Wednesday

This morning slave awoke with Master, so again, i was allowed to shower with Him and wash Him. i can think of no better way to begin a day.

Slave's clothing for today was much as the previous days, a short see-through dark-blue lace dress and 3-inch mules. The lace makes the dress a little less blatantly see-through, but only the very casual observer would fail to realize that slave is naked inside the dress.

W/we went through the hotel lobby and began walked around the city. As i suspected, fewer people seemed shocked by slave in this dress than in some of the others. The ring through slave's nose caused quite a bit of reaction. W/we walked mostly north and west, through the City Center , along Van Ness all the way to Union Street .

On Union Street i overheard a woman say to another, “There he is again, that man with those exotic women.”

“Women?” Apparently, she recognized Master, but didn't recognize that i was the same “exotic” woman.

Master led slave to the sex store we had visited a couple days earlier. “Welcome. I was hoping you would come back. Oh, I see you have some new jewelry; very striking!” The nice store owner seemed genuinely pleased to see Master and His slave. She was not at all hesitant to stare at the ring in slave's nose.

Master instructed slave to show Kara the other piercings. The only way slave could do that was to remove slave's dress; so i did. i think this was the first time that i had gotten naked in front of a stranger without being specifically told to. i laid the dress on the counter top.

Kara reached toward the “bar-bells”, then paused and turned to Master, “May I?”

“Of course, please do.” Master replied. “Oh, I don't think I introduced her before. Kara, this is odalisque.”

“What a beautiful name and so appropriate,” she said as she took the barbell in slave's left nipple and slid it and twisted it. “Are these the jewelry of choice or just until the piercings heal?”

“They are temporary.” Master said, “I have rings to match the one in her nose for later.”

“I think you could put the rings in tomorrow, but certainly Friday, you must be a very quick healer, odalisque. I don't want to sound pushy or hard-sell, but I have some chains that would look wonderful going from nipple-to-nipple or nipple-to-nose-to-nipple.” She released slave's nipple and went to another counter and came back with some chain.

Master looked at the chain and said that He would like lengths for nipple-to-nose-to-nipple, as well as nipple-to-nipple. “How large are the rings for her nipples?” Kara asked.

“They are exactly the same as the ring through her nose.” Master said.

“I'm sorry, you said ‘matching', i just wasn't sure how ‘exactly' matching. For the nipple-to-nose, do you want the ring hanging down or pulled up?” Kara and Master were talking about me as if i wasn't there, or i was a dress to be altered.

Master replied, “I think we should have them both ways. Rings down for decoration, but there will be times when I might want to use the chains to assure that o's head remains bowed; Rings up for that.”

“Oh, lovely, well I think I had better measure the ring for the correct fitting. Kara got a ruler and measured the ring in slave's nose. Then she placed the end of the ruler against slave's nipple and made a mark with a pen. I will measure a little short to be safe; I assume you wouldn't mind if the nipple is pulled a little by the short set.”

“Not at all.” Master said.

At that moment the bell over the front door rang. Incredibly, slave's first reaction was to try to cover up. i caught slave's faux pas pretty quickly. i hoped that Master didn't notice, but i was sure that he did. i was surprised at slave. After all the people that i have been naked in front of, i can't begin to explain why, now, i flinched at the sound of the bell. That is all it really was, just a flinch. i hoped Master would not be too disappointed in me.

Two men and a woman entered the store, “Holy shit, this must be our lucky day. We better buy a lottery ticket as soon as we leave here.”

“Can I help you folks?” Kara asked, in a way that, i think, she intended to bring a more business-like tone to the situation.

“I don't know about them, but you've already done wonders for me!” this man seemed to be the spokesperson for the trio. “Don't let us bother you, we'll just look around a little.” Having said that, all three just stood, and stared at me. After a few minutes, the woman moved to the video rack, followed, moments later, by the men.

Kara now went to a tape-measure and measured the distances between her pen marks and her pen marks and to the ring in slave's nose. When she measured between nipples, she asked if Master wished a little slack on that chain. He did. Her hands were very soft, a little cool, and i enjoyed her attention to slave's breasts.

“Since you are going to be using the ‘permanent' rings, i will put fasteners on the ends of the chains. Is there anything else you would like? Come to think of it, you didn't ask for these, they were kinda my idea weren't they.” Kara said it with a little chuckle in her voice.

“There may be something else. I have heard that there are remote controlled egg vibrators available; do you have such a thing?”

