From: walexand@hemisphere.neocomm.net (Wade Mondegam)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: MRWADE.300 - The D/s Convention - A sample of the latest work in progress
Date: 14 Oct 1995 08:12:24 GMT
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MRWADE.300 By Master Wade
The D/s Convention
Chapter One
It was the middle of June. Maria and I had celebrated our
second anniversary as Master and slave in April, but always felt
in an anniversary mood at this time of year as well, since our
first real life meeting, and the real life ceremonies and rituals
involved in her presenting herself to me and my claiming of her as
my slave, had taken place in this month two years ago.
Much had happened over those two years. We had fulfilled
many of our dreams, and seen the realization of many of our
fantasies. We now were living together as husband and wife, and
were comfortably settled into daily living with each other. Many
of the concerns and fears we had known when contemplating our
future had been resolved by this point. That is not to say that
it was always easy living together; it never is. But we learned
our limits with each other quickly, and found our own path to
contentment and happiness.
When I learned that there was going to be a get-together of
D/s'ers, many whom we had met before online, taking place in Ft.
Lauderdale, I decided that it would make a good anniversary gift
for us both to attend. We weren't really into the club scene,
finding it a bit too staged and generally meaningless for our
tastes, so we had avoided gatherings of those in the scene. But I
did enjoy showing off my girl to those who could fully appreciate
her, and who could appreciate her more than other Masters and
other slaves?
I'll never forget the first time I showed my girl off to
another Master. Frankly, I was nervous about it; not nervous
about her performance, but that I would be jealous and afraid that
he might find her too delicious for our own good. I discovered it
to be incredibly exciting. Not only did she perform flawlessly,
making the entire encounter unbelievably hot, but the manner and
style with which she did it only increased the other dominant's
respect for me as her owner and trainer; and I sensed, correctly,
that, if anything, he was even less likely to consider her
available to him privately than before I had shared her with him.
That encounter with the other Master had been planned for
months and did not involve another woman. Both of us had
fantasies of sharing with other D/s couples, and we were both
excited about the idea of it happening rather spontaneously, as
well. We also had fantasies of groups larger than two couples, so
the gathering in Ft. Lauderdale seemed to be right down our alley.
We arrived in Ft. Lauderdale on a Thursday evening and
enjoyed a quiet dinner alone before settling into the hotel for
the night. The planned activities didn't begin until Friday
evening, but we wanted the daytime hours on Friday for ourselves,
to spend cuddling and enjoying each other privately, since we knew
that our purpose there was specifically to enjoy non-private sex
with others.
I was impressed by the planning that had gone into this
event. It was a class act, in every respect. Held at one of the
nicer hotels, the average observer would have been unable to
distinguish it from a get-together of any other group of
professionals. The literature had cautioned us to use restraint
in our attire and our behavior, making it clear that collars and
chains, leather bondage attire, and all other such outward
evidences of our interests were to be confined to our own rooms,
and not to be seen in the hotel proper. This suited us both very
well, and the end result of the restrictions were to make everyone
more inclined to pair off into groups after the formal meetings
were over.
The opening event was a dinner, held in one of the convention
rooms of the hotel. Maria and I arrived early, and after
registering ourselves for the event, settled down in a couple of
very comfortable Queen Anne style armchairs just outside the
convention room entrance to watch the others arrive. We were
given a registration packet which contained a list of all
participants with their dom/sub preferences indicated. The list
also showed couples together, and listed single, or un-involved
participants separately. Also shown were the ages of those
attending, their marital status, and their state of abode. We
were given name tags as well, the ones for dominants having thick
red bars across the top, the ones for submissives having light
blue bars instead.
Maria had worn one of my favorite outfits, and as we sat
there watching the others register and looking over the list of
attendees, I found it hard to keep my eyes off of her. Others did
as well, of course, which was part of my purpose in arriving
early. She is a truly beautiful woman, 5'4" tall with long dark
brown hair. At 120 pounds and with measurements of 36-24-37, she
looks good all the time, but seldom better than when dressed in a
pretty dress or skirt and blouse and seated with her legs crossed,
which is exactly how she was situated as the others arrived. She
was wearing an off-white silk blouse and matching off-white skirt
hemmed just above her knees. Her high heels were the perfect
height for her, and were also off-white, matching her skirt and
the off-white stockings which did so much to make her legs even
more beautiful. As she knew pleased me, she had allowed her skirt
to ride nearly to the tops of her stockings, showing just a tiny
bit of the band at the top, but none of her naked thighs, even
from a head-on view, which is the one that was afforded to those
who were in line to register.
I was reading the list over when I heard her whispering to
me. "Master," she said, softly. When I raised my head she nodded
in the direction of the door and I saw a couple entering together.
Believe it or not, the man caught my attention first. He was tall
and dark-haired with a mustache, with broad shoulders and the look
of an athlete. He wore crisply ironed khaki slacks and a linen
polo-type shirt that hugged his strong-looking chest as if it were
custom made for him, which it may have been. My attention was
quickly stolen, however, by his companion, a girl who appeared to
be in her early to mid twenties. I was vaguely aware of other
heads in the room turning as I looked at her. She was a breath-
taking natural blonde with just less than shoulder length hair.
