Slave Training: Part Three
At the beginning of my first trip outside the studio as the Restrained
Elegance Resident slavegirl, I'd felt hideously exposed - even when I was
still safely inside Hywel's car. I was sure everyone could see me - my
collar felt like a beacon, attracting interest everywhere we went. But the
trials of being actually outside, amongst normal people who stared curiously
at me and whom, I imagined, could see exactly what was going on.... in
comparison, being back in the car felt marvellous! I got my breathing under
control and looked forward to getting back to the relative safety of the
studio.
I should really stop being so optimistic - especially where slave training
is concerned! I realised that the jangling metal that Hywel was holding,
which I'd assumed were keys, were in fact nipple clamps, and he meant to
test my resolve by making me wear them all the way home! Nipple clamps are
painful at the best of times; worn while being driven over speed bumps is
just awful. I don't know if the experience proved anything to Hywel, but it
certainly showed me how desperately I wanted to become the Resident
slavegirl. I'd have loved to give up then and there, but just couldn't bear
too. I gritted my teeth and hoped the journey wouldn't take long...
Ariel