I woke up the next day and it was almost noon. I felt very sore between my legs and somewhat itchy. I reached down to scratch myself before I remembered my piercings. Fumiko was awake already and she smiled and offered me a cheerful greeting when I wandered into the kitchen. She told me her sister was still sleeping, but that she was glad I was awake because we had many things to do, the first being to eat and then get me cleaned up.
I felt very hungry and after a breakfast of rice and scrambled eggs with some small sausages, Fumiko took me into the bathroom. It was arranged in traditional fashion, although somewhat larger than the usual that I’d seen. It was separated into three areas by sliding doors. There was a small toilet, a large white and blue tiled area for bathing, which had both a shower and a large plastic tub beneath a spigot, already filled with water. There were eyebolts embedded in the floor near the walls, which seemed curious. The last room contained the hot bath, similar in shape, but smaller than a simple Jacuzzi.
Fumiko undressed me completely and then undressed herself. She had me turn around and bend over so she could remove the butt plug from my ass, grimacing when she saw how dirty it was. I had become so used to it that I hadn’t even realized it was still inside me while I’d slept. She told me to use the toilet while she washed it for me, but after that morning I would have to take care of it myself. I would wear the plug at all times, removing it only for bathing and for using the toilet. A buttplug was to become a part of me, like my piercings, and Fumiko assured me with a curious smile that I would soon have an assortment of plugs for our Mistress to choose from.
After my toilet, we washed Japanese fashion. First with cold water spooned from the large tub, washing ourselves thoroughly with soap. Fumiko washed my piercings carefully and explained to me that there would be some swelling and some discoloration and discharge, but that was normal. She would check me everyday, or Mistress Atsumi would, until they were healed fully. After rinsing, we took a hot bath in the very large tub, heated through the bottom by natural gas. It was not really for bathing, of course, only for soaking, for relaxing after the cold bath. Normally such baths would be long and leisurely affairs, but Fumiko warned me that it was not good to bathe new piercings too often or too long, so our bath would be short.
She dried me carefully and applied medication to my piercings, and reinserted the lubricated butt plug into my ass. Fumiko dressed me in a pair of old jogging pants and a sweatshirt, which was the best she could do until my own clothes were brought over. We would go to my apartment now, she told me, and bring some things, moving slowly, a little day by day until I could easily close my apartment. It was then that I suddenly remembered work and I nearly panicked.
I babbled foolishly, telling Fumiko I had to call my boss, I had to make an excuse, or something; I didn’t know what I was going to do. It was after 1pm already, I’d missed most of the day. Fumiko only shook her head, wondering why I would make such a fuss.
“Jen-san! You do not work there anymore,” she said, laughing at the look on my face.
“What? Of course I do! I have to! Oh my God!” I reached for the telephone just as Mistress Atsumi walked out of her bedroom, asking Fumiko what was going on. She smiled at me and gave me a tender hug when she heard the explanation.
“Slave, you do not belong to that company. You belong to me, you must do as Fumiko tells you and then tonight you’ll write a letter of resignation, understand?”
“I…” My mind reeled, had I actually agreed to this and was it what I wanted? I’d invested my life in that job after years of hard work to get an education and now…? “I am frightened, Mistress.” I couldn’t agree or disagree yet and I was glad that Mistress Atsumi accepted this.
“You do not need to be, I’ll take care of you, as I promised. There is nothing to fear.” She put her arms around my neck, looking into my eyes. “I love you, Jen-san, and I’ll keep you with me always.”
I breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. I had to trust her, it was the only way. “Then I will do as you tell me, Mistress.”
“Good.” She kissed me lightly and smiled. “After this, I will punish you for such behavior, but this time I will forgive you.”
“Thank you, Mistress, I am sorry.” I lowered my head, feeling very sorry indeed.
“Is your ass prepared?” Mistress Atsumi felt for my butt plug through the thin cotton of the jogging pants, giving it a little push. “And your piercings, are they well?”
“They are fine, Mistress,” I nodded.
“Come with me now,” she decided. “I will teach you one of your duties as my slave.” I glanced at Fumiko and she merely smiled and lifted an eyebrow as I followed Mistress Atsumi into the bathroom, into the area where I had washed myself earlier.
“Take off your clothes, slave,” Mistress Atsumi told me and I looked at her, not understanding, but I did as she asked, handing them to Fumiko who stood in the doorway.