At a height which I would have estimated then of 5'8", and wearing
high heels which made her only a few inches shorter than her tall
companion, the girl was truly a vision. She was wearing a red
suit with a white silk blouse, the top cut to end at her waist,
the skirt tight and ending midway on her thighs, leaving what
seemed to be miles of white-stockinged legs flowing from it to the
red high-heels that gave the perfect tension to her well-developed
calves. I mouthed "Holy shit" silently and turned to glance at my
girl who smiled back at me knowingly.
It was still somewhat early, and the attractive couple took
seats across from us on a couch after receiving their registration
materials. I watched with considerable interest and eventual
satisfaction as I saw them attach their name tags, indicating, as
I had hoped, that he was the dominant one, and she the submissive.
"What do you think, Master?", Maria said to me, grinning
widely, as I stared at the girl with her crossed legs. She was
wearing pantyhose, obviously, and held her hands in her lap to
push the skirt down just enough to keep her crotch from showing.
"I know you like that guy, and that's fine with me," I said,
shaking my head slowly. She laughed a soft but deep laugh. "Oh,
but I like her too, Master," she said, putting her hand on my arm,
and squeezing it. "What do you think of those legs?", she asked,
teasingly. "Go introduce yourself to them," I said, "see if they
will sit at our table for dinner." "Oh, Master," she said, "come
with me. Let's do it together." "No, I want you to bring her to
me, and I want you to make him want you. Go now. Do as I tell
you."
Maria got up, gracefully, without further discussion, and
crossed the distance that seperated us from them. She smoothed her
skirt down over her hips, something I always love seeing her do.
As she stood there talking with them, I drank in the
beautiful contrast between my girl and the other woman. The
blonde was somewhat tan, but not as dark as my girl. Maria had
fully converted me from a blonde lover to one who most admires
brunettes, but I still loved to see her with blondes, and
desperately wanted to see her with this one. I wanted to fuck
that blonde, too, and as I watched the other man looking at my
girl, found myself wanting him to want her as much as I wanted his
slave. I saw them looking at me and realized that she had
mentioned me to them. I smiled and nodded my head. A moment
later Maria was walking back to me, her face flushed with
excitement. She knelt on one knee in front of me and placed her
hands on my knee. I could see all the way up her skirt to the off-
white panties which hugged her crotch.
"Master," she said, quietly enough that only I could hear
her, "I have never asked you for a particular man before, have I
?" I smiled. "No, little piece, you never have." "I want this
man to fuck me, Master," she replied, a genuine look of
embarassment on her face. "Please don't be angry with me, but I
do. Very much." She lowered her eyes, and I could see prespiration
on her upper lip. I felt my cock jump in my slacks, but before I
could say anything she raised her eyes and spoke again. "I know
you will whip me for that, Master," she said, "and I know you may
not let me have him, too. But the girl is pretty, is she not? Do
you not want her, Master?"
I bent forward so that my head was close to my slave's, being
careful that no one else would hear me. "You are a fucking whore,
Maria. Wanting that dark-haired man's cock in you. Open your
legs wider for me." She did as I asked her, and I could see
wetness staining the crotch of her panties. "You're right. I will
whip you for begging for his cock. I'll whip you hard and make you
cry and piss on yourself." I lifted her chin so that she was
looking into my eyes. "If I let you fuck him will you ride him
hard and good and fuck like the whore you are?", I asked, nastily.
"Yes, Master, I will," she said, softly. "You will be proud of
your girl, I promise." "You won't hold back anything?", I asked.
"You'll be a better fuck than his blonde piece of ass ever dreamed
of being?" "I want to be, Master," she said, her eyes glistening.
"I want to be so good that he begs you to trade slaves with him,
and I want you to laugh in his face and hold me close and then
push me over the back of a chair and fuck my ass to show him that
you own me forever." "If he doesn't want to fuck you again before
we go home I'm going to whip you hard, you know that, don't you?",
I asked, pointedly. "He will, Master. I promise. I'll make him
want me again. You know I can." "The blonde will be a good piece,
you know. I'll love fucking her." "Yes, Master, I know she will.
I want her to be good. I want you to fuck her and fill her up with
your cum." "You'll make the girl come hard too? You'll make her
moan and whimper and writhe as you suck my cum out of her?"
Maria looked around to see if anyone was watching us. The
conversation was going on a bit too long and some eyes were on us
from those in line. She looked back at me and replied, lowering
her voice a bit more. "She has the kind of legs you love, Master.
I will eat her so good that she begs too...that she begs to be
with us again. I'll eat her ass too, Master. I want her almost as
much as I want him." She looked around again, quickly, and moved
her head nearer to mine. "I'm a slut, Master. I can't help it. I
want you to watch me do these things with them. But look at the
other people here. They're nice, but not like this couple,
Master. These are the ones we were looking for, the one's we hoped
would be here. Let me be a nasty whore for you, Master. Let me do
it, please? Please, Master? People are watching. Please say yes,
Master?"
"Take me to meet our new friends," I said, smiling at my girl
and laying my hand on hers. She knelt on both knees and leaned
forward, laying her head in my lap and hugging my legs with her
arms. "I love you, Master. Thank you for letting me be your
girl," she said. I brushed her hair with my hand, smiling down at
her, ignoring the eyes of those who watched us. And then I took
her arms in my hands and helped her up, and walked with her to
meet the couple whom we would know so much better by the end of
the night.
Continued in MRWADE.301.....