"Only take a second," and she found on her phone that it was about 8 blocks away, going in the opposite direction from where we were headed. That meant passing Master's studio, and I wanted to avoid that completely.
"I'm too tired to walk that far," I complained.
"Ok, fine, and with the money you are making there is no need to bus it anymore, right? Taxi?"
"Yeah, sure, ok."
"I am not sure what the fare might be. You have some smaller bills. I would hate to give him $100 and hope for change," Teryn said.
"Yeah, I think so. You hail the cab and I will check my wallet." I had plenty of money and in moments we were sitting in the back seat of a cab headed east on Sunset. $15 later, including tip, we arrived.
Mizumo's is a hot spot on Friday and Saturday, I was sure, but not that busy early Sunday evening. Dinner went well. I got plenty of stares, but with the spiky hair, nose ring, and leather straps on my wrists and ankles, that was to be expected. I tried to make myself inconspicuous, but I still stood out in the somewhat crowded restaurant.
While waiting for our mochi to finish off the meal, I said I needed to use the restroom. I had gone when taking my shower, and I didn't exactly have to go, but the conversation had lagged and I wanted to check myself out.
"No."
Teryn's terse response surprised me. "No? Really, I need to go," and I started to get up.
"I said 'no,' slave. Hold it until we get home." What had happened? We had been enjoying our meal, just like old times, and suddenly Teryn turned, Jekyll became Hyde. I just stared at her, thinking for a moment she might be joking, but no smile crossed her face.
The mochi arrived, we ate in silence, and Teryn slid $100 into the folder holding the bill. She immediately rose and said, not in a whisper, "Let's go, slut." I am not sure if anyone heard it or not, but I did not want to risk further humiliation, so I immediately followed her from the restaurant, like an obedient puppy.
A cab was right there and we got in. Teryn directed him to our apartment. I didn't know what to say, so I stayed silent. When we arrived she got out on her side and turning back, said, "Tip him generously, slave." I quickly did so and caught up to her at the door to our apartment.
She had already opened the door and was standing in the entrance way. "Turn around, slave."
"Teryn, why..." From behind her back the leather leash appeared and she whipped it across my thigh.
"I said turn around, facing out the door." I obeyed. "Back in. Put your hands behind your back, slave, and stand there." I obeyed, terrified of feeling her wrath again. I heard some movement as she seemed to be fishing around in the gym bag. She grabbed my wrists and after some twisting and turning, I heard a click. My wrists were locked together.
"Back up further, slave." I did, and she closed the door. "Shut your eyes and open your mouth, slave." Please be a joke, please tell me this is all for fun. I obeyed, and immediately felt something pulled into my mouth, hard rubber. I tried to scream, but she pulled me back into the room with considerable force. I stumbled back, my arms useless, my back bowed, and felt her strap the gag tightly into my mouth. I tried to scream again, but it was just a muffled yelp. Only when it was tight, did she let up the pressure. I straightened and she turned me forcefully. She pulled me by an elbow until we reached the hallway mirror and then turned me to face it.
"ngoooooooooo," I wailed. The gag was like a horse's bridle, but worse was the collar around my neck. SLUT. I had worn it all evening, showing it to the world. No wonder I had so many stares.
I was panting in fear and shock. She was all smiles. "Yes, slut, this is the real you, the new you, the you from now on. And you owe me two."
Teryn flipped my top over my head, but with my hands bound, she could not get it off. She flicked my exposed and stretched nipples, causing me to screech and try to beg for mercy. "Maybe we can accelerate the process, if I change to the next longest metal sleeve now, rather than tomorrow morning," she said, looking straight into my eyes. I shook my head no, and tried to exclaim through the rubber bit, "ngooooo, eeeeeze!"
"Hmmm. Anyway, you said you needed to pee at the restaurant, so let's do that." She hooked the leash and pulled me not gently to my bathroom. Once inside, she pulled my skirt down and I stepped out of it. "So many things in the way. Your skirt, this top, your virginity, haha. Nice K, by the way." As she spoke, she traced the kef on my thigh, then lifted the seat to the toilet, as though a guy were about to pee.
"Step straight ahead and straddle the toilet facing the wall." She pulled me forward, so I had my legs on both sides of the bowl. Or course, I complained, but to no avail. When I was over the bowl, she said, "Now pee. Squat further down, slave, but don't sit. Now do it!"
Never have I been so embarrassed. Once again, I was panting; fearful, distressed, and humiliated. The first dribbles went down my thighs, but then the steady stream began to flow. "I wish we had a back yard," Teryn said. "Then you could pee outside like a dog." Every sentence she spoke was hurtful.
As I peed, I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was stripping off her clothes. In the past, when she sauntered through the apartment naked, her unmarked body had always been a delicious feast for my eyes. But now the contrast between my marked and enslaved body and her unfettered one was dramatic. I knew I was inferior to her, and this difference in naked appearance made it clear.
When I finished, she took my skirt to wipe away the pee on my thighs, a little dribble around the lip of the bowl, and flushed the toilet. Tossing my soiled skirt in the shower, she backed me away from the toilet and ordered me to my knees. "My turn," and she put down the seat and sat. Still holding the leash, she pulled me forward, ordering me to inch closer on my knees.
Her pussy was neatly shaven, just like mine used to be. A little triangle of hair pointing north from her pussy. "Rest your chin on the front, slave, while I pee." She pulled me closer until I was inches away from her pussy, and she began to pee. I could see and smell her urine as it shot into the toilet. "Would you like to lick away the last drops?"
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.