Junie had barely come to live with her new owners when ugly reality intruded on their idyllic world. Her search for a Master had caught the attention of a serial killer and she had barely escaped being his next victim. He was caught and facing trial; but now Junie had to testify. The whole idea of leaving her new home was more than she could bear to think about.
But she had to do it. Not only was there a subpoena, there was Monica. Her new friend, Monica, the only other woman to escape with her life, was a tiny fragile thing. Her body was barely healed from the horrific trauma of her assault and if Monica could be brave enough to face court and the man who had mutilated her, Junie knew she had to do it too, for Monica’s sake.
Junie knew she was not going to have to do it alone. Her owners, Bob and Donna, were going to be there with her every step of the way. She knew she couldn’t do it without them.
Chapter 3: Practice Testimony and a Night Out
“We don’t need to be at the courthouse until later this morning. Let’s grab a breakfast in the hotel restaurant and then walk around a little. We can swing by Powell’s Books. I always have to go there when I am in Portland.” Donna laid out pair of slacks and a light yellow blouse for Junie to put on with her favorite yellow panty and peek-a-boo bra set. “I know for a fact you did not put on your rubber bands yesterday. You could probably plead that you were too busy submitting to me, that you were not allowed to do anything without permission.” She handed Junie a couple of her rubber bands.
Junie looked at the light blouse and the bra and looked askance at Donna. “Ma’am, that will… um… sort of show through.”
Donna laughed and raised a brow, “Really, Junie, do you think so?”
Junie gave her Mistress a look of embarrassment and wound the rubber bands around her nipples. Looking down at her large nipples and knowing they would soon be even bigger, she swallowed hard. She pulled on her peek-a-boo bra and then her blouse and looked nervously in the mirror. Telling herself that it did not look that obvious, she noted the time on her watch and hurried to finish dressing.
Donna looked her over and nodded, “You look nice. I like the nipple thing. I can tell they are there, but it will only be people who stare at your boobs that will notice. Here is what I want you to do. If you notice anyone staring I want you to give your tits a little shake. Go ahead do it now. Give me a little shimmy.”
Junie clenched her eyes shut and shook her shoulders back and forth, making her large breasts sway and bounce. Donna laughed delightedly. “Oh, that was good. Tell you what, if I notice anyone looking I will tell you to shimmy. We don’t want to have you miss any opportunities.”
Donna picked up her briefcase. “Grab your handbag, Junie, and anything you will need for the morning. I don’t want to worry about heading back up to our room after breakfast.”
Junie looked in alarm at her watch and begged, “But, Ma’am, I have fifteen more minutes before I can take off the rubber bands.”
“Come on, girl. You will be able to take them off in the bathroom or wherever.”
In the hotel café Donna ordered them a light breakfast of yogurt and granola with a tall carafe of fresh squeezed orange juice. Before the food arrived Junie leaned close to Donna and whispered, “Ma’am, may I please go to the ladies? I have to take off my rubber bands.”
“Do it here.”
Junie looked at Donna in shock and whispered in horror, “Here?”
“Sure, just slip your hand up inside your blouse and pull them off. You have done this often enough you could do it in the dark. Don’t look around, just do it.”
Junie could not help looking around. The café was busy, but it did not seem like anyone was looking at them. Cautiously she slipped her hand up under her top and jerked one rubber band off and stiffened for a second as the pain shot through her. Looking around a second time she saw an older man who was sitting alone looking at her with a puzzled look on his face, like he was not exactly sure what he had seen. Her eyes flashed to Donna’s face and Donna raised a brow and gave her own shoulders a little shake.
Junie lowered her eyes and stared at the breakfast and gave a little jiggle, her face felt like it was on fire. Donna spoke in a conversational voice, “Come on, girl, you can to better than that. Give him a show. He will be happy all day thinking of what he saw this morning. Go ahead. Make his day a happy one.”
Junie pressed her lips together and then forced herself to smile broadly at Donna and shimmied her shoulders, the waves of movement picked up and echoed by her breasts. Donna returned her smile and then murmured, “Our Master will be displeased if you leave that second rubber band on too long and injure your nipple.”
Junie did not look toward the man she knew was staring openly at her now as she removed the second band. Her smile turned brittle as she tried to control her expression and then she picked up her latte and took a sip. She whispered to Donna, “This is horrible.”
“Yes it is, but look at yourself. You are doing it. Do you feel sick?”
Junie paused and looked at Donna, “Oh my god. I am doing it.” She took another sip of her coffee, “And you are right. I don’t feel that sick, butterflies yes, but not like I am going to throw up.” She looked at the untouched food in front of her. “I don’t really feel like eating though.”
Donna laughed, “Well that might be just as well. We do have a lot more things to do today and I expect that the butterflies will get worse before they get better.”
