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"Ok, see you in a few." I had just finished calling my mom as the plane from Dallas taxied up to the ramp at LA. I was a little nervous, but everything seemed to be under control.
Before leaving, I had convinced Diaw to remove the SLAVE earrings, and tongue stud. They joined the neck collar in my check-in bag. I promised that as soon as it was safe, I would relock the collar around my neck, relock the SLAVE earrings in my ears, and relock the tongue ring for my return trip. He kept the keys and some latch tool, so once relocked, these items would not be coming off.
Diaw let me wear clothes that were not too tight or too short. So for all practical purposes, on the outside, I looked the same as when I left 3 days ago.
But I wasn't, of course, and now my thoughts were of once-Mistress, now slave Amy. What were they doing to her? What can I do to help her?
I begged him to remove the pussy ring locks, but he refused. Considering how much he had yielded so far, I decided not to push it. I imagined that the FSA had seen it all by now, so another slut with locks on her pussy would not be anything out of the ordinary.
Then I begged him to at least remove the tinkle bell, which hung from a small opening between the pussy locks. He also refused that. Fuck.
As expected, the locks immediately triggered the security alarm and a body scanner confirmed metal in the area of my crotch. The guy looked at me as if to say, "What's down there?" I couldn't just blurt out, "Locks to shut my pussy," could I? So instead, I just stared dumbly, as though I spoke no English. Then I shrugged to confirm my lack of understanding.
He called over a female agent, who asked the same question. I decided to tell the semi-truth. "My boyfriend locked my pussy closed," I whispered to her.
"Follow me, please." Just as I assumed, no big deal. We walked to a side room, where another female agent was sitting. They both led me to a changing room, where the younger, Hispanic asked me to raise my skirt. I did so. "Nice touch," she said, flicking the tinkle bell. I just bit down on my tatted lip.
She asked me to remove the locks.
"I can't, he kept the keys."
"Look, honey," she said, "this is a problem. You wouldn't be the first terrorist to hide something in your vagina. I need to remove them to confirm you are clean. We have a multitude of keys, so if that works, fine. If not, I will have to cut them off."
"OK," I said quietly, knowing that my juices were beginning to run. "But please hurry, my flight is leaving soon."
The original female agent was gone only a few minutes. It was awkward standing in the room alone, knowing what was going to happen.
When she returned, she had a key ring filled with random keys. She pulled on latex gloves, of course. She could see the leakage from my cunt. I am amazed she made no sarcastic comments. A+ for the FSA!
"They are Master Locks, so we might be in luck here." Sure enough, after few tries, she had them all opened. The Hispanic waved her magic wand over my pussy and there was no sound.
"Sorry for the inconvenience, ma'am."
"No problem." She handed me the wet locks. She looked at me questioningly, no doubt wondering what I would do with them. "Can I have one of your gloves. I'll just drop them in the glove for safe keeping."
"Sure."
I thought of asking for a bit of privacy to remove the tinkle bell, but then decided it probably had a latch that would make that difficult, if not impossible.
I dropped the glove with the locks in my carry-on, followed the women out the door and made my way down the departure corridor, stopping along the way for some Dallas Cheerleader panties to absorb my juices and more importantly, to press against my pussy and keep the bell from ringing.
My parents were waiting in the baggage claim area. We I stopped at a restaurant outside the airport for dinner. Of course, my parents were curious about Diaw. I told them an abundance of lies, that he was a good Chinese boy, that his parents were really wealthy, and that he had a great job. I guaranteed them that I would use my head, not give away my virginity until marriage, that they could relax, because when I was there, we stayed at his parent's place, even though he had a house of his own. We wanted to make sure no one thought we were playing house.
And then I told them that I was going back next weekend again.
This got both my mom and dad upset, but when I showed them the air tickets and told them Diaw had paid for them, that calmed down dad. And when I assured them I would stay at his parent's place in my own room, that calmed down mom.
Throughout the meal, I was aware of the rings that now pierced my nipples, pussy lips, and clitty. Just knowing this kept the juices flowing freely, and I was glad I had on the Cheerleader panties that I bought at the airport.
As soon as they dropped me off at my apartment, I raced to my room, stripped, and jumped in the shower. I was so hot. I loved to masturbate by shoving the shower head with the intense spray into my pussy. I put the setting on PULSE, and in moments, I had a delicious cum. Oddly, however, it was not as satisfying as in the past. After all the rapes I had endured, this shower rape seemed so artificial.
