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Everything felt fuzzy and looked blurry. My mind seemed to work so slowly. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to open them again, but they only seemed to get about halfway open before they wanted to close again.
Sometime later, I tried again. I could feel the sun, I thought, and the light around me was brighter. I think I was moving. Yes, things were definitely swooping past me quickly. The car. I was definitely in the car.
As time passed, I felt more conscious. I could feel myself walking up the stairs and I think I was maybe talking as I felt more than one set of hands helping me walk. I was much more awake, I was sure of it. Nevertheless, when I felt the softness of my own pillow under my head, I closed my eyes again immediately.
When I woke again, feeling incredibly well-rested and fully able to open my eyes and feel control of my body again, I realized that it was morning. The day, when I thought about it, had to be Monday. That meant work, sadly, both for me and for Jane.
I lifted my hand to my neck and found the collar there. Yes, it had all been real. The day and the experience were coming back to me slowly, like I was stepping out of a fog. I lay quietly and listed, both to my own thoughts and to the sounds of Jane breathing beside me. I turned my head slowly to confirm that she was still asleep. She was, so I slipped out of the bed quietly.
As I stood, naked but for a pair of lace panties, I realized that I didn't really remember going to bed. In fact, I didn't remember coming home. The last thing I really was clear about was sitting in that strange chair in the basement of that store, sipping tea and waiting for Jane. The tea. I remembered something about it helping to calm me, but I guessed that it must have contained something more than just ginseng.
As I stretched in the dark, I felt a bit strange, but I couldn't quite tell if it was just because of a long sleep. Stiffness wouldn't quite explain some of the localized soreness I was feeling, but I was already feeling a bit curious when I closed the bathroom door behind me and was able to turn on the light.
When I did, the mirror gave me the answers, whether or not I was ready for them. The first thing I noticed was that my nipples were pierced. There was a silver ring of about a half inch diameter through each of them. Additionally, there was a small heart-shaped charm dangling from the right ring. When I lifted it gently, I could see that it had been stamped with Jane's initials.
I stared at them for a while. I didn't want to touch them too much, as they were somewhat sore, though reassuringly not red or swollen in any way. As she had said, she had marked me.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I realized that I hadn't just been pierced. There was something just above the waistband at the front of my panties. I was nervous, feeling my fingers tremble a bit as I reached down to lower the panties, to get a better look.
It was a bit hard, at first, for things to be clear in the mirror, but it was a tattoo, not a tiny one. In flowing script, just above my caged cock, I had been permanently marked with the words "Property of Mistress Jane." The calligraphy was beautiful, with flowers weaved into the letter forms. I stood there, frozen, as I looked at it again and again.
There was a kind of clear bandage over it, allowing the whole tattoo to be seen, but presumably not touched as it healed.
"It's pretty, isn't it?" came Jane's soft words from behind me, making me jump.
"Yes, Mistress," I answered, feeling very quickly used to addressing her that way. "I.. I can't quite believe it's real."
"Oh, it's real," she said, beaming. "It was quite fun to watch her do it, with you sleeping so peacefully strapped to that table. I hope you didn't mind her little trick. She said the whole thing would be much more calm if you got to sleep through it, and this way you got to have a fun surprise."
"It's a surprise for sure," I answered dumbly.
"Do you like it? Do you like it all?"
"I do... It's amazing and unreal. I'm just taking it all in, I guess. The collar. The nipple rings. This tattoo. I'm yours. I'm your submissive and your property."
"That part is kind of new for me to take in too," she confessed. "I love it though. We're going to have a lot of fun, I think. Well, I know I am, and I think you will too."
"I'm sure you will, and I want to do all I can to make sure you do," I said.
"Good," she said. "For now, unfortunately, I have to face reality and get ready for work. Can you please make coffee and breakfast while I shower? You can take yours after."
"Of course, Mistress," I said.
"Mmmm, I do like hearing that. Thanks. There's a paper somewhere with instructions about care for the fresh tattoos, but basically with that Saniderm covering, you should probably just have to take it easy on them for a few days until we peel it off."
"That makes sense," I said, then paused. "You said 'tattoos'?"
Her face lit up.
"Oh yes, I guess it's harder for you to see the other one," she giggled. "Turn around."
I turned my back to the mirror and she helped guide me as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Peeking out above the back of my panties, at the small of my back, was a full-on tramp stamp. It was a very pretty pink butterfly, about four inches across.
"Maybe it's not really kinky," Jane smiled, "but it made me laugh. You in panties with a girly little tramp stamp. I can't want to see it there when I fuck you with the strap on. Ken really thought that anyone else we let take advantage of you will enjoy it as well."
"Oh god," I moaned, not quite able to think of anything else to say.
"Really, I couldn't help myself. You just look so pretty in panties. The more you keep yourself groomed and smooth, the more I think I'm going to enjoy that part too. You looked so perfectly slutty dressed up as a maid, serving. We're definitely going to have to get you more costumes to wear. That's going to have to wait for now though. I don't want to be late for work."
She dropped her rope and hopped in the shower, and I was left to head downstairs to get things ready, as though it was just another Monday morning.
As I made coffee, I tried to think of how much the tattoos would expose me. I tried to make a mental list of who would be able to see them. My doctor, I supposed, but I wasn't a member of any gym, and it wasn't like people at work saw me uncovered. I supposed that I was going to have to be even more careful about bending over. I'd started to become worried about someone getting to see the back of my panties revealed by low-riding jeans and a t-shirt pulling up, but now this tattoo would make that even more critical.
I'd also have to start avoiding tightier shirts at work, as the rings in my nipples would be visible through anything clingy. I was already noticing that my nipples were being kept harder than normal, perhaps just because of the constant sensations. It felt like they were even more sensitive now, and I had no idea if that feeling would lessen as they healed.
Of course, there was also the collar. Only a high collared shirt or a sweater would cover it. Most of the time, it would be at least partially visible. I'd have to get used to comments on it, pretending it was just normal jewelry, like the chain I used to wear in college. I would know the truth, of course, and I'd feel it every time I noticed someone's eyes on it, or had to thank someone for noticing it. I supposed that, every once in a while, there would also be a knowing glance from some stranger who recognized it for what it really was -- the symbol of my being owned as a sex slave.
Jane was still wearing a wide smile as she came downstairs. I never got tired of seeing how beautiful she was, and her ability to look sexy in office clothes seemed only to be increasing. I could tell she was dressing sexier on purpose, perhaps expressing a new confidence, or maybe to literally flirt with the men there, now that she could do what she wanted with them to achieve her own pleasures. Her husband at home was just the cuckolded punchline to those men. Some of them, I was sure, knew even more, about me knowing of her sexual freedom, or my lack thereof in my cage. Now there was even more she could share, if it pleased her to do so.
Our normal routine seemed too quick that morning and before I knew it, I was standing at the front door, sending her off to work with her coffee and lunch and briefcase, as though it was just another day. I had a full day of things to accomplish for work from home, but all I could think of was how I was dressed and marked, and how every one of those physical signs was marking me as hers.
"Be good today," she said with a teasing smile lighting up her face. "Dress pretty for me today. I like the idea of you at home in pretty things, only hiding them from your webcam when you have to."
