bold conversation.
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