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."
