“I want to go with you to the science fiction convention next weekend,” Michelle said.
It was a bit of a surprise to me. We’d been sleeping together for a few months, and though she was interested in my life, she wasn’t very interested in my sf habit.
“That’d be great,” I said.
She winked at me. “It’s not the panels and stuff that interest me. I remember you talking about the stuff that goes on ‘after hours.’ I think I’m ready to take a chance.”
That was the big surprise. Michelle is great: really cute, with long dark hair and a rockin’ little bod, but she’s rather shy in public.
“What did you have in mind,” I asked. Trying not to get my hopes up too far.
“Your slave girl, on a leash. Like Princess Leia, in a skimpy bikini and under your control.”
She really did want to make my dreams come true. “That sounds great!”
It wasn’t the brass bikini from the movie, but Michelle did find a skimpy little black, leather number that got my engine revving. I added a long black cloak, and cuffs for her wrists and ankles.
Standing still, with the cloak covering her, she seemed almost Victorian: all covered up but for a little bit of ankle showing over her sandals. But walking, I knew (and she’d soon find out), it would be a completely different picture, as the cloak billowed behind her.
“One more addition,” I suggested. “A domino mask. Everyone is going to want to take your picture, so the anonymity of the mask—”
She immediately understood.
Driving to the convention, I suggested she wear the mask the whole weekend, regardless of what else she was wearing. Since she’d never been around these people, the air of mystery might make her a little more comfortable. And we got her a badge that just read “Rodd’s”. She purred at that.
Friday evening we stayed in our regular street clothes, while I showed her around the convention. We looked in on some panels, walked through the dealers’ room, and ogled some of the hall costumes. Late night we walked in and out of parties and the dealers’ row rooms, and I surreptitiously watched Michelle admiring the bondage gear and costumes in one room. “Soon,” I thought.
She was eager in bed that night (well, I can’t blame her: I was just as ready).
Saturday was a good day of talking with friends, and enjoying our mini-vacation.
It was after dinner that Michelle decided she was ready to take her first plunge in public cosplay. She asked me to give her a half hour alone in the room while she changed, so she could surprise me with the complete picture, and I readily agreed.
I wandered down to the bar for a drink with a Tom and Sarah, asking them to help me out when we ran into each other at the parties later. They readily agreed to help make Michelle’s slave debut a bit more memorable.
After half an hour, I was back at our room, knocking on the door.
“I’m ready,” I heard from inside, and I opened the door.
There she was, standing in her black leather bikini, hands behind her back, hair straight down. Though I knew her body intimately, it was as if I’d never seen her before. I was ready to grab her and take her to bed right that moment.
“Are you ready, slave,” I asked, in a menacing voice.
She giggled. “I think so.” She held out her hands to me, to attach the cuffs, and I buckled them on. The same with her ankles. Then I showed her the collar. She nodded, and then picked up her chin.
Then I shook out the cloak, and tied it around her neck. She was my little goddess.
“Are you ready for your debut,” I asked.
She shivered a little, and then said “Yep. Let’s go.”
We walked to the door. “Oh,” I said. “Remember your room key and ID.”
“Already got them in here,” she said huskily, pointing to her little leather bra.
On the party floor, I could tell at once Michelle was the object of a lot of male attention (and some female attention, too). She took my hand, and grinned up at me.
In one party, I pushed her into a dark corner, and kissed her, deeply.
She responded instantly, almost frantically.
As we were kissing, I took a carabiner off my belt. Then I took her hands in mine, pushed them behind her back, and slipped the carabiner into the rings on her cuffs, locking them behind her back.
She gave a little shiver, but didn’t say anything.
Then I took a leash out of my pouch, and clipped it to the ring on her collar as I nibbled on her ear. She shivered more. “Okay,” I whispered in her ear.
She grinned up at me. “Yes, sir.”
“Okay. If you’re uncomfortable, just tell me. And if it gets too crowded, just walk very close to my back.”
Then I stepped back, led her out of the party room, and down the hall to another.
“Your slave is cute.” It was Tom, who I’d talked to in the bar. “Is she available for rent?”
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Michelle’s eyes widen. This was a friend she hadn’t been introduced to.
“Well,” I drawled, watching Michelle squirm, “not tonight. But maybe another time.”
She relaxed visibly.
I bent down and kissed her neck, just above the collar. Then we made our way over to the bar, and I got a drink.
“None for me,” she asked.
“That’s not a very slave-like attitude,” I said. But I held my cup to her lips, so we could share it.
Then Sarah came up to us. Sarah likes boys and girls. “How experienced is your little pet,” she asked me.
“Not very,” I said. “Why? Do you think you could train her?”
“Well,” Sarah said, licking her lips suggestively. “She might make an interesting diversion. How is she with women?”
Michelle’s face paled suddenly, but I pretended not to notice. She tugged at the leash, and I tugged back.
“I think I’ll manage her training personally, at least for now.”
“You set that up, didn’t you,” she whispered to me when I bent down to kiss her.
I winked. “Worried?”
But I could see her nipples crinkle up with pleasure.
“What are you thinking now?”
