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o’s High School Reunion

High School reunions are often a source of surprises; the homely ?fat chick? turned into the gorgeous swan, the tough-guy, troublemaker, is now a cop, the science whiz is a shoe salesman.

There are, i’m sure, similar surprises at every reunion, but can you imagine the girl known as ?The Ice Queen?, and voted most likely to be a virgin when she gets married, returning to her high school reunion as a sex slave;

Hard to imagine? Well, i’ll try to describe how it went.

i received an invitation to slave’s high school reunion from the reunion committee. At first, i really wasn’t interested, but then i talked with slave’s dearest friend Stephanie.

Because slave’s father worked for the State Department, i received most of slave’s early education at private schools overseas. When slave’s family settled down back in the U.S.A. i was given an equivalency test and then placed in a grade where everyone was a year or two, or more, older than i. So i graduated high school at the tender age of not quite sixteen. And worse, i looked hardly thirteen.

Most of slave’s classmates treated me like ?the brainy little girl who didn’t quite fit in?. i wasn’t really ?brainy,? just well educated.

There were a couple of exceptions, Stephanie most especially. We became friends almost immediately upon meeting in junior high, and have been

friends ever since. i guess Steph is the reason that i ended up going to the reunion.

It was a three day event. There was a no-host cocktail party Friday night, a dinner-dance Saturday evening and a ?Bye-bye breakfast? Sunday morning.

i guess it was set up that way to allow people from out of the area time to arrive, meet each other and depart with some room for flight delays etc. That was not a problem for U/us. W/we still live in the vicinity where Steph and i went to high school.

Once Steph convinced me to go, we only had to persuade Master. Surprisingly, it was not that difficult.

Stephanie came to Master’s home and the two of us approached Him with the idea. He said that it was fine with Him, but He would make no allowances, nor exceptions, for the occasion. In other words, i would go as His display slave.

Once that had been established, He made reservations at the hotel that was hosting the reunion. He said it was silly to drive back and forth, even if it was only a thirty or forty-five minute drive. He reserved a two bedroom suite, and asked Steph and Scott to join U/us.

Scott and Master would probably not know anyone except Steph and i; Scott, because he went to a different high school, and Master because He went to a different high school, in a different decade.

Friday

When the Friday afternoon arrived, so did Scott and Steph at Master’s home. Stephanie was so excited you would have thought she was the ?little girl?.

?Wow, o, this is going to be so cool. I’m not going to leave your side all weekend. i can’t wait to see the reactions to the ‘new and improved’ you!? i sometimes think that Steph gets a little too much vicarious titillation through me. But we always have fun when we are together.

Master dressed me in a dark blue mini-dress that has long sleeves that flare a little above the cuffs on slave’s wrists. It has a crew-collar neckline that fits around slave’s neck at the base of slave’s collar. It fits like a second skin down to slave’s waist and from there flares to the hem that is perhaps four inches below slave’s sex. The fabric is all but transparent. The rings through slave’s nipples are very clearly visible through the material. The outfit was completed by a pair of blue mules with two inch soles and five inch heels.

Master allowed slave to keep the dress on while riding in His car to the hotel/spa. Of course, i lifted the hem so that slave’s bare ass was on the leather seat.

When W/we arrived at the hotel/spa, Master checked in. i stood at His side. W/we were the only ones at the desk so all three of the clerks stood and stared at slave’s very visible body. One did the paper work, but even she spent most of the time staring at me. When Master finished the clerk said, ?That’s a fantastic dress.?

One of the other clerks said ?I love your rings. They’re so big.?

i thanked them both and W/we went up to the suite. i couldn’t believe Steph’s reaction. She was almost delirious. It was a beautiful room, and it had views of the bay, and the bridges, but it was just a hotel room.

Naturally, i took off the dress at the door of the suite. Before anyone really noticed, i was naked in Master’s suite. Well, i mean they didn’t notice me taking the dress off, it was obvious by Scott’s huge smile that he noticed i was naked again.

