Fantasy to Reality – Ch. 06

Chapter 6

“That was interesting,” Teryn understated.

“Yes.”

“So you told me a lot, but hardly everything. Look at me, I want to see that nose piercing.”

I could not disobey my roomie and looked at her, into her eyes just briefly, but unable to hold her gaze, I dropped my gaze to her mouth.

“What the fuck is your mom going to say when she sees the new you?

“That’s not going to happen. She freaked with my ears and belly button piercing. And since you did not notice, she won’t see the septum ring when I tuck it under, either.”

“And what about that collar and cuffs?”

“Well, they’re not permanent, so when I know she is coming, I will just take them off.”

“Really, and how will you do that. I have the key.” I looked her straight in the eyes, and though her lips smiled, I was not sure her eyes were having fun with me, or not.

“Remember, I trusted you, Teryn. Please don’t tease me like that.”

“You’re right, hon, just kidding. Anyway, I kinda lost my appetite. Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, me too. Sure.”

I signaled to the waitress, and noticed her take a second look when she saw my nose ring. I handed her $100 for the meals, and left a $10 tip before we departed, not because I was feeling generous, but because it was the smallest bill I had.

As we left the restaurant for our walk back, Teryn stopped and said, “Forgetting something, aren’t we, slave?”

I just looked quizzically at her.

“Turn around so I can figure out how to lock your wrists, as per your Master’s orders.” I obeyed, and within a few seconds, Teryn had figured it out. Her arm linked in mine, we sauntered back towards our apartment.

For more than a block, neither of us spoke. It was beginning to feel awkward. I had no idea what she was thinking, but I was sure she knew what was on my mind.

“What are you thinking?” I had to break the ice.

For several steps Teryn said nothing. Then she held her hand up to her nose, the same hand she had used to feel me under the table. With an exaggerated sniff, she inhaled, and sighed deeply. She turned her head to mine, a big smile on her face, but no words. I smiled back.

Two blocks later, my phone rang. I looked at Teryn, she looked at me. I said, “It’s in my bag.”

Teryn reached in and immediately pulled out my phone. I craned my neck to see who it was. Master! And she was opening the attachments!

“Wait, please. Just some pictures. Just put it back in my bag.”

She turned her back to me and with my arms locked behind my back, there was nothing I could do but beg, and scramble around her side.

“Oh my god,” she whispered. “This is…is…oh my god.” She turned to me with a look of shock on her face. “This is you! I can’t believe it…it’s you. Fuck!” Shock turned to a huge smile, the message clear.

“I’m sorry.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say. I know it was a lame response.

“Sorry! It looks like you are having the time of your life, and being paid nicely for it.” She tossed the phone back in my bag, and we continued, silently, arm in arm.

As we neared our apartment, the butterflies in my stomach were active. Teryn opened the door and I entered first. The moment the door shut, she turned me around and her lips attacked mine. Her hands roamed freely and I was at her mercy. Moments later, our lips parted just long enough for her to ask, “Am I wrong?” and then our tongues returned to their wrestling match.

“No,” I gasped.

“No?” she moaned. “You…want…me…to…stop?”

“Nooooo,” I never wanted this meal to end.

We staggered towards her bedroom, our lips never far apart. We flopped on her bed and immediately Teryn began to remove my skirt. “Please, release my hands,” I begged, rolling over on my stomach to make it easier for her.

“Ok, ok, lemme see how this works,” Teryn exclaimed, trying to find the unlocking latch. She would not need the key for this, I assumed, and indeed, my wrists were unlatched seconds later. And shortly thereafter, we were both naked, fighting over each other’s lips, then ear lobes, then neck, then nipples.

“What’s this?” Teryn asked in an husky voice, as she noticed the leather ties around my nipples.

“Master gift wrapped me last night.” I was proud of myself for being so creative, considering my arousal.

“Should I take them off, or…?” Her tongue began to flick at my tied nipples, and they began to thump and ache anew. When she bit down lightly, I gasped. They were so sore.

“That hurts, doesn’t it?” Teryn asked me, compassion in her voice.

“Yes, it really does.” I was in a quandary. I did not want to remove the tie, but I wanted Teryn to suck on my nipples, as I needed hers this very moment.

“I’ll be careful, Jenn, but I want to taste your little nippies, k?” She untied my right nipple and the pain was excruciating! Teryn immediately place her mouth over mine, afraid of what the neighbors might think. As the pain lessened, I merely moaned, which could easily have meant the pain was less, or our locked lips were sizzling.