Junie was distracted by all the people and cars in the city. The buildings were tall and there seemed to be little pieces of whimsy and beauty carefully placed to take the grim edge off the hardness of the downtown environment. Junie paused to look up at a mural and Donna nodded, “Yes, I like that about Portland. There is a sense of humor and a love of beauty in this city that transcends the sense of desperation that pervades most cities.”
Donna took Junie by surprise when she turned abruptly and walked into a store. As Junie walked in she froze, the smell of leather filled the store. A bewildering variety of fancy clothes hung on racks but Donna walked quickly past them and through a beaded curtain that had a sign prominently displayed over it saying ‘Adults Only’. Junie stifled a giggle when she looked through the curtain and saw that all kinds of kinky bondage gear was displayed on the walls: leather masks, whips, straps and restraints hung from the ceiling. The shelves were lined with a bewildering variety of dildos, vibrators and other sex toys.
Junie looked around nervously and hurried to stand close to Donna. Donna shot her an amused look and spoke in a conversational tone, “Have you ever been in a store like this?”
Junie mutely shook her head.
Donna picked up an elaborate vibrator in a box. Junie noticed it was one of those rabbit style vibrators that had the clitoral stimulator attachments on one side. It had a rotating head and beads that were designed to massage and stimulate the inner passage of the vagina. “You ever try one of these?”
Again Junie mutely shook her head looking around nervously. A bored young woman stood by the cash register watching them. When their eyes met the girl sighed and came out from behind the counter. Her voice was falsely bright, “Can I help you find anything?”
Junie cringed and looked around, an older man turned around from a rack of books and smirked openly as he watched while Donna responded, “How long do the batteries last in this thing?” Junie’s mind was filled with buzzing confusion and she could feel her breathing getting uneven. She found herself outside the store standing on the sidewalk with Donna’s hand firm on her arm, her Mistress’s voice penetrating through her panic, “Breathe, Junie, take a deep slow breath and hold it. Look at me.”
Junie inhaled through her nose and held her breath, nodding, staring up into Donna’s warm hazel eyes. “Good girl. Hold it… hold it… Okay, exhale really slow… now breathe deep and slow. That was too hard?”
Focusing on her breathing, Junie nodded.
“I could tell. You went from red as a beet to white as a ghost in seconds.”
Junie’s voice was quavering, “I don’t remember. Did I run away?”
Donna stroked her hair. “No, you just turned white and started to hyperventilate. I brought you out here.”
“I am sorry.”
“Don’t sweat it, girl, I was trying to push you a little. You came out of it pretty fast. Ready to go back in?”
“Do we have to?”
“You can choose to come with me clear into the back or stay in the clothing part. If you come in I will let you pick out something sexy for me to wear out tonight.”
Junie nodded reluctantly and let Donna lead her back into the store. The clothes were all pretty flashy and seemed way too young for either of them, but Junie found a soft leather bustier that laced up the back and a soft multicolored skirt with a handkerchief hemline. It was the colors that caught Junie’s eye; they looked like an impressionist watercolor, rich greens and yellows mixed with blues. The fabric was almost like transparent tissue, but there were layers and layers that seemed to move and float weightlessly. Junie held the skirt up and shook it, smiling as the colors seemed to dance and swirl.
Donna’s voice was close to her ear. “I like that. I knew you would find something pretty for me. Come on, let’s pay for these things.” Junie looked at the price tags and started to say something and Donna interrupted, “No, don’t tell me. I will freak.” She handed Junie a credit card, “You just sign and I will try not to look until we get home. If you hear any screams of anguish then, you will understand.” Donna gave Junie a reassuring glance, “Don’t worry, little one, it is not a matter of not having enough money. It is my scrooge personality. You are not the only one confronting their issues in this store.” Donna held up a bag that obviously contained several items. “I thought we would get some new toys for Bob.”
Junie giggled, “For Bob?”
“Well, I hate to spend money on myself, but if I can convince myself it is for the people I love it is not so hard. Like the hotel, I told myself it was for you and the fact that the prosecutor’s office is picking up part of the cost helps. Come on, let’s go drop this stuff off at the hotel, we need to head on down to the courthouse.”
The first time that Donna said “Shimmy,” as they walked toward the courthouse Junie looked around nervously wondering who was looking at her breasts and Donna corrected her, “Girl, I did not say look around. I said ‘shimmy’.” Junie blushed, but gave herself a little wiggle and kept walking. It was hard for Junie to focus, but it seemed every time she relaxed and was distracted by the busy movement and sights of the city Donna would command her to jiggle her breasts again.
Finally she stopped and looked around in outrage. She whispered to Donna in frustration, “Who is it? Show me!”
Donna laughed and took her arm. “It’s me, Junie. I am the one looking at your delicious breasts.”