Mistress Atsumi opened her silk robe, exposing her naked body to me and I could see the dark tangle of her pubic hair. “Get down, slave, I require your mouth now.” I had been waiting for this, wondering when my Mistress would teach me how to please her with my tongue and lips, but a little confused as to why she wanted it there and then.
I had tasted myself before of course, but never another woman’s sex and I was a little nervous. I wanted to please her, but I felt myself shy and awkward, fearing that I wouldn’t do it properly. I knelt and leaned forward, parting my lips slightly and staring at the outline of her sex through the shadow of her hair. Mistress Atsumi surprised me by putting her hands on my head, pulling my mouth to her hard and bending her knees slightly, to press her slit to my lips.
“Every morning, slave, you shall do this for me. Drink now, carefully, do not make a mess or I will be unhappy.” With those words Mistress Atsumi began urinating into my mouth and I tried to jerk instinctively away, but her grip was tight and she stopped her flow until I had calmed.
“You must relax, Jen-san,” Fumiko suggested, but I felt only bewildered and even a bit offended at the idea.
“Try again, slave,” my Mistress said patiently, relaxing her muscles and once again filling my mouth with hot piss. I swallowed this time, feeling deep humiliation and revulsion at being forced to do this. It was hot, slightly salty and bitter, almost acidic as it filled my stomach. Several times I came close to retching and I thought I would throw up any second.
I managed to drink perhaps half of Mistress Atsumi’s urine, the rest spilling down my face and neck, into my hair and across my breasts and body. I felt despoiled and dirty and there were tears in my eyes as I stared down at the tiles, pooled with her yellowish waste. I could feel her staring at me, both of the women, Fumiko and my Mistress and I was terribly shamed.
“You did very poorly, slave.” Mistress Atsumi frowned and grabbed my jaw in her fingers, tilting my head up to face her. “Is my piss not good enough for you?”
I couldn’t answer, my lower lip trembled and I had tears running down my flushed red cheeks. “I’m sorry, Mistress,” I whispered. “Please…L-Let me try again.” I moved my mouth back towards her sex, but she pushed me away.
“Tomorrow, slave. I have no more for you now. You’ve wasted it all and you’ve made a mess of my bath. Clean this place up before you leave.” She turned to her sister, “Fumiko, see that she’s suitably punished. I’ll be at the club tonight.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Fumiko bowed to her sister and smiled at me.
I cleaned the bath, it wasn’t difficult, and washed my body and hair very quickly. I felt slightly nauseated. Mistress Atsumi’s urine in my stomach seemed to burn slightly, but it was probably just my mind overreacting. I dressed in the jogging suit again, looking very plain and shabby I thought, especially when I saw that Fumiko had dressed very nicely, with her face made up perfectly. She looked once again like the angel she’d been onstage and I remembered her helpless and awaiting the crop thrust into my hands. That seemed very remote and even laughable, as Fumiko had proven when she’d whipped my breasts so cruelly. I felt the quiver of nervous fear and sexual excitement at seeing her that way again, dark and exquisite and so small. I felt like an ugly, pale cow by comparison.
“Where is your collar, Jen-san?” she asked me pointedly and I did not know. I hadn’t even realized it had been removed while I slept. “Find it; you must never leave this place without it.” I nodded and went to my bedroom, but couldn’t find it there. I paused and then went to the terrace and searched frantically. It had suddenly become very important to me, although I couldn’t then express why. I found it finally in the living room, sitting atop the television, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I put it around my neck, buckling the supple leather into place while Fumiko waited impatiently.
“You are responsible for the collar around your neck and the plug in your ass. I will not remind you of these things again, I will only report it to our Mistress and she will be unhappy with you.” She sounded angry and I lowered my eyes, bowing to her.
“Forgive me, Fumiko-san, I will not forget. Thank you.” It seemed to placate the smaller woman and we left for my apartment.
Fumiko had returned from work the night before with my keys and nothing more it seemed. If she’d brought the rest of my purse or my clothes, she made no mention of it and I didn’t ask. We took a train to Shinjuku and then a short cab ride to my apartment building. Once inside, Fumiko had me get my mail, my important personal papers, my passport, and any other small items I desired to have nearby. I grabbed my laptop and a few music CD’s, my journal, and packed a single suitcase with clothes, frowning as I found my wardrobe very boring after my recent experiences. Fumiko allowed me to change and I was able to dress nicely and make up my face, brush my hair and teeth. In all we were there less than an hour and soon traveling back to my new home.
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