Kara said with a twinkle in her voice, “There very definitely is such a thing and I do stock them. There are a couple of different models. How much control do you want and what distance do you need?”

i was watching the trio of “shoppers” out of the corner of slave's eye. They were looking at some of the merchandise but looking at me, too. At the mention of the remote vibrator, all three gave up any pretence of shopping and turned to watch me.

Kara went to the drawers behind the counter and brought out three egg-shaped vibrators. “This one is the most expensive, this is the cheapest, but i would recommend the middle one. It works at twenty-five to thirty feet, often farther, and it has 6 speeds. Would you like to try it?”

Master, of course, said that He would. Kara removed the egg from the package and handed it to Master. He stepped behind me, slipped His finger into slave's sex and, feeling i was already wet, He slipped the egg inside me. i looked at the trio and they were smiling and gawking at the same time, if that's possible.

“With your permission…” Kara indicated that she would show Master the controls.

“Please…”

“These do come with batteries, but you probably want to replace them with fresh ones; no telling how long they have been on how many shelves. You can set the speed here and use the “on” button as a toggle, like so.” She flicked the switch and i felt a quick “quivering” within slave's sex. “Or you can turn it on and let it build and increase the speeds as you wish and as she responds.” With that she turned the egg on and the quivering began and continued.

She turned the egg to the next speed; the quivering became trembling. The next speed became shuddering, then rumbling, Kara turned to the next speed and the vibrations seemed to be reverberating off of slave's whole insides. i could hear slave moaning, but i didn't care.

i saw the look of awe on the trio of “shoppers” and a look on Kara's face that i really couldn't quite discern. She still had one speed left and i didn't know what that would be like so i figured i'd rather be safe than sorry. i looked into Master's eyes and said, “Master… may your...slave cum, p…lease?”

Slave's legs were beginning to wobble and get weak; i could feel the perspiration on slave's body mingling with the juices leaking out of slave's sex. “Do you want to cum right here in front of these strangers, odalisque?” Master asked mockingly, and nodded to Kara to go to the sixth setting.

Kara set the intensity to number six.

“Yes, Master… i need… to cum… really… badly… please… i beg You to… allow Your slave to… cum.” Slave's breathes were so quick and shallow it was difficult to talk.

Master said, “you may cum, o.”

i started to say “Thank you Master.” but the word Master was screamed out of slave's mouth as slave's legs gave out and i crumpled to the floor at Master's feet. i was still shuddering through the orgasm when i heard Kara say, “Wow, she is one hot little girl. Did you train her that way, or is she a natural?”

“A little of both, I suspect.” Master said, and He bent to help me regain slave's feet, if not slave's equanimity. When i was on slave's feet, i could see the trio of strangers turn and walk out of the shop.

“Oh, Mistress, i hope i didn't cost you a sale, i'm afraid i ran off your customers.”

“Don't worry about it, odalisque, they're locals, and after that demonstration, they will probably be back and buy a dozen of these vibrators.”

While i recovered, leaning against the counter, Master and Kara discussed a few other items. Finally, master paid for the merchandise and asked that Kara have it couriered to His hotel. Master asked if Kara had a restroom in the shop because i might need a little freshening up. Kara said she would help me if Master would keep an eye on the shop. He agreed.

The restroom was really quite nice. It showed unmistakable signs of a woman's touch, even a small vase of flowers. As i washed slave's face and used wet paper towels to wash the juices off slave's legs, Kara inquired, “odalisque, have you always cum that easily and strongly?”

“Oh, no Mistress, Master has trained His slave to respond to His breathtaking cock and His voice. i think Master could walk into the room, put His magnificent cock in slave's mouth and say ‘o, cum' and i would cum within seconds. Of course, any additional stimulation, like that vibrator, makes it all the easier. Today, i guess i just substituted the vibrator for Master's wonderful cock.”

Kara's voice revealed her skepticism, “odalisque, how could he do that? It's just not possible, is it?”

“i think it's possible, Mistress, because i think He has done it. i guess He used what you could call the carrot-and-stick method. At first He made it very easy for slave to cum. He would bring me to the brink and be sure His wonderful cock was in slave's mouth and say, “you may cum odalisque” and, of course, i would. Other times, He would have his beautiful cock in slave's mouth and say “Cum odalisque” and He would whip me until i did. i became very aware of how to reach orgasm when Master wants me to.”

“It may not have hurt that He had me hypnotized a number of times. The hypnotist left post-hypnotic suggestions about Master's enormous cock, and His voice, and slave's orgasm. The hypnotist told me, the first time, that he could not make me do anything i didn't want to do. The second time, he said that i was one of the easiest, most eager, and enthusiastic subjects he has ever hypnotized.”

