Tohru followed at Hatsuharu's heels, stopping two steps back and to the left when he stopped at the counter.
"Junna, our things please," he requested. Tohru waited as Hatsuharu put on his jacket, anticipating the release of her hands from behind her back. From the corner of her eye Tohru saw Rin enter the foyer and motion for Hatsuharu.
"Tohru, wait here," he instructed and walked over to Rin. They spoke briefly then he went back into the public room.
Tohru tensed her shoulders, and tried to scratch her back but couldn't reach the spot with her wrist still locked to the D ring on the corset. She watched as club members moved passed her, talking and interacting. Some noticeably looking her over, some acting as if she weren't even there. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, her mind drifting back to the time Hatsuharu dressed her up and made her stay at the mall all day. Disciplining her for not buying the items of clothing he had instructed her to purchase.
He had checked up on her and discovered she had not purchased his specified items, so he had sent Rin to the store to purchased them. Rin arrived at her apartment the next afternoon with two packages. Tohru opened the largest package. Taped to the lid was a note from Hatsuharu.
Slave,
I am disappointed in you.Fortunately Rin has purchased the items for me that you would not. She hasalso purchased several additional items at my request. Due of your disobedienceI am forced to add these items to your outfit. You are to put on every item enclosed. I have instructed Rin to assist you.
Begin Now
Master
Thirty minutes later Tohru was looking at herself in the floor length mirror in her bedroom. The outfit was a black latex body suit. Formed tightly to her feet were five inch heeled stiletto's, her waist was squeezed down to twenty inches by a corset that was molded into the suit, and her breast jutted straight out in the contoured bra. The outfit ended at the base of her throat and covered everything from there down, except her hands. Rin zipped the back, locking it in place with a silver padlock Hatsuharu had provided.
"Now the additional items," Rin instructed.
Tohru gave a shallow sigh, and removed the wrapping of the second package. Inside the package was a pair of jeans, a long sleeved shirt, and a belt. Tohru wiped a streak of sweat from her face as she laid the clothing on her bed.
"What are these for?" Tohru asked, when she saw the remaining items in the box.
"They are also additions to the outfit," Rin said and retreived the toys.
"But these are..." Tohru gasped picking up the first toy, "this is a vibrator, and this... this...I don't even know what this is."
"It's a butt plug," Rin enlighted, "and it is also a vibrator."
"And what are these," Tohru whined picking up several lengths of rawhide.
"Restraints."
"I can't wear these things! Anyway, look at me," Tohru cried. "I'm covered in rubber."
Rin calmly slid her fingers along the front seam of the suit, and down between Tohru's legs. Suddenly Tohru could feel cool air touch her pussy. The crotch had a hidden zipper that went from her pelvis to her tailbone.
"Do you have any lubricant," Rin asked, picking up the butt plug. "We need to get finished."
"Yes, there is some vaseline in the bathroom," Tohru sighed resignedly.
Tohru couldn't imagine what her Master had in mind, but she was already becoming very hot inside the restrictive rubber jumpsuit. Rin reappeared carrying the container of vaseline. Since Tohru was having difficulty moving in the outfit, Rin inserted the butt plug then handed Tohru the vibrator.
"Oooohhhh, that feels odd," Tohru whined.
"You'll be fine," Rin commented dryly. "Insert the other so I can zip this up."
Tohru inserted the dildo into her vagina, slowly working it in and out, trying to get it to feel comfortable. While she was doing that Rin started attaching the rawhide to each side of the belt. Finally, Rin pushed Tohru's hand aside and pulled the zipper closed. The snugness in the crotch held both objects securely in place.
"Put on the jeans and shirt," Rin ordered impatiently, and Tohru stared at her. "We need to get moving."
Tohru quickly pulled on the jeans, and slipped the belt through the loops. As she donned the shirt and started buttoning it, Rin pulled the rawhide strips through slits in the sides. Tohru began sweating more with the increased movement, and had began to pant against the corset.
"Stand still, and place you arms at your sides," Rin instructed.
Quickly Rin located the slit in the right sleeve and pulled the rawhide around Tohru's arm and attached the loose en d to her belt; pulling Tohru's arm in against her body. Rin repeated the process on the left side, causing Tohru to look like she was standing at attention.
"I can't move my arms," Tohru observed aloud.
"Put you knees together," Rin ordered, ignoring Tohru's comment. Expertly Rin wove the longest piece of rawhide through slits of the inseam above the knee, and around Tohru's legs; reducing Tohru's gait to six inch baby steps.
"Now, you are to read this," Rin said, producing a long white envelope. Before she thought, Tohru reached for the letter. "Oooohhh!" she laughed in surprise as she toppled onto the bed. "I forgot about my arms."
Rin pulled her to her feet then opened the letter, and held it up for Tohru to read.
Slave,
You are to go with Rin to Westland Mall. You may shop. You may buy anything you wish, and you may charge it to the credit card I have given to Rin.
You may not, at any time remove any piece of your outfit. You may not leave the mall until it closes. Rin will meet you at the main entrance at nine o'clock sharp.
This is not punishment.
Master
Tohru twisted her body, again trying to scratch her back. Where is he, she thought. He could have at least released my wrist. Shifting her weight, Tohru looked longingly at the divan against the far wall.
"This is silly," she muttered to herself. "My feet are killing me, my arms arch, I'm hungry... I suppose he thinks this is discipline also. It feels like punishment to me," she grumbled, shifting her weight again. Then she gave a yank on the D ring with her wrist. "Nothing," she moaned and stomped her foot at no one.
Rin appeared at the entrance to the public room. She watched Tohru a minute then turned around and left. Tohru struggled against the corset, angry with Hatsuharu for having sent Rin to check on her.
'Just like that day at the mall,' Tohru steamed.
Rin had stopped at the curb, right in front of the main entrance.
"I'll be back at nine, here's Hatsuharu's credit card," she stated, and waited as Tohru battled her rubber undergarments getting out of the car.
By the time Tohru had made it in the doors, she was gasping for breath, and drenched in sweat. Then to make matters worse. The objects in her rear and pussy started to vibrate. Tohru immediately turned back for the car, but Rin was pulling away from the curb.
The toys seemed to have a mind of their own, torturing her for countless minutes, to shut off just when she was that close... In a fit of frustration Tohru headed to the ladies room. Disappearing into a stall, she attacked the toliet paper dispenser. After successfully relieving her sexual tension the dildo in her pussy stayed quiet for over an hour.
Worried she had broken it, Tohru finally inched her way to a seclude area to assess her predicament. Cautiously lowering her rubber encased body to a bench, she wriggled her bottom around, she gave several little bounces, she squeezed her legs together as tightly as possible, all in a desperate attempt to activate the thing.
That's when Tohru saw Rin watching her from the coffee shop. Rin waited until she was sure Tohru had seen her, then she left. Tohru started to follow, but as Rin disappeared around the corner both of the vibrators started to hum.
Tohru sat glued to the bench as the affects of the toys quickly took their toll. Soon Tohru's toes began to curl, her nipples became marble hard, and her pussy muscles clenched of their own accord. After the hot, sweaty wave of pleasure passed, Tohru pushed herself to her feet and slowly made her way back into the main flow of people.
Six hours later, Tohru was braced against an exterior wall at the entrance into the mall. At nine o'clock on the nose, Rin's car rolled to a stopped in front of her. Tohru's face was streaked with sweat, she had to pee, and the thing in her butt started to buzz again as she reached the curb.
"Why is he punishing me," Tohru cried as she tumbled into the back seat.
"This is not punishment," Rin reminded her. "This is dicipline. It is intended as a systematic method to obtain obediance."
"Well, it feels like punishment to me," Tohru fussed.
Rin got out and closed the back car door. "That is because Hatsuharu has never punished you," Rin reflected to herself.
Tohru sighed heavily, and shifted her weight. She stood on one foot for a minute, then hopped to the other foot. She wriggled her shoulders, still trying to get that annoying itch. She caught her hair with her fingers and pulled her head back, forcing herself to stare at the ceiling.
"Tohru, stand still!" Hatsuharu's stern voice startled her.
"Yes, Master," Tohru responded quickly, thrilled to see Hatsuharu, and relieved that her wrist would soon be released.
Hatsuharu picked the duster up from the counter and shook it open. Tohru turned her back to Hatsuharu so he could release her wrist.
Hatsuharu draped the duster over Tohru's shoulders, then with a deliberately casual movement, he turned her to face him. "I am not releasing your wrists," he said in a tone not to be argued with.
"Hatsuharu..." Tohru objected, stomping her booted heel loudly.
He glared at her, quick anger lighting his deep blue eyes. His teeth raked his upper lip, then he caught her by the elbow, turned and strode toward an inner hallway pulling her along behind him.
The first room on the left Hatsuharu knew was a conference room, and would not be in use at this hour. When he reached his destination, he pushed the door open and yanked Tohru into the room. In one continuous motion Hatsuharu, slammed the door, pulled the leather strap from his boot, and bent Tohru over the back of the nearest cushioned conference chair. Hatsuharu never said a word, this time the strap did all the talking.
"OoooWwww!...Oooowww!...Oooowwww!" Tohru screamed and struggled. But the pressure of Hatsuharu's other hand in the small of her back, held her in position over the chair. "Oooowww...Pleasssee Master...Oooowwww! I'm sorrrryyy... I'm sorrryy...Ooowww!"
Hatsuharu seemed oblivous to Tohru's pleas as his strap continued to fall on her naked bottom, raising welts where the cheeks of her ass met her thighs.
"Please stop Master... it's enough..it's enough. Ooowwww!pleeeassee," Tohru choked, gasping between crys of pain.
Hatsuharu didn't care whether he hurt her or not, the punishment continued until Tohru's struggling and screaming became uncontrollable crying. Shoving the leather strap back into his boot, Hatsuharu took hold of Tohru's shoulders and pulled her to her feet. Turning her to face him, he stood before her, tall and angry, waiting for the crying to subside. Tohru stood trembling and gasping for air, tears splashing to the floor.
"You will never stomp your foot at me again," Hatsuharu demanded harshly. "Is that clear?" Tohru quickly nodded. "Answer me!" Hatsuharu ordered.
"Yes... Master..." Tohru gulped between sobs.
"I told you I was not going to release your wrist. That was my decision and it was not open for a discussion." Tohru winced at Hatsuharu's harsh tone. She knew now that Hatsuharu had never punished her before. He had never shouted at her, and he wasn't now, but the sharpness of his voice hurt as much as his strap.
"I am the Master, and what I say goes. You are to be seen and not heard, and that is at all times unless I decide otherwise. There was no excuse for your actions just now. You will do as you are told or I will not allow you to accompany me again."
Hatsuharu closed his eyes, took a deep cleansing breath, and forced his anger aside. Tohru was having a much harder time calming down. Hatsuharu took out his handkerchief and placed it over her nose.
"Blow," he said, and Tohru did. "Again," he instructed, then he wiped her nose and returned the handkerchief to his pocket. Hatsuharu stood waiting as Tohru continued to sob and gasp to catch her breath.
"Be still," Hatsuharu finally snapped, "I've heard enough."
Staring at his boots, Tohru pressed her lips together tightly, swallowed hard, and bit back the sobs. Hatsuharu turned on his heels and stepped to the door.
"We are leaving. Stay behind me and be quiet," he ordered. As Tohru silently approached the door, Hatsuharu again shook open the duster and draped it over her shoulders. Once in the hallway Tohru waited for Hatsuharu to close the door, and step in front of her. Two steps behind and to the left, head down, and breaths occasionally coming in gasps, Tohru sadly followed her Master.