O's Graduation

Sunday

Master and slave awoke at the same time, this morning, so W/we showered together and i got to wash Master and enjoy His wonderful cock in slave's mouth; a fantastic way to start a day.

Master laid out a diaphanous black mini-dress, slightly flared below the waist, for slave to wear with three-inch platform mules. W/we went to a coffee shop a block or two away for a quick, light breakfast and then on to a body-art shop.

This shop was quite small, but very neat and clean. The man in the shop was a walking billboard for his art. He had tattoos everywhere i could see, and, i suspected, some places i couldn't see. He seemed quite nice when he greeted U/us.

On the walls were hundreds of designs available. i deduced that Master had decided to have His slave tattooed. Master had not mentioned it. i would not have expected Him to ask how i felt about being tattooed, but i was a little surprised that He had not even mentioned it to, sort of, prepare me.

i was looking at the various designs trying to guess what design Master would choose, but slave's deduction was faulty. The body art in this shop includes piercing, as well as tattoos, and that is why Master had brought His slave here.

Master and the tattooed man talked about what Master wanted while i looked at the tattoo samples on the wall.

“o, remove your dress and sit in the chair.” Master said, indicating the chair in the center of the shop. i hesitated for a couple of heart beats, “But Master…” i remembered the punishment for disobedience or noncompliance and quickly did as instructed. This was a first, sitting naked in a chair in the middle of this man's shop. i was happy to be sitting because i doubted that i could have stood. i felt as if i fell into the chair as slave's legs gave out.

The man sat on a stool next to me. He swabbed slave's nose with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol. Not the outside of slave's nose but both sides of the middle of slave's nose, the septum. With little pomp, or circumstance, he brought a strange looking device to slave's nose and, in one excruciatingly painful moment, he had pierced it. It felt like the man took a pencil and jabbed it through slave's nose. The world went blurry from the pain, and the tears that the pain induced.

In another moment he had inserted a large white-gold ring in the piercing. The ring is about an inch and a quarter across and rests on slave's upper lip. Once inserted, it snapped closed and seems to be one solid ring.

Now the man was playing with slave's nipples to be sure that they were fully erect; again swabbing with alcohol and again the “device”. The nipple piercing was not as painful as the nose, perhaps partly because it was rather exciting having this stranger playing with slave's nipples, and partly because the nose piercing hurt a lot !

Into the holes in slave's nipples the man put “barbells” to be replaced by rings later. The man explained to Master that it was better to use the straight barbells until the piercings had healed a little bit. Master purchased rings for slave's nipples, like the one in slave's nose, to be used later.

Master instructed me to put the dress back on while He paid the tattooed man. Slave's nipples were a little tender as the dress rubbed against them, but it was also rather erotic. The ring through slave's nose, however, would take a little getting used to. It felt like something was on slave's lip, well, something was, but like a fly or something. i caught slave, a couple of times, starting to try to brush it away. It is really quite heavy and noticeable.

i looked in the mirror and saw how truly large a ring it is. The combination of the ring in slave's nose, and the ring of slave's collar was very striking. The barbells through slave's nipples were not so noticeable, actually, but the rings would be.

When W/we left the shop, Master told slave how pleased He was with me. “you were very good, o. i expected you to be good, but you were very good, in deed. How do you like your new jewelry?”

“Thank you, Master. Your slave is trying very hard to please You. i think the ring in slave's nose is quite large, and beautiful. i'm sure the rings will look wonderful in Your slave's nipples. When can W/we try them Master?”

“The man said, if you use the ointment, you should be healed sufficiently by Saturday.” Master was holding slave's hand as W/we walked. i felt an emotional rollercoaster as i felt so proud to have pleased Master and, at the same time, so cheap and degraded by the stares and comments of people passing on the street.

Although i thought that the piercing had happened as quickly as slave's telling of it, apparently it had taken somewhat longer, as it was now lunch time.

