The phone rang, annoyingly. I looked over and saw that it was Mistress Karen, most of the calls from Karen resulted in something worthwhile so I pressed pause on what I was working on and accepted the call.
"Darling, how would you like to go to a BDSM convention?"
"Uhhhhh, what?" A BDSM convention, I had seen a few websites and they didn't look that appealing. A bunch of fat sweaty gawkers wandering around leering at bored models in bondage attire. Give me a good Comic Con any day. A peal of satisfied laughter sounded over the phone, "Oh dear, I believe that is the first time I have heard you not in complete control of yourself. Delightful" Karen said with a satisfied tone.
"Congratulations, point for you." I replied dryly.
"Oh, don't be such a fussbudget, remember getting out of your comfort zone is good for you." She chided. "Don't worry, this is a very exclusive event, invitation only. I have been several times and enjoyed myself immensely"
"So, we will be going with you?" I asked.
"Afraid not darling. Word of my makeover has spread and I am swamped with work." She said proudly. "I have three clients booked for that weekend, but I think that you and sweet little Jennifer are ready to spread your wings. Enter a new world as it were, and be assured it is a very new world."
"Alright, if you recommend it, it must be worth it. I will talk to Jennifer but I think I can persuade her, consider us in"
"Wonderful" she exclaimed in that over-the-top tone she used whenever she felt she had achieved a win. My phone dinged and I saw the invitation appear. "I am also sending a list of links to articles and videos you need to review before you go. No one want's to be the Noob at one of these things, and you are going as my guests of course."
"I promise to do my homework Mistress." I said in a surly schoolboy tone. "How is Janet doing?"
Karen paused, then replied in a very clinical, business-like voice. "It is slow, but she is making progress. She had had a very rough life and that has left some pretty deep scars on her psyche." It is hard to believe that the leather clad dominatrix also has a PHD in psychology, or that many of her clients are also patients who use BDSM to break through mental barriers like she did with Janet. You won't find on any school curriculums, but she does get results. "This is a big haystack we are going through to find those rusty needles, but every time we pull one out, she gets a little better."
"Any idea when we can see her? Jennifer is worried" I asked, and she paused again.
"Not for a while yet, I don't think. I am sorry but the reward must match the progress, and seeing you two would be a big reward. I will tell her you asked about her, that will make her very happy."
"Well, let her know that we are thinking about her, and I will get to that research tonight after I am done what I was working on before you called." I said.
"I knew I could count on you darling. Kisses to Jennifer, ta." And she ended the call.
Well, an invitation only BDSM convention, this sounded like the big leagues. Feeling just a little proud of myself I looked over to the sofa as a groan drew my attention back. Jennifer lay curled up there. By curled up I mean that she had her wrists cuffed to her ankles, and her elbows secured to her knees. A ball gag filled her mouth and there were vibrators in her ass and pussy with clips fastened to her nipples. I walked over and flicked one of the clips attached to her tits "Well slave, feel like a road trip?" I got a groan in response that I assumed was a yes.
A couple of weeks later and I was driving down the highway, top down when an 18-wheeler pulled up beside me. The driver looked down, then giving a toot of his horn showed me a thumbs up. I responded with my own thumbs up. "Don't be rude, thumbs up Jennifer." I said as I tapped her on the head, that was in my lap sucking my cock. She raised one hand and gave her own thumbs up sign, the trucker laughed, hit the horn again and pulled away. I relaxed back in the seat, checking the GPS. Jennifer slid her head back down the shaft of my cock, her tongue swirling around while her hand slipped down and fondled my balls. "Almost there slave, almost there" I moaned.
We arrived at the hotel where the convention was being hosted. As we were checking in, the desk clerk was trying to split his attention between his computer and Jennifer who was standing beside me. She was wearing the same sundress that she had worn when we went to dinner with her mother. The effect was significantly enhanced by push up bra that she had definitely not work at that time. She saw the clerk stealing glances as he was trying to concentrate on getting our room key. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the counter giving him a clear look while regarding him with a wide eyed, innocent expression. He froze, and dropped our room key on the floor, then hit his head on the counter when he stooped to pick them up. The manager came over with an exasperated sigh and finished the transaction, we moved off to the elevator. As the elevator door closed, I gave Jennifer a sharp smack on the ass. "What did Mistress Karen teach you?" I said in a firm tone.
