An adult stories – Fantasy to Reality – Ch. 06 by GoreanMaster,GoreanMaster 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.
“As I said, I suggest you talk to her Master about that. Of course I can do it, but at this point, she is the canvas and he is the artist and, well, I cannot do something that might displease him. He sends me a lot of business, you know.”
“Fine,” Teryn responded, almost in a huff. What the f had they been talking about?
“Ok, what do you say?” Karen asked the returning pair, releasing my arms and standing behind me to reveal her spiky-haired freak.
“Oh, this is so great,” Teryn effused with glee. “Just perfect, sure to draw just the right amount of attention.” Then to me, “Slave Jennifer, I can hardly wait to show you off to our friends!”
I would hold my tongue until we were outside. “I will call your Master and let him know you are on the way. See you again, I hope.” He was talking to Teryn. “And I know I will see you again,” to me.
I wanted to scream and release all my pent up emotions. Teryn and Joel shook hands, like partners, while I rose from the chair like a petulant child, walked out of the room and out of the shop. Teryn followed a few minutes later.
“What the fuck was that all about? I thought we were friends and you were here to support me,” I barked.
“Hey, hey, we are and I did. I think what you are doing is awesome, totally awesome. In just a few days, you have broken years of suppression. You are living out your fantasies and getting paid for it. I totally support you,” and she moved quickly into my space. She embraced me with enthusiasm, and I wrapped my arms around her with somewhat less enthusiasm. Somehow she always turned my anger and dissent into something positive. Somehow I always submitted to her explanation of the situation.
“Oww,” when she pressed so tightly against my breasts.
“Oh, I am so sorry, Jenn, I totally forgot. Will you forgive me?” and in seconds our lips were pressed tightly and our tongues were roaming free. Right on the sidewalk of Sunset Blvd.
Teryn broke it off by saying, “Hey, let’s get going. I am having such a blast and can hardly wait to meet your Master!”
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I listened intently while Joel described the latest session with Jennifer. His phone call included the details about Teryn removing the nipple binding and her request which he had denied. He was right to do so. I would decide for now the timing of such things. I was more impressed with Teryn. It seems she was slipping into this new role quite easily as she would one day be slipping her fingers into Jenn’s juicing little hole, that is if she hadn’t already. She had Domme tendencies for sure. However, I would no doubt learn all I need to know about that today.
I admit I was pretty surprised at the whole haircut thing and at first thinking that Teryn was taking things too far, too fast. Then I quickly realized a few things. For one, she knew Jenn far better than I did in some ways. Her life and the people in it and also it was she that would bear the backlash if she went too far. A more important point though was dawning on me. I was being far too nice. The pain had been mild, the humiliation slight. She would soon get bored with that. The nice guy was seeping into my work because she was who and what she was. The perfect slave, and for all the other reasons guys get smitten. I was being stupid. This was not a long term love affair. Teryn had the right idea. Time for me to get serious.
It wasn’t long until the pair knocked at the door and I gave my usual order to enter. I was torn between looking at Jenn and her new spiky hair and my interest in devouring Teryn for the first time. I wanted to see the look in Teryn’s eyes and expression on her face the moment that she saw and appraised me. Little things like that gave me insight. I looked her over as well. Slow enough to be sure she noticed. Then I waved them to sit.
I saw a look of surprise when she first saw me. That was no surprise though to me really. I may not look like the “Master” type, but looks can be deceiving. Her expression did not dissolve into humor or condescension, as it might with some people. What I did see was respect and curiosity. She had already passed a very important test within our first five seconds of meeting.
I was right in my assumption. She was Asian. Also beautiful, but different from Jenn. Probably a couple inches taller, same flawless skin. Not quite as striking as Jenn. Not to me, for sure. Whereas my sweet slave’s submissiveness exuded from her, Teryn had none of that aura. Definitely more like Vanessa, though faint. Something that could be nurtured and mature nicely. Perhaps into just what Jenn needed to keep her on fire, yet satisfied. A paradox in terms, perhaps, but completely understandable to me.
A whirlwind of thoughts had blown through my mind in that few seconds between the knock and them being seated. Then I turned my complete attention to Jenn.
I looked her over. There were still tears in her eyes. “Definitely a slut cut. Your outside is starting to mimic what you are inside. Show me your nipples.”