Master asked Steph and Scott to choose the bedroom they wanted and W/we took the other. Both rooms were wonderful. W/we all sat in the sitting room and watched the bay and the fog and finally Master said W/we should get ready. Each bedroom had a bathroom so there was no problem with scheduling.

When W/we had showered, Master instructed me to put the blue dress back on and i wore the same blue mules.

Stephanie wore a floral print dress that came to a couple of inches above her knees.

The men wore sport coats with shirts open at the collar.

When W/we went down to the lobby there was a table set up with a ?Welcome LLHS alumnus? banner behind it. W/we went to the table and a woman i didn’t recognize greeted U/us with a smile. She wore a name tag declaring her name to be Leanne Contrell n?e Leanne Lewis, ?Are you LLHS grads??

Stephanie said, ?I am, and so is odalisque, the guys are with us. Oh, I’m so sorry Steven, we are with the gentlemen.?

The woman asked what our names were when we were in school. Stephanie told her and she pulled out name tags that had our senior yearbook pictures and our names on them. Below the picture and ?maiden? name was the ?current? name. She looked at slave’s and said, ?Oh, I’m so sorry, they seem to have just put your new last name.?

?No, Mistress Leanne, that is slave’s entire name.?

Suddenly she looked as if someone had slapped her across the face. ?I? I’m?I’m, um, I’m sorry did you say slave’s??

Stephanie spoke up, ?Yeah, Leanne, the Ice Queen has thawed.?

Leanne looked more carefully at the photo, ?Oh, I remember you. Some people did call you the Ice Queen, didn’t they?? She giggled.

Only when she held the name tag out toward me did she seem to notice the collar and cuffs. Once she was aware of them, she took a closer look and noticed that she could clearly see slave’s ringed nipples through slave’s dress.

Leanne then looked down at slave’s tattoo and noticed slave’s plucked pubic mound.

She shook her head as if to rid it of cobwebs, and then said to Master and Scott, ?If you will just write your names on these tags, please. There is a no-host bar set up in the Golden Bear Room just down the corridor.

i took Master’s arm, Steph took Scott’s and W/we walked down the hall into the Golden Bear Room. The room was set up rather like a British gentlemen’s club with over-stuffed chairs, couches and tables, and some tables with regular straight-backed chairs around them. (Okay, I don’t actually know what a British gentlemen’s club looks like except in the movies or television.)

W/we went directly toward the bar where Master ordered sparkling wine for Himself and me, and Scott requested a beer and Merlot for Stephanie.

W/we made O/our way to a spot that had a couch and two over-stuffed chairs around a table. Master sat on the couch and seated me on His left which meant that i would only be allowed to caress His gorgeous cock from outside of His pants. Steph and Scott sat on the chairs across from U/us. 

Two women were offering hors d’ oeuvres, on silver trays. When one came to O/our table and saw slave’s hand stroking Master’s pant leg and realized inside was Master’s beautiful cock, she just smiled broadly. Then

she noticed the cuff on slave’s wrist, and then the collar and finally the whole affect struck her. ?Oh, my, that is a marvelous costume, Miss.?

?Thank you, Mistress.? She looked like a coed working her way through University, but the rule is i address all women as Mistress. ?Master has wonderful taste in clothes, i do agree.? Slave’s use of the title ?Master? seemed to surprise her just slightly.

W/we each took a napkin and a stuffed mushroom or two. As the girl left, Steph leaned forward and said, ?Watch, I’ll bet she goes right over to the other server and tells her all about you, o.?

As if by command, she did make a beeline for the other server. Some words were exchanged, a nod of the head in O/our direction, and in a matter of moments the second server was at O/our table.

She was ostensibly offering smoked salmon on bits of toast, but mostly she was just staring at the display slave in front of her.

After a moment she said, ?Oh, I’m sorry,? and bent to offer the tray. ?Would you care for some smoked salmon??