Master chose a restaurant with outside seating. It is in an alley that is closed to vehicles, so the tables and chairs are spread throughout the alley. While vehicles do not use the throughway, pedestrians do. At the table, sitting in the sunlight, in the black, transparent dress, slave might as well have been naked. The dress was flared enough to allow me to pull the back up to sit bare-assed on the chair without exposing slave's sex. Adding to the effect, of course, was the nose ring glistening in the sun. During O/our lunch, scores of people passed among the tables, many staring unabashedly at Master's slave.

When W/we finished a leisurely lunch, Master walked slave around the city window-shopping and visiting stores. It is always interesting to observe the reactions to Master's slave. Men, generally take a good look at me and then look away. Women seem to fall into two categories. They either just stare and stare and even turn to watch as W/we pass, or they see me and look quickly away, often with a “tsk” or similar “comment”.

Master lead me to a theatre and W/we stood in line at the will call window. He had previously ordered tickets through the concierge at the hotel. W/we were going to see a matinee performance of “Phantom of the Opera”. While W/we were in line, a woman behind me tapped me on the shoulder and said, “I suppose you know that everyone is staring at your ass through that…” she stopped when i turned to face her and she saw the ringed-collar and the matching ring in slave's nose.

“Thank you, Mistress, but, as you might guess, i've become rather accustomed to being stared at.”

“Yes, I'm quite sure you have, slut.” and she turned to talk to the woman next to her as if to dismiss me.

Sometimes i surprise slave with slave's ability to deal with people like her, and other times i become totally nonplused

Master got the tickets, and W/we went to the bar for a glass of wine, and to order a glass to be ready at intermission. The bartender put the glasses of wine on the bar and said, “You are the talk of the theater today, young lady. I'm going to guess that this is not just a casual kind of thing with you, is it?”

“No, Sir, as the over-used saying goes, it is 24-7 with me. ” i could hear the pride in slave's voice, and i hoped he could.

i think he could, because he turned to Master and said, “You're a very fortunate man, Sir.”

Master looked at me and said to the barman, “I am, indeed.”

i felt as if i had just won the Nobel Prize, the Miss Universe contest, and the Kentucky Derby. Master actually acknowledged that i am a valuable part of His life. When would the rollercoaster stop? Just minutes ago a woman made me feel like a worthless piece of garbage, and now the barman and Master make me feel like a priceless gem.

W/we lingered in the lobby with O/our wine. It was obvious that slave was, very much, a center of attention. i could see people motion toward me and point to their own nose, and elbow the person beside them and nod their head toward me. i suspect not one person on the first floor failed to see the ringed, and almost naked slave.

O/our tickets were in the eighth row directly in the middle of the orchestra section. Master waited until just moments before curtain to lead me to O/our seats, which meant that everyone in the row was seated. i excused slave as W/we passed about a dozen people. Those who remained seated were staring at slave's plucked-bald pubic mound, those who stood, stared at slave's ringed nose. Slave tried not to focus on anything.

When W/we were seated, slave on Master's right, i unzipped Master's pants as quietly as possible. Not quietly enough, apparently, as the woman on Master's left turned to look, but at that moment the lights went down and the orchestra began the overture. Slave's hand found Master's wonderful cock, and i began caressing it.

When the curtain opened the woman to Master's left looked down at his lap and i heard her gasp. i looked over at her and she was whispering in the ear of the woman to her left who then leaned forward in her seat and stared at Master's crotch. i guess it was okay, because i could see both women's teeth through broad smiles.

The intermission of Phantom is pretty obvious, when the chandelier crashes, so i had plenty of warning to remove slave's hand from Master's pants and zip His fly. When the lights went up, everyone in row eight stood as if to leave, except the two smiley women who stayed seated. Master excused U/us and lead me past them.

The ladies were about Master's age, mid-forties, i guessed. When i was in front of the second woman, she asked “Are you a hooker or are you what you seem to be?”