She was a bit slow to show them. She was no more happy with them than the haircut. I thumbed each of the sleeves up and down and she winced. I am not surprised that they hurt.
“Slave, I will again ask you the same question I did on the phone yesterday about your room mate. Do you think she is Domme or sub?” I could tell she was embarrassed to hear me say that aloud in front of Teryn.
“Master, from some of the things that she has said and done since you gave her the key to my cuffs, I would say she is a Mistress in need of a slave, just as I was a slave searching for a Master to free me.” Her head was bowed. It was difficult for her to say this aloud. “Perhaps different though in that I have long known what I am, and she is just beginning to learn.”
There was a brief pause then she added. “Maybe she is learning too fast.”
“By that I assume you two had a fun time last night.” They both blushed at that. Though I wanted to laugh, I maintained my cool. Time to turn up the heat for Jenn though.
“I understand that Teryn removed your nipple ties. Why was that?”
“Master, she wanted to suck on my nipples and I wanted her to so badly. Was that ok?”
“Yes, it was. Outside of disobeying an explicit command from me or further body modification, she can do with you with you as she pleases. She will be with you far more than I. I understand your confusion. Your situation is new. There will be questions of course.”
I had used the term body modification intentionally. Though it would sound scary, it was just a generic term usually for some form of piercing or tattoo. Of course there were more extreme as well.
“To continue then, after she sucked, and no doubt bit your hard nipples, did her fingers find your steamy little hole?”
I looked at Teryn as I said that. Her expression had quickly gone from embarrassed to a wicked grin. I nodded to her and knew she understood my meaning. She stood up, yanked Jenn’s chair back to give her room, and slid her hand under Jenn’s short skirt.
“Yessss, Master. Just like they are right now.”
Jenn was whimpering now and breathing rapidly.
“And tell me, did her lips and tongue follow her fingers?”
That was Teryn’s cue as she quickly knelt and roughly shoved Jenn’s knees wide apart, the short little mini offering no hindrance. Teryn’s tongue found its target.
“Yessss, Master. Yesssss. She made me cum so hard. Aiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee.”
“Ahhhh, and yet again I see.”
In spite of today’s ordeal so far, she was hot as a firecracker as usual.
Teryn stood up and looked down at her friend slumped in the chair, then she spoke. “You owe me one slave.”
I gave her a few minutes to recover as I grinned at a flashing thought. The idea of this scenario happening with two so young and beautiful women that barely knew me, would seem unbelievable to most. People would be shocked at my fond memories of a number of trysts similar to this. Maybe I bring out the naughty nature in women. No complaints here.
“As for your other request of Joel, he was right to deny you. It was against his ongoing instructions from me. But this presents a good opportunity for us to come to an understanding with Jenn.” I looked at my slave, to be sure she was paying attention.
“As you may or may not already know, she found me because she knew she needed a Master to fulfill her fantasies. Fate led her to me. She is now my slave and we have begun a journey together, because I understand what she is and needs. That being said, I have no problem giving you control over her when she is with you, or here under my direction. Things you want Joel to do, like the haircut, however, will require my permission. Agreed?”
She laughed, saluted, and said, “Yes, Sir.” Agreeable, yet not submissive. Perfect. I expected Jenn to rebel at this point but her head was down in subjugation at her most recent embarrassing experience, so I spoke for her.
“Slave, I can almost read your mind. How could we possibly discuss your use and fate right in front of you?”
“First, let me be clear. Unless you are already thinking of tearing up our contract, you will obey me and whoever I give dominion over you. That could be either another man or a woman. Slave. Look at me. Your friend has potential and needs training. Yes, Vanessa and I can give her that. More importantly, stop and think. You have passed up many relationships, no doubt. Men for sure. Probably women too. Why? Because you know that in your heart that they were all much too vanilla. Right in front of you is a beautiful woman that you already have feelings for. What more could you ask for?” I saw her eyes widen. She knew I was right. She made only one more comment.
“Yes, Master.”
“Now go get into your costume for today’s shoot. Then wait for us in the studio. I am sure you will find something there to keep you busy while I speak to Teryn alone.”
I saw another flash of insecurity in her eyes as she obeyed my command. She was being hooked even deeper by what she was experiencing each day and, no doubt, could not imagine going back to vanilla ever again.
