Its really awkward, but pretty smooth

We get in the buss, the buss driver looks like he´s ready to yell at Mina but I stop him by pointing at her collar. He closes his mouth and waves us in. Since I want to avoid attention I look for seats at the back of the buss. Sadly they´re taken up by a bunch of alcoholics, so me and Mina have to settle for some seats that are facing a pair of empty opposite seats.

Not exactly fucking ideal but I´d rather be embarrassed than near an alcoholic. The buss ride here took about an hour, and the first 15 minutes are pretty quiet. Then a pair of young women, younger than me, sat down opposite to us. They were both white with simple shoulder length brown hair and looked and Mina like she was doing something amazing. The one on the left spoke in a happy tone. "Nice to see another sister breaking the patriarchal norms. What´s your name?" She was completely ignoring me.

Mina answered in a offended tone. "I am **** Mina." She gestures to me. "She is my owner, Mistress Kritscha." By now the young womens faces had turned sour. "You would submit yourself to slavery? Why would you do that while the patriarchy enslaves millions to." Mina cuts her off by almost slamming her hand over the womans mouth and pressing her head back into her seat. "Listen here you little sheit. I don´t like having to do this but you seem like the kind of twat who needs." "MINA, STOP!" I yell, Mina immediately lets go and puts her hands demurely in her lap. "Please forgive me Mistress." Before I can apologize to the women for Minas outburst they get up and leave as the buss comes up on its next stop.

After they´ve gone, I grab Mina by the chin and look in her eyes. "Now, can I trust you not to do that again the other passengers?" Mina nodded and reached into her bag, pulling out a pair of sleeves. "Would you like to restrain me now Mistress?" I examine the sleeves. They´re made of soft latex and would be a tight fit on Minas strong arms. They end in a sort of fingerless mitten with one having a strap and the other a buckle. "Are there like a minimal straightjacket?" Mina smiles. "Yes, and when buckled in tightly it really emphasizes my weakness to ya." I could tell this excited her by the way she said that last part. "Alright, give me your arms and we´ll put them on."

We slide them up her arms with some effort, they really were a tight fit. The sleeves go up to under her shoulder where I buckle some small straps to hold them there. Then Mina crosses her arms and I buckle the strap between her hands behind her back, making her "weak and helpless". I run my hands over her latex covered arms and put my head on her shoulder. "You know, I could get used to having you like this." Mina giggles and grins. "I´m not complaining Mistress."

I pull her over so that she´s laying down with her head and upper back on my lap. For the rest of the ride Mina seems content to have me rub her head through her brown hair. After about 20 minutes of that we get to my stop. I grab Minas bag and get out with her following behind me. Mina looks around, curious to see where she will be living. Its an unimpressive apartment building on the outskirts of town. "C´mon Mina. We´re going up to the fifth floor." Mina follows me in and then, as we´re taking the elevator up, remarks. "Mistress, some of the personal things that will be sent are gym equipment. Is your apartment large enough to hold that?" I laugh at that ridiculous thought. "Mina, I´m a tattoo artist. I´ve only had extra money after rent and food the past 18 months. So no, I can´t." Sure I can´t keep gym equipment in my apartment, but the buildings basement wasn´t being used since that antique store moved out. I could ask the landlord if he´d let me use it as Minas gym? I think it over as we exit the elevator and walk down the hallway to my apartment...