O's Graduation

Monday

slave awoke before Master and showered and applied makeup. i was writing in slave's journal when Master awoke. After showering and shaving, Master set out slave's clothes for the day.

On the bed was the very short, blue skirt and the blue transparent blouse Master had purchased earlier in the week. At the foot of the bed were slave's three-inch platform mules. Master wore a pair of slacks, a shirt open at the collar, and a blue blazer.

W/we got a late start today so it was approaching lunch-time before W/we left the hotel. At the elevator Master attached a leash to the “D”-ring on slave's collar. The chain of the leash was very heavy, the kind you might find around the gate of a fence, with a heavy padlock in it to secure it. It is not in any way dainty, feminine, nor subtle. At Master's end was a wide leather hand grip. Left to hang, Master's end of the leash hung down to just below the hem of slave's skirt. Master picked up His end of the leash and led slave out of the room.

i guess because of the hour of the day, there were not many people in the lobby as Master led slave on the leash toward the doors to the street. The street was quite another story. The sidewalks were crowded, and Master was leading slave toward the financial district where people would soon be pouring out of the offices for lunch.

i thought the quantity of people on the sidewalk might actually offer slave some concealment, but it didn't seem to. Many people nudged each other to be sure the other saw the half-naked slave being led on a leash. i think the leash actually caused almost as much attention as slave's all-but-naked breasts.

As W/we walked, i could hear bits and pieces of conversations like, “If Jack ever tried that with me, I'd kill him.” or “I wouldn't even do that for Brad Pitt” and “I thought that stuff only went on at the Erotic Exotic Ball.” Again, i love to hear comments like that, because it emphasizes how special i am; how few women would be willing to serve Master as i do. There were, of course, other comments that i enjoyed less.

When W/we were through the financial district, and on to Pier 39, a tourist-oriented area, the comments became much more caustic and even ugly. The locals/shop clerks were still pleasant, but the obvious tourists were pretty nasty.

Before W/we had entered the first shop, a woman walked up to me and said in a Southern accent, “Y'all should be ashamed a yawseff, you cheap lil' bit uh trash.” and turned around and walked away. Another woman said, as she passed, “That is so disgusting.” Some teenagers walked by and one of the boys made “woof, woof” noises.

i confess that, on the leash, i did feel more like a dog than a slave. i wanted to cry (actually, i did) and run away (i didn't). i no longer doubted that i was a slutty tramp. And if i did doubt it, i could have asked almost any one on the pier and, i'm sure, they would have been happy to tell me what a slut i am.

Master led slave into a restaurant/lounge and told the hostess He had a reservation for a window table. She didn't even attempt to conceal the fact that she was staring at the leash in His hand attached to slave's collar. i would not have been surprised if she told U/us to leave, but she was not at all rude. She led U/us through the bar to a window table. The leashed slave stopped all the eating, drinking, and conversation until W/we were seated. The micro-skirt is so short, i hardly needed to adjust the back of the dress to sit bare-assed on the chair. Master took His end of the leash and laid it loosely coiled on the table next to slave's forks.

W/we had walked a couple of miles, but i felt only shame and degradation, until W/we sat down. Only then, did i realize that W/we had walked quit a distance, and i was hungry.

Master sat, the hostess handed me a menu and one for Master and said, “You seem to have created quite a stir, but i guess you noticed.”

“Yes, odalisque tends to attract attention wherever she goes.”

“I'm sure she does. Laurel will be your server. Enjoy your lunch.” The hostess said with, i thought, undisguised contempt, and left.

A few moments later a middle-aged woman came up to the table and said, “Hello. My name is Margaret, and I will be serving you today.”

Master said, “That's fine, I'm sure, but what happened to Laurel ?”

“She is quite young and said she would be too embarrassed to serve your young lady. So, if you have no objection, I will be serving you.” she didn't say it in a nasty way, but i didn't think Margaret had any interest in becoming slave's best friend.

Master said “You will do very nicely, Margaret, thank you.”

Master ordered a couple of glasses of wine and lunch for both of U/us, and said to His slave, “you seem upset, odalisque. Does the leash bother you?”

“Not if it pleases Master, but i must admit that it makes me feel more like a dog than a slave.” i tried to sound as positive as possible, but i hated the leash.

After O/our wine was served, Master excused himself and left me at the table. i avoided looking around the restaurant, because i was sure i would not see any friendly faces. Master was gone just a few minutes.

W/we took quite awhile over lunch because W/we had a lovely view of the bay, sailboats, seagulls and seals (or sea lions i never know which is which).

Ultimately, W/we did leave, and i was immediately reminded why i hated the leash. Master led slave past a shop and i heard a woman say to her young daughter, “Why don't you go ask the man, honey.”