Teryn and I both watched her hot little ass as she disappeared then gave each other a knowing grin.
“Well Teryn, you have been here just over twenty minutes. Are you shocked at how I conduct business?”
She hesitated only slightly, then spoke.
“Yes and no. Meaning, I would be totally shocked except for a few things. Everything that happened yesterday and Jenn’s newfound spark and excitement. I have been trying for months to get her to open up to new things, but her devotion to her parents and their wishes kept her nose in her studies. She has known you for less than a week and she is a whole different person. But I am beginning to understand. She trusts you, and now trusts me more than she ever did because of you.”
“Thank you, but she made the first move and found me, and I think we are only seeing the tip of the iceberg. I am just a mentor to guide her to her full potential and do it safely. I will help her fulfill some of her fantasies. Some should never be attempted to be made real. Submissive women like her are vulnerable to many dangers.”
“I am sure and am beginning to understand why she trusts you.”
“Good and I hope I gain your trust as well though that may be tested as you watch me explore the limits of your new pet. That is assuming you want to enjoy this ride with her.”
“So far, yes. What comes next?”
“I have a friend that is a professional Dominatrix. She will give you a few lessons as needed. She charges for those but if you sign a contract with me, I will pick up the tab for that as a business expense.”
She was about to interrupt but I held up my hand for silence and continued.
“I will explain my contract. It will be much the same as the one Jenn has already signed. Pictures, video, nudity, sex toys, etc. Before you freak out, part of the contract states that any videos or still photos will be altered with advanced photoshop techniques before any sale or distribution. In other words, even her mom wouldn’t recognize her. But no pictures of you today. You can wear a mask if you want but I will avoid taking pictures that show your face. Consider today an introduction to a new world with a little free training as well. After today you will need to be under contract. However as long as you and Jenn are together, you may call with questions. But I am hoping you continue to be involved with her training and seeking your own. There is much more to being in control of someone that you can possibly imagine right now. There is a lot of responsibility. We will continue this discussion soon and several times no doubt. There is much to learn for both of you. Right now though, let’s see what our slave is up to.”
I had hit Teryn with a lot of info and a big decision to make, but I wanted her to sleep on it at least. She needed time to process it all. To fuel her imagination though, I was about to give her a glimpse of Jenn’s new life. Shock and awe was what I was going for actually. Teryn’s life quite possibly was about to change as much as that of her roommate.
“Oh and by the way, I will give Joel the Ok for your request, but she will know it is your idea and not mine, so it will be up to you to convince her. I must say that I am a little shocked, but impressed at your initiative so far, especially with her new do.”
I kept her attention for a purpose. I wanted to get her first view of Jenn when she was close enough to get the full effect. Judging from the wide eyed, ‘deer-in-the-headlights’ look, it worked perfectly. There was her friend standing in her costume of the day. This was a pair of black spike heels about five inches high and nothing else. Well, actually at the moment she was also wearing a ball gag, also in black, to match her heels. She was standing with feet apart and her ankle cuffs attached to a spreader bar. There was a second bar for her wrists and connected to her cuffs as well as to her collar. She had to maintain her balance which I could see was not easy in the stilettos and bars, especially with Vanessa flogging her in strategic places. I could tell from the red marks inflicted, the intensity of the lashing had at least doubled from her last experience with the whip.
“Teryn, this is Vanessa, Jenn’s Mistress in a couple meetings thus far. Vanessa, this is slave’s roommate, Teryn, that I talked to you about.”
“Nice to meet you, Teryn. A little busy at the moment but observe and learn. We will talk later.”
I picked up my camera and began snapping pictures while still keeping an eye on Teryn for reactions. She finally found her voice.
“Wow. Heavy. Are you absolutely sure she wants this? How can she say no when she is gagged?”
I continued to take pictures as I explained. “That’s the whole point. She can’t but again it boils down to trust. If I were anywhere near her limits I would have given her a “safe word.” That is just a term, since it is not always something spoken, as in when the submissive is gagged. It can be a gesture or anything agreed upon previously to stop everything. That also allows any other words like ‘no’, or ‘stop’ to be used in role play and disregarded. Since what is happening right now is just play and training, a safe word is not necessary, but just as important as not being able to say no is the way she is saying yes.” I took her hand and pulled her closer then wiped it over Jenn’s smoothly shaven crotch. It came away slick and shiny. I held it up to Teryn’s face and saw her take a deep breath and run her tongue over her fingers.