"Posture and poise, always Master." She said in a meek tone, adopting the heels together, hands clasped in front, head down position of submissive attention. But I saw an impish smile start to pull at the corners of her lips. "But sometimes, a girl just likes to be reminded she is attractive."
I reached out to pull her towards me, her body melded to mine like two puzzle pieces fitting together. "If I ever stop making you feel attractive, you have my permission to correct me." I said, looking into her eyes.
She put her hand on my shoulder and raised herself up on her toes to nuzzle my neck. Her other hand slid down to stroke my cock through my pants. "Of course, Master." She purred. "I know just the outfit to wear too." I was through the second verse of an Aerosmith song about love in public places when the elevator doors opened. The invitation was very clear, no inappropriate behaviour outside of the convention hall or your rooms.
Shortly later we exited the elevator again and moved over to the convention hall, and the hotel was a very different place. Couples were streaming to the registration tables wearing all manner of garb. Some were dressed like they were just going out to dinner, then I saw one couple where the Dom was walking their sub who was dressed in a full horse costume. Others were in various manners of leather, latex or lingerie in all colours and styles.
I was wearing silk shirt and slacks, but Jennifer was dressed in the corset, garter, heels combo that she had worn when she and Janet came to beg my forgiveness several months ago. She looked stunning, like a diamond set in a crown studded with all manner of other precious jewels as we strode through the lobby. I was looking at a man leading another man, trying to determine who was in charge. Both were in full gimp masks and matching leather shorts with collars and leashes held in each other's hands. It was comical as they got distracted and pulled each other off balance. I watched as one just barely avoid being pulled into a pillar when Jennifer's hand clenched on my arm.
I looked over to what had caught her attention and saw her staring at a couple just ahead of us in line. The woman looked like she was in her late 30's, Hispanic with her long dark hair slicked tight to her head and pulled up into a pony tail ala Ariana Grande style. She was wearing a lacy black bra and a gauzy black skirt that barely concealed the G-string, garter belt and stockings underneath. Her arms were pulled behind her and encased in an arm binder that ran up to her shoulders, and she had a thick leather collar with a leash held in her partner's hand. It wasn't her appearance that was causing Jennifer distress though, she was pulling hard against the leash and pleading "Please Brad, please not this." She tugged against her bonds and continued in a desperate voice "Oh god, please, please don't take me in there like this. I'll do anything, anything, please don't make me go in there!"
Brad pulled hard on the leash, making the woman stagger towards him "Shut up you fucking bitch, do you want me to slap you right here in front of everyone!" and he raised his hand menacingly. The woman cowered in fear, eyes wide and pleading.
Jennifer looked at me, concerned. "Don't worry, come here and let me show you something." I walked up to the couple, Jennifer reluctantly following. I tapped Brad on the shoulder "Excuse me buds, this is her first time" as I gestured to Jennifer who was cowering behind me "Can I show her your friend's badge?"
Brad looked at Jennifer's wide eyes as she peeked over my shoulder and smiled "Sure, no problem" and he slackened the leash to let his sub turn towards us. I reached up and took the conference badge that was hooked to her collar. The badge showed a picture of the woman taken earlier, smiling and wearing a sensible blouse. Printed on the badge was "Hello, my name is" and written in black marker "Cocksleeve". I flipped the badge over, and printed on the back was "Thanks for asking, my safe word is..." and in the same black marker "Popcorn."
Jennifer's eyes narrowed as she read the badge. She looked at the woman and the terrified persona slipped away like a mask. Instead "Cocksleeve" gave her a mischievous smile and winked. "Thanks for asking," she said. Then Brad tugged her leash and the terrified woman was back. "Please, please Brad, I'll do anything, anything! Please don't take me in there, I'm begging you" she wailed as he tugged her towards the conference room doors.
Jennifer looked at me, slightly confused. "Some people like to role play non-consensual. That's what the safe word is for, they can say anything they want but the Dom knows that they only stop at the safe word." Jennifer looked at her own badge and flipped it over. "Thanks for asking, my safe word is ...." She took a black marker from the table and wrote "Peanuts". "Peanuts?" I asked wryly. "Peanuts and Popcorn?" she answered "It's all I could think of." I laughed, took her hand and led her through the doors, and into another world.
