O's Graduation

Saturday

Today Master and slave slept quite late. It was nearly nine when slave awoke. i took a shower, painted slave's lips and areola and opened the curtains to look at the wonderful view from Master's room. After a few moments of sightseeing, i noticed a man on the sidewalk pointing up at what i guessed was me. He was quite a ways away and not too distinct, so i thought slave must be fairly indistinct too, so i didn't bother moving, and, of course, Master would punish me if He caught me “covering up”.

After ten minutes, or so, Master awoke. He showered, dressed and laid out what i was to wear; A very sheer black lace body-stocking with small opaque dots over it (wearing it, i look as if i am an African-American with a case of chicken pox), an almost-ankle length grey skirt and a black blazer. With the blazer buttoned and the skirt buttoned almost to the knee, i might pass for a Montgomery Street stock broker. Of course, i was not to button the blazer and the grey skirt was unbuttoned from the bottom up to the button at slave's sex.

The body-stocking has an open crotch, but it's not a gaping hole, it is simply a slit that i can pull open when i need to. Through the crotch opening of the body-stocking Master fingered slave's sex for a moment, (all it took for me to become wet), then inserted a ball into me. The ball had a gold chain attached. At the end of the chain was a rather heavy golden lock in the shape of a heart. When i walked, the heart swung midway between slave's sex and knees.

Master made reservations for lunch at a restaurant in one of the large department stores near Union Square . Before W/we left, Master snapped a spring-loaded nipple-clamp on each of slave's nipples and buttoned one button of the blazer. i felt reasonably comfortable leaving the room attired as i was.

Master began to lead slave through the streets, and i realized that the collar and swinging heart were the center of most passerby's attention. Master led slave for numerous blocks and into a number of stores and finally to Nordstrom and the champagne restaurant.

The hostess showed us to a window table and Master allowed me to sit on slave's skirt. When W/we were seated, Master asked if the nipple clamps were hurting. This set is not too tight but after this length of time, i had to admit that they were. Master told me that i could remove them when the pain became too much. He said i was to “signal” him that i was ready to remove the clamps by removing slave's blazer.

It was now 12:15 and the restaurant was becoming quite busy. i didn't want to sit at the table all-but naked from the waist up, and certainly not wearing nipple-clamps. i decided i would tough it out.

i said, “Thank you Master. i will wear the clamps as long as possible to please You.” i could tell, by the look on Master's face, that i was not fooling Him.

Master ordered two glasses of sparkling wine and we sat, drank, talked and enjoyed the view. Master probably enjoyed the view more than i, as His nipples were not numb with pain. When Master ordered a second glass of wine, and had yet to order lunch, i knew i was not going to be able to go through lunch wearing the clamps. “Master, may i please remove slave's blazer?”

“Please do, o.” Master did not try to conceal His smile.

i had no more than removed it and draped it over one of the unoccupied chairs when, of course, the waitress returned with our second glass of wine. Her eyes looked the size of Oreos as she stared at the clamps. “Oh shit, uh, excuse me, but that has gotta hurt… a lot.” She said while placing a glass in front of me and then Master.

“You may remove the left clamp, odalisque.” Master said.

“Thank you Master.” Oh god, i called Him Master right in front of the waitress.

i thought i heard her gasp a little when i said “Master”. The waitress stayed to watch as i slowly released the tension of the clamp, removed it, and handed it to Master. i heard slave moan as the blood rushed into slave's crushed nipple.

Master instructed me to remove the right clamp. The waitress was still standing beside the table. i removed the second clamp, and i moaned again. It must have been loader than i realized, because a couple of people turned to see what the noise was. i handed the second clamp to Master. Now, there were no clamps to be seen, but there was a slave with breasts very prominently displayed and tears rolling down slave's cheeks. It did not miss the attention of those who turned to look.

The waitress asked if Master would like to order and He did.

I couldn't hear most of the conversations, but it was quite apparent by body language and gestures, that some of the conversations, in the restaurant, revolved around the all-but-topless slave eating lunch.

When W/we finished lunch, Master asked the waitress if she had a bag large enough to hold slave's blazer. She did, and Master put the blazer in the bag and led me out of the restaurant with slave's breasts prominently displayed to one and all. Some people in the store actually pointed at me; most were a bit more reserved. It was easy to tell who thought me a tramp, and who found me to be sexy.

Nordstrom occupies the top couple of floors of the building and the lower couple of floors are filled with smaller specialty stores. Master and slave wondered in and out of each store. At one of the shoe stores, a clerk asked if i would be available after he got off work. It was slave's first chance to use a line Master gave me for such situations. With what i hoped was a demure smile, i said, “i expect to be tied up this evening, but you may ask Master.” The clerk smiled at the double meaning and looked toward Master, but made no attempt to ask His permission to see me.

In Victoria 's Secret, Master looked at some body stockings, but did not see anything that He liked.

i had the impression that word of the half-naked slave was spreading ahead of U/us. Some of the clerks seemed to be waiting for U/us to come to their store. One was even standing at the door to open it for Master and His slave.