W/we helped O/ourselves, as she stared at what i was displaying. ?That dress is just perfect on your body, Miss.?

?Thank you Mistress. It is quite a lovely dress isn’t it??

?Yes, and quite? transparent.? She smiled and went on about her serving.

There were a few dozen people in the room but i didn’t think i recognized a single one.

?o, look, there’s Rich B. Remember,  he was a four letter man, he played basketball, baseball, golf and tennis. People expected him to play professional baseball.? Stephanie suddenly came to life.

?i don’t think i really knew him that well, just mostly about him.? i said as Stephanie rose.

?Yeah, but, he’ll remember you. Well, maybe not as you are now, but I happen to know he had a titanic crush on you. He was just too shy to do anything about it. I’ll be right back.? With that Steph was out of her chair and across the room to Rich B’s side.

When they returned, Stephanie had Rich by one arm and another woman had his other arm. ?Rich, you remember Sharee White, only now her name is ‘odalisque’, and this is her Master, Steven, and this is my partner Scott.?

Without taking his eyes off of slave’s ringed nipples, Rich said ?’ello, I’m pleased to meet you... all.?

i think he might have had a little head start on U/us at the bar. He finally moved his stare from slave’s breasts down to slave’s plucked pubic mound, down to the cuffs at slave’s ankles and slowly up past slave’s cuffed wrists and collar to slave’s eyes.

Now i was sure that Rich had a bit to drink because he was known in school to be quite shy, but he said, ?Mrs. O’Delusk your body is even more beautiful than I used to dream it was when we were in school.?

?Thank you, Rich Sir, but it is not Mrs. Odalisque, it is just odalisque. That is who and what i am; odalisque, or simply o, if you prefer.?

The woman on Rich’s other arm stared at me in a way that, if looks really could kill, i would have had, at the very least, a dreadfully serious illness. She said, ?If I recall my French, doesn’t odalisque mean ‘whore’, or something like that in French??

?i suppose, something like that, if you wish, Mistress. It actually means slave or concubine.?

The sound of her voice seemed to startle Rich. ?Oh, uh, ode, uh od-a-lis-que is it,? he seemed to read the name from the tattoo on slave’s thigh, ?this is Toni, my fianc?e.?

?I was wondering when you might get around to me, dear.? The word ?dear? had no love in the tone, at all.

Master decided to step in. ?Rich, Stephanie says people picked you to play pro ball, did you? I confess I’m not the best informed baseball fan.?

?Yes and no. I played pro ball, but never in the Bigs. I spent a couple of seasons kicking around in the minors and finally realized I wasn’t going to make it to the top, so I got a real job.?

?I think I need another drink, Richie, please.? With that Toni led Rich away from ?The Ice Queen?.

The four of U/us sat and talked, and watched people. Stephanie watched people watching me.

At one point Master asked if W/we wanted more drinks and W/we all did, so He excused Himself to get them. He returned to say that one of the waitresses had volunteered to bring the drinks to O/our table. The waitress arrived just as two men walked up. ?Stephanie, it is, isn’t it??

Stephanie smiled and said, ?Yes, and you are Ray and Mark. Still inseparable friends, I see.?

?Yes, and who is this?No, you can’t be ‘The Ice Queen’!? Ray said, looking at the name tag and then at me, up and down and all around.

Mark looked at me with what I guess would pass for a smile, or perhaps a leer, ?I knew you were hiding something behind that prim and proper routine back in school.?

?Actually, that ‘prim and proper routine’ was the real me at the time, Mark Sir. But since meeting Steven, i guess you could say i‘ve thawed out a bit.

?Mark Sir, this is Steven.? Steven stood and offered His hand.

Mark shook it, ?Pleasure, and this is Ray.? Ray and Master shook hands.

Ray said, ?You’ll save me a dance tomorrow night won’t you Sharee??

