Fantasy To Reality Ch 06

Chapter 6

"That was interesting," Teryn understated.

"Yes."

"So you told me a lot, but hardly everything. Look at me, I want to see that nose piercing."

I could not disobey my roomie and looked at her, into her eyes just briefly, but unable to hold her gaze, I dropped my gaze to her mouth.

"What the fuck is your mom going to say when she sees the new you?

"That's not going to happen. She freaked with my ears and belly button piercing. And since you did not notice, she won't see the septum ring when I tuck it under, either."

"And what about that collar and cuffs?"

"Well, they're not permanent, so when I know she is coming, I will just take them off."

"Really, and how will you do that. I have the key." I looked her straight in the eyes, and though her lips smiled, I was not sure her eyes were having fun with me, or not.

"Remember, I trusted you, Teryn. Please don't tease me like that."

"You're right, hon, just kidding. Anyway, I kinda lost my appetite. Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, me too. Sure."

I signaled to the waitress, and noticed her take a second look when she saw my nose ring. I handed her $100 for the meals, and left a $10 tip before we departed, not because I was feeling generous, but because it was the smallest bill I had.

As we left the restaurant for our walk back, Teryn stopped and said, "Forgetting something, aren't we, slave?"

I just looked quizzically at her.

"Turn around so I can figure out how to lock your wrists, as per your Master's orders." I obeyed, and within a few seconds, Teryn had figured it out. Her arm linked in mine, we sauntered back towards our apartment.

For more than a block, neither of us spoke. It was beginning to feel awkward. I had no idea what she was thinking, but I was sure she knew what was on my mind.

"What are you thinking?" I had to break the ice.

For several steps Teryn said nothing. Then she held her hand up to her nose, the same hand she had used to feel me under the table. With an exaggerated sniff, she inhaled, and sighed deeply. She turned her head to mine, a big smile on her face, but no words. I smiled back.

Two blocks later, my phone rang. I looked at Teryn, she looked at me. I said, "It's in my bag."

Teryn reached in and immediately pulled out my phone. I craned my neck to see who it was. Master! And she was opening the attachments!

"Wait, please. Just some pictures. Just put it back in my bag."

She turned her back to me and with my arms locked behind my back, there was nothing I could do but beg, and scramble around her side.

"Oh my god," she whispered. "This is...is...oh my god." She turned to me with a look of shock on her face. "This is you! I can't believe it...it's you. Fuck!" Shock turned to a huge smile, the message clear.

"I'm sorry." I couldn't think of anything else to say. I know it was a lame response.

"Sorry! It looks like you are having the time of your life, and being paid nicely for it." She tossed the phone back in my bag, and we continued, silently, arm in arm.

As we neared our apartment, the butterflies in my stomach were active. Teryn opened the door and I entered first. The moment the door shut, she turned me around and her lips attacked mine. Her hands roamed freely and I was at her mercy. Moments later, our lips parted just long enough for her to ask, "Am I wrong?" and then our tongues returned to their wrestling match.

"No," I gasped.

"No?" she moaned. "You...want...me...to...stop?"

"Nooooo," I never wanted this meal to end.

We staggered towards her bedroom, our lips never far apart. We flopped on her bed and immediately Teryn began to remove my skirt. "Please, release my hands," I begged, rolling over on my stomach to make it easier for her.

"Ok, ok, lemme see how this works," Teryn exclaimed, trying to find the unlocking latch. She would not need the key for this, I assumed, and indeed, my wrists were unlatched seconds later. And shortly thereafter, we were both naked, fighting over each other's lips, then ear lobes, then neck, then nipples.

"What's this?" Teryn asked in an husky voice, as she noticed the leather ties around my nipples.

"Master gift wrapped me last night." I was proud of myself for being so creative, considering my arousal.

"Should I take them off, or...?" Her tongue began to flick at my tied nipples, and they began to thump and ache anew. When she bit down lightly, I gasped. They were so sore.

"That hurts, doesn't it?" Teryn asked me, compassion in her voice.

"Yes, it really does." I was in a quandary. I did not want to remove the tie, but I wanted Teryn to suck on my nipples, as I needed hers this very moment.

"I'll be careful, Jenn, but I want to taste your little nippies, k?" She untied my right nipple and the pain was excruciating! Teryn immediately place her mouth over mine, afraid of what the neighbors might think. As the pain lessened, I merely moaned, which could easily have meant the pain was less, or our locked lips were sizzling.