“Today, it probably helped that you, and those other people were watching. i am finding that, in addition to being a slut, i am something of an exhibitionist.”

“But without any ‘foreplay'? you think He could just put His dick in your mouth, tell you to cum and you would?” Kara was difficult to convince.

“i don't know, Mistress. He has never tried it, but the minute i feel Master's sweet cock in slave's mouth, i feel like i am ready to cum. With your permission, i had better return to Master, we have been quite awhile.”

“Yes. Yes, of course. Thank you for putting up with my curiosity, odalisque.”

“It is slave's pleasure, Mistress. i enjoy talking about Master and His slave.”

i returned to the front of the shop. Master handed slave the dress and instructed me to put it on. “How are you feeling odalisque?” Master's voice was soft and caring.

“Wonderful, Master, absolutely wonderful.” And i did. i had been brought to a crashing orgasm in front of four total strangers, naked as a newborn, in the middle of a sex shop in San Francisco , and i felt fantastic. The term slut came to mind.

“Are you hungry, o?”

i admitted that i was, so Master thanked Kara, excused U/us and lead me outside.

W/we strolled along Union Street for a little while. Kara had told U/us of the Union Street grapevine, so i assumed that clerks were calling each other to tell them about the collared and ringed slave walking their street. Master lead slave into a restaurant and asked for a table for two. This time he didn't have reservations, but asked if W/we might have a patio table. The host was sure W/we could.

Lunch passed with no more than the usual amount of attention, and after Master finished His espresso, W/we left. At the front door, Master took a twenty dollar bill from His wallet and instructed me to take it back and leave it on our table.

As i went out the door to the patio, i heard two waitresses talking. The woman who waited on U/us was saying “Did you see that girl? I can't believe she would let herself be used like that. Did you see that ring through her nose? Why not just paint ‘slut' on your forehead.”

The quiet waitress saw me coming and said, “Oh, hi, did you forget something?” The waitress who waited on us turned, and, seeing me, blushed noticeably.

“Yes, sort of, Master sent me back with your tip.” i handed it to the waitress and turned to leave, then turned back and said “I'm sorry that you disapprove of Master's slave,” i returned to Master, waiting on the sidewalk.

“Is something wrong, o?” Master is so good at reading slave's emotions.

“i sometimes have trouble with the up's and down's of being Master's slave. The waitress thinks that i am a slut. i know that some Masters call their slaves ‘slut' and ‘cunt' and other things, but You never call Your slave ‘slut'. Do You think i am a slut, Master?” i could hear the emotion in slave's voice, and i knew Master could, too.

“odalisque, i think you are my slave, on your way to being an absolutely exquisite slave. If some people equate that with being a slut, that is their problem, not yours. You will probably have to get used to some people disapproving of O/our relationship. That is the price of being a real, total slave, you, sometimes, have to deal with the public. Take pride in your slavery, o. To own a slave, especially one like you, is almost every man's fantasy, and even some women's.”

W/we were walking as Master talked, and i was watching people's faces while i listened to Master's words. i could see the envy in men's eyes and the disgust in some women's .

“Thank you, Master. i love being Your slave.”

W/we walked back toward the hotel, but stopped at the body-art shop. The tattooed man greeted U/us like old friends. “Hey, how are those piercings doing?”

He walked up shook Master's hand and took me by the chin and turned slave's head to look at slave's pierced nose. “That one looks real good; want me to check the others?” Master said He did, and told me to remove slave's dress.

i pulled the dress over slave's head and laid it across the arm of the chair. The tattooed man slid and twisted the barbells in slave's nipples. “Very good. You must be a quick healer, girly.” He looked at Master and said “You can put the rings in Friday, I would say.”

“That's excellent.” Master sounded very pleased. “Now W/we are here for the other project we discussed.”

“Oh, great! Sit down, girl, while i get ready.” The tattooed man looked to Master, “This is gunna take a while, do you want to wait, or do you have other things to do?”

Master replied, “I'd like to double check our design and then I will leave you to your art. What time do you think you might be done?” the tattooed man told Master and showed Him the intended design.

It is a red rose flanked on the left by Master's name and on the right by slave's name and function. “Steven's (rose) odalisque”.

TEVEN'S ODALISQUE

“That is perfect. It's to go mid-thigh on her right leg.” Master said without a word to His slave. So, again, slave's body is to be altered without slave having been asked or even advised of the fact.

“I will leave you to it. I would appreciate it if you would lock your door while I'm gone. I shouldn't be long.” Master went to the door and left, saying only, “Goodbye, o.” to His slave.

“Hey, no problem.” The tattooed man followed Master to the door and locked it behind Him.

