Shaun lies on the mattress, seeing nothing but a warm red haze behind his closed eyelids. Somewhere off to the right of him, a woman with a lot of enthusiasm but not much vocabulary moans out, "Oh, fuck, oh FUCK, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!" over and over and over again as her partner does something extremely perverted to her body. He doesn't wonder what's happening to her. He doesn't really feel much like thinking at all. There's a certain timelessness to this moment, a dreamy peace that fills both mind and body and leaves him completely content. His body is utterly sated, his thoughts totally still; he simply luxuriates in the warm feeling of the perfect body held tightly against his own and lets everything go but that.
Slowly, thoughts and memories return to him. He regains enough will to gently play with Judi's nipple, rubbing his finger against the very tip and feeling a warm surge of happiness at her sleepy sighs of pleasure. His thoughts drift back, from the mattress to the bed to the massage table to the elevator all the way up to the hotel room.
Shaun blissfully replays it all in his mind from the beginning.
*****
It wasn't the beginning, of course. It wasn't even the first day of the convention. But when Shaun returned to the hotel room with Judi, he knew it was the beginning of something, even if he wasn't sure what. He could feel something stirring inside him...a desire, not just for sex but for submission as well, that almost scared him with its intensity. It had been a long time since he'd felt nervous about it like that--he'd been Judi's "pet" (she never really liked the term "slave") for years, now, and he liked to think that submission felt natural and comfortable to him. When she'd suggested coming to a kink convention, he hadn't really thought it would be anything more than just an interesting and fun way to spend a weekend. They'd agreed on boundaries--no public nudity, at least none for him, and no public play. But now, after a couple of days at the convention, he felt like he wanted to give her something more of himself--a deeper level of obedience than ever before. Something like the things he'd seen over the last few hours.
Judi had sent him out of the room while she gave one of her other pets some much-needed private attention, and he'd spent the time wandering through the open "play spaces" set aside for attendees. He'd wandered in a daze, feeling as though he was watching more than just sex--they were the same actions that he'd seen on pornographic websites time and time again, but seeing real people perform them with passion and genuine devotion to each other gave the actions more meaning, more power. They'd seemed joyful in a way he'd never seen before, not just erotic but actually beautiful and loving. Shaun hadn't been able to bring himself to join in, even though he had Judi's permission--he didn't know how to begin asking two other people (or three, or four, or in a few fairly spectacular instances even more) if he could participate in their uninhibited BDSM play--but he'd watched from a respectful distance. And as he'd watched, he'd wondered, and as he'd wondered, he'd imagined, and by the time Judi had found him and brought him back to the hotel room, Shaun was filled with a desire to do things he'd never thought of before tonight.
Shaun didn't know how to explain it all to Judi, though. He just stared at her, imagining what it would be like to gaze into her eyes down there in the play space, to let his mind sink into a deep hypnotic trance and hear her command him to strip naked in front of all those strangers. He imagined knowing--really knowing, deep down in his heart--just how much power she had over him as he helplessly obeyed. He felt his cock stiffening inside his pants at the thought.
She looked over to the bed, where her other pets had already fallen asleep. A few hours ago, Shaun was just about ready to join them, but the sexual energy that filled him had burned away all the exhaustion he'd felt just a little bit ago. When he'd left the hotel room, all he could think about was getting back inside and collapsing onto the bed. Now, all he wanted to do was go back downstairs with Judi.
She turned back to him and smiled. "Go into the bathroom," she said quietly, "and grab the paper bag with the massage oils in it." He saw it, then, a light in her eyes that he knew matched his own. It was well after midnight, but Judi wasn't tired either. Shaun just about raced into the hotel bathroom to get the bag.
He stepped back out to find her putting a few items into a backpack. She slung it over her shoulder, then reached over to the counter and picked up a leash. "Come on," she said, clipping it onto the bracelet he wore around his wrist. "Let's go for a little walk." Shaun sighed contentedly as he felt it click into place--the collar he wore around his neck was just for show, here at the convention where people placed store in such displays. The tiny bracelet around his wrist, scarcely recognizable as a collar unless you looked closely enough to notice the tiny metal loop where a leash could be attached...that was his true collar. That was the one he wore always, even at work or with friends and family. That was the sign of his total and permanent devotion to his Mistress, and it felt right that the leash should be put on him there instead of on the more obvious collar around his neck.
They carefully closed the door behind them as they stepped out into the hallway, so as not to wake the others. Shaun took Judi's hand in his own, feeling the leash in her grip and her warm, soft flesh around it. He never got tired of the touch of her skin; it was practically an addiction for him. "Do you know why I asked you to come along with me to this convention?" Judi said as they headed towards the elevator.
"Um..." It was already getting a little bit hard to think. Shaun felt like he was already beginning to slip into a trance simply from the atmosphere. Something about the walk felt like a ritual, like a procession of two heading with measured steps down towards some great temple dedicated to submission, with Judi as a priestess leading a supplicant to worship. He felt like he'd slipped into a dream. "No, I don't," he said quietly. Even the care they were taking not to wake residents of the other rooms gave the whole thing a church-like hush.
"I asked Daniel to come along because he needed my care," she said, "and Kat came along because she had something she needed to explore." She gave the leash an affectionate tug. "And you are here for me. You're here because you don't need anything except to serve me. Whatever I need, you can be there for me, completely and without reservations. That's your gift...and I wanted to let you know how important that gift is to me. Always."
"Yours," Shaun said. That word said so much between them, a summation of the bonds of love, friendship and ownership that tied them together tighter than any wedding ring ever could. He didn't just love Judi, he belonged to her. He was hers.
"Mine," she whispered back as she pressed the elevator button. "And I'm keeping you."
Shaun smiled as the elevator doors opened. The elevator was empty, no real surprise at this time of night. The two of them got inside and pressed the lobby button.
"So," Judi said, "we're going to go down to the play space now, and we're going to find a massage table. I'm going to take my clothes off, and let you give me a full-body massage just like you've been wanting to. And then I'm going to let you eat my pussy, right there in front of everyone. You don't have to take your clothes off, and you don't have to do anything else."