“Does that answer your question?”
Suddenly she realized what she was doing and sheepishly said, “Yes Sir, completely.”
She watched Vanessa alternate assaults from the whip, with holding a small vibrator against her victim’s clit but not long enough to let her cum. After a few cycles Teryn spoke up.
“Mistress Vanessa. Let me try. That looks like fun.”
“Of course.”
She was tentative at first with her strikes. That was to be expected. Van said, “No, too light,” as she came up behind Teryn and put her hand around her on her stomach. Then she put her other hand over Teryn’s whip hand. She guided her on the next stroke and the next till Teryn got the hang of it.
“It is a learned skill. A whip is a dangerous toy like many you will find around here. None are for the novice without sufficient training. You will learn that.” Vanessa voice was very serious.
I didn’t fail to notice the full body contact between Teryn and Van, who caught my eye and winked at me. I let Teryn practice a few more rounds of pain and pleasure before I spoke and said, “Enough of that for now. We have other things to do.”
I removed Jenn’s gag, letting it hang wrapped around her neck, and she took a deep breath and whispered to me.
“Please Master. This is torture. Please make me cum. Have pity on your slave.”
“You are such a brazen little slut. Speak louder. I want our friends to hear you beg.”
Vanessa was behind her about to remove her spreaders as I was using my fingers to play between Jenn’s pussy lips and over her clit. I shook my head to Van so she would wait.
“Please help me. I need it so bad, Master. Make me cum. Teryn, Mistress, someone do it. Pleasssssseeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!”
My fingers kept moving as I whispered in her ear. “You are getting good at begging. Your Master is pleased.”
Teryn stepped up beside me and pulled at Jenn’s nipple sleeves. Then she grabbed a handful of hair and locked their lips together in a passionate kiss. I felt Teryn’s fingers with mine as we played her juicy pussy like a magical musical instrument. And the music was so sweet. I had forgotten about Van but she was still behind the girl. No doubt her fingers were probing the tight little Asian back door. We were a strange little foursome right then, but of one mind. Our reward was the shriek that Jenn let out as she erupted, coating our hands with her sweet nectar. The room was already beginning to smell like sweat and sex.
I felt her legs buckle but caught her and nodded for Van to remove the bars. I knew a mini orgy would be fun, but that was not for today. I carried her to the fur rug and laid her down.
“Rest for a bit. We still have things to accomplish.”
Teryn looked down on her and said solemnly, “That’s two you owe me.”
While we waited, Van said to me. “She is only so so with those heels. She needs practice, but that takes time. Maybe you have suggestions.”
Teryn was listening but also noting all the wondrously kinky things all around her.
“Teryn, high heels are about as far from Gorean as it gets, but they have a purpose here. As you know, women wear them to attract attention because of the way they make their legs look, especially in a very short skirt or dress. This also translates to modeling, since men and women viewing, love to see toned calves, thighs and tight bottom. The higher the heel the more all these muscles are worked.”
Jenn had recovered enough and was sitting and listening.
“Slave. Walk to me slowly. One foot in front of the other. Show me how you walk.”
She had a little trouble standing but managed. I enjoyed watching her naked body move and I could tell she wanted my approval.
“Now walk back to where you were, then return to me.”
As much as I was trying to be businesslike and objective, her little round ass totally distracted me. Ok, so I am an “ass man.” Well legs too, and, and, well, in her case, everything.
“Not bad, but you need practice with those heels which will tone those legs even more. Then more practice with other heels one and two inches taller. But you have to progress slowly or risk injury.
“Now, I want you to walk from here to the bed and back five times. Try to walk like you are on the catwalk in a fancy outfit and nothing else matters.” We watched her intently and with each pass she got better until her walk was nearly perfect. We all clapped and cheered. She blushed at first, but then smiled, enjoying the attention. Happier at the moment, but not for long. This was a real roller coaster ride for her today.
I spoke up then and said to everyone. “I think it’s time for a different type of lesson that will be important to our slave. Here, let me attach this leash to your collar. I think it will add to the pictures I take to document this.”