?The name is ‘odalisque’ and with whom i dance is up to Master Steven, Ray Sir.? Ray walked away with a look of bewilderment on his face.

?Well, that was slightly surreal. In school those two each took me out once. When i didn’t drink beer, or smoke dope, they acted as if i didn’t exist in the same world.?

?Gosh, o, do you think they might figure maybe you drink and smoke now?? Steph had an obvious twinkle in her eyes. ?I bet they wish that they were in your world now??

The server had waited patiently through that conversation and then set the drinks down. ?odalisque, may I call you that??

?Certainly Mistress; It is slave’s name.?

?You probably are used to it, but almost every conversation in this room is about you.?

?That is sweet of you to say, but i’m sure it is quite an exaggeration, Mistress.?

?Oh, no miss. Just the people I’ve served have talked about where you don’t have hair; How you were such a prude in high school; How you used to be called ‘The Ice Queen’; How they guessed you had a nice body but nothing like this; How much plastic work you may have had done; What kind of kinky sex you are into. There’s quite a bit of discussion about your sexual prowess, actually. That’s all I hear wherever I go in the room.?

?Well, thank you for sharing, Mistress.?

When the waitress moved on, her space was taken by two women. They are twins; Helen and Hope. ?Hi Stephanie, do you remember us???

?Of course, I do, Hope. It is nice to see you. Do you remember Sharee, now odalisque??

Helen suggested, ?I thought, if it was Stephanie, it must be Sharee, but, my, ‘The Ice Queen’ has morphed a tad.?

?Oh my gawd, i had no idea everyone called me ‘The Ice Queen’; how embarrassing. Don’t tell me you two called me ‘The Ice Queen’, too??

?No, actually we didn’t, but it was pretty universal on campus.? Hope’s smile suggested no malevolence. ?To be honest, I thought the label ‘Ice Queen’ was less hurtful than the ‘little girl’ cracks. It wasn’t your fault you were bright and they made you skip a couple grades.?

Helen was very blatantly staring at the rings in slave’s nipples and the one through slave’s nose. ?One of the guys said he thinks you are some kind of sex slave or something. Do you go out decked out like this often??

As part of slave’s usual response to that sort of question, i slid a wrist cuff up to display a snow white band of skin under the cuff. ?The collar and cuffs are always on, and the rings are always in. The dress is less customary, i am most often naked; certainly in Master’s home, car and a good many other places.

Hope and Helen didn’t say anything, they didn’t have to. The looks on their faces said it all.

Suddenly two men approached the table. Helen looked and said, ?Oh, Honey this is Stephanie and Sha?I’m sorry, it isn’t any more is it; It’s odalisque??

?Yes Mistress Helen, thank you.?

?Well, odalisque, this is my husband Vince and Hope’s husband Greg.?

?Hello Vince Sir, and Greg Sir. i would like you to meet slave’s Master, Steven, and this is Stephanie and her  fianc?e Scott.?

The men shook hands warmly and Vince offered Master some kind words of His good fortune to ?have? me, about whom he had already heard a great deal this evening.

After a few more words, Master put down His glass and excused Himself to use the restroom.

As soon as Master was beyond hearing, Greg said to no one, and everyone, ?Cripes, do you know who that is??

Even Scott and Steph looked sort of bemused, so i offered, ?Besides being slave’s Master?? and i smiled.

?With all due respect odalisque, being your Master would be recognition enough for most any man, but Steven is one of the most respected PR/branding and motivational minds in the country.? Greg sounded thoroughly impressed.

?I have also heard about you odalisque, before tonight, but I confess what I’ve heard does not begin to do you justice.?

i could feel the blood rising to slave’s cheeks. ?Would it be naughty to ask what you have heard about me, Greg Sir??

?Well, o, it rather depends on the source; Some say you are an integral part of Steven’s success; While others say that only he could have the uh-m, well, the temerity to show you off where, when, and how he does.?

