From: walexand@hemisphere.neocomm.net (Wade Mondegam)

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Subject: MRWADE.300 - The D/s Convention - A sample of the latest work in progress

Date: 14 Oct 1995 08:12:24 GMT

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   MRWADE.300                                        By Master Wade


   


   


                            The D/s Convention


   


                               Chapter One


   


   


   


        It was the middle of June.  Maria and I had celebrated our 


   second anniversary as Master and slave in April, but always felt 


   in an anniversary mood at this time of year as well, since our 


   first real life meeting, and the real life ceremonies and rituals 


   involved in her presenting herself to me and my claiming of her as 


   my slave, had taken place in this month two years ago.


   


        Much had happened over those two years.  We had fulfilled 


   many of our dreams, and seen the realization of many of our 


   fantasies.  We now were living together as husband and wife, and 


   were comfortably settled into daily living with each other. Many 


   of the concerns and fears we had known when contemplating our 


   future had been resolved by this point.  That is not to say that 


   it was always easy living together; it never is.  But we learned 


   our limits with each other quickly, and found our own path to 


   contentment and happiness.


   


        When I learned that there was going to be a get-together of 


   D/s'ers, many whom we had met before online, taking place in Ft. 


   Lauderdale, I decided that it would make a good anniversary gift 


   for us both to attend.  We weren't really into the club scene, 


   finding it a bit too staged and generally meaningless for our 


   tastes, so we had avoided gatherings of those in the scene. But I 


   did enjoy showing off my girl to those who could fully appreciate 


   her, and who could appreciate her more than other Masters and 


   other slaves?


   


        I'll never forget the first time I showed my girl off to 


   another Master.  Frankly, I was nervous about it; not nervous 


   about her performance, but that I would be jealous and afraid that 


   he might find her too delicious for our own good.  I discovered it 


   to be incredibly exciting.  Not only did she perform flawlessly, 


   making the entire encounter unbelievably hot, but the manner and 


   style with which she did it only increased the other dominant's 


   respect for me as her owner and trainer; and I sensed, correctly, 


   that, if anything, he was even less likely to consider her 


   available to him privately than before I had shared  her with him.


   


        That encounter with the other Master had been planned for 


   months and did not involve another woman.  Both of us had 


   fantasies of sharing with other D/s couples, and we were both 


   excited about the idea of it happening rather spontaneously, as 


   well.  We also had fantasies of groups larger than two couples, so 


   the gathering in Ft. Lauderdale seemed to be right down our alley.


   


        We arrived in Ft. Lauderdale on a Thursday evening and 


   enjoyed a quiet dinner alone before settling into the hotel for 


   the night.  The planned activities didn't begin until Friday 


   evening, but we wanted the daytime hours on Friday for ourselves, 


   to spend cuddling and enjoying each other privately, since we knew 


   that our purpose there was specifically to enjoy non-private sex 


   with others.


   


        I was impressed by the planning that had gone into this 


   event. It was a class act, in every respect.  Held at one of the 


   nicer hotels, the average observer would have been unable to 


   distinguish it from a get-together of any other group of 


   professionals.  The literature had cautioned us to use restraint 


   in our attire and our behavior, making it clear that collars and 


   chains, leather bondage attire, and all other such outward 


   evidences of our interests were to be confined to our own rooms, 


   and not to be seen in the hotel proper.  This suited us both very 


   well, and the end result of the restrictions were to make everyone 


   more inclined to pair off into groups after the formal meetings 


   were over.


   


        The opening event was a dinner, held in one of the convention 


   rooms of the hotel.  Maria and I arrived early, and after 


   registering ourselves for the event, settled down in a couple of 


   very comfortable Queen Anne style armchairs just outside the 


   convention room entrance to watch the others arrive.  We were 


   given a registration packet which contained a list of all 


   participants with their dom/sub preferences indicated. The list 


   also showed couples together, and listed single, or un-involved 


   participants separately.  Also shown were the ages of those 


   attending, their marital status, and their state of abode.  We 


   were given name tags as well, the ones for dominants having thick 


   red bars across the top, the ones for submissives having light 


   blue bars instead.


