Fantasy to Reality – Ch. 08

Chapter 8

Teryn and I walked out of the studio. I turned to face her. No words passed between us, but spontaneously we threw our arms around each other and we both broke into tears.

I sobbed for something valuable that had been lost. Yes, I had begged to be taken, but that was in a moment of passion. Had I thrown it away for $500? I really had not thought of money when the Gorean warrior was making me red silk. Did the money now make me a whore?

I wept over something lost, though I began to rationalize that I had already torn my hymen with a cucumber long ago, so this was just completing what had already been started.

In a few minutes, my sobs turned to whimpers, then to a sniffle. We separated, arms still holding each other. Teryn smiled first saying, “Hey, my treat this time, k? Let’s go get something to eat, and then we better do some studying.”

“Ok,” and then we hugged again, this time my sobs mixed with idiotic laughter.

There are fast food stops all along Sunset, so we both got a fruit smoothie and an energy bar. The cold smoothie relieved our swollen and still painful tongues. I hailed down a taxi and we were back at our apartment by 7.

As we entered from the street, Teryn said, “Check for any mail, slave,” and left me by the bank of mailboxes at the entrance. I knew right away we were back to our mistress/slave relationship. It felt right, to be honest.

When I entered our front door, Teryn was not in view, so I purposely shut it with a slight bang. “Strip, slave,” came the command from her bedroom. “Cuff yourself, the steel is on the table. And don’t forget the heels.”

I set down the junk mail, stripped, and placed my folded clothes on the chair in the hallway. The steel was evident, and one click followed another, first my wrists and then my ankle cuffs, careful not to hide the handcuff anklet. Soon I was bondaged in five circles of unbreakable metal. I looked in the hallway mirror, still shocked by the reflection, especially the haircut and the nose ring. I put on the heels and stood again before the mirror. I turned to the side to check the kef. On Gor it would have been an actual brand. I lightly gasped at the thought.

I opened my mouth to check the piercing. Curling and twisting my poor tongue, I actually admired the pink and white stud. It felt good to click it against my teeth. I could tell my pussy also liked it, since I felt my swollen labia lips begin to tingle.

I turned when Teryn came from her bedroom, light chains over her arm. Naked, not surprisingly. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress, I like it.”

Without words, she adeptly locked me in a sirik. The feel of light, but unbreakable steel increased my desire. A pussy storm seemed imminent.

Teryn stepped back to admire her pet. No words needed, she moved closer, our lips locking, our tongues snaking in and out of each other’s mouths. When we broke the kiss 30 seconds later, a rope of drool snapped and fell against each of our chins.

“Now is probably a good time to change the nipple extenders,” Teryn said, as she hooked a leash onto my collar and led me to her bedroom. I thought about the studying we both needed to do, but it was not the right moment to bring that up. Fifteen minutes later, a larger metal sleeve had been sucked, tongued, and forced onto both of my clearly elongating nipples. They were almost as long as Teryn’s.

I moaned throughout the process, my need evident. Teryn merely smiled at my predicament. “Do you think you can behave yourself, pet, or should I take up some of the slack in the sirik.”

“I will behave, Mistress. I have so much studying to do. Thankfully tomorrow is light, but I need to prepare for Wednesday, also.”

With a raised eyebrow, as though she doubted I could control myself, she agreed and we went to our separate rooms. It took some time to refocus on my classes, but I had no choice.

I really had no idea where to begin. I was carrying 16 units, and up to last week, that was fine. But not anymore. I could still drop one class without penalty, but that would anger and more importantly, disappoint my parents.

My parents. My eyes began to water. If they could see their daughter now, her limbs bondaged in steel, her haircut and nose ring. I traced the kef along my thigh. I had to make sure they never saw me like this. Never.

My nipples were throbbing. One more extension and Master would surely ring his slut. That was a foregone conclusion.

I sat on the chair at my study desk and opened my international business notes. My ass and pussy ached, not unpleasantly, but persistently. It seemed like a hundred years since I had been in the lecture hall and copiously written notes and comments as the professor spoke. I lifted the light chain of the sirik that ran from the collar to my left wrist, feeling its strength on my small body.

I flipped to the notes on calculus for business majors. I was usually good with such abstract concepts, but as I reviewed the previous lesson’s notes on integration, the Greek letters danced on the page and before I knew it, I had drawn a human neck, encompassed by a collar, a chain hanging from the ring attached to the collar.

