The rest of the day at the conference passed in a foggy blur. All I could think of was Lori and Frank, or rather what Frank was having Lori do. When I arrived at the hotel I went to the front desk where I was given a note and a room key. The note was from Frank saying I was to get ready for dinner and knock on the connecting room door at seven o'clock. He suggested I wear a suit and tie being this was a very nice restaurant.
I went to the room, which was the smaller room attached to the larger suite. Usually it was used by the guest's children evidenced by the two twin beds. My suitcase and garment bag were in the corner and I began to unpack. I would pass the door and stop and listen but all I could hear was my heartbeat.
At seven o'clock I knocked on the door and waited. A few minutes later I heard Frank's voice instruct me to enter. I twisted the knob and found it was unlocked. I guess Frank knew I wouldn't test the door without being told to. As I entered I found a large luxurious room with a couch and a few easy chairs. There was a small bar and a larger than normal king size bed.
The windows were floor to ceiling and the drapes were open. That is where I saw Lori. She was naked except for heels and the beads that started all of this. Her hands were placed above her head and pressed against the glass. She was in the position police search suspects in; legs spread and leaning forward so her breasts almost touched the glass. If anyone could see her from the adjacent buildings I do not know.
The heels were new. I knew Frank picked them out but also realized I more than likely paid for them. Higher heels than I had ever seen her in, probably four inch stilettos with an open toe sandal shoe. A strap wrapped around her ankle and I could see a tiny padlock on each strap reflecting the Seattle sunlight from the window. She was gently swinging her hips forward so the beads were swinging between her legs.
"You look nice, sit down and rest for a few minutes. We do not have to leave for awhile. I have a limo picking us up in about twenty minutes," Frank's voice echoed through the quiet room. He was standing next to the bar, dressed in an expensive looking suit. I sat in the chair facing Lori and the window.
"Lori and I had a very full day today. How was your conference?"
"Fine, it was O.K.," I stammered.
"Well I am sure you would like to hear about the slut's day. Wouldn't you?"
"Yes"
"Ask her," Frank commanded.
"Lori, why don't you tell me about what you and Frank did all day?" Lori stopped swinging her hips but didn't answer.
"I've told her to only answer to her new name, Slut. Ask her again."
I knew I should get up and grab Lori by the wrist and walk out of the room. I knew we had let this game go too far. I knew my cock shouldn't be this hard, so I slowly obeyed. "Slut, please tell me about your day."
Lori straightened her body and turned towards me. I couldn't help but notice how the higher heels made her calves tighten and looked so sexy. She was wearing more make-up than normal and her lips painted in bright red lipstick appeared swollen. She stepped in front of me and grabbed her arms at the elbows behind her back and spread her legs at about shoulder distance. She looked hot and her arms forced her tits out. Between her breast hung another small string of beads, each end clipped to her nipples.
Frank spoke next, "Good job, slut. You remembered how I want you to stand whenever we are together. Either dressed or nude. Very good. I noticed your husband eying the heels. What did I tell you about your heels?"
For the first time I heard her voice. The same voice I have heard for over twenty years, yet tonight it sounded unfamiliar. "A slut should wear heels at all times. Unless at a gym or running to keep her body in shape a slut will wear heels at all times. She will never wear pants or pantyhose. Her cunt must be accessible at all times. She will only wear a bra when it is needed to push her tits up. She will not wear panties unless instructed. At family events she will not wear revealing clothes but her cunt must be available."
Frank smiled and nodded his head. He explained they had gone over the rules during their long drive today. He said he bought the heels and some other goodies while in Olympia and of course he used my credit card as he knew I would want to pay for the Slut's wardrobe.
He had the key to the locks on her heels and hadn't decided if she would sleep with them on or not. They also stopped at an adult store where he found the nipple clamps. Frank was pleased they were beaded since it matched the theme of the slut....the Bead Slut. He was only a little upset they didn't come in a matching purple.
"Now slut, tell your husband what we did from the moment you arrived at my room this morning. Remember to describe things explicitly and use the language a slut would use. I want you to look at him as you speak," ordered this man, fifteen years younger than me, though years ahead of me in confidence and cockiness.
"When I arrived at Frank's room he had me pull up my skirt and show him my pus...cunt. He told me we were going out for the day and I was to only speak when he spoke to me. I was his slut and I should not pay attention to anyone but him. He then had me pack his clothes so they would be ready for the bell boy to move to this suite. While I was packing Frank went to the drugstore where he bought some rubbers for me and two pre filled enema bottles. He told me slut's must keep their assholes clean. He took me in the bathroom and had be bend over while he pulled up my skirt. He filled me with both bottles of liquid and had me sit on the toilet. I was not to expel the liquid until given permission. Frank pulled out his beautiful cock and had me suck it to keep my mind off the enema. After a few minutes he left the room and let me expel the liquid and clean up."
I could not believe Lori. She was speaking as though Frank was doing her a favor, not using her as his toy. He had a smug smile on his face and told her to continue. She described how they met David in the lobby and got in Frank's Yukon. Frank drove, Lori was in the front and David in the back.
Once they got out of Seattle Frank pulled over and told Lori to get in the back seat with David. He told her to suck David's cock but he was not to come in her mouth. Frank told David when he was ready to shot to cum in a plastic cup he handed to David. It was a specimen cup with a lid that Frank had picked up earlier. Lori said she did as told and was able to bring David off quickly. He filled the cup with a few teaspoons of cum and placed the lid on it.
After about a half hour of driving and of Frank and David discussing business they stopped at a donut shop. Lori realized how hungry she was, she hadn't eaten in nearly 18 hours. Frank and David went inside and had coffee and donuts while Lori was left to watch the car. When they returned Frank brought out a danish roll for her to eat. Before he gave it to her, he told her the mark of a truly good slut was her willingness to eat cum. Not just during a blow job but during any circumstance. Once she savored or actually longed for the cum she would be proudly able to call herself a slut.
At this Frank took the cup filled with David's ejaculate and poured it on the Danish. He handed it to Lori and said only one word, 'EAT'. Lori's face reddened as she was humiliated by the thought of eating cum in this manner. She hesitated and began to plead for Frank to reconsider. He became agitated and told her she could use her safe word or eat the donut. No negotiations. Lori closed her eyes and ate the cum covered pastry while the two men watched.