One of the stores had a whole rack of very sheer blouses. Master chose four and instructed me to try them on. The body-stocking i was wearing has a halter style top that just loops over slave's neck, so Master instructed me to pull it over slave's head, and let it hang down from slave's waist while i tried on the blouses.

i took them into a fitting room, slipped the body-stocking over slave's head, and put on, and buttoned, the first blouse. i looked in the mirror and could see almost nothing except slave's painted nipples and naked breasts. It is a rule that Master makes the decisions regarding slave's attire, so i pulled open the curtain and went out into the store. Somehow having the top of the body-stocking hanging down over slave's skirt made the nakedness of the sheer blouse all the more humiliating. i could feel slave's face flush as i looked at slave's reflection in the mirror next to where Master waited.

A young woman, who apparently had not seen slave's attire when W/we entered, came over to Master and said, “If she doesn't wear bras, she'll probably want to wear something under that blouse; perhaps a camisole.”

Master said, “What is the point of a see-through blouse, if you can't see anything through it? It is just fine the way it is. o, W/we'll take that one. Set it aside and let's see the next one.”

“Yes, Master.” i did it again, i called Him “Master” in front of the saleswoman. It is so natural to me after these months of training, but, i could see by the look on her face, that the saleswoman had probably never before heard a woman address a man as Master.

When i came out wearing the second blouse, a small crowd was gathering in the store. It looked as if most of the half-dozen or more people had gathered to see the fashion show. Master decided to buy two of the four blouses he had chosen. As He was paying for His purchase, the store began to empty of the other “shoppers”.

When W/we reached the street level, Master pulled the blazer out of the bag and allowed me to put it on. Unbuttoned, it still left slave's nipples and breasts exposed but, somehow, i felt a little less naked. Master led slave around the city for a couple of hours. W/we window shopped and went into lots of stores.

At around 3:30 in the afternoon, Master hailed a taxi, and W/we were taken to Union Street . Union Street is filled with boutiques, specialty shops and restaurants. Again, Master led slave in and out of stores.

W/we went into a bar/restaurant and to a table in the lounge area. Master pulled out a chair for slave and again allowed me to sit on the long gray skirt, but he did remove the blazer before i sat down.

The lounge has a dozen or so tables and it is very bright because it has almost floor to ceiling windows facing the street. Pedestrians can't see in very well, however, because it is about half a story up from the sidewalk. i was seated facing the windows, but there was a table between O/ours and the windows.

A woman and a man were seated at the table directly between O/ours and the windows, and the woman was already looking at me before Master removed slave's blazer. She seemed to be somewhere between Master's age and slave's; thirty-something, I would say. When Master removed the blazer, her mouth fell open and, i swear, she didn't take her eyes off of me for at least fifteen minutes straight. The man she was with, looked to see what she was staring at, smiled, but did not continue to stare.

About halfway through O/our drinks, the man got up and left. The woman came over to O/our table and said “I love your outfit.”

i was so surprised, that i didn't say anything, i just flushed. Master said, “What do you say to the lady, odalisque.” Again, i felt like a little girl who had neglected to say “Thank you” for her lollipop.

“Thank you Mistress. Master has wonderful taste in clothes.” The title “Master” brought a big smile to her face.

“Unfortunately, I am very late, but I would love to be able to talk with you sometime. May I leave my name and number and, if you ever feel like talking, you could call me?”

She was addressing the question to me, but i knew better than to answer. “You must, please, ask Master, Mistress.” It was becoming quite natural to refer to Master as “Master” in front of total strangers.

She repeated the question to Master. He said He would be happy to take her name and number, but would make no promises. The woman said that was good enough and handed Master a slip of paper on which she had already written the information (her name was Crysti). She said, “I knew you were the real thing as soon as I saw you.” She left quickly after giving me a huge smile.

Master ordered another round of drinks and instructed slave to unbutton the last two buttons at the top of the gray skirt. i did, and allowed it to fall to the sides of slave's legs on the seat of the chair. When the waitress returned with the drinks, she looked very hard at slave's collar and cuffs and said, “Is this a game you guys are playing or am I going to be on Candid Camera or something?”

Master nodded to me and i said, “No, it is slave's way of life, and i love it. i am not allowed to work, so i am able to serve Master all day, every day.” i did it again. i called Master “Master”, and i referred to slave as “slave”, and it felt great. i realized that i was very proud to call Him Master. As i said it, i slid the cuff slightly up slave's arm so that the waitress could see how white slave's arm is under the cuff. It makes it obvious that i am seldom without the cuffs on.

i think she just said “wow”, or something like that, as she walked away.

Master was almost finished with His second drink and i drank all that i could of slave's second glass. i am a pretty light-weight drinker. i asked Master if i might use the bathroom before W/we left. He said, “Of course. It is at the back and to the right.” What He did not say was that i could put the skirt or blazer back on. i sat for a moment, thinking He would remember, and tell me, but he didn't. i considered changing slave's mind, but i really needed to pee, and i was sure that Master would know why i changed slave's mind.

