To the bus stop

Whilst my Original (and I) know how to drive, it's not practical to drive through Central London. Hence, we travel to and from the testing facility by bus.

We are the only two people waiting at the nearby bus stop at this moment in the mid-morning, but there are plenty of people about, and it feels like I'm getting several looks that I'm not used to. Intrigued, confused, and somewhat voyeuristic looks. Which makes sense, I guess, I'm not wearing normal clothes. Little do they know that pretty much nothing else about me is normal either.

We sit next to each other on the bench on this warm summer's day, and I'm not going to lie, it's more than a little awkward. I feel awkward, and I can tell he does too.

Eventually I can't stand it any more, and I am the one to break the silence.

"What are you thinking about, Master?" I ask innocently.

Why did I ask that? I hate it when people ask me that. He'll be annoyed that I've asked that!

But there's no hint of annoyance on Original's face. No, instead, he looks happy to have been invited to engage in conversation.

"I was just thinking..." He hesitates, and then his voice changes, becoming less warm. "I don't know if I should be sharing my thoughts with you. You're my ****, not my confidante. I don't want to give you the wrong impression. You need to learn your place."

This is so weird. Would I really speak like that to a woman? I guess if I'd really convinced myself that I was just speaking to an object and not a person, maybe I would. Or is there something else I'm missing?

"I see." I say, downcast.

I need to try a different angle if I want to build rapport. And I need rapport if I'm going to be able to get any lenience later on.

"Will you at least answer me this. Why Sill, exactly? Is she your favourite character?"

I know she isn't. I mean, I like her a whole lot, but I like a lot of characters a lot. She's not even in the top ten, probably not even top twenty.

"Oh, well, no. The reason I chose Sill... it's related to the **** thing, but also..." He hesitates again, but then decides to continue. "I was thinking about going with an absolute favourite of mine, but I thought they might be too recognisable. I might get called out when I try to claim you're a real person and not, you know, a sex doll based on a Japanese fictional character. And then also, there's what she said..."

That woman! I knew there must have been some outside influence.

"The woman we were just with?" I pretend to be clueless.

"That's right, she was reminding me what my relationship with you is likely to be like, and it sounded just like Rance and Sill. So it seemed to make a lot of sense at the time. I felt like I was under time pressure for some reason, and that's what I ended up with."

Of course he did, the big idiot.

"Our... relationship?" I say, in a voice layered with adorableness and purity.

He sighs. "Not that sort of relationship. Tell me, what do you know of Sill Plain, and her life with Rance?"

"Let me think... He bought her as a ****, and at first she was under 'Absolute Obedience Magic', and would do whatever he said, and then by the time that wore off, she was totally in love with him and devoted to him, and would do anything for him, even die for him."

"And how did Rance treat her?" He asks knowingly.

I scrunch up my face. "Really poorly... She had to do all the chores, and he would constantly humiliate her in front of others, and have spontaneous sex with her without warning, and call her mean names, and punish her for little to no reason, and make her lie still for long periods of time while he used her as a cushion... oh god, I'm Sill, aren't I."

"Well actually, it would seem you've already forgotten who you are." He still has that cocky, knowing tone, but he's also completely right - I have already forgotten pretty much the only instruction he's given me so far.

"Oh gosh. I'm so sorry, I mean... Fuckmeat means... Fuckmeat is so sorry, this is really difficult for her. Even though she knows what life she has been assigned, Fuckmeat still has the mind of a normal person... and until half an hour ago had no idea about her new fate. It's... it's a lot to take in."

He has the audacity to put an arm over my shoulder, as if to comfort me.

"There there." He tries to be soothing.

Fuck you, dude, either treat me like a human or an object. You can't just switch it up every few minutes. It's messing with my mind. I mean, my circuits. No, dammit! I'm conscious! I have a mind!

"Well here's the good news - what I was actually thinking about was dropping the whole 'Fuckmeat' thing." He stands up as he speaks.

I look up at him with wide, pleading, hopeful eyes. Also for the first time, I properly notice the height difference between us. Whereas I used to be 6ft tall, and my Original still is, of course, I am now a diminuitive 5ft and 1inch. I feel... small.

"I've decided, for at least the first decent while, I'm going to dedicate our time together to fulfilling one of my core kinks. I'm going to rename your name-in-private from 'Fuckmeat' to whatever feels more appropriate, based on that fetish. The kink won't be the only thing we do, but it will be what most of our 'playtime' is initially devoted to and then stems from."

Colour drains from my face, or at least it would if it could. I have no idea if it can or not, and I can't see my own face. Anyway, the reason for my sudden distress is that I know what this man's core fetishes are. None of them spell an easy time for my first weeks as his ****.

"Anyway, I've finally decided which kink I want us to enjoy together."