The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. No hint of our slave/mistress relationship. Teryn had errands to run, as did I. Dinner was never a priority for us; if it happened, it happened.
I got back to our place about 7:30, having stopped for an In-And-Out burger, picked up some grocery items, and simply enjoyed the freedom of movement and mundane chores.
“Hi, I’m back,” I called out. No reply.
Nevertheless, the obedient pet knew what was expected. In seconds I was naked. I recuffed my ankles and wrists, and slipping into my heels, sauntered to the bathroom.
I stopped dead in my tracks. Sticking out from the bathroom mirror was a huge cock, a flesh-colored dildo. Thick, long, and very realistic, it had been suctioned to the mirror. A sticky note was posted to the side. ‘Hi, slave,’ I whispered aloud. ‘Practice makes perfect. When I get back, I’ll check on your progress. T.’
I just stared at the cock. It was huge, far bigger than anything I had taken yesterday at Master’s. I leaned forward, to get a sense of its size. I opened my mouth to check if it would fit. I opened wider and managed to get an inch or two in my mouth. It would never fit.
I stepped back from the sink. Looking in the mirror, I remembered and flicked down the nose ring. I licked the steel cuff on my left wrist, loving the smooth texture and cold surface. A charge of energy passed from the cuff through the stud in my tongue. My fires were being stoked, moment by moment. I leaned forward, and managed to get another inch or two into my mouth. The angle was bad if I hoped to get it deeper.
I raised my left foot, placing it on the counter, and tenderly admired the handcuffs on the anklet. My mind was racing, but my pussy was in the lead. In seconds, I had kicked off the heels and pried loose the dildo from the mirror. Sticking the cock in my mouth like a pacifier, and with the shower head and spray pressed against my cunt, I exploded in unfettered release.
I stayed in the shower much longer than usual, every moment counted as joy. Feeling somewhat silly, I tossed the dildo from the shower onto the counter. After toweling off and blow drying my hair, I decided to practice a little more with the dildo. Naked, cuffed, and in high heels, I walked from the bathroom to my bedroom, thinking that I might be able to force the cock deeper if I was flat on my back.
With my right hand, I slowly pistoned the dildo up and down into my mouth and throat, while with my left hand I began to play with my nipples. They were so sensitive, but I could not resist. When I scraped across the little nubs with my fingernails, I felt sparks. My pussy reacted. I raised my eyes to the ceiling, to lessen the stress on my mouth and throat.
I took my left hand to attend to my needy pussy. My clitty was begging for quality time, and soon I was rolling down hill towards another heavenly orgasm. The dildo in my mouth was a distraction for only a moment, as I pressed my tongue into action, trying to please the rubber invader.
FLASH
My eyes popped open to see Teryn at the end of my bed, a huge smile on her face, her camera in her hand. “So, what class are you studying for?” she laughed.
I grunted into my gag, scrambling to a sitting position and abandoning my nipples and pussy. I pulled the cock from my mouth. She had caught me completely out of control.
“You are so predictable, slave. Your Master told me to keep an eye on you, that he expected your sexy little body would need continual attention. He was so right.” Another moment of profound humiliation and embarrassment. I had no retort. My emotions were raw and I began to whimper.
“Jenn, what’s wrong?” Teryn asked, genuinely concerned.
I blinked, tears rolling down my cheeks. She had called me ‘Jenn,’ and for some reason I found that incredibly emotional.
“Hey, hey, I promise. You can cum later,” Teryn laughed, trying to break my sadness.
“That’s, that’s not it,” I sniffled.
“Then what’s the problem, hon?” her tone one of a compassionate friend.
“Just look at me,” and by now the tears were flowing and I had covered my face in my manacled hands.
“But I love your new look. You absolutely sizzle. I am so proud of you!”
“Proud,” I echoed. “How,” sniffle, “can you be proud of me?”
“Because you are living your dreams and getting paid for it and besides, nothing has been done that cannot be undone.”
“That’s so not true!” I reacted, nearly shouting through my sobs. “I gave up my virginity for $500!”
“Well, ok, fine, I was thinking of your piercings and hairstyle. But even so, give it a few days or weeks. I never even think about the day I gave up my virginity. It’s over and done, big deal.”
“It is a big deal and you know what is going to happen tomorrow, don’t you? Are you telling me that can also be undone?” My voice was shrill.