Before I could attach the leash she dropped to all fours. A very fast learner. I clipped on the leash and led her again to the fur rug. I barely nodded to her and she immediately went to the pleasure slave position without the verbal command. I placed the video cameras around her and picked up my digital still. I turned to Vanessa and said. “Ok, your show for this one.” She grinned.
While Van was getting the props, I took away the ball gag still hanging from her neck and replaced it with a dental gag. She didn’t like that much and tried to protest, especially when I tightened the screws to widen her jaws even more. Too late to protest now.
I have forgotten to mention how Vanessa was dressed. She had on her signature thigh high shiny black boots. And to match a corset tightly strung to accentuate her sexy figure. Nothing above, nothing below it. Just shiny leather that stopped under her breasts and went down to her waist. Blatently showing off all her goodies as well as her ringed nipples and ringed clit hood.
She walked over to the toy drawers and took out a harness for a dildo. Some people call the combination a strap-on. It does look a little strange when a fake cock is protruding from a woman. I let her take over as I got all the cameras ready.
“Now listen carefully, little slut. There is a skill you need to perfect as a slave for men but this little toy will help me teach you. The reason a slave needs to be able to handle being deeply throat fucked is twofold. First to please her Master of course. The second is to help you survive a man with a huge cock and who really doesn’t care if you choke to death or not. So it is a necessary skill and in this case makes for great camera stills and video of you getting your throat fucked.”
It never ceased to amaze me how much more crudely women talked than men. Well at least more than I did. Sometimes it was necessary. Sometimes not. But Van was always brazen.
“Deep throating, as it was named for the movie of old, is an art, and a survival skill. Most important is the angle, if you are lucky enough to be in the right position or can get there. Tilting the head back so the entry is a straight line into the throat is best. You can time your breathing with his thrusts. If your mouth is at a right angle with your throat he will be pounding the back of your throat trying to get further. Not good. Here again you find the difference between the wannabe and the Master. A Master will know the mechanics. The other problem is a man that is huge. There is very little room for air. You have to practice or you could pass out from lack of oxygen. Hopefully the man will stop if you do.”
She was pretty knowledgeable for a woman that was totally into women. But I never asked her about her past. Then she spoke directly to Teryn.
“Watch closely.” Then she took Jenn by the hair and started pushing the dildo into her mouth. When it hit the back of her throat, Van said, “Now lean forward more and tilt your head back. That will force his cock downward and align it with your throat.”
She gagged some until she got the rhythm but did pretty well.
“If your head is hanging down like on the rape rack the positioning is easier. If you are suspended upside down, again tilting your head back helps a lot. But what you can’t control is the size of the cock you are being face fucked with. So, you need to experience bigger than this.”
She withdrew to allow Jenn to breathe as she addressed Teryn. “Come here and pick out a harnass that fits you and a bigger dildo for your new slave to practice on. Trust me, this is a skill she will need. Wait. Take off those Daisy Dukes. They will just get in the way. Get used to being naked around Jenn’s Master. He has seen so many naked women in this studio that he will not be distracted.”
Not entirely true, I thought. I am human and a guy.
Teryn was having the time of her life. After strapping on the harnass and adjusting it she took great care to select a large dildo. Probably eight inches long and thick. Jenn just stared with a wild look in her eyes as Teryn approached her.
“Open wide slave.” And she did. It was an erotic sight and my camera’s captured it all. She did well. And when Teryn finally withdrew, I wondered how wet Jenn was right now. Then I saw Teryn walk over to Van and whisper in her ear. I knew they were up to something from the grin on Vanessa’s face.
“Dom, Teryn has an excellent idea. She thinks her slave has done well but she wants to see how she does with the real thing. I think that is a reasonable request. Don’t you?”
Wicked wenches. Not that I wouldn’t love to feel Jenn’s mouth on me, but when it comes to oral sex with a woman I am more of a giver than a receiver. Various reasons I guess. While giving, I am in control. Actually that is pretty much my favorite fetish, if you will. Controlling a woman’s orgasms. Making her beg for them, and with some women, them having so many they beg me to stop so they can recover. My favorite form of ‘torture’ and it just gave me an idea. But I could not say no, again for a few reasons. Vanessa would never let me forget it for sure. And, well, I was more than ready to sample this Asian treat.
