How revolting! “ngooooo,” I shook my head. She just laughed and finished peeing.
“Up, slave!” She jerked on my leash, but with my arms locked, I was unable to rise. She used the leash to pull my neck upwards, and assisted me by lifting me at my armpit. “This is just not right,” she said, “not right at all,” and led me to the living room couch, where she pushed me forward over the arm. My face was in the cushion, my ass exposed to her whims.
“Legs a little wider, slave,” and I felt her kick me lightly until I managed to satisfy her. Teryn walked away for a short time and returned, dropping something fairly heavy to the floor behind me. I heard her rummaging through the bag and then the distinct sounds of chains being lifted.
“How the fuck does this thing work. Mistress Vanessa told me…oh, I see.” I felt her at my ankles and heard the distinct click. “I am going to release your arms, but don’t try anything. Remember, your mom is just a quick dial away.”
I felt her fumbling at my wrists until finally they were free. “Now, we can get this top off,” and she pulled it over my shoulders and then my head. She immediately began to latch the chains to my wrists, then pulling me up from the back of my collar, she quickly locked the final portion of the chain to my SLUT collar. I knew immediately that I had been bound in a sirik, the most elegant and sexually arousing of Gorean chainings. I moaned aloud.
“Now, that’s more like it. Down, slut, all fours. Phew, that wore me out, but I think it was worth the effort.” She straddled my body. “I don’t want to hear any sass, slave. Answer only when I ask you something.” Suddenly, my ass was on fire. She had whipped me with something and I was in agony. “Do you understand, slave?” I nodded my head up and down, and she pulled that dreadful bit gag from my mouth.
I licked my dry lips. “Please, don’t…” Teryn turned immediately, and grabbing me by my hair, jerked me forward, and used the whip five times on my already blazing ass. I tried to twist away, to avoid the onslaught, to no avail.
“I told you no talking, slave, and what do you do? Get up now, slave, and follow me.” She jerked my leash, I scrambled back to all fours and followed along like her pet, her lovely ass leading the way to her bedroom. The leash was never slack; I had to hurry to keep up.
When we entered her room, she flopped backwards on the bed, her legs spread widely. “Twice today slave, you were allowed to cum. Now it’s my turn. I expect you to enthusiastically bring me up to and over the edge. Get to it, slave.”
Over the next hour, with the encouragement of the whip, I fulfilled my quota. I learned what Teryn liked, what brought her to the edge, and what caused her to cascade over it. When I tired, she would set my ass ablaze. Soon she had an enthusiastic slut, sucking and licking, nibbling and probing; I was her bitch, panting and hungry. I got to know her clit personally. My face was covered in her love juices.
“Slave, I have to admit, once you put your mouth to it, well, you’re very good. If I didn’t know better, I would think you did this every day.” An offhand compliment, but better than rejection or criticism.
She moved slowly, recovering from her state of bliss. I was tired; my jaw ached. I glanced at the clock by her bed. 10:09 pm. And tomorrow was school. I moaned as I stretched my tired muscles.
“Tomorrow.” One word, that is all that Teryn said, as she lay on her bed. I was still between her legs.
A minute passed. “Yes,” I said.
Another minute, or more. “What will we be tomorrow?” she said.
It was not for me to decide; Teryn held all the cards.
“I don’t want to study tonight. Do you?” she asked me.
“No.”
She lifted her head from the bed and looked at me, sexual endorphins passing between us. She held out her hand, taking mine and though limited by the sirik, joined her in turning back the covers, and snuggling under the sheets and blankets. Arms wrapped in arms, lips to lips. She kissed her own juices from my face, and the night became very still.
I awoke first, mellowed by the night together. I moved only slightly, but enough to rouse Teryn to life. She propped her head in her left hand, elbow bent, and smiled. I returned the smile. “Hi, Jenn. What are we going to do about school?”
“It is your decision, Mistress. I do not have the key to release the chains, nor the power to break your hold over me.”
She just looked at me, her smile sweet, no evidence of malice. “Right. Let’s get to it. How about a shower?”
“Sure,” I smiled, not sure what her decision was or would be.