The little girl, 8 or 10, i would guess, ran up to Master and said, “Why do you have that girl on a leash, Mister?”

Master bent down slightly and said, “For the same reason people keep their dogs on a leash; so they won't wander off, get lost, or get into trouble.”

“Does she chase cars? Our dog chases cars if he isn't on a leash.” Master, the little girl, her Mother, and a half-dozen eavesdroppers laughed; slave did not.

“No, sweetheart, that is one bad habit odalisque does not have.” Master led slave away.

W/we walked from Pier 39 to Union Street , stopping in a number of boutiques along the way. W/we stopped at an adult novelty store a block, or so, off of Union street . The clerk was a very attractive woman, a little older than i, perhaps thirty. “Well, you must be the one that is causing all the excitement. Welcome. I must have had four phone calls telling me to get over to Union and check you out. I can see why.”

Master looked at me and i knew i was expected to say something. “i'm sorry if i caused any problems, Mistress.” That was a dumb thing to say, but it is what came out of slave's mouth.

“Oh, on the contrary, seeing you now, I would have been very disappointed if I had missed you. Welcome to my shop.”

“Thank you, Mistress, you are very kind.”

Master led me to the display case the lady was standing behind. In the cabinet were nipple clamps (some looked quite severe), whips, handcuffs and other exotic items. In other cabinets were dildos, butt plugs, gags, blindfolds, all the accoutrements of “the scene”.

Master asked the lady if she was open every day and she said that the store was, but she only worked Monday through Friday. Her name is Kara, she is the owner. She said if Master wanted something that He didn't see, she could get it for Him. Master thanked her and said that W/we would return.

W/we walked some more, until close to six-thirty, then Master stopped in the doorway of a shop. “At lunch you said the leash made you feel more like a dog than a slave. Now you are going to learn the difference between a slave, on a leash, and a dog. Remove your blouse and skirt and get on your hands and knees, o.”

Even after what had happened over the last few days, i could hardly believe slave's ears. Master expected slave to strip in the recessed (thankfully) doorway, on a public city sidewalk, and then what? Was He going to walk me, on slave's hands and knees, down the sidewalk? i could not rule out anything. i also could not hesitate, during slave's training Master's cane had taught me the penalty for hesitation.

i quickly unbuttoned the blouse, removed it and handed it to Master, then the skirt and dropped to slave's hands and knees. Master opened the door of the shop and led slave into the store on hands and knees. It was a pet grooming salon.

There were a number of people in the store; One man, four women, three of them had dogs with them, and two female employees.

One woman with a big, white poodle came over to Master and said, “Oh, she is so sweet.” The lady bent and patted slave's head, as if i was a dog. i could feel slave's skin turning red from nose to toe. Tears began to well in slave's eyes and trickle down slave's cheeks. I can't remember feeling so degraded, humiliated, and shamed in slave's entire life.

One of the employees came toward Master and offered her hand, “You must be our 6:30 appointment.”

“I am”

i was amazed that no one seemed surprised to see a naked woman, leashed, on her hands and knees in the shop. It was as if i was just another dog. The woman continued, “We have a bathing table available. Do you want to do-it-yourself or do you want Linda to do it?”

“This came up on rather short notice, and I'm not very good at that sort of thing (I'm a cat person, actually), let's leave it to Linda, thank you. But, if you don't object, i would like to look around your shop for a minute or two.”

“Certainly, let me know when you're ready.” The lady said as Master led me toward the dog beds.

Suddenly i felt something cold on slave's butt. i turned to look, and, through slave's tears, i saw a black lab sniffing slaves butt while a woman tugged on its leash, saying, “No, Midnight, leave the bitch alone.” i wasn't sure how she meant bitch, but either way, i guessed, it was appropriate.

i so wanted to jump up and run out of the shop, even if it meant being naked on the sidewalk, but i followed Master as He led me around the store. i couldn't keep the tears from filling slave's eyes and running down slave's cheeks. i tried, but i couldn't. i stared at the floor as if, if I couldn't see the people in the shop, they couldn't see me.

Master led slave over to the vacant bathing table and said, “i think W/we are ready now.” Before i realized what He was doing, He picked me up just as you would a dog, one arm under slave's arm pits and one under slave's hips. i was so stunned and mortified that I didn't even unbend slave's knees. He placed me on hands and knees on the bathing table.

i stayed on all fours and the second clerk came over to the table. She offered Master her hand and said, “Hi, I'm Linda. I understand that you just want a shampoo, no trim, correct?”