As I approached Jenn there on her knees, she looked at Teryn. I could see she was embarrassed at doing this in front of Teryn. Her eyes begged but she could not speak at all.
Teryn read her eyes though and said, “It was my idea. I always wanted to see you suck cock. Be glad it is not a stranger on the street that I chose. Besides, don’t you think you owe your Master a little pleasure after all he is doing for you?”
I commanded her to unbuckle my belt and proceed.
Long story short, she took it pretty well. I deep throated her slowly for a few seconds enjoying the softness of her mouth but then I fucked her throat viciously until she gagged and still I continued. But the whole situation was way too hot. I splattered down her throat then wiped myself on her tongue. The other two girls gave her another applause. Well done for sure. Teryn had no trouble giving her a deep kiss. No doubt tasting me as well. Very, very erotic.
As I adjusted my belt and zipper, I turned to the other girls.
“Teryn, I have arranged and paid for an hour of Van’s time for you and her to talk, share ideas, and for you to ask questions. You can use the front foyer, or take a walk to Starbucks down the street. I will keep our slave busy for at least another hour.”
“Thank you, Sir. Mistress Vanessa?” Teryn responded.
“Mistress Teryn, let’s get a frap. See you two later,” Van said and taking Teryn’s hand, they left. Teryn turned to Jenn as she walked from the room, a big smile on her face, and winked.
They both grabbed just enough clothes to prevent getting arrested as they left the studio.
“Now, my little slave, we have been having a lot of fun and I enjoy teaching you and seeing Van and Teryn with you. The videos and pictures have been great but now that we have time alone we need to do a serious photo shoot. I need something specific. Let’s work.
She could not speak to agree or disagree and she had no idea what I had in mind.
I chained her wrists and ankles first to a frame made of wood, an ankle and wrist at each corner.
I set the scenario. “I want to see fear. Remember our talks about that. You are captive and totally helpless. You have no idea of what will be done to you. Gang rape would be the best you could hope for. All this must show in your eyes.”
She did well as I clicked away but I added a little incentive. I picked up the heavy whip and hit the frame hard enough to scare her. “Fear, slave. Remember what could happen to you when you are helpless. What this whip could do to your tender flesh. I lashed her ass a couple times, hard enough to drive my point home.”
That made a difference in the look in her eyes. Just enough. I continued to chain her to different apparatus, in different positions and take pictures from all angles. Lots of them.
“Ok. Not bad. I will have a lot of editing to do this week while you are in school. But I have one more set to do before your Mistresses return. I led her to the bed and I am sure she wondered just what I had in mind. I laid her back across the bed with her feet on the floor. Then I chained her wrists to the side post of the bed. I did the same with her ankles after spreading them pretty wide to the same posts. A great position for a good hard fuck but that wasn’t my plan. I removed the gag. I wanted to see every expression on her face this time.
She spoke up immediately when I removed the gag. “Master, you are abusing me and Teryn is worse.”
I wiped my hand over her sloppy cunt then over her mouth and nose. “Yes, we are and you are loving it.” What more could she say?
“Since you have a roommate and in the past no doubt lived with your parents, I am betting that every time you wanted to masturbate, even in the shower, you had to control yourself so you wouldn’t make too much noise. Am I right? And did that frustrate you? Though I am sure it is now a habit.”
“Yes Master, you are exactly right. I had to control myself so not to scream.”
“Yes, as I thought. Now, I want for you to let go everything. I am going to make you cum and I want you to not even think about anything else. I want to capture your most primal sounds and looks. Let it all happen. No restraint. No control. Cum as hard and as loud as you want. It will be amazing for you and the camera.”
I took some video and stills of her whole body, bound as it was to the bed. Then I set up the cameras to capture close ups of her face and upper body. It was time to use my experience and technique to give her all the orgasms she could handle. But first to make her beg for them. I was capturing sound as well.
“Pleasure and pain are already becoming one to you so I am going to introduce you to one of my favorite toys. It is called a Violet Wand.”
I turned it on so she could watch it at first, then brought my fingertips close to it so she could see the static electric sparks shoot between the wand and my fingers. I saw terror in her eyes. It stung about the same as the discharge of static when walking across a rug then touching something or someone. But when sensitive body parts were involved it was a little intimidating. Then I zapped her. First the inside of each thigh and each sleeved nipple.