   


        Maria had worn one of my favorite outfits, and as we sat 


   there watching the others register and looking over the list of 


   attendees, I found it hard to keep my eyes off of her.  Others did 


   as well, of course, which was part of my purpose in arriving 


   early.  She is a truly beautiful woman, 5'4" tall with long dark 


   brown hair.  At 120 pounds and with measurements of 36-24-37, she 


   looks good all the time, but seldom better than when dressed in a 


   pretty dress or skirt and blouse and seated with her legs crossed, 


   which is exactly how she was situated as the others arrived.  She 


   was wearing an off-white silk blouse and matching off-white skirt 


   hemmed just above her knees.  Her high heels were the perfect 


   height for her, and were also off-white, matching her skirt and 


   the off-white stockings which did so much to make her legs even 


   more beautiful.  As she knew pleased me, she had allowed her skirt 


   to ride nearly to the tops of her stockings, showing just a tiny 


   bit of the band at the top, but none of her naked thighs, even 


   from a head-on view, which is the one that was afforded to those 


   who were in line to register.


   


        I was reading the list over when I heard her whispering to 


   me.  "Master," she said, softly.  When I raised my head she nodded 


   in the direction of the door and I saw a couple entering together. 


   Believe it or not, the man caught my attention first. He was tall 


   and dark-haired with a mustache, with broad shoulders and the look 


   of an athlete. He wore crisply ironed khaki slacks and a linen 


   polo-type shirt that hugged his strong-looking chest as if it were 


   custom made for him, which it may have been. My attention was 


   quickly stolen, however, by his companion, a girl who appeared to 


   be in her early to mid twenties. I was vaguely aware of other 


   heads in the room turning as I looked at her.  She was a breath-


   taking natural blonde with just less than shoulder length hair.  


   At a height which I would have estimated then of 5'8", and wearing 


   high heels which made her only a few inches shorter than her tall 


   companion, the girl was truly a vision.  She was wearing a red 


   suit with a white silk blouse, the top cut to end at her waist, 


   the skirt tight and ending midway on her thighs, leaving what 


   seemed to be miles of white-stockinged legs flowing from it to the 


   red high-heels that gave the perfect tension to her well-developed 


   calves.  I mouthed "Holy shit" silently and turned to glance at my 


   girl who smiled back at me knowingly.


   


        It was still somewhat early, and the attractive couple took 


   seats across from us on a couch after receiving their registration 


   materials.  I watched with considerable interest and eventual 


   satisfaction as I saw them attach their name tags, indicating, as 


   I had hoped, that he was the dominant one, and she the submissive.


   


        "What do you think, Master?", Maria said to me, grinning 


   widely, as I stared at the girl with her crossed legs.  She was 


   wearing pantyhose, obviously, and held her hands in her lap to 


   push the skirt down just enough to keep her crotch from showing.


   


        "I know you like that guy, and that's fine with me," I said, 


   shaking my head slowly. She laughed a soft but deep laugh. "Oh, 


   but I like her too, Master," she said, putting her hand on my arm, 


   and squeezing it.  "What do you think of those legs?", she asked, 


   teasingly.  "Go introduce yourself to them," I said, "see if they 


   will sit at our table for dinner."  "Oh, Master," she said, "come 


   with me. Let's do it together."  "No, I want you to bring her to 


   me, and I want you to make him want you. Go now. Do as I tell 


   you."


   


        Maria got up, gracefully, without further discussion, and 


   crossed the distance that seperated us from them. She smoothed her 


   skirt down over her hips, something I always love seeing her do.


