Fantasy to Reality – Ch. 07

Chapter 7

“Teryn.”

“Mistress Teryn, right?”

Teryn and I were standing in front of the building, having just left Master’s studio.

“Please, let’s stop this charade. This is not what I want.” I stood my ground, standing face to face. The leash hung from my neck to Teryn’s hand. My hands were on my hip; enough of this!

“Charade? What charade, hon? Who is collared and cuffed, leashed, a nose ring and her nipples stretched by metal sleeves. This is you, hon, all you, and I am here to support you.”

“Support me! Nothing that happened today had my approval. Nothing! And instead of helping me, you have made it worse.”

“I don’t see it that way, babe. I don’t see it that way at all.” While she spoke, she pulled my phone from her back pocket! I watched, wondering what she was up to. I could see her hitting speed dial. I hoped she wasn’t calling Master. I wanted to go home and not suffer more humiliation.

“Hi, yes Mrs. Hu, just me calling to say hi. She’s fine, acting her usual wild and forgettable self…” I tried to grab the phone, but she easily fended me off. Suddenly she turned on me, with an evil expression. Covering the phone, she whispered, “Unless you want your mom to see a number of very revealing pictures, you will instantly say ‘I am your slave, Mistress.’ Now,” she hissed.

What choice did I have? I would have to resolve this later. “I am your slave, Mistress,” I whispered.

“Yes, sorry, Jenn just walked in. Jenn, you haven’t called your mom for days, so I did it for you,” and she handed my phone to me.

“Hi Mom. Yes, sorry, Teryn is right. I have been so busy the past week, you know, with school and… yes, she is thoughtful… next weekend? Really, mom, this is the hardest time of the quarter.”

For the next five minutes, I made excuses, alternated lifting one foot, then the other in frustration. The entire time Teryn stood there, holding my leash, with a smug look on her face. When I finally hung up, I was crestfallen. I couldn’t let my mom hear what I was doing.”

“I’ll take that, until you demonstrate you meant what you said. And yes, you know I have your mom’s number on mine and next time you will pay for your disobedience.” I handed her my phone.

“Please, please don’t do this to me?”

“You silly slut. I would bet anything that if I reached under your skirt, you would be wet as a noodle. Am I wrong?”

I did not respond.

Jerking on the leash, she said, “I asked you if I am wrong. Respond correctly, now!”

“No, you are not wrong, Mistress, but that is not really me. I can’t control what my body does under stress.”

“Right, sure. You are what you are, and I am going to enjoy every moment. Let’s go, I’m hungry.”

“Please, Mistress, at least remove the leash for now. Please, and let me flip up the nose ring.”

“Let it not be said I don’t have compassion for your condition. So pick one or the other. Leash or ring.”

“Leash, please.” The lesser of two evils.

Teryn jerked on the leash, and I staggered forward. “Respond correctly, slave.”

“Please, Mistress, remove the leash.”

She reached up and unhooked the leash. I actually felt free, yet I knew that anyone looking at me would think Goth or worse.

And just as suddenly, Teryn changed. From being cruel and heartless, she linked her arm in mine and we waltzed down the street together. “Let’s find a nice restaurant and celebrate, ok?

It was my money I knew she would be spending, but I decided not to say anything. Maybe Teryn had had her fun and now we could get back to normal, though I certainly did not look normal. “Sure, Mistress.”

“Oh, that’s ok for now, Jenn. Let’s set that aside until another time, ok?” A huge smile and I could not help echoing that smile.

“Yes, thanks! I am so relieved. Teryn, really, this is not…”

“Hey, hey, no more about it, let’s just find a nice place to eat and enjoy ourselves.”

“Ok, fine, thanks.”

“You know, I have always wanted to try Mizumo’s. I heard their sushi bar is out of this world. Ok?”

“Yes, but I am not sure exactly where it is, do you?”

“Only take a second,” and she found on her phone that it was about 8 blocks away, going in the opposite direction from where we were headed. That meant passing Master’s studio, and I wanted to avoid that completely.

“I’m too tired to walk that far,” I complained.

“Ok, fine, and with the money you are making there is no need to bus it anymore, right? Taxi?”

“Yeah, sure, ok.”

“I am not sure what the fare might be. You have some smaller bills. I would hate to give him $100 and hope for change,” Teryn said.

“Yeah, I think so. You hail the cab and I will check my wallet.” I had plenty of money and in moments we were sitting in the back seat of a cab headed east on Sunset. $15 later, including tip, we arrived.

Mizumo’s is a hot spot on Friday and Saturday, I was sure, but not that busy early Sunday evening. Dinner went well. I got plenty of stares, but with the spiky hair, nose ring, and leather straps on my wrists and ankles, that was to be expected. I tried to make myself inconspicuous, but I still stood out in the somewhat crowded restaurant.