"Hon, I think I should take the other one off, also. It might be, like, damaging something. Here, this will help." She picked up her panties from the floor and while I mildly resisted, she pushed them completely into my mouth. And then she untied my left nipple and once again I screamed in pain. It felt like my nipple would explode, but after only a few seconds there was relief.

"Better?" and Teryn removed the panties from my mouth. She ministered to my slightly throbbing nipples

"Yes," and in moments the fire was restarted, the exploration of each other's bodies a burning need. Our hands sought each other's hot furnaces. At some point, Teryn turned out the lights, and the night of wonder continued uninterrupted.

I was awakened by Teryn's stretching and unwinding from our entwined limbs. "Hi," she said.

"Hi," I responded. The moment did not demand depth of conversation. I just rolled over on my back, watching Teryn walk to her bathroom, her luscious ass saying, "Follow me." And so I did.

We showered together, washing each other, our lips occasionally pecking for reassurance. We nibbled each other's nipples, until they were hard as bullets.

She drew the line, when I suggested I help her shave her pussy, to match mine. "Hey, remember, you are the porn model, not me." She seemed to say it innocently enough, but for some reason, her comment stung.

Reading my expression, she said, "Hey, just kidding, really. I love your new look. Your septum ring is so, so barbaric, I don't know how else to say it. The steel around your neck and wrists and ankles is as erotic as hell. And your earrings are so fuckin' sexy."

"Thanks," I lamely responded.

"And what is this slightly reddish K on your thigh. I didn't notice it last night," and then giggling, "too many other things on my mind. Is it a tat?"

"It's a letter than stands for the word kajira, which means slave girl in a sci fi series both Master and I have read. It's not a tat, just henna. I really think he is trying to base my photos and videos on that." I paused, but no comment. "Would you like to read one of those books?"

"Sure." By now we had climbed out of the shower and were toweling each other dry. "Any other changes or things that you have done to your body that I am not noticing?"

"Uh, no, I think you have seen just about all there is of me," I said with a smile, which was returned.

"Whatya say, some breakfast? Just as we are?" Teryn asked.

"Sure." And so we ate toast, yogurt, and oj in the nude, totally comfortable with each other.

"What time are we leaving for the studio?" Teryn asked after a time.

"I need to stop along the way at a shop, so I think I will get to the studio about 12 or 12:30. You want to just meet me there?"

"Why can't I go along to this other shop? Stick together, you know."

"Yeah, um," this was problematic. I knew that I would not leave the Prix Chic the same way as I entered. And I feared having Teryn see me submit to something that would shock her. On the other hand, having her there was guarantee that nothing would be done without my permission. "Sure, ok, then we need to leave soon." Done.

Teryn dressed like a sexy coed should, as did I. The difference was that she surely had a bra and thong or panties, and I was allowed no underwear. In fact, when I joined her in the living room after we dressed in our own bedrooms, she asked, "No underwear, right, slave?"

And after moment's hesitation, realizing this was the second time she had called me slave, I responded, "Right, Mistress." Play the game. "Mistress, will you please unlock the collar and cuffs until we arrive at the shop? I promise I will put them back on, but riding the bus like this would be totally embarrassing."

"Hm, maybe I should call your Master and ask." Her look was serious.

"Master gave you the key, Mistress, so I think that means it is up to you, so please take them off." I pouted my lip, as a small child might.

"I'll make you a deal, slave. The septum ring stays exposed, the collar around your neck stays on, and make sure your hair is tied back so your hoops swing, but I will take off the wrist and ankle cuffs. And in exchange, what will you do for me?" Her grin had returned.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Like, you are a slave girl that has just popped out of a bottle and I want three wishes that you must obey. Deal?"

Sounded very open-ended, but "Sure, ok." And she used her key to unlock the cuffs, dropping them in my bag.

Two coeds showing lots of skin would typically get plenty of stares and the bus ride into Hollywood was no exception. But I felt safe with Teryn, so several times we encouraged even more attention by light kisses and silly giggles.

As we neared Prix Chic, my stomach began to churn. I trusted both Master and Joel, but I still had my doubts. When we arrived, I started to put on my cuffs, as I had before. "This is a piercing and tattoo shop. We're going in here?" Teryn questioned.

"Yes." What else could I say?

"What are you going to do?"