   


        As she stood there talking with them, I drank in the 


   beautiful contrast between my girl and the other woman.  The 


   blonde was somewhat tan, but not as dark as my girl. Maria had 


   fully converted me from a blonde lover to one who most admires 


   brunettes, but I still loved to see her with blondes, and 


   desperately wanted to see her with this one.  I wanted to fuck 


   that blonde, too, and as I watched the other man looking at my 


   girl, found myself wanting him to want her as much as I wanted his 


   slave.  I saw them looking at me and realized that she had 


   mentioned me to them.  I smiled and nodded my head.  A moment 


   later Maria was walking back to me, her face flushed with 


   excitement.  She knelt on one knee in front of me and placed her 


   hands on my knee.  I could see all the way up her skirt to the off-


   white panties which hugged her crotch.


   


        "Master," she said, quietly enough that only I could hear 


   her, "I have never asked you for a particular man before, have I 


   ?"  I smiled. "No, little piece, you never have."  "I want this 


   man to fuck me, Master," she replied, a genuine look of 


   embarassment on her face.  "Please don't be angry with me, but I 


   do. Very much." She lowered her eyes, and I could see prespiration 


   on her upper lip.  I felt my cock jump in my slacks, but before I 


   could say anything she raised her eyes and spoke again.  "I know 


   you will whip me for that, Master," she said, "and I know you may 


   not let me have him, too. But the girl is pretty, is she not? Do 


   you not want her, Master?"


   


        I bent forward so that my head was close to my slave's, being 


   careful that no one else would hear me.  "You are a fucking whore, 


   Maria.  Wanting that dark-haired man's cock in you. Open your 


   legs wider for me."  She did as I asked her, and I could see 


   wetness staining the crotch of her panties.  "You're right. I will 


   whip you for begging for his cock. I'll whip you hard and make you 


   cry and piss on yourself."  I lifted her chin so that she was 


   looking into my eyes.  "If I let you fuck him will you ride him 


   hard and good and fuck like the whore you are?", I asked, nastily. 


   "Yes, Master, I will," she said, softly.  "You will be proud of 


   your girl, I promise."  "You won't hold back anything?", I asked. 


   "You'll be a better fuck than his blonde piece of ass ever dreamed 


   of being?"  "I want to be, Master," she said, her eyes glistening. 


   "I want to be so good that he begs you to trade slaves with him, 


   and I want you to laugh in his face and hold me close and then 


   push me over the back of a chair and fuck my ass to show him that 


   you own me forever."  "If he doesn't want to fuck you again before 


   we go home I'm going to whip you hard, you know that, don't you?", 


   I asked, pointedly.  "He will, Master. I promise. I'll make him 


   want me again. You know I can."  "The blonde will be a good piece, 


   you know. I'll love fucking her."  "Yes, Master, I know she will. 


   I want her to be good. I want you to fuck her and fill her up with 


   your cum."  "You'll make the girl come hard too?  You'll make her 


   moan and whimper and writhe as you suck my cum out of her?"


   


        Maria looked around to see if anyone was watching us. The 


   conversation was going on a bit too long and some eyes were on us 


   from those in line. She looked back at me and replied, lowering 


   her voice a bit more.  "She has the kind of legs you love, Master. 


   I will eat her so good that she begs too...that she begs to be 


   with us again.  I'll eat her ass too, Master. I want her almost as 


   much as I want him."  She looked around again, quickly, and moved 


   her head nearer to mine.  "I'm a slut, Master. I can't help it. I 


   want you to watch me do these things with them.  But look at the 


   other people here.  They're nice, but not like this couple, 


   Master. These are the ones we were looking for, the one's we hoped 


   would be here.  Let me be a nasty whore for you, Master. Let me do 


   it, please?  Please, Master?  People are watching. Please say yes, 


   Master?"


   


        "Take me to meet our new friends," I said, smiling at my girl 


   and laying my hand on hers.  She knelt on both knees and leaned 


   forward, laying her head in my lap and hugging my legs with her 


   arms.  "I love you, Master. Thank you for letting me be your 


   girl," she said.  I brushed her hair with my hand, smiling down at 


   her, ignoring the eyes of those who watched us.  And then I took 


   her arms in my hands and helped her up, and walked with her to 


   meet the couple whom we would know so much better by the end of 


   the night.


   


   


   Continued in MRWADE.301.....