A Day in My Life 2 - Conference
This follows "A Day in My Life." While reading that helps to understand the main character, some of the references and nuances, this story can hopefully be enjoyed on its own.
As I drove to the conference, my longing for being back with my Mistress changed as I got hornier and hornier. The fact that the chastity belt kept me from touching myself made it worse, and the car had a slight vibration that seemed to go straight to my cunt. I could feel the towel that I was sitting on getting wetter and wetter. I stopped for gas and while I was bent over changing the towel in my seat, I heard a wolf whistle behind me. I had forgotten that in my very short skirt, bending over put everything on display: my chastity belt, and my naked my ass.
I looked over my shoulder to see who I had flashed and immediately my entire body blushed, it was Harold, one of the senior attorneys I knew well, and that was surely heading for the same conference. My instinct was to jump in my car and flee, but that seemed pointless. I stood, smoothed my skirt and turned to see him walking over. Even as a lesbian serving a Mistress, some guys just have the look and the bearing that still gets to me. My cunt still remembers what a cock can feel like, especially when by Mistress's choice, I haven't had an orgasm in over a month.
We chatted for a bit, why Mistress wasn't coming to the conference, how my big trial went that week. He agreed with Mistress that some of the sessions could better be a short PowerPoint, and he shared my feeling about the unpredictability of a certain judge. I caught him more than once noticing what I knew were my very erect nipples. I'm pretty sure he caught me at least once checking out the bulge in his slacks. I excused myself to go use the restroom to relieve myself and to dry off my very wet thighs. I missed not being able to wipe myself after peeing with my fingers and edge to the brink of orgasm, damn belt.
He was already gone by the time I came back out. I finished changing the towel I was sitting on, keeping an eye out for anyone behind me. As I drove towards the conference all I could think about was what he saw and that very noticeable bulge in his pants. The result was my nipples became so rigid and erect they actually ached.
Reaching the conference hotel, I switched out of my driving shoes to my heels in the car. Walking through the lobby of the conference hotel, I was very self conscious of my rigid nipples trying to poke holes in my thin tight polo shirt. Naturally the lobby was packed, and it seemed that I knew half the people there, and they all wanted to say "Hi" and ask about Mistress. I managed to get checked in and escape, at least momentarily to my room. I unpacked my suitcase, hanging the suit and blouses up in the closet to let the wrinkles fall out. I also discovered two small boxes that Mistress had packed. One was a rather large metal butt plug, Mistress had marked, "for the sessions," and a slightly smaller remote control plug marked, "for the banquet." The chastity belt had a rather large opening to allow for bowel movements, and I had no doubt that either one of the plugs would fit in that opening. Mistress often has my ass plugged during the day, but due to the security scanners at the courthouse they are smaller silicone ones that don't set off the scanner.
A cold washcloth cleaned up my thighs and brought my nipples back under control. The only thing on the conference schedule that day was a social hour. Dinner was on your own. I knew that Mistress expected me to be at the social hour. This conference is aimed at our specialty and is a good place to meet firms outside our immediate area who might refer potential clients to us, and some of our local regional clients often need a firm elsewhere in the region. So, I ran a brush through my hair, touched up my red lipstick, grabbed a handful of business cards and headed for the hall where the social was being held.
As soon as I entered the room I ran into Harold and his two associates, the Jones, two twin brothers. I had gone to school with both. Both are gay, though Thomas is somewhat bi. He proved to one of my sorority sisters at a college mixer that he may be gay, but an ass is an ass, and a throat is a throat. Harold thanked me for my show which he stated, "it was the highlight of my day." He did ask about that silver thing between my butt cheeks but seemed to accept my claim that it was just underwear that had crept up into my crack.
I may have mixed feelings about Mistress's insistence that I dress and do make up on the slutty side, but it is quite useful in getting men to talk to me at events like this one. I traded business cards with gentlemen from six other similar firms in our region. I do think it would help them remember who the card is from if I wrote "tits" on the card.
I met Sylvia, an attorney from an adjacent town, a former lifestyle partner of Mistress. I have assumed that part of the breakup was because Sylvia was not only bi but seemed to prefer men. The six foot tall well built hunk obviously with her kind of reinforced that image. I deal with her regularly, she tends to represent the other party in a fair number of cases, but our relationship has always been cordial, if not friendly. She was chatting with a group of young male conference attendees. As soon as she saw me she excused herself from the group and grabbed my arm. "We need to talk, let's do dinner," was her greeting. She led me out of the hall, her hunk companion, Frank, trailing behind.
There was a very nice upscale restaurant about a block from the hotel that she led us to. We chatted along the way, she wanted to know how Mistress was doing. She also congratulated me on the way I presented my case that week. I was a bit surprised when she asked the hostess for a more private booth and was a bit shocked when she sat her companion and I together on one side of the booth.
We ordered drinks, double bourbons for her and I, an iced tea for her companion. We were chatting about the conference when she suddenly asked me, "Does Sheryl still put you in chastity when you are out of town without her?"
I was shocked, I blushed and gave a side look at her companion sitting next to me who didn't seem to react to the question at all. I managed to answer, "Yes, she still does" without stammering.
She seemed very pleased with that answer and replied, "I do the same now with my boy toys." That did cause her companion to shift noticeably in the seat. The drinks came and we ordered appetizers. Sylvia excused herself that she needed to take a call. That left the two of us in the booth having an awkward, get acquainted conversation, both wondering if the other one really was in chastity.
My phone vibrated in my purse. I managed to answer it before it went to voice mail, it was Mistress. She asked how my trip was and how the conference looked then said, "I just talked to Sylvia, help her out, do whatever she tells you to do, whatever that requires of you, you have my permission. Have fun." Then the line went dead, Mistress had delivered my instructions and hung up. I had no idea what Mistress had volunteered me for, but knew it probably somehow involved the man sitting next to me.