“Yes, it can be and it will only enhance your hotness, and besides, you owe me three wishes and this is the first. Actually, you are not really sure of anything tomorrow.” I knew they were going to pierce my nipples and now that I was ‘red silk,’ the studio photo shoot could only be more intense. I was not opposed to that; she was right about my dreams. My head was whirling. I didn’t know what to think.
Teryn held out both hands, inviting me to take hers and rise from the bed. I did. In my heels, I was slightly taller than her. Her eyes locked mine in a magnetic hold, but her hand strayed to my nipples. Her sensual lips opened and she whispered, “One last stretch, pet.” I looked from her lips to her eyes, knowing I would let this happen.
Several minutes later, she had mouthed the third of the four nipple stretchers free and the final cones had been settled into place. My nubs were so sensitive, I moaned most of the time she made the exchange. At the same time she locked me in the chains of the sirik.
“Tomorrow’s a busy day, and I need more time for my classes, and so do you,” Teryn said, with a serious look on her face. “Agreed?”
“Yes,” I responded.
“Same question as yesterday. Can you control yourself or should I shorten the sirik chains to make sure you cannot play with yourself?”
“I’m fine, it’s ok,” I mumbled. The bluntness of her question made me feel so weak, so inferior.
She cocked her eyebrow and gave me a sly smile, and after a brief peck on my cheek, she left, removing her knit top as she sauntered out of my bedroom.
I managed to finalize the ethics essay and even managed to get caught up in the econ class. Hardly A work, but at this point I was just hanging on. I lay down on my bed to rest my eyes for just a moment.
Soon after midnight, Teryn woke me up. “I’m tired, slave,” she said. “Go to the bathroom, and let’s go to bed, my bed, of course.” Jarred from my sleep, I did not reply, only nodded.
Half asleep and still wearing the 5-inch heels and chained in the sirik, I walked to the bathroom, a complete mess. I did not recognize the girl that looked back at me from the bathroom mirror, but I did remember the dildo, now suctioned to the mirror. I turned my eyes to ignore it.
More alert and awake, I walked back to Teryn’s room, expecting, no, hoping for more love-making. She was covered and laying on her side, her back to me. On the floor, at the foot of her bed, was a crumbled blanket and pillow; the loop of a leash was under one foot of the bed.
“On the floor, pet. Clip the leash to your collar. If you wake me up playing with yourself, you will be punished. Go to sleep.” Her comments were spoken without emotion, like reciting a recipe. I attached the leash to my collar, curled up with the blanket, and lay on the hard floor. My eyes watered in disappointment and hurt.
It seemed like only moments later when I felt a foot poking me in the side. Sunshine streamed into the bedroom, as Teryn threw open the curtains. I looked up from the floor, her naked body glowing in the morning light.
“Wake up, Jenn, I mean, slave. A busy day ahead.” She stretched like a cat, her sexy body weaving as she reached for the heavens, back arched, her breasts like mountains rising above her tight belly.
I moved to get up, but my neck snapped tight when the leash went taut. Teryn laughed and moved from the room. “Unhook the leash, silly pet, let’s go! No talking. Slave mode. Just leave the heels here for later.” Her voice inflection told me this was not negotiable.
When I arrived in the bathroom, Teryn was sitting on the toilet. “You know what to do, slave. Kneel, chin on the edge.” When I knelt, she hooked her finger and pulled me close. I wrinkled my nose is disgust.
“Haha, I want you to admire my nicely trimmed pussy, since in a few minutes it will be as bald as yours. Your Master ordered me to do this and I will follow his directions. Look up at me, pet.”
With my chin on the bowl, I tilted my head upwards. She reached down and fiddled with my nose ring, twisting it slightly left and right. “Mmmm, too bad it is not one solid ring,” she said, hopefully sarcastically. She had a wry grin on her face. “Stick out your tongue,” and I obeyed. “You are the cutest pet I ever owned. Move back, pet.” On my knees, I took a couple of steps back as she stood, legs parted.
I felt Teryn looking down at me, and for a moment I thought she would order me to lick her pussy dry, but after a second, she took a few sheets of toilet paper and dried herself. “Your turn, slave, while I get the shower warmed up. Here, let me release the sirik chains, so you can pee properly.”
Humiliations stacked upon humiliations, so to say one is worse than another is probably not always true, but to pee with my legs straddling the bowl while Teryn watched from the shower was degrading.
We showered together, a slave and her mistress. First I shaved her pussy, then my own while she shampooed her hair. We washed each other’s bodies simultaneously, our lips often locking, our tongue studs clicking to the beat of our pounding hearts.
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