I turned to the English comp class. I had two days to submit a 5-page paper on ethics and technology. I had not started.

I could not even face the micro econ class. I lay back on my bed, my stomach in knots.

I decided to start on the paper. I knew I had ideas a week ago, but to pull them from my emotionally charged memory was another matter.

I started with Wikipedia, and got an idea. I proceeded to the Santa Clara Univ Markkula Center for Applied Ethics, but after reading only a short time, my eyes began to water. I was having a hard time focusing. Like a storm cloud hanging over my head, I could not shake the memories of the day.

I opened a new doc and started to type, “Advancements in technology are typically hailed as beneficial to society as a whole. The reality is quite different. Advancements come with price tags and that means that those with wealth benefit first and foremost. Rich advance first and the gap widens between masters and their slaves.” I smiled at my creativity.

Soon after midnight I finished at least the rough draft. Having not heard from Teryn, I went to the bathroom, deciding to straddle the bowl just in case she walked in. I tried several times, but the sirik would not allow it. I finally sat on the toilet, like a free woman, I mused. When I finished, I put some salve on my septum, and went to bed, thoroughly exhausted.

“Jenn, I’m leaving! Get your slave ass out of bed. See you later, I have to run.” Teryn stood at my doorway, fully dressed, her pack over her shoulder. It was light outside.

“What time is it?” I moaned

“Oh, fuck, I better get you out of the sirik.” She hurried to my bed, threw back the covers and then stopped, admiring my chained body. “Sigh,” she said with a smile, and proceeded to release the chains. “The key to the cuffs are by the front door. The collar and anklet stay, got it?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied.

“Hurry up, slave, or you’ll miss your classes. See you back here for dinner, if not sooner, k?” She turned and walked quickly from the room.

“Sure, yes, ok,” my words following in her wake.

Teryn slammed the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts. It would have been so easy to just stay in bed, masturbate, and forget all my responsibilities. But I couldn’t do that.

I showered quickly, enjoying the feeling of the steel on my wrists and ankles. When I finished drying, I walked to the front door, relieved to see the key on the table. I set the opened cuffs aside for later. I dressed conservatively, enjoyed a yogurt and cup of juice, and prepared to leave for the morning.

I knew better than to wear any underwear, so I had to be sure all signs of my slavery were covered. I ticked off the items one by one. Kef covered by skirt, but not by much. Nose ring tucked away. Nothing to be done about the tongue stud, hair and earrings. I made sure the blouse was loose fitting, not enough to hide, but at least make the nipple extenders less prominent. The ring of steel around my neck and the anklet? Nothing I could do about them.

Knowing no session was planned at Prix Chic or at Master’s studio made it easier to concentrate. One thing about going to UCLA is that the classes are huge, so except for a few students I knew by name, I was just a number among a throng of numbers.

I had an hour calc lecture. I was able to focus and decided to clarify a few things with the prof after class. I walked up to his lecture stand and began. “Excuse me, Sir.” He looked up and I noticed he took a second glance, taking in this Asian coed with spiked hair and less-than-subtle jewelry.

He was helpful in explaining a few concepts and during the hour break that followed, I was able to complete the problem set. I had taken Calc A/B in high school, so this really was not that hard. I felt relieved. One class under control.

Another hour of international business followed the break and once again, I was happy to understand the majority of the material that was presented by the T. A.

My stomach growled and I headed over to the closed snack stand. While I waited in line, Teryn called.

“Hey, how has the morning gone, hon?”

“Good, thanks, nothing out of the ordinary, thank goodness.”

“Haha, I figured as much. Too many weird people on campus for you to stand out.” If that was supposed to make me feel better, she failed miserably. “Where are you?”

I explained and we agreed to meet outside Sproul Hall. I left the snack line and when I arrived, Teryn was already waiting. I could see her smile from a distance and waved in reply. We hugged longer than usual, and then she held me at arm’s length. “Let’s look at you.” She began to scan me up and down.

“You mean no one commented about your new looks?”

“No, but then I avoided eye-contact,” I answered.

“Uhhuh, I see, well, let’s get some lunch. I’m starved. Let’s take a taxi to the village, and order something devine.”