This was something new, again. i was now naked, and alone, with a strange man. “Do ya want the shades down or open, girly?”

“i don't think Master would like me to make that decision, so i will leave it to you, Sir.” i knew that, if the shades were drawn, Master would ask whose idea it was. If the man said it was slave's suggestion, Master would consider that covering up and punish slave appropriately (read severely).

The tattooed man half whispered, “Well, with all the peep-shows and porno-shops around here, i doubt many people will pay much attention to us. The sunshine makes it cheerier in here, don't ja think? We'll leave the shades up.”

“As you wish, Sir.” So i was sitting, naked, in a barber-style chair about 10 or 15 feet from two windows looking out to the sidewalk. Until now, i had not really noticed any pedestrians on the sidewalk; suddenly it seemed to be teeming with passersby.

It is note-worthy that slave was naked in the chair, because, where the tattoo was to go would be below the hemline of this dress and almost every other dress slave is allowed to wear. But Master left without instructing me to put the dress back on, and i doubted that the tattooed man would be inclined to suggest it.

i was surprised at how, relatively, little pain was involved with the tattoo. The man must have worked for a number of hours and i could almost have fallen asleep in the chair. In fact, i just laid slave's head back in the chair and stared at the ceiling, or closed slave's eyes, and listened to the music (not very good rock).

i was aroused from slave's reverie by a knock on the shop door. When i looked up, i saw Master at the door and at the windows on each side of the door were a half-dozen people staring in. The tattooed man opened the door for Master, “You seem to be drawing quite a crowd.” Master said with a smile in His voice.

“Yah, but I don't think it's me they're starin' at. We're nearly done; how do you like it?” the tattooed man showed obvious pride in his work.

Master fed the artist's pride, “It is excellent, I could read it from outside, superb.”

Fifteen or twenty minutes later, Master instructed slave to put the dress on, while the tattooed man advised slave on caring for the new tattoo. When i looked in the mirror, it was as i suspected, the tattoo was below the hem of the dress. From this point on, there can be no doubt to whom i belong; or “who” and “what” i am. It is plainly written across slave's thigh.

Master paid the tattooed man, took slave by the hand and led me outside. As W/we stepped onto the sidewalk, the dozen, or so, onlookers broke into cheers, whistles, and applause. i felt like a celebrity again, walking among slave's fans. i recognized, of course, that the emotion of slave's “fans” was not so much adoration, as lust.

Comments like “Hey sweetie, you are way hot!” “Are you for rent, little girl?” “Love that tattoo, baby” and other things, i couldn't make out, accompanied U/us as Master lead me through the crowd. As W/we left the men behind, Master asked, “How do you like your tattoo, o?”

“It is very pretty, very big, and it says exactly who and what i am. Most of all it says to whom i belong. i love it Master, as i love You..” i could feel the emotional tremble in slave's voice, because i do truly love Master and being His slave. The tattoo is, perhaps, a little larger and bolder than slave might have chosen, in fact, it is probably twice as big and bold as slave would have chosen. It would always be visible to announce to whom slave belongs. Usually it would be clearly visible below the hem of slave's mini-dresses/skirts. Even when slave wears the ankle length dresses, it is big enough to be easily read through the sheer material.

The tattooing must have taken longer than i realized because the sun was getting low. Master lead slave back to the hotel, to the front desk, He asked if a package had been delivered. The desk clerk pulled a box up from behind the counter. Master asked that it be taken to His room.

Master took me, to the lounge where Heidi works. “I love your new tattoo, odalisque. It certainly catches the eye.” Heidi greeted us with her usual candor, and beautiful smile. She has noticed every little (or not so little) change in slave's appearance.

“Yes, Mistress, it is beautiful, and big , isn't it.” Somehow being naked in front of people seems to be almost easier to adjust to than calling girls slave's own age “Mistress”. Heidi might even be younger than I, but she seems very mature and quite worldly.

She showed U/us to a table with chairs, so i didn't get to caress Master's velvety cock.

“It would appear that your Master is confident of your passing your week's tests.” Heidi said with an enormous smile and a wink. i am not sure if that was the first time someone, other than i, had referred to Master as “Master”. It is the first time i am conscious of, and coming from Heidi it was somehow more exciting (i don't know why). Interestingly, i had looked at the tattoo as another test, while Heidi saw it as an affirmation.

Master ordered wine and a cheese plate and W/we sat and enjoyed the music. W/we stayed through a couple of sets and then Master said W/we should be going. He led me to the front of the hotel and into a cab waiting at the curb. Master told the driver the address to drive to. The cabbies knowing smile should have tipped me off; the address was a D/s club.