“I’m thinking I’m so hot for you that if my hands weren’t locked behind my back, they’d be in your pants.”
“Hmm, a needy slave who knows what she wants.”
I led her out of the party, and to the elevators, where I rubbed up against her.
On our floor, I led her down the hall to our room, and then kept on walking, jerking her leash as she stopped at the door.
“But I thought—”
I cut her off. “No, we’re going to look in on another party.”
We walked to the end of the hall, and into the stairwell. As the door closed, I pushed her up against the wall and kissed her, hard and fast. Then I led her up the stairs to the next floor, and out to another party.
We only stayed a few minutes, before I took us back down to our floor.
This time, there was no one in the hallway.
I walked right up to our door, with her leash keeping her right behind me, and then abruptly turned around.
“Do you have the room key? I think I left mine on the dresser.”
“Yes,” she said.
I looked stern.
“Yes, sir,” she amended. “But I can’t exactly reach it right now.” She looked down at her leather-covered breasts.
“Ah,” I said, and reached into the leather covering her right breast. I stroked the taut flesh, and rubbed the nipple between two fingers.
She started to purr.
“Are you sure it’s here,” I asked. Then I lifted her breast out of the cup and said, “Oh, here it is.” But then I looked, and saw I’d found her license. “Hmm, nope. That’s not the key.” So I reached into the other cup, and gave that breast equal attention before “finding” the key.
I stepped back to look at her, with her breasts atop her bra.
“Um, this is kind of uncomfortable,” she said.
“Oh, of course. How thoughtless of me. Here. Let me make you more comfortable.” I glanced at the key card and license in my hand, and quickly tucked them into her bottom. Then I untied the center tie of her bra, and pushed it down her arms, so that it was hanging on her hands locked behind her back.
“Wait a minute,” she whispered furiously. “Not in public.”
“You’re right,” I replied, checking my pockets. “Where did I put that key?”
“In my bottom,” she said.
“Oh, yes,” and so saying, I untied the side ties of her bottom and pulled it off her. “Hmm, I don’t see it. Oh, there it is, on the floor. Here, hold this for me.” And before she could say anything, I stuck the bottom into her mouth.
She closed her mouth around it without thinking.
I bent down, picked up the key card, and kissed her pussy while I was there. She was very wet, and groaned at my touch.
As I straightened up, I licked her nipples.
Then I heard the elevator ding. I grabbed the sides of her cloak, and pulled her to me as I leaned against the door. I kissed her nose and her eyelids, leaving her leather bottom in her mouth.
“Good night,” I said to the couple, as they got to their room.
“’Night,” they said.
After the door closed, I released my hold on Michelle’s cloak, and turned to our door. Then I said, “Hang on a second, I need to make sure everything’s okay.” I opened the door, slipped into the room, and shut it behind me, leaving her standing in the hall, naked, with her hands tied behind her back and her bikini bottom stuffed into her mouth, covered only by her cloak. I quickly grabbed a sleep mask, then opened the door and pulled her into the dark room.
I led her to the closet, and looped the leash several times around the bar, effectively tethering her to it. “I’ve got a surprise for you,” I said. “No peeking.” And I slipped the sleep mask over her domino mask.
I ran my hands up and her down her body, and she shivered appreciatively. Then I suddenly stopped and whispered, “I think I left something at that last party. I’ll be right back.” And I walked right out the door.
But I didn’t go anywhere. I just listened at the door, and heard Michelle groan in frustration. Eventually, she sighed.
I walked back in, and was surprised that she still had her bottom in her mouth, keeping herself gagged. I bent down in front of her, caressing her legs, and drawing them apart. Then I attached the spreader bar I’d brought to her ankle cuffs, let go, and waited for her to realize she couldn’t pull her legs together.
As soon as she did, I was on my knees in front of her. I grabbed her ass and pulled her to my mouth, licking her pussy lips, nibbling on her clit, and driving my tongue in and out of her. She came quickly, shaking and moaning, but I didn’t let up, and she came a second time, and then a third.
I unhooked the leash from her collar, carried her over to the bed, and released her hands and ankles.
When she came to, she took off the sleep mask and looked at me lazily. “That was incredible,” she said. “But I think I owe you something.”
We could both feel my erection through my pants.
“I’m going to get a drink, while you strip and put these cuffs on,” she said, somewhat forcefully.
I did as she asked, and when she came back from the bathroom, she said, “Behind your back,” and locked my wrists together.
Okay, I thought. She sometimes did this when she wanted to give me a lap dance.
But then she locked my ankles together, rolled me onto my side, and tied the cuffs all together. “I owe you a night of frustration,” she said. “Leaving me naked in the hall, making me stand alone, tied up, in the room, grr.”
“Uh, really? You’re going to leave me like this all night,” I asked.
“Quiet, or I’ll have to gag you,” she said sternly. “I need to get some sleep.” She didn’t even touch my raging hard-on.
Incredibly, I must have dozed off, because I woke up to her mouth engulfing my penis, her hands caressing my balls, and what turned out to be the best blow job of my life.
In the car on the way home, she asked, “When’s the next convention? I’ve got some ideas for a better costume.”
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