“There is a much more fun way to use this though.” I wrapped my left hand around the glass part of the wand then with a finger on my right hand I touched a nipple. She flinched and howled at the spark that flew between my finger and her extended nipple. Holding the nipple gave no spark until I released it, then there was another. Only the proximity when moving close or away sent the shock. Now I was ready. Since I had her legs chained wide I could lean in and with just the tip of my tongue, place little sparks up her pussy lips, across and over her clit. Down the other side and below her pussy hole all the way to her other tight little hole. She was squirming and whimpering and many other sounds of pain and delight. Then I rubbed my tongue rapidly back and forth across her clit. No spark doing this until I pulled away. I could control her pain and pleasure with just my tongue. Then I used my finger on her g-spot, but only igniting her with a spark as my finger was about to enter her and then was removed. But I did not let her cum. Not yet.
Then I laid aside the wand and went slow. I never tasted a woman so incredibly delicious but I had a goal. This was my fetish and I enjoyed it. Experience had made me good at making woman beg for an orgasm. I varied everything. Slow, fast, hard, soft. She writhed on the bed as much as her chains would allow.
“Please Master. Again you are torturing me. Make me cum. I am your slave. I will do anything you want but please make me cum.”
I didn’t say anything but just increased my ministrations. I licked her, every part of her. Her clit and lips, and down farther. The, oh so sensitive area between her pussy and ass opening. I had to hold her by the hips just to keep her still enough to continue. Then I darted the tip of my tongue in and out of her ass and making all the thousands of little nerves there send their messages to her clit and her brain. Whether she had ever experienced that I didn’t know but from her explosive reaction, her flooding juices and her scream of ecstasy, I am guessing she hadn’t felt that before. I backed off only slightly but continued to play with her. This time concentrating on her clit and it wasn’t long till she was cumming again. Then I increased my tongue lashing and used my hands on her hips and thighs before rubbing her g-spot light then rough. Her next big ‘O’ came more quickly. I knew all her buttons now and could make her cum at my will. All of the sounds she made were beautiful. All the whimpers. All the moans. All the screams each time she reached orgasm. I wasn’t keeping track of how many. Soon, hardly able to breathe she said, “Stop. No more. I can’t take any more.”
Music to my ears and incredible for the camera. I flicked her clit with my tongue a few more times then I sucked her clit hard. She spasmed once more and screamed one last time. I pulled back then and grabbed one of the video cameras to catch those last contractions ultra close up. She lay there exhausted.
“I am betting if I gave you ten minutes to recover, you would be ready to do it all over again. But enough for today.” She couldn’t speak at the moment anyway.
I unchained her from the bed and helped her up. Removing her leash I guided her to the dressing room I said. “Go shower and come back to the office. I am sure the others will be here by then. Oh and bring the shoes with you. Teryn can help you practice at home.”
As I went through the door I saw that Van and Teryn were already there. It was Vanessa that said. “Well it’s about time. What have you been up too?” She came over to me and sniffed the juices on my face. Then she licked my cheek. “I thought so, you dirty old man.” I grinned and they both laughed.
“I suggested Teryn borrow a few items from your supply room to help in her training at home.”
“Please, may I, Sir? I promise to bring them back the moment you ask. Vanessa gave me some great ideas, and some I can use stuff at our apartment, but some need special equipment.”
“Of course. Van, take Teryn to the supply cabinets and there is probably a sports bag you can use. Our little slave will be back in a few. She is just showering up.”
The two girls left the room, Teryn giggling like she had just won the lottery. I had only a few moments to contemplate all that had happened today when Jenn walked in. I really liked her new hair style. And with the nose ring she looked the totally rebellious Asian slut.
“Your roomie will be back in a sec. She and Mistress Van seem to have had a good time.”
“Master, what are you doing to me?” I turned to face my new bondage model. “I don’t think I want to be a Gorean slave anymore. I am becoming nothing more than a slut. I don’t know about this, Master.” She held out her wrists, wrapped in steel, and with one hand flicked her new hair style.
“Ahhh, but you do know. I am not turning you into anything. I am just bringing out what you are and want to be.”
Just then, Teryn and Van returned, all smiles, Teryn carrying a gym bag over her shoulder. It looked a little heavy.