To enter this club, one is expected to be “dressed for the scene”, meaning leathers, chains, etc., i guess. Master had an “ Introductory Tour Pass ” which He presented to the doorman. Master instructed me to remove slave's dress. i did and handed it to Master who put it in His pocket. i guess a naked slave was “dressed appropriately”, and the pass seemed to make Master's street clothes acceptable.

As W/we walked through the reception area Master said, “Nothing will be expected of you here, tonight, odalisque. I simply want you to see how other slaves act, and how they are treated by their Masters and others. I think that you will find that many of the submissives here are slaves who happen to be woman. I intend that you be, very much, a lady who happens to be a slave. I am not suggesting that either way is right or wrong. I simply want you to be attentive to the difference as you watch tonight.

“I hope that you will agree that you are treated differently. I want you to remember this evening if, at some time, you feel that you are being mistreated or abused.”

As W/we walked into the main chamber i had a very strange sensation. i was keenly aware of slave's total nakedness. There were dozens of people dressed in leather and chains with all sorts of body parts exposed; women's breasts, pussies, and men's cocks, but slave was the only one, i saw, who was completely, totally naked. Strangely, i was as discomfited being naked here, as i had been everywhere else.

i will not go into great detail about the couple of hours W/we spent in the club. W/we sat at the bar with O/our juices (no alcohol or drugs allowed) and watched as male and female slaves were put through their paces. i was very uncomfortable watching male slaves; it didn't seem appropriate. Master thought this an excellent reaction from His slave.

Many of the women were referred to as sluts, cunts, whores, bitches and other things. i didn't see any woman do anything that i didn't think i could do with, or for, Master. i could understand why Master brought His slave here. It was easy for me to see the difference between the Master/slave relationships here and the relationship i feel with Master. These Masters and slaves may love each other as i do Master, but in this venue, at least, it was manifested quite differently.

After W/we finished a second juice and had watched yet another slave flogged (she was naked except for a hood over her head and a leather thong), Master asked if i had seen enough. i said i had.

Master asked the barman to call a cab. When Master and slave got up to leave, the bar-keep looked me up and down and said, “I hope you decide to join, a lot of us would love to amuse ourselves with her.”

“I have no doubt of that.” Master's tone probably didn't suggest anything to the barman, but slave could tell that W/we would probably not be back to this club any time soon.

At the front door, Master stopped, handed slave the dress and told me to put it on. W/we went out and waited for the cab. It was only a couple of minutes. Master positioned me on His right, so as soon as i was seated, i unzipped His pants and began to caress His astonishing cock.

Master asked, “Do you agree that I treat you differently than many of the slaves in there are treated?”

“Oh, yes Master…”

“Explain, o.”

“i did not see anything done to, or by, the slaves in there that i would not do, or have done to me, for you Master. But the tone of the relationships was, some how, different, or appeared to me to be different. i did not care for Masters calling their slaves ‘sluts', ‘cunts', ‘whores' and stuff like that. i think it is obvious that i belong totally to You, Master, without the use of those words. But i think that that is what Master meant when You said You wanted Your slave to be a lady who is a slave.”

“Very good, o. Did you see anything that made you afraid, or uneasy, or that you found distasteful or exceptionally exciting?” Master never before asked what i feared or found thrilling. So i considered slave's answer carefully.

“i mentioned, inside the club, that i was uncomfortable seeing male slaves, and i did not get over that.” i admitted. “i guess, the only thing i saw that i would be afraid of, is that i would not be able to withstand the whippings that some of those slaves endured, and so embarrass Master.

“i am not sure if i should mention this, but i did see the three women slaves on leashes, and they looked like very erotic slaves , not at all like dogs. But it is how i felt, not how i thought i looked, that got Your slave into trouble.”

Master smiled and slid His hand to slave's breast and caressed me. “i am confident you will get over that o, but, for now, W/we will save the leash for mild punishments, how is that?”

“Just as You wish, of course, Master.”

“Anything else that you particularly did or did not like, o?”

“No, Master, except that You are, of course, right; it demonstrated to me how fortunate i am to belong to You.”

The taxi pulled up in front of the hotel and the driver turned back to Master and said, “You are one lucky dude, mister.”

Slave remembered what Master said earlier, that most men fantasize about having a slave of their own. i love to hear men tell Master how fortunate He is to own me.

Back at Master's room, i oiled Master's slippery cock, wrote in slave's journal and sucked Master's huge cock for hours before going to sleep with His gorgeous cock in slave's mouth.