After another moment, Master stood and pulled the chair out so that i could stand. That, of course, settled it. i stood and turned and walked toward the back of the bar and the restaurant. i had to walk down an aisle between the bar and 8 or 10 booths. All the stools at the bar and all the booths were occupied.

i knew that i could hardly be any more exposed if i was naked. i was also newly aware that a gold heart was swinging on a chain, one end of which was buried within slave's sex.

Part of slave's early training was to take smaller, “feminine” steps. Master trained me by chaining slave's ankles with a chain the length of the step He wished me to take. On this walk, i wanted to take huge, long, rapid strides, but even more, i wanted to please Master, so i took short, slow steps. i could hear the whispered, and not so whispered, comments as i walked. “Geeze, look at that!” “Shit, she might as well be nude.” “Where does the chain to that heart go?” and a couple of less civil comments.

When i was about half way through the bar, i thought slave's legs were going to give out. They felt like rubber, but i kept walking. Slave's head was spinning. Just before the restaurant section started, i saw the hall on the right with a sign that said “Restrooms”.

In the ladies room, i almost fell onto the seat, slave's legs were so weak. i removed the ball with the chain and heart, and peed. i replaced the ball inside slave's sex and walked out of the stall to wash slave's hands. As i approached the wash basins, i saw, what looked like a naked half-white, half-African-American woman in the mirror. The body-stocking has a halter style top with a deep “v-cut” in front and no back down to the waist. Slaves face, back and arms contrast strikingly with the sheer black body-stocking.

i washed slave's hands, staring at slave's reflection in the mirror. i couldn't walk back through that bar to Master now, knowing how totally exposed i really was. i could feel slave's heart trying to break out of slave's chest.

Suddenly the door opened and Master was standing in the doorway. “Are you coming odalisque?” i knew it wasn't really a question, but a command.

“Yes Master.” i started to walk toward Him. i really wanted to please Him and walk to Him, and i tried, but slave's legs felt like Jell-o and slave's feet seemed to weigh 100 pounds each. Slowly, i found the strength to take a step, followed by another and another.

At Master's side, i whispered to Him, “i'm kinda drunk, but not too drunk to know that i'm naked.”

“You are not naked, odalisque. Would you like me to demonstrate the difference to you?” Master's voice was firm, but not angry.

i said, “No, thank you, Master.” as W/we walked down the short hall, then Master turned us left and W/we walked past the awe-struck restaurant hostess toward the front door. i noticed that this back portion was less well lit than where O/our table had been. But in the bright sunlight of the sidewalk, i knew slave's body was going to be, well-and-truly, on display.

Just before Master reached for the door handle, He pulled the grey skirt from the Nordstrom bag and instructed me to put it on, again buttoning only the top two buttons. With considerable relief, i did. In the bright sunshine of the sidewalk, i was still as good as topless, but i felt almost conservative compared to how i expected to be dressed.

That feeling only lasted until the first couple walking toward U/us on the sidewalk. As the couple passed U/us, the woman said in a loud, clear voice, “God, has she no pride at all?” Actually, i am very proud to be Master's slave, but, somehow, i didn't think that was what the lady meant. Master led me around Union Street for a while, and i heard many more comments. Some were quite flattering, actually, and some, of course, were not.

It had reached the dinner hour and Master chose a very nice restaurant with windows that opened onto the street. He asked for a table at one of these windows. The hostess made no effort to conceal the fact that she was staring at, first the collar, and then slave's breasts. She turned and showed us to a table for two by an open window. Master pulled the chair out for me to be seated. He, again, allowed me to sit on slave's dress. i was displayed in the window in the bright sunlight. i felt like one of those prostitutes who sit in the windows in Amsterdam .

Dinner was pretty uneventful, really. A few stares from the passersby. Actually, i was surprised, and relieved, at how few people seemed to see the as-good-as-topless slave on display. W/we did get exceptional service from the young busboy and the not-as-young waiter. After dinner, Master led slave out to the street and W/we strolled in the warm evening air for a while.

Master found a boutique that had a blue micro-mini skirt in the window. He took me in and asked the clerk for that skirt in a size 2. To slave's surprise, she found it and i asked where the dressing rooms were. Master said, “It is getting late, odalisque, just try it on here.” Slave's hands trembled a little, but i unbuttoned the two buttons, and handed the skirt to Master. The clerk just stared at me, and at the chain hanging between slave's legs. She was so focused on the chain that i had to ask her for the skirt. i stepped into it, pulled it up and zipped the zipper at the side. i looked at slave's reflection in the mirror. The skirt just barely came below the lips of slave's pussy, i was sure that i could count every link of the chain between the gold heart and slave's sex. Master liked, and bought the skirt.

i was becoming a little more comfortable being Master's display slave, but i knew that it was very early in slave's test/graduation week. i had no doubt that there would be more demanding challenges in slave's future.

Back at Master's room, after oiling Master's long cock, and writing in slave's journal, the evening was spent with slave sucking Master's glorious cock. i am always amazed at what wonderful control Master has; He can let me caress, and suck His glorious cock for hours without cumming.

Ultimately, Master did cum, and i got to drink His hot, sweet semen. i fell asleep, as usual, lying between Master's legs with His wonderful cock in slave's mouth.