“Hey, slave?” Teryn said to Jenn. “Have fun while we were gone?”
Jenn lowered her head, unable to meet the dominant gaze of her roommate. “It was ok, yeah.”
“Teryn and I talked about a few changes, with your permission,” Vanessa addressed me.
“For example?” I countered.
“We agree that even though Jenn loves her steel, she might equally like leather. Right, slave?” Vanessa looked directly at Jenn. It appeared she had a choice, even though I was sure the steel for leather trade was already predetermined.
Jenn looked at me, but I was noncommittal. “I guess so.”
“Then let’s do it.” Teryn walked behind Jenn and using her key, released the collar. She set the steel on the table, with an audible clank. While Teryn moved around to the front to remove the cuffs, Van came around from the back and wrapped a black dog collar around Jenn’s neck. But this was no common collar. In rhinestones across the front of the collar it said SLUT. Jenn had no idea it was there.
Jenn had a blank look on her face. She was making no attempt to resist what was happening. But when Van shut a small padlock on the back of her collar with an audible CLICK, her eyes flew open. In just a few moments, both wrists and ankles were enslaved with leather and small locks.
“Whatya think?” Van asked to no one in particular. Teryn clapped in glee and I nodded with a smile.
Jenn looked to me and then back to Teryn, then back to me. I noted these leather cuff had clips like carabiners. They were easy to clip together, needed no lock, but were impossible to unclip without help. I sensed Teryn had several plans for tonight.
I pulled out my money clip and was about to hand Jennifer $400, but then quickly calculated my options and instead handed them to Teryn. “Now that you have a mistress, slave, I think she should handle your earnings. We wouldn’t want you losing or wasting them,” I said with a smile.
“But Master,…” Jennifer started, but immediately Teryn interjected.
“Thank your Master. Don’t be ungrateful, slave.” Jennifer was stunned by this turn of events, her mouth wide open. I know she wanted to rebel, but like a chastened child she turned to me.
“Thank you, Master,” with no enthusiasm.
Wielding a leather leash, Teryn swiped the back of Jenn’s thighs, causing her to jump and yelp in pain. “Why did you do that?” Jenn angrily responded.
“Thank your Master correctly, explaining why you are thankful, slave. I have known you to be ungrateful ever since we started rooming. You seem to think appreciation is beneath you. Now thank him correctly or else!”
I think both Van and I were both stunned, yet overjoyed by this exchange. Jenn did not retort, she just turned to me and said, “Thank you, Master, for your training and this opportunity to model for you, and for paying me for it.”
“You’re welcome, kajira,” I responded with a smile.
“And what about Mistress Vanessa?” Teryn chimed.
“Thank you, Mistress Vanessa, for training me and…” she started, but then had to bite her lower lip. She was close to tears.
I was about to react, when Teryn stepped forward, clipped the leash on Jenn’s SLUT collar, and said, “And thank you Sir and Vanessa. We should get going. School tomorrow, and we have much to do before hitting the books, right slave?”
“Yes,” Jenn whispered.
“Teryn, I look forward to seeing you again. I will make that appointment with Joel for after school hours tomorrow, come here after. I have plenty to do here with the photos and vids in the morning. When can you make it to see Joel?”
“We have an early day tomorrow. How about 1 PM?”
“Perfect. You should be here about two or so then.”
Van, left just a few minutes after them, but turned and said. “Uhhh, Teryn likes power over a slave a lot, like she was born for it. Whether her dominance will match Jenn’s submissiveness will be interesting to see. I hope they are at the same level when they both discover what that is.”
I understood exactly what she meant. I thought I had talked to Teryn about pushing a slave beyond her limits. Perhaps I had not. Not that it would have mattered probably anyway.
I was left in a daze. What a day. I could still taste the little Asian. I was a contented man for now and more adventures to come. I was also pleased that we had begun to push Jenn’s limits. I could only imagine what would take place tonight between the two girls. Some kind of sparks were going to fly there too.
I called Joel to tell him I ok’d Teryn’s request and they would be there about 1 PM. I also told him to get here before they did as I had some plans for Jenn when she got here after her appointment. He would come in the back way so not to cross paths with them.
I had one or two more calls to make. One especially, to confirm one more participant in tomorrow’s festivities. Another actor that was perfect for his role.