"I really don't know, but Master made the appointment and the arrangements, and I trust him." We entered the shop and stayed standing, since no one else seemed to be there. Moments later, Joel entered. I introduced Teryn, and he asked her if she had any plans while he worked on me.

"No, I just came to support Jenn. Can I watch?"

Joel looked questioningly at me. "Sure, I guess it is ok with me if it is ok with you."

He turned back to Teryn and with a serious look said, "I would rather not, to be honest, because you might be a distraction. If you join us, you must promise not to interfere."

"Sure, ok," Teryn agreed.

Joel shrugged and stepping aside, waved an invisible red flag like a bull fighter, and I led the way. "Room #5, Jenn," Joel said.

There was no point in delaying the inevitable, so I sat in the chair like last time. Teryn took a seat against the wall. We looked at each other, but did not speak. Of course, I was apprehensive... to be honest, scared!

Joel tilted the chair back. "I want to examine your septum." He moved the horseshoe back and forth. It stung slightly. "I don't see any salve. I thought I told you to be careful, that an infection was always a possibility."

"I'm sorry, Sir"

"Sorry won't help if you are not careful." Looking over at Teryn, he said, "Make sure she dabs some salve morning and night."

"I will, Sir," Teryn responded, very seriously.

"Fine. Ok, Jenn, lift up your top and let's get to it." I looked over at Teryn, who arched her eyebrows, but I obeyed. "Ringed and belled per your Master's command. I believe he told you this, right?"

I recalled his words from a previous shoot, but I thought he might be kidding. This was not Gorean, at least as I knew it. "Yes, but..." Before I could finish, Joel was kneading my nipples, and I grimaced, not with pleasure, but pain.

"That hurts?"

"Yes, Sir. Master tied them yesterday with a leather strip and they nearly exploded when I released the tie."

"You released a strip of leather your Master purposefully tied on your nipples?" His voice sounded concerned, with a sprinkle of anger.

"Well, actually, Sir, Teryn released it. We spoke with Master last night on the phone and he seemed to give her permission to treat me as she wished." He had not stopped manipulating my nipples, which were now engorged and at attention.

"Hmm," he hummed aloud as he continued to knead my nipples. "I don't think these little soldiers can handle what your master desires." He looked up at me and our eyes met. All serious like. He looked back at my nipples, which were throbbing. I looked over at Teryn, who just shrugged in response.

"No, we have to stretch these, that's all there is to it," and releasing my nipples, he walked from the room.

"He's going to stretch your nipples, Jenn!" Teryn seemed fascinated. "How is he going to do that?"

Before I could mumble some nonsense, Joel returned and sat down next to me as before. "So these are nipple sleeves." He showed me small metal cylinders. Teryn peeked over his shoulder. "I think we can add another quarter inch to your nipples over the next few days. At that point, your master's request will be both easier and safer to fulfill."

Turning to look at Teryn, he continued. "Watch how I do this, because I want you to apply longer ones every 12 hours. Each will extend the nipples an additional 16th of an inch."

He pushed the sleeve over my right nipple and then locked his mouth over it. As his tongue pushed down on the sleeve, he suctioned my nipple like a vacuum, drawing it further and further away from the base of the sleeve. I moaned in both pain and pleasure. "There," he announced. You want to try the left one?" he asked Teryn.

I was panting, my eyes as big as saucers.

"Sure," she happily agreed. Teryn slid the sleeve over my left nipple, pushing and pulling at my extended bud.

"Please..." I groaned.

She looked up at me with a wry smile and then placed her mouth over my nipple. Her tongue swirled around my snared nipple, tenderly, lovingly, and I arched my back, awash in sexual bliss. And then suddenly she bit down hard on my nub. It took a moment for me to register what she had done, and I let out a shocked and frightened scream. It may not have awakened the dead, but Joel reacted instantly, clamping his hand over my mouth.

Even Teryn was surprised and released her grip on my nipple, assuming it was still there. I would not have been surprised if she had flared her teeth and my little baby had been sticking from her teeth!

"What the fuck just happened?" Joel asked Teryn.

"Nothing, I mean I just tried to pull her nipple through the metal thing, and I guess I bit a little too hard."

"Maybe a little," he laughed and looked back at me. "If she is sufficiently aroused, just sucking hard will pull them through, but your technique seemed to work in any case. Can I remove my hand?" I nodded, the throbbing now a steady ache.