While waiting for our mochi to finish off the meal, I said I needed to use the restroom. I had gone when taking my shower, and I didn’t exactly have to go, but the conversation had lagged and I wanted to check myself out.

“No.”

Teryn’s terse response surprised me. “No? Really, I need to go,” and I started to get up.

“I said ‘no,’ slave. Hold it until we get home.” What had happened? We had been enjoying our meal, just like old times, and suddenly Teryn turned, Jekyll became Hyde. I just stared at her, thinking for a moment she might be joking, but no smile crossed her face.

The mochi arrived, we ate in silence, and Teryn slid $100 into the folder holding the bill. She immediately rose and said, not in a whisper, “Let’s go, slut.” I am not sure if anyone heard it or not, but I did not want to risk further humiliation, so I immediately followed her from the restaurant, like an obedient puppy.

A cab was right there and we got in. Teryn directed him to our apartment. I didn’t know what to say, so I stayed silent. When we arrived she got out on her side and turning back, said, “Tip him generously, slave.” I quickly did so and caught up to her at the door to our apartment.

She had already opened the door and was standing in the entrance way. “Turn around, slave.”

“Teryn, why…” From behind her back the leather leash appeared and she whipped it across my thigh.

“I said turn around, facing out the door.” I obeyed. “Back in. Put your hands behind your back, slave, and stand there.” I obeyed, terrified of feeling her wrath again. I heard some movement as she seemed to be fishing around in the gym bag. She grabbed my wrists and after some twisting and turning, I heard a click. My wrists were locked together.

“Back up further, slave.” I did, and she closed the door. “Shut your eyes and open your mouth, slave.” Please be a joke, please tell me this is all for fun. I obeyed, and immediately felt something pulled into my mouth, hard rubber. I tried to scream, but she pulled me back into the room with considerable force. I stumbled back, my arms useless, my back bowed, and felt her strap the gag tightly into my mouth. I tried to scream again, but it was just a muffled yelp. Only when it was tight, did she let up the pressure. I straightened and she turned me forcefully. She pulled me by an elbow until we reached the hallway mirror and then turned me to face it.

“ngoooooooooo,” I wailed. The gag was like a horse’s bridle, but worse was the collar around my neck. SLUT. I had worn it all evening, showing it to the world. No wonder I had so many stares.

I was panting in fear and shock. She was all smiles. “Yes, slut, this is the real you, the new you, the you from now on. And you owe me two.”

Teryn flipped my top over my head, but with my hands bound, she could not get it off. She flicked my exposed and stretched nipples, causing me to screech and try to beg for mercy. “Maybe we can accelerate the process, if I change to the next longest metal sleeve now, rather than tomorrow morning,” she said, looking straight into my eyes. I shook my head no, and tried to exclaim through the rubber bit, “ngooooo, eeeeeze!”

“Hmmm. Anyway, you said you needed to pee at the restaurant, so let’s do that.” She hooked the leash and pulled me not gently to my bathroom. Once inside, she pulled my skirt down and I stepped out of it. “So many things in the way. Your skirt, this top, your virginity, haha. Nice K, by the way.” As she spoke, she traced the kef on my thigh, then lifted the seat to the toilet, as though a guy were about to pee.

“Step straight ahead and straddle the toilet facing the wall.” She pulled me forward, so I had my legs on both sides of the bowl. Or course, I complained, but to no avail. When I was over the bowl, she said, “Now pee. Squat further down, slave, but don’t sit. Now do it!”

Never have I been so embarrassed. Once again, I was panting; fearful, distressed, and humiliated. The first dribbles went down my thighs, but then the steady stream began to flow. “I wish we had a back yard,” Teryn said. “Then you could pee outside like a dog.” Every sentence she spoke was hurtful.

As I peed, I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was stripping off her clothes. In the past, when she sauntered through the apartment naked, her unmarked body had always been a delicious feast for my eyes. But now the contrast between my marked and enslaved body and her unfettered one was dramatic. I knew I was inferior to her, and this difference in naked appearance made it clear.

When I finished, she took my skirt to wipe away the pee on my thighs, a little dribble around the lip of the bowl, and flushed the toilet. Tossing my soiled skirt in the shower, she backed me away from the toilet and ordered me to my knees. “My turn,” and she put down the seat and sat. Still holding the leash, she pulled me forward, ordering me to inch closer on my knees.

Her pussy was neatly shaven, just like mine used to be. A little triangle of hair pointing north from her pussy. “Rest your chin on the front, slave, while I pee.” She pulled me closer until I was inches away from her pussy, and she began to pee. I could see and smell her urine as it shot into the toilet. “Would you like to lick away the last drops?”