“Then let’s do it. I am not sure if the leather will shrink if it gets wet. I mean, dogs get wet all the time, but at the groomer I know they remove the collar. I’ll be right back. Just stay here.” She left the room for a moment, and returned with a set of small keys. She removed the collar, then the cuffs, setting the light chains of the sirik on the bed.
She tossed the keys onto her dresser, and took my hand. We walked to the shower together, and as the warm water cascaded over our bodies, we continued to explore each other’s very familiar territory. At one point, she pushed me to my knees and spread her legs. The message was clear, and soon she gripped my hair, forcing me into her love nest. Knowing her body and just how to stimulate it, Teryn came quite quickly, loudly and freely.
“Thank you, Jenn,” as she helped me to my feet. “My turn next time. Now for these,” and she nodded to the metal stretchers on my nipples. “It will be easier when they are wet, like now. Ready?”
I nodded, knowing this was going to hurt. She opened her mouth and using her teeth, pried off the right sleeve, all the while pushing against my nipple with her tongue. At no point did she try to bite, and after a few twists and tugs, it popped off. She had it in her mouth and smiled at me, the metal shining between her teeth.
Spitting the sleeve into her hand, she removed the second in the same way. “I need to get next longer size, but we can do that after showering, right?”
“Yes. Thank you for being careful.” I reached up to feel and comfort my throbbing and elongated nipples. I took a glance to compare mine to Teryn’s, and I had to admit, hers were still more prominent. I guess this was a good thing.
Once dry, she told me to wait, and got the longer stretchers. She was far more careful this time than yesterday. Following Joel’s directions, she pushed with her tongue and suctioned with her mouth until both were situated correctly. I was breathing heavily by the time she finished, aroused to a high level. She just looked up knowingly and smiled. “We better get moving. My class starts in less than an hour,” Teryn said. “Let’s eat naked, but you should put on the high heels that Master sent home. The more practice the better, right? And don’t forget the salve for your septum.”
“Ok,” I nodded.
She fixed breakfast for us, as I worked on my hair. Finally satisfied, I joined her in the kitchen for a light breakfast. Her unmarked body was so beautiful in the morning light. I couldn’t shake the feeling of submissiveness, with the nipple stretchers and prancing around the kitchen in high heels.
“I’ll meet you at the commons cafeteria at 11:45 or so?” Teryn asked.
“Sure. Ok.” I purposefully left off ‘Mistress.’
She looked at me for a moment, a stare that seemed to burrow straight into my soul, and then smiled brightly. “Cool, well, gotta get going, enjoy your morning…,” a pause, a very pregnant pause, and then, “… Jenn.”
No collar, no cuffs, no demands real or imagined, except the expectation to meet her just before noon. Teryn was out of the door first, and the moment she left I tucked the barbaric nose ring into its hidden recess, flipped off the heels, and prepared to dress. My first class was an hour after Teryn’s.
The skirt was not a problem, but any knit or tight top would immediately reveal my nipples, so I opted on a loose-fitting blouse. I checked myself in the mirror. Except for the haircut, nothing else seemed out of the ordinary. People were used to seeing me in fuck-me hoops, the nose piercing was not evident, nor was the henna kef. I felt half-dressed without a collar around my neck and cuffs. I put on a necklace, a heart on a chain, a gift from my mom. I fondled the heart and my eyes began to tear.
It was time to leave.
I tossed the heels into my bag. I was relieved to see my phone and wallet. I checked inside, and it was stuffed with the money remaining from yesterday’s shoot. I pulled out all but the smaller bills and put them in the top drawer, under my now worthless bras. The stack was growing and I hoped to find time to deposit the cash in an ATM or bank.
But not today. It looked like another full schedule of activities.
My two morning classes went as well as could be expected. I had not completed the readings for the weekend, so that was problematic. Several people came up to me and praised my new do. It actually felt good to be the center of attention. But the shadow of what the day held kept blocking out the sunshine of the morning. And I didn’t know which Teryn would meet me for lunch.
The last class ended, and I turned down two invites to lunch, one from two girls I had met at the beginning of the quarter, one from a guy that had always been friendly and obvious about his attraction to me.
I was right on time, and saw Teryn wave to me from one of the outdoor tables. My heart was racing, unsure what to expect. With the gym bag at her feet, anything was possible, and the options were all bad.
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