Panting, I said, "I don't like these at all. Take them off, please. I didn't agree to this." I felt the tears flow from my eyes. I shut my eyes tightly to block out this nightmare.

Suddenly I jumped, my eyes flying open. Teryn had reached between my legs and swiped her fingers between my pussy lips. Just as quickly, she held her fingers before me, a huge smile on her face. "Your cunt tells a different story, slut," she laughed

"Hey, hey, relax," Joel added. "They will be taken off every 12 hours, and then replaced until your nipples are sufficiently long. Or do you want me to call your master and tell him you do not want to continue with his plans for you?"

I had calmed down, and though the metal seemed tight, the pain was bearable. I blinked several times to stop the tear flow. "Ok, just let me rest a few minutes." As I calmed down, I took another look at the nipple stretchers and started to tear up. I would look like a freak if my nippies were permanently stretched so far. I would have to talk Teryn out of this, as soon as we were home.

Joel and Teryn had left the room, giving me a chance to regain some composure, but about 5 minutes later they returned, along with the girl I had seen in front on my first visit. She was pushing a cart with numerous grooming items, it looked like. "Are you ready?" Joel asked.

I looked at him inquisitively. Ready? What now? "For what?"

"This is Karen. Your roomie had a suggestion, I called your master and he approves, so the majority wins," he smiled his winning smile. Both Joel and Teryn were approaching me, one on each side of the chair. They looked like two cats that had just swallowed the canaries. I looked from one to the other and suddenly they acted in tandem, grabbing each arm and strapping it to the chair.

I struggled and prepared to scream, when Joel held up some sort of balloon-like item, attached to a tube with another ball at the end. "Will this gag be necessary?" he asked

"No," I squealed, "but why are you doing this? What are you going to do to me?" I looked frantically to Teryn, pleading with my eyes.

"Karen is also a hair stylist and we all agree your hair is just far too long. It is too easy to hide your fuck-me hoops and your collar. I told Joel you might not accept our reasoning, so he suggested these straps on the chair. It's up to you about the gag. I would like to see how it looks in your mouth. Joel says it inflates and does not require a strap around your head, which of course would mess with what Karen has planned."

I just whimpered, unable to form a response.

"She's all yours, Karen. Slut cut," and Teryn stepped away, picking up her phone. 'Noooo,' I wanted to shout and plead.

Through the next half hour, I just moaned and cried, as many inches of my beautiful mane dropped to the floor. Karen kept a running commentary for Teryn to record. Joel had left the room when Karen started.

I felt her fingers no more than 3 or 4 inches above my head, as she scissored her way around my scalp. Actually, Karen continually used the word "chop" when she referred to what she was doing. It made me sick to my stomach.

"Please," I whispered, not wanting to be gagged.

"Don't move, slut," was her response. "I am going to use a straight razor along the back," and I felt a sharp blade against my neck. "Next, a 90 degree cut using the top of her ear as a guide." Oh no, oh no, I would look like a total freak or worse!

"That is awesome, Karen," glowed Teryn from behind her phone. "Maybe one day a Mohawk, ha ha."

There was nothing funny about her comments. When I got her alone, oh, I could hardly wait to take out my wrath.

"Now, I'm going to bring it up about an inch and take these thinning shears and..." My mind was shutting down. I could not bear this humiliation.

"We are going to leave her bangs a little longer in front." She rubbed in every form of mousse and spray, lifting what was left of my hair up from my scalp. Using a blow dryer and then a flat iron, my agony was nearing its end. At least I hoped that was the case. At this point I had no idea what else had been planned behind my back.

Joel walked in to check on the progress of my humiliation. He looked at Teryn, who had the biggest smile on her face. Damn, why did I invite her along! "I wouldn't have missed this for the world! Oh, Sir, while Karen is finishing up, can I look around the shop?"

"Of course, the official tour was just about to begin," his smile wider than ever, and Teryn walked out the door to follow Joel. Did I feel a pang of jealousy?

I exhaled deeply, the stress of the morning having taken its toll. It was made many times worse by having Teryn take pictures of the entire ordeal. When we got alone, I would tell her how displeased I was and get her to delete those pictures.

I replayed my days with Master, the pleasure and now pain, the excitement and humiliation, and tried to justify everything that had happened so far. As I was running through the events for the umpteenth time, the door opened and in came Teryn and Joel.