Master confirmed His wishes, and Linda removed Master's leash and replaced it with one that was just long enough to go from slave's collar to the ring on the table top. She then began to adjust the water. First she hosed me down from head to toe. Then she poured shampoo on slave's back and began lathering and scrubbing slave's body. Out of the corner of slave's eye, i saw the ladies, who were washing their own dogs, stop to watch the slave being bathed like a dog. i was so humiliated; i just kept staring at slave's hands on the table in front of me.

Slowly, to slave's shame and horror, this woman's hands, scrubbing and caressing slave's body, began to excite me. The more she washed, the more excited i became. Now she was washing slave's most intimate parts and i was getting really hot, and as wet inside as out. i think she sensed this, because she moved to slave's head and shampooed slave's hair. It did not lessen slave's arousal, and when she moved to slave's breasts, and then back to slave's pussy and ass, i was getting way too hot.

i didn't want to ask Master for permission to cum in front of all these people, nor admit that the touch of a woman, or being treated like a dog, made me excited. i was getting very close to cumming. Then the attendant hosed slave down again and rinsed all the shampoo off. Next she got out a hair dryer and began drying slave's body and hair. Slave's hair is long and naturally somewhat curly, so all that was needed was the dryer and a brush. The warm air over slave's body kept me aroused.

The attendant turned off the dryer, saying to Master, “We usually apply a bit of conditioner when we finish, would you like that?” Master said He would, but told her that slave's nipples were newly pierced, and to please be careful. The attendant applied some to slave's hair and worked it in, but then she applied something to slave's back from sternum to shoulder's and began to smooth it over slave's entire body. She seemed to give special attention to slave's most intimate parts. i was pretty sure that i wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer.

i was on slave's hands and knees on a table in the middle of a pet shop full of people, and i was desperate to cum. In training, i learned the penalty for an orgasm without Master's permission, so i half whispered, “Master may your slave have an orgasm, please?” but Master was walking toward the other end of the store. i meant to say it slightly louder, but i heard slave almost yelling “Master, please, may Your slave cum?”

Master turned to look at me, as did everyone in the shop. “Yes, o, you may.” He had hardly finished the short sentence before slave's body was shaking with a convulsive orgasm. i could barely stay on hands and knees. Slave's sex juices were running down slave's thighs and i was now on knees and elbows. i managed to struggle back up on slave's hands and knees.

The attendant hosed slave's juices off slave's legs and again applied the heat of the hair dryer to dry me. Master came to the table and released the chain and lifted me off the table and set me on the floor. Attaching His leash to the collar, He led me to the cash register counter. The first attendant came to the cash register, told Master the charge, and Master gave her the amount and an extra $50 for Linda's “exceptional care”.

Master then led me toward the door, opened it, and led me outside, still on hands and knees. Just outside, Master instructed me to stand and replace the blouse and skirt. i was still crying from the degradation, and from the incredible force of the orgasm, but i quickly put on the skirt and then the blouse.

“Now, o, do you better appreciate the difference between a slave on a leash, and a dog?”

“Oh, yes Master. i promise that this is a lesson well learned.” It was indeed. i had been naked, treated like a dog, and had been brought to orgasm by the touch of a woman, before a half dozen strangers. i was still on Master's leash but i was standing and dressed and happy to be both.

It was only after W/we were on our way back to the hotel that i realized that between slave's tears and embarrassment, and not wanting to look at anyone in the store, i never saw the woman who had provided me such a wonderful orgasm. i would not even recognize her if i saw her again.

Master took his slave back to the hotel, still on His leash, but i remember very little of the walk. Slave's head was swimming. Master's training had taught me obedience, but He had not really prepared me for the degree of humiliation, and degradation, i would feel. Nor had the training prepared me for the elation i would feel, after the humiliation, at having passed another of Master's tests; nor the shame for feeling that elation. There were so many conflicting emotions that i couldn't even identify them all, much less understand them.

i felt as if i was falling into a black hole; as if in a dream. i had no idea where or how it would end, or even if there was an end. i supposed that total slavery was the end, but i didn't know how i would know when i was there. Every day brought a new challenge, a new degradation, a new awareness of slave's submission to Master's will. i was, one minute, totally humiliated by what Master would demand of me. The next minute, i was euphoric at having passed Master's latest challenge. i wanted to cry, and i wanted to giggle. i wanted to run away, and i wanted to be Master's complete and total slave.

Back in Master's hotel room, after oiling Master's lovely cock and writing in slave's journal, He allowed slave to suck His marvelous cock for hours. i was allowed to cum whenever i could, which was often that night.

p.s. Master told me, weeks later, that, when He left me at lunch, He had called a veterinarian friend of His, and arranged for the pet shop (owned by a woman in the “lifestyle”) to be available (it actually closed at six p.m. ) and for “customers” to be people from “the lifestyle”. That explained quite a bit about slave's reception at the pet shop.