"Stop fidgeting this instant." His voice was low and always felt like a caress.
She stopped. Instantly. But she really wanted to keep fidgeting. Fidgeting all the way back into her clothes and into her house and into her room and under her covers.
"You are my Little one."
"That doesn't help me. I'm sorry, I should accept your compliment, but I just cannot." She wasn't sulking. She was going to humiliate him, she just knew it. Nothing was going to go right. Either the others would look but in the wrong way or they wouldn't look at all and she didn't know which would be worse. She just kept tugging at her coat. Even though it was warm-ish, she was wearing her trench coat with every button buttoned. He noticed that she was fidgeting again.
He pulled this truck over into an empty parking lot and stopped. He reached over and pulled her towards him. He embraced her closely and whispered, "Open your coat, little one." She did.
Somehow, she was never sure how he reached her all the times that he did, he turned her around and spanked her ass. Twice. Hard.
"Close your coat. Sit in the seat. Do not fidget. We are almost there."
He headed the truck off in the direction of the convention. They were going to meet some of his friends. Some 230 of his nearest and dearest friends. It was a confluence of leather aficionados and those who lived the BDSM lifestyle. Oh, and one small scared-out-of-her-mind noob.
The hosting hotel was actually quite lovely in that muted red-rock kind of way. Rated 4 stars if you could believe their advertising. It was a gleaming monolith decorated in the height of Native American decor. Tall Katchina statues were standing sentry around the lobby. There was a buffalo-skin drum placed near a cluster of uncomfortable looking chairs. And playing over the PA system was an endless soundtrack of Native American flutes and chants. Tourists loved it. Locals liked the bar. 15% discount with an NM driver's license.
"M. Rozel has not checked in to the convention, but has checked into the hotel. We'll wait a bit longer then join the convention." He directed her to the bar and ordered a beer and Scotch for himself and a glass of Zin for her.
M. Rozel. M. Rozel. She was sick of hearing about this person. She was sure that this was the love of her Master's life and that M. Rozel would turn out to be the most beautiful woman the world had ever known. M. Rozel could probably bend in ways that could make a bronze statue cum. Well M. Rozel can just kiss my fat flabby ass, she thought viciously. Then she made the mistake of guzzling her wine. Of course her Master noticed.
"Another? While you pout."
"I am not pouting and yes, I would love another. I'm nervous that I will do something to embarrass you."
"Be calm. I know that you are uncomfortable but you are thinking too much about what might go wrong. Think about how much pleasure you are giving me. I love seeing you in the shinju. Others will love it as well. M. Rozel will love you."
She had had enough. "Please do not talk about her again. I will meet your lover and I will be respectful. I will be nice, but I will also be utterly inferior to her. . ."
She stopped speaking because her Master had actually choked on his drink.
When he could finally speak, he was laughing, "M. Rozel? My lover?"
As if it had been choreographed by the angels, M. Rozel walked into the bar.
He was a 65 year old gnome. Her Master embraced the little man and escorted him to their table.
"May I introduce you both. Master Matsuri Rozel, I would like you to meet the love of my life. Lover, this is my mentor Matsuri Rozel. He taught me knot-work." Her Master looked at her with loving laughter in his eyes that threatened to spill out at any second.
"I have much to thank you for Master Rozel." It was all she could think to say.
"Polite and contrite. Your master has done well. But I see that you have a fire in you. You like the struggle don't you, little one?"
"I do actually. My Master is very strong and I love to feel that strength." She blushed to be so honest with this stranger.
"He also needs someone who will not be too complacent. Don't give in too quickly. It will bore him." M. Rozel chuckled and stroked her cheek.
"Oh, forgive me. I didn't ask permission."
"It is given before it is requested, M. Rozel. You may have her in any way you wish."
"That offer, more than any other, could tempt me to give up my vow of abstinence. She is young and lovely. I get just a hint of the shinju and the waist cinch. You are much loved, my dear."
"I am much loved and would willing give any allowable pleasure to you, Master Rozel."
"I'm passed that. My pleasure comes from knowing that I've taught all I can to some very worthy pupils. The knots will live on."
There was a flurry of activity at the entrance to the bar. M. Rozel and her Master excused themselves and went to greet more of M. Rozel's pupils. She took a moment to watch her Master. He was not a tall man but he was beautifully proportioned. His long brown hair was held back by a single leather lace. There was a charm he had made at one end. It was the BDSM emblem in gold. She had two that she would wear once she was fully garbed.
He returned to her side. "It is time to go in. I'll wait here while you finish dressing, then I'll check our coats."
She wanted to ask him for reassurance. She wanted him to go into the restroom with her and shield her. She wanted to go home. She wanted to please him. She stood and went into the restroom with her small bag.
She stepped out of the restroom about 10 minutes later. She was wearing stilettos, black fishnet thigh-high stockings, a black lace thong, a black leather waist cinch, a collar made of 1 1/2 wide leather with a ring for her leash, and the black shinju. The shinju was of leather straps rather than rope. It was also tied, not to flatten her breasts horizontally, but to circle the breast and make them project.
Her Master placed the leather and gemstone mask over her eyes. The gemstones were green to make her blue eyes flash. Her red hair also made her eyes a more startling blue. He took her hair down out of the clip it was in. She had clipped it in such a way as to make it wavier. He tousled her hair and she was a chestnut lioness.
Her Master kissed her gently on the lips while he tweaked her nipple. He put her nipple clamps and chain on her. Over her nipples, he placed the leather pasties with a painted version of the BDSM emblem. He also tied her arms behind her back with the extra leather laces that he'd brought. The last bit was to clip her leash onto her collar. Somehow this clip always made a resounding clink every time he put it on her. The sound was hard and light. It was hot and cold. It was love and ownership.
She hated and loved it.
He pulled her to him using the leash. He yanked at the last second and she stumbled against his chest. He caught her with an arm around her waist and kissed her hard. He had checked both of their coats so she rubbed against his scratchy wool sweater. It was a lovely abrasion against her hard nipples. She felt his arousal and she pooled at her core. She was pleasing him. She would do anything to please him.
The convention hall was filled with the smell of leather. She loved the smell of leather. It was one of her greatest pleasures to be allowed to watch her Master work on his leather pieces. Each time a cut was made the smell would refresh in his small work area. Sometimes, just to tease her, he would stroke her cheek with some unfinished piece. The smell was making her wet and dizzy. She stumbled just a little.
Her Master was right beside her, holding her.
"Little one?" He was always considerate.