Greg was adding some additional accolades for Master when He returned to O/our table.

?Master, i think that Greg is a fan of yours??

?Very much so, Sir. I am a Junior Partner at Baxter, Choi and Best, in Denver. We follow your work with the greatest respect. I must confess that we always thought your relationship with odalisque to be a little, um, quirky, but now, having met her, I can better appreciate it.?

?Well, Greg, it’s very nice to meet you. I confess to being a little tired tonight, but I hope we will have an opportunity to compare notes a little tomorrow night.?

The foursome excused themselves and melted into the crowd.

?Gee, Steven, I didn’t realize you were such a super star.? Steph sounded thoroughly impressed herself.

?Some people are more easily impressed than others, Stephanie.? Master said with a smile.

The first server returned. This time she was offering small pastry puffs filled with spicy cheese. ?I guess you know the whole room is buzzing about you Miss.? She said as she proffered the tray.

Master smiled, ?She often has that affect in a room.?

?I bet she does. Does she always dress this way??

?When she is dressed, it is usually as you see her, yes.?

?Totally awesome. Are you going to be at the dinner tomorrow night??

?Yes, we will be there, will you be serving??

?Yes Sir, I look forward to seeing you both.? She moved on to offer her puffs to others.

After another thirty, or forty-five minutes, Master said that He had had enough, and was going back to the suite.

Out of nowhere Hope reappeared and whispered in slave’s ear, ?I hope we can talk a little tomorrow, okay??

?With Master’s approval, i will look forward to that Hope.?

W/we made O/our way toward the doors to the lobby. Suddenly, a woman seemed to just appear before U/us.

?Oh, Sharee you look divine.? With that she took slave’s head in her hands and kissed me full on the lips. i let her kiss me, and then i felt her tongue separating slave’s lips. i grabbed her shoulders and gently pushed her back and looked at her name tag. ?Mistress, slave’s name is ‘odalisque’.?

?Do you remember me, Sha? um, odalisque??

?Of course i remember you Mistress Monica. You look wonderful??

?And you look good enough to eat, and I do mean??

?Yes, i’m sure you do, Mistress Monica. Mistress Monica, this is slave’s Master, Steven.? i put a bit of emphasis on the title ‘Master’, lest she mistakenly think i might be in the market for a Mistress.

Monica offered her hand to Master who shook it and told Monica it was a pleasure to meet her.

Master moved His left arm around slave so the His left hand could cup slave’s left breat. Monica watched and then just stared fixedly.

?Oh, my gawd, you’ve come a long way since LLHS, but then I guess we’ve all opened and closed a few closet doors. I would love to sit and chitchat a little. Are you coming tomorrow, well, of course you are, why would you just come tonight? Can we talk then??

i turned to look at Master, and He said He was sure there would be time.

As W/we continued toward the doors Steph said, ?Gee, I wonder what Monica would like to ‘chitchat’ about tomorrow? Do you suppose it has anything to do with the effect of global warming on ‘Ice Queens’? I didn’t know Monica was a lesbian did you, o??

?No, i didn’t know, but i had considered the possibility.?

Before W/we reached the doors a group of three women stopped U/us. ?Do you remember me Sharee?? It was the short, plump redhead who spoke.

?Mistress, slave’s name is ‘odalisque’ and i do remember you Mistress Brittany. It is nice to see you again.?

?What the fuck happened to you? I thought you were going to some hot-shit Ivy League school on an academic scholarship?? Brittany did not introduce the other two women whom i did not recognize. The two women who were not speaking were staring at Master’s hand cupping and caressing slave’s breast. ?Did you get into drugs or something??

?I did go to an Ivy League school, graduated, and got slave’s MBA across the Bay, actually. What happened is i met Steven, slave’s Master.

?You have got to be freakin’ kiddin’. You just pissed away a career to go strutting around practically naked like some pole dancer. What the fuck, woman? You had a little enhancing done too I see, and so