21. Home Is Where the Wi-Fi Always Works

“Are you sure you want to follow through with this all the way, Ugly Girl?” Ciaran asked me? We were on the train from Edinburgh to London. We would take the Eurostar from London. The same way we got here. Different company, different direction, different mindset.

I giggled and opened my coat. All I was wearing was a transparent blouse, in which the pale globes of my breasts were clearly visible. “Isn’t this enough proof, Master?”

“Keep your coat open for a while; you know how I like to look at them.”

“Yes, Master.” Clearly visible above my black blouse was a red velvet collar with ‘Ugly’ embroidered on the left side of the D-ring and ‘Girl’ on the right. I also noticed people looking at me as they passed by on the train, but that didn’t bother me at all. To be honest, I surprised myself. I’d thought I might sink to the train tracks in shame, but instead, perhaps I felt pride? I was proud that I was helping my Master take on the challenge that lay ahead in the Netherlands.

“What’s it like not to be tied to Sylvia anymore, Zuz?”

“Ugly, not Zuz,” I corrected him without thinking. “On the one hand, it’s nice to go where you want to without taking others into account. Especially in the beginning, we often fell when Syl or I suddenly walked the other way. Luckily, we could both laugh about it. On the other hand, I miss her, of course. Perhaps it’s because Sylvia and I lived for so long with no form of privacy that I’m not feeling as much shame now; for example, wearing my collar.” I giggled. “Once you’ve smelled each other’s farts, most of the shame disappears.”

He smiled. He has such a pretty smile.

“Ugly? Do you think I can pull this off?”

“No,” I said. “I think WE can pull this off though. Besides, we will not take your driver’s license test or anything. If you stay a bit in the background, the world won’t fall apart or anything. I assure you, everyone will be impressed. Just be yourself, use your normal voice, forget how you think you should act. Just do what comes naturally, and everything will be fine.”

“Do you have panties on?”

“What is the rule, Master?”

“The rule is no panties for the duration of this trip.”

I giggled again. Conversations like this belonged to Sylvia or Ilse, not me! “Why don’t you check, Master Ciaran?”

He moved forward. We’re sitting across from each other. The compartment is three-quarters full, but there’s no one next to or across from us. He gives it a try. He lifts my long skirt, which falls to my ankles, and feels up my thighs. Until he feels my bald pussy. His thumb goes down until he reaches the back of my buttplug.

“Not only an ugly girl, but a naughty girl as well, huh?”

“You put it there yourself, Master.”

“What size is it, Ugly?”

“Size 2, Sir.”

“How many sizes do you have with you?”

“Two more, Sir. Size 1 and 3.”

“Remind me of the rule this trip, Ugly.”

“Every time I go to the bathroom I have to take it out and bring my other plugs with me, Sir. I have to wait before the bathroom door until you put one in.”