When I stood before the mirror, it was my first chance to look at myself and what they had done to me. Several red slash marks reminded me of the whips. My nipples were still a little red, but I really liked the rings. They felt so right and as I played with them, my nippies hardened and that alone caused me to juice. I twisted my head left and right, looking at the grommet that had been driven through my septum. I stuck out my tongue and checked the piercing hole. I had to make sure it did not heal and close. I pouted my lip, reading my slave registration number as a mirror image.
And of course, the bell tinkled constantly.
I spread my legs and tugged my pussy rings left and right. They also felt wonderful and before I knew it, I had lifted one foot onto the bathroom sink, and while pulling on the tinkle bell chain, I had another orgasm. I was quickly becoming a cum machine. I laughed at what Mistress Amy used to call me, wet cunt.
The week sped by. I loved playing with my rings, and many times I had to stop in a public restroom stall to cum. I wore a bra to hide the piercing and panties to keep the bell from ringing, so while no one could possibly know I was a pierced and belled slave, I still imagined they could see through my clothes. The first few days I felled overdressed with the bra and panties, but I quickly removed them when not in public.
Diaw had my personal email password, but I still had my school account. Most of the important people in my life were also available in this school email, so it was not a major problem at the moment.
Back at my apartment, I dared not lock the collar, earrings, or tongue stud. But those symbols of slavery were never far away. I went to the local piercing salon and bought a bright pink tongue stud, inserting it and twisting the balls top and bottom. Whenever I was alone or not with people I knew, I kept the stud in. I went to the Petsmart shop and got a dog collar. I wore it at home and several times in public when I went shopping. And I bought a chain leash, which I clipped to my collar and sometimes to my clitty ring, just to practice what it would feel like as I walked around the apartment.
And I always wore fuck-me hoops in my ears, knowing that soon the SLAVE earrings would dangle from those piercings. In short, I did everything possible to continue my introduction into real life slavery.
And many times, I inserted earrings into my septum gromment, just to see how I looked and to feel the ring on my lip. Yes, it made me very hot. Very, very. And yes, I had a wet cunt all the time, it seemed. If my pussy had been locked, I would have gone insane, I am quite sure.
I started on the pill. It might be too late, but based on the previous weekend, I could expect the same fuckathon the next weekend. And looking back, it was very hot!
My classes went smoothly enough, though I was always aware that I was not the same and always thinking of slave Amy and what they might be doing to her. It made me sad to think of her. In some ways, I had abandoned her to some very sadistic people, but I justified it by thinking that if our situations were reversed, I doubt she would have sacrificed herself to save me. She got herself into this mess and if I had a chance to help her, I would, but if not, then...tough.
My mom called several times, trying to talk me out of returning to Dallas on Friday, but each time I reassured her that nothing would go wrong, and that I would be back on Sunday.
On Wednesday, mom called my cousin, Brandi, and soon thereafter called me. Brandi must have told her about how I looked, but I doubted she would have told my mom about my tongue ring, for example. I played it by ear, never asking exactly what Brandi had said.
"She said you dressed very revealing, like an Egyptian jet setter."
"Haha," I chuckled, my stomach in knots, not knowing how far this would go. 'Oh, mom, relax. Of course, I dressed nicely, but do you think I am crazy? I wouldn't want Diaw's parents to think poorly of me. Relax, you worry too much. I am a grown woman, you know."
And so I managed to get through that inquisition, and mom seemed pacified.
I had one meeting with my thesis advisor on Friday at 9:00, and as soon as that ended, I returned to my apartment, snapped on the slavery tongue ring, as well as the SLAVE earrings. I would wait until arrival in Dallas before adorning the steel collar and pussy locks. I was concerned that the bell would set off the alarm, but there was nothing I could do about that.
I took the campus shuttle to the airport. I wish it ran on Sunday when I returned, so I didn't have to face my parents, but it only ran on Friday, as a convenience to students.
I dressed in the same clothes as I returned from Dallas 5 days ago. It was a nice outfit, only this time I wore no bra and panties. The security x-ray triggered a look into my handbag and an examination of the steel collar. He looked at me and I gave him a blank expression. But inside I smiled. No other alarms went off, thankfully!