“Hon, I think I should take the other one off, also. It might be, like, damaging something. Here, this will help.” She picked up her panties from the floor and while I mildly resisted, she pushed them completely into my mouth. And then she untied my left nipple and once again I screamed in pain. It felt like my nipple would explode, but after only a few seconds there was relief.

“Better?” and Teryn removed the panties from my mouth. She ministered to my slightly throbbing nipples

“Yes,” and in moments the fire was restarted, the exploration of each other’s bodies a burning need. Our hands sought each other’s hot furnaces. At some point, Teryn turned out the lights, and the night of wonder continued uninterrupted.

I was awakened by Teryn’s stretching and unwinding from our entwined limbs. “Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” I responded. The moment did not demand depth of conversation. I just rolled over on my back, watching Teryn walk to her bathroom, her luscious ass saying, “Follow me.” And so I did.

We showered together, washing each other, our lips occasionally pecking for reassurance. We nibbled each other’s nipples, until they were hard as bullets.

She drew the line, when I suggested I help her shave her pussy, to match mine. “Hey, remember, you are the porn model, not me.” She seemed to say it innocently enough, but for some reason, her comment stung.

Reading my expression, she said, “Hey, just kidding, really. I love your new look. Your septum ring is so, so barbaric, I don’t know how else to say it. The steel around your neck and wrists and ankles is as erotic as hell. And your earrings are so fuckin’ sexy.”

“Thanks,” I lamely responded.

“And what is this slightly reddish K on your thigh. I didn’t notice it last night,” and then giggling, “too many other things on my mind. Is it a tat?”

“It’s a letter than stands for the word kajira, which means slave girl in a sci fi series both Master and I have read. It’s not a tat, just henna. I really think he is trying to base my photos and videos on that.” I paused, but no comment. “Would you like to read one of those books?”

“Sure.” By now we had climbed out of the shower and were toweling each other dry. “Any other changes or things that you have done to your body that I am not noticing?”

“Uh, no, I think you have seen just about all there is of me,” I said with a smile, which was returned.

“Whatya say, some breakfast? Just as we are?” Teryn asked.

“Sure.” And so we ate toast, yogurt, and oj in the nude, totally comfortable with each other.

“What time are we leaving for the studio?” Teryn asked after a time.

“I need to stop along the way at a shop, so I think I will get to the studio about 12 or 12:30. You want to just meet me there?”

“Why can’t I go along to this other shop? Stick together, you know.”

“Yeah, um,” this was problematic. I knew that I would not leave the Prix Chic the same way as I entered. And I feared having Teryn see me submit to something that would shock her. On the other hand, having her there was guarantee that nothing would be done without my permission. “Sure, ok, then we need to leave soon.” Done.

Teryn dressed like a sexy coed should, as did I. The difference was that she surely had a bra and thong or panties, and I was allowed no underwear. In fact, when I joined her in the living room after we dressed in our own bedrooms, she asked, “No underwear, right, slave?”

And after moment’s hesitation, realizing this was the second time she had called me slave, I responded, “Right, Mistress.” Play the game. “Mistress, will you please unlock the collar and cuffs until we arrive at the shop? I promise I will put them back on, but riding the bus like this would be totally embarrassing.”

“Hm, maybe I should call your Master and ask.” Her look was serious.

“Master gave you the key, Mistress, so I think that means it is up to you, so please take them off.” I pouted my lip, as a small child might.

“I’ll make you a deal, slave. The septum ring stays exposed, the collar around your neck stays on, and make sure your hair is tied back so your hoops swing, but I will take off the wrist and ankle cuffs. And in exchange, what will you do for me?” Her grin had returned.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“Like, you are a slave girl that has just popped out of a bottle and I want three wishes that you must obey. Deal?”

Sounded very open-ended, but “Sure, ok.” And she used her key to unlock the cuffs, dropping them in my bag.

Two coeds showing lots of skin would typically get plenty of stares and the bus ride into Hollywood was no exception. But I felt safe with Teryn, so several times we encouraged even more attention by light kisses and silly giggles.

As we neared Prix Chic, my stomach began to churn. I trusted both Master and Joel, but I still had my doubts. When we arrived, I started to put on my cuffs, as I had before. “This is a piercing and tattoo shop. We’re going in here?” Teryn questioned.

“Yes.” What else could I say?

“What are you going to do?”

“I really don’t know, but Master made the appointment and the arrangements, and I trust him.” We entered the shop and stayed standing, since no one else seemed to be there. Moments later, Joel entered. I introduced Teryn, and he asked her if she had any plans while he worked on me.