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Do I want to keep my collar on? Going out in public… all the people, probably a waiter, some passerby all seeing my status… oh, what the hell. Of course, I want to keep it on. It’s nothing more than a unique choker, right? No one will notice that it’s an actual collar… “Yes…”

Melody smiled, then reached down to pick up the empty box she scammed me with and held it by her side. “This can be your collar storage.”

So it wasn’t useless after all? I guess I’ve earned my storage box… probably worth all the crazy stuff I did moments ago. I wonder what else Melody has stored in there… I really should be mad it was empty, but I can’t get mad at her. Pushing the issue aside, I stood up from my seated position and waited for Melody’s next words, which came soon.

“There’s a bathroom just past that divide,” Melody said, pointing toward my right. “Clean up, I’ll find a place for food.”

I nodded and reluctantly scurried off in that direction. There was nothing to clean. Melody’s lovely scents aren’t dirty at all! Sadly, the public probably wouldn’t accept my face being covered in juices… but that would still be pretty fun… everyone shooting glares at me, a dirty little slut walking down the street. Imagine I went into a high-class place… those glares would kill me.

Reaching the bathroom, I walked on in. It was average. Just a bathroom, white everything, sinks, stalls, nothing special. I went over to a sink then triggered the sensor, splashed the water over my face, then did it again, and again, and again, until there was nothing left but plain boring wetness.

I looked like a normal person once more. Minus the collar, which I now got a closer look at. The collar had two thin needle lines of black at the top and bottom, the rest fully pink. There was a small ring right in the middle that begged for my finger to hook it, and it did. I tugged a little and relished the feeling.

It was wonderful. So constricting and comforting. A reminder of my new status, the perfect status. Melody’s little kitty. I had a feeling this collar would also make me horny, like, always. I could always feel it, always be reminded of Melody, always want her… god I need an orgasm. 

I was really tempted… but it didn’t feel right. Masturbating in the bathroom when Melody just played with me and is now waiting outside for me… I’ll have time later. I’ll suffer for now…

Shifting my focus back to the present, the collar was nice and soft. There wasn’t any fuzz, or cushioning, but it still felt nice. A little warm too. I never thought collars would feel warm, they didn't fit the picture. I guess it's made of some premium leather?

Having mostly cleaned up, except for my hair—it was still messy. Probably still filled with various liquids, but I don’t have a brush or anything… It'll be fine. Messy hair is cute, right? I hope Melody thinks having a messy pet beneath her is cute… it probably is… I think it would be cute.

I smiled at myself in the mirror. I look cute. Yeah. Melody will love it. I’m a little slutty though. I readjusted my sweater making it nice and even… yeah that didn’t do anything. Oh well. I ran my hands through my hair, grabbed a paper towel and dried my face, then left the bathroom, finding Melody waiting outside, her security no longer in sight, prompting my question. “Where’s your security?”

“You didn’t notice?” Melody giggled. She was still holding my new collar box. “I sent them away right when we entered. I don’t want anyone thinking I’m too much of a pervert.”

“Ah…” That makes sense… and makes a lot of my embarrassment earlier seem stupid. I was way too focused on Melody and that stupid box… sorry, lovely box. It’s my collar storage now. A very important role. Maybe I wasn’t all stupid? Security cameras probably watched. Imagine some horny person sitting behind a camera masturbating, as if our life is just some fake roleplay on the internet. Now, that would be stupid.

“I found a restaurant nearby.” Melody began walking away, toward the center of the terminal, and I followed behind her. “A bunch of rice dishes, is that okay?”

“Anything’s fine.” Melody, all I care about is you. I totally wanna say that right now. It’s true.

“Are you sure?” Melody questioned, turning her head back at me. “I can’t let my pet suffer with bad food.”

“I already ate some food.” Not much, but enough to keep me going. “Besides… I like rice.”

“Okay,” Melody said as we reached the airport's main exit, then she paused. “Where’s your car?”

“It’s close,” I replied, walking ahead. Is Melody planning to ride with me? She’s… it’s not a great car. Definitely not suitable for her. “Are you sure you want to ride with me?”

“My security will take my car back,” Melody said. “I’m not that insufferable am I?”

“No! No…” Although, you are insufferable in many aspects… specifically the aspects involving an endless drip. Quite a problem when I have no undergarments.

“Should I drive?” Melody asked randomly as we neared the vehicle. 

“If you want…” I reached into my sweater pocket and pulled out the car keys, handing them out to her. I probably wouldn’t be able to focus very well with her as my passenger anyway…

Melody grabbed them. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” I doubt Melody would have a single evil intention in mind. I can’t imagine she would want my shitty car.