Master heard the question and stopped. i supposed He wanted to hear how i would handle it.

i took another step so that i wasn't quite so nose-to-crotch with the woman and said, “Actually, Mistress, i think some people here think i seem to be a hooker. What do you think i seem to be?”

She hesitated for a moment, staring at slave's plucked mound, then stammered a little bit, “Well, you… you… look like some sort of sla… uh, some sort of submissive.”

“Yes Mistress. i am Master's slave.” i surprised slave at how clear and steady slave's voice was giving this stranger that information.

“i knew it. You are really a very hot little bitch, aren't you?”

“Thank you, Mistress. i am what Master makes me. ” i said as Master excused U/us again and took me by the hand to lead me to the wine waiting on the lobby bar.

Standing in the lobby with O/our wine, i saw and felt many eyes on me, but none as piercing as the two smiley women from row eight who had followed U/us to the lobby. i don't think either of them took their eyes off of me for the entire intermission. When the lights flashed, signaling the end of intermission, the ladies fell into line directly behind Master and His slave.

All the way back to O/our seats they were discussing me: What a small waist i have; How much the nose-ring must have hurt ( if they only knew ); What a butt” i have. How even slave's tan is. They seemed to be going out of their way to be sure i heard them discussing me.

Back in O/our seats, both women watched intently as i unzipped Master's fly and slipped slave's hand into His pants and around His glorious cock. They both stared at Master's crotch until the lights went down.

As the play ended, i removed slave's hand and zipped Master's fly.

When W/we left row eight, one of the two women said, over her shoulder, “You were as entertaining as the play, dear.”

i didn't reply and Master didn't instruct me to do so.

Back on the sidewalk, i was reminded of slave's new jewelry by the stares and comments of passersby. i was already becoming more comfortable with the weight of the ring laying on slave's upper lip.

Master led His slave into some of the many galleries in the theatre district. In most of the galleries, i felt as if i was as much on display as the art. i don't think Master's slave avoided the stare of a single person in a single gallery. In one of the galleries that specialized in sculpture, the salesman came up to me and said, “My, but you are a bit of a work of art yourself, aren't you, sweetie.” And then moments later a woman said to her male companion, “She looks like a stud-bull with that ring through her nose.” And he said, “She's no bull with those udders.”

And so it goes, up and down, goddess to slut, the rollercoaster of emotions of a slave. i wonder if i will get used to it, or get over it, or if i will feel the rollercoaster ride for the rest of slave's life.

Dinner this evening was at a restaurant atop one of the taller buildings in the city. As usual Master had made reservations. When W/we stepped out of the elevator two couples were at the hostess's desk and were obviously upset that there were no window tables available; Especially since, as one of the women pointed out, she could see a vacant table. The hostess explained that the vacant table was reserved. She showed the disgruntled foursome to the table behind the vacant table.

When she returned to her desk, Master said, “I am sorry to be the cause of the problem, but I think that the “vacant” table is reserved for us.”

The hostess looked up with a big smile, “Oh that's alright, sir, I think they were unhappy well before they came in.” Then she looked at me and said “Oh my! Hello.” Her smile did not change, but she looked me over very carefully. It was obvious that she looked at the new ring in slave's nose, the collar, the cuffs, and slave's clearly visible nipples and pubic mound. “Please, follow me.” She did take us to the vacant table by the window.

She pulled the chair out for me and i sat, flipping the hem of the dress out so that slave's ass was bare on the chair. The hostess wished us a pleasant evening and left. She wasn't gone more than a minute when one of the “unhappy” women said, “Oh, geeze, look what the window table was reserved for!” and the other three turned to look. The man whose back was to me turned completely around to look at me.

i think they were about Master's age, and they seemed to be from out of town. They were a little overdressed, i thought, but then i'm sure they thought i was more than a little under dressed. The restaurant was rather quiet, and they were not making any effort to whisper, so i could follow much of their conversation. The woman who first saw me said to her companion, “Would you want me to parade around in a dress like that?” to which he said, “If you had a body like that, i just might.”

Their conversation continued like that, off and on, throughout dinner. i am sure i missed quite a lot, because Master and i had O/our own conversation, and i am not good at listening to two conversations at once. i did hear the size and shape of slave's breasts discussed, and if the ring through slave's nose was real or “clip-on”. The two men decided that it was a given that Master was getting any and every kind of sex He wanted, whenever He wanted.

The statement i did enjoy was when one of the women said to her mate, “If you ever tried to take me out looking like that, I'd take a knife to your you-know-what.” i love comments like that because they underscore how special i am, and how few women are like me.

When the foursome had finished their meals and rose to leave, one of the women walked by O/our table and said, “You're disgusting.”

i said nothing as she walked on, but her companion turned, smiled and winked.

When W/we were leaving, the hostess came up to us and apologized. She said that our waitress told her that the “unhappy foursome” was talking about me throughout much of their dinner, but there really wasn't much she could do about it.

Master said, “It is very kind of you to be concerned about it. As you can imagine, odalisque is talked about quite a lot. She is used to it, or had better get used to it, but again, thank you for your concern.”

“May I just ask you one quick question?” the hostess looked at me, blushing slightly. Master said she may. “Is this evening a special occasion, or do you always dress like this?”

i looked at Master, He nodded, so i said, “Oh, tonight is part of a very special occasion, but Master enjoys looking at His slave's body, so when i wear clothes, they are pretty much always like this dress.” i was amazed at how easy it was to say that to this woman who was about slave's age and apparently quite curious.

“Wow, you are very beautiful and very brave. Have a wonderful evening.” i thanked her.

W/we walked slowly through the streets back toward the hotel. When W/we entered the lobby, Master led slave toward the lounge with music. The same young lady was at her podium, “Oh, hello. That dress looks much safer than the one the other night. I love your nose ring. Is it real or costume?” She is very forward, and direct; and i like her.

“It is very real and it totally hurt like crazy.” i said and pulled it around so that Heidi could see that there appeared to be no break in the ring.

“Wow. That is way cool. i love it.” Master asked if W/we could have a couch table tonight. The Hostess turned and looked around the room, “Certainly, right this way, please.” She turned and led us to a couch pretty much in the middle of the room. “Will this be okay?” Master said it would and moved to slave's left as we sat.

Sitting on Master's right meant that slave was to caress His fantastic cock. By the time the waitress arrived, slave's left hand was inside Master's pants and around His firm cock. Each time the hostess showed people to a table, she found a way to pass O/our table, and stare at slave's hand in Master's pants; Each time she smiled. Once, she stopped and said, “You're nose ring and collar are causing quite a stir.”

“I'm sorry Mistress.” It still feels strange to call a girl slave's own age “Mistress”.

“Oh, don't be sorry. This stuffy old place could use a little stirring up.” I could hear the mischief in her voice.

W/we stayed for a second glass of wine and more music and ultimately left to go to Master's room. Slave zipped Master's pants, but He instructed me to continue to caress His cock through His slacks. W/we walked with slave's left arm around Master's waist and slave's right hand caressing the bulge at Master's crotch.

As W/we passed the hostess she was staring at slave's hand stroking Master's crotch and said, “Oh, my gawd, you are so incredibly sexy!” i thanked her. Then she said, “I hope I'll see you again.”

Master said, “W/we are staying in the hotel so you probably will.”

“Wonderful, I'm off Monday and Tuesday, though.”

Master said that W/we would return later in the week. The hostess said, “Thank you. Oh…Heidi…my name's Heidi.”

“And this is odalisque. Good night, Heidi.” Master said and led me away.

Back in Master's room, i oiled Master's huge cock for thirty minutes, wrote in slave's journal and then i was allowed to suck His delicious cock and have as many orgasms as i could have. i confess i don't remember exactly how many i had, but quite a few. Master let slave drink His sweet, hot cum and fall asleep with His soft cock in slave's mouth.