Natsumi's owned life

Despite walking downtown totally naked she got a lot less comments than she thought she would. In fact most of the comments she overheard weren't about her nudity at all, but rather people questioning what she was doing out without her owner. She felt more like a stray dog than a person.

Emma wasn't home when she arrived so she started to clean the apartment. She didn't know why, but she wanted to put Emma at ease as she tried to explain what she'd done and thought it would be best with a clean slate, literally.

She tried to get dressed, but she wasn't able to without Emma and she felt too embarrassed to call and ask for permission. So when Emma finally did arrive home Natsumi greeted her by kneeling nude in front of the doorway.

Emma didn't even seem to notice her as she came in and set her stuff down. She seemed tired. She went over a slumped down into the chair. Then she raised a hand snapped her fingers. Natsumi got up curiously and saw Emma point down in front of her.

Natsumi walked over to her and figured Emma wanted her to kneel again so she did. Emma shook her head, "Dumb slut. On all fours. You are going to be my footrest."

With a gulp Natsumi obeyed. Emma put her legs on her back and took out her phone. Natsumi quickly lost track of time and just focused on the building tension in her body. Was Emma just going to use her like an object now? That's not what she'd wanted. She wanted them to be together forever, but not like this.

Eventually Emma moved her legs off, "Get up. Let me see your brand." Of course Natsumi instantly obeyed. Emma shook her head, "I'm so mad at you!" She sounded it too. Natsumi flinched at her outburst. "You idiot! Get over my knee."

Natsumi bent down across her and winced as Emma started spanking her. She was shocked by the turn of events, they'd played around like this before but this was different. Emma seemed genuinely angry. Finally she stopped and Natsumi finally noticed a strange sound. She turned her head and saw the tears streaming down Emma's face. "Mistress..."

"I didn't want you like this! I wanted to marry you!" Emma wailed.

Natsumi reached up and wiped a tear away, "I've always been yours. Now it's official. A marriage certificate is just a piece of paper. Now nothing can ever tear us apart."

Emma nodded, "I know. I'm sorry. I guess... this just isn't what I imagined for us," She took a deep breath and smiled, "...but you do look pretty hot like that. So does this mean I can get away with making you do anything? In public too?"

Natsumi blushed, "Well...I can't disobey you at all. And others will just see me as your property so...I guess?"

Emma bit her lip, "Hmm...well I suppose having the freedom to live out all of my fantasies isn't a bad consolation prize for being unable to marry you. And since I don't have to worry about deportation I can take that new job."

"Oh, what job?"

"Well a local firm has been trying to poach me but since my manager had been talking about starting up a new office in Tokyo I'd refused. Except this new position is...well... how'd you like to be the property of the new CTO for LuxCorp Inc?"

Natsumi scratched her head, "Uh well...I've never heard of them. But if course if you are happy I'll be happy."

Emma grinned, "It's a startup so I'm not surprised. It's risky of course, way less security than my current job but...the CEO is a visionary. He's like the next Jobs, except actually nice to his employees. I think this company could be huge and I want to help. It would be so cool to get in on the ground floor."

"Then I support you 100%." Natsumi said confidently.

"Ha, like you have a choice," Emma winked, "But seriously. I appreciate it. I'm going to go give them a call...while you wait why don't you go pick out some outfits for us. We're going out to celebrate. Something elegant and classy for me and..." Emma looked her up and down, "Actually, you can just wear heels. You look so good naked!"

It was Emma's first time taking Natsumi out in public naked, and it wouldn't be the last. In fact in the coming months Emma delighted in watching how other's reacted to Natsumi's nude form. She bought a leash and frequently took her for walks around the neighborhood. People would stop to greet Emma but they never, ever spoke to Natsumi. Occasionally people would ask Emma permission to touch Natsumi and Emma quite often agreed, especially if it was another woman. Of course Natsumi's own opinion never factored in.

Not that she would have refused. Especially since Emma frequently tied her orgasms to attracting stranger to touch her. Emma liked to take full advantage of her control over Natsumi and frequently changed her appearance, gave her conditions for orgasms and of course took total control of her wardrobe. When Emma did let her wear clothes, it was almost always fetish wear. Sexy maid costumes or cosplay. Leather and latex. And of course, bondage.

Which is how Natsumi found herself kneeling outside the bank, wearing a straightjacket, waiting for Emma.

She'd been accompanying Emma on errands. At first it had been weird walking around downtown in bondage but thanks to the mark on her chest nobody seemed to care. People looked, they commented, but in the end they treated her more like a dog than a person. Natsumi was just glad that Emma didn't have her on a leash and that was only because Emma said it could be dangerous if she accidently tripped. Besides with her inability to refuse Emma's orders it wasn't really necessary. Emma had ordered her to wait here and so she would until Emma returned. She couldn't move even if she wanted to.

Finally she saw Emma exit and smiled at her. Emma ignored her for a moment and did something on her phone, then she looked down at Natsumi, "There you are. Good girl, waiting so patiently. Stand up and follow me."

It was difficult standing without arms, but she was used to it. She got up and followed Emma. She was surprised when Emma suddenly brought her inside a grungy looking building but it wasn't her place to question her Mistress. Emma kept going deeper inside the building which appeared to be some sort of machine shop. Eventually she stopped in front of a large burly man and had a quick, quiet conversation with him. Emma passed him a stack of bills and then looked back at Natsumi, "Alright slut. Sit on this chair and then close you eyes and be still."

Natsumi obeyed and sat on the dirty chair. She felt something hard and scratching being placed over her shoulders and neck and then she felt a tightness around her neck. Moments later she heard a strange, rather loud noise and felt a faint heat on her neck. A few minutes later it was over apparently. She felt the scratch thing disappear and instead felt cool metal all around her neck.

"Open your eyes ****." Emma ordered. Natsumi did and saw a mirror in front of her. She was now wearing a steel collar which had been welded shut. At first she couldn't believe that Emma had done that. This was permanent. This wasn't pretending to be a ****, it was the real deal. Of course as far as the world was concerned it had always been real but Emma still treated her like a sub girlfriend rather than a true ****. But then she looked at Emma and her fears disappeared. Emma's face was still full of love, "I couldn't marry you but I toyed with getting you a ring anyway. A symbolic wedding. But the more I thought about it the less it made sense to me. For better or worse you are my ****. So please accept this collar as my mark of ownership. I promise for the rest of our lives I will love you, care for you, and give you earth shattering orgasms. Don't worry about your own vows, I know you'll do anything to make me happy." Emma leaned forward and kissed her.

"Mistress..." Natsumi didn't know what to say.

"Say thank you."

"Thank you."

"Now let's go show off your new collar. I made us reservations at Steffanos. Well. I made myself a reservation. You can kneel beside me and I'll give you some scraps. What do you say?"

Natsumi smiled, "Yes. Of course. I love you Emma."

"I love you too Natsumi." Emma said with a smile. Then she reached out and found Natsumi's nipples through the thick canvas straightjacket and pinched them, "But it's Mistress to you," She winked at her, "Come on. Let's go."

Emma helped her stand up and then they walked side by side out of the building and into their new lives.

*END OF BRANCH*