Melody unlocked the car and opened my door for me, then watched me enter before moving over to her side. Why? It was the same with her car. I don’t understand. I should be opening her door for her, not the other way around.

Melody started up the engine and began driving off. As she drove I kept staring at her face, and her hands spinning around the steering wheel. The same hands that pushed me into her less than an hour ago… So fine yet so strong… 

I continued looking over her, imagining her without her dress… revealing those lips that I licked, the pond I fished my key out of. Where did she put that box? Ah… turning my head backwards, I saw the box laying on the back seats, key still in it.

Time passed quickly and Melody pulled into a new parking lot belonging to a small nondescript building with a sign containing some unpronounceable name and “Rice.” Definitely not a place I would ever visit, but whatever floats Melody’s boat.

She parked, then locked the car and tossed my keys back to me. We left the vehicle and walked side by side into the restaurant.

The restaurant was a traditional dine-in place and had a bunch of tables laid out, windows covered with blinds, dim mood lighting, and high dividers. A waiter greeted us right at the front. “Table for two?”

“Yes, please,” Melody replied, then he grabbed a couple bundles of silverware and led us to a table along a wall. Both Melody and I sat down pretty awkwardly, Melody because she had too much dress… how did she even drive with that chaos? And me because I had too little.

Melody and I are polar opposites in… everything. It’s pretty crazy we managed to meet. I guess opposites do really attract. Except tier. I’m actually above her. Melody caught my smirk and immediately investigated. “What are you smirking at?”

“Ah... nothing?” I replied, locking eyes with hers… her eyes demanded an explanation.

“Really?” she pressed me, leaning into the table.

“My… tier is higher… nothing else.” Gah! I’m so… bleh. I feel so weird saying that… It made me happy but now it feels like something bad, being above Melody.

“It is,” Melody mirrored my long gone smirk. “But I bet I can beat you.”

Well that's… true. Unless I use my shield, but that would wear down eventually. I’m above her only in name right now, aren’t I? “Probably…”

A different waiter, this time a waitress, came over and interrupted us. She handed us each a plastic menu filled with pictures and names of dishes. “Would you like to start with something to drink?”

“Just water for me,” Melody replied, then looked over at me. I said the same.

“Alright.” The waitress smiled then walked off.

Melody began a conversation once she had left. “So how was last night, after I left?”

“Good…” I mean… was it really good? Melody would’ve been better. Honestly dinner was pretty boring until I got her phone number.

“That’s not an answer.” Melody shook her head. “Details. What did you do right after I left?”

“Ah… I stored the clothes.” I spent like twenty minutes in silence really… but I did sort them after.

“And then?” Melody continued as the waitress stopped by our table with our two waters. That was pretty quick.

“I got some dinner…” I’m not liking this interview… I did something else last night… something… a little… you know?

“Who did you eat with?” Melody began sipping on her water, but still locked her eyes with mine. Her pretty blue eyes.

“I… some random girls.” I don’t remember their names. I think there was a Sam? What was the other… oh! O! Olivia! That's what it was. “Sam and Olivia, I think?”

“Were they nice?” Melody asked, already a third of the way through her water. So quick! I wonder how intense that sucking is… would it feel nice?

“I don’t know…” I replied honestly. They were fine, but I didn’t interact much.

“And then you got my phone number?” Melody confirmed, having a pretty good estimate of the timings, somehow.

I nodded.

“What after?”

“...I went back to the dorm.” I was way too hesitant. She knows something now… she’s going to ask for more… all the details.

“And?” Melody started, but was interrupted by the waitress coming back.

“Are you ready to order?” the waitress asked as she held a small tablet in her palm.

“We’ll both have a chicken curry rice plate,” Melody replied, apparently already knowing the menu. I didn’t look at all, but it's fine. Chicken curry is probably good. I’m not that hungry anyway.

The waitress grabbed our menus, then she left. Melody gestured for me to answer the question we were interrupted on, unfortunately.

“I… masturbated,” I whispered out while Melody leaned in further across the table, making me feel small as I curled and leaned backwards.

“What got you so horny?” No… why? Why are you asking this… eek! Melody…

“You…” I mumbled out, but it was enough. Melody heard it all and started chuckling.

Sitting back in her seat, Melody spoke again. “You should’ve video called me.”

No! That would be way too embarrassing. God I would love it though, hearing your voice, seeing you glare down at me as I masturbated… I kinda wanna do it now… of course in person is always better.

Then Melody leaned all the way across the table again and gestured for me to lean in too. Obviously, I did, how could I disobey her? She put her lips right against my ear, close enough that I felt and heard every little bit of her steady breath. Then she whispered words that made me crazy.

“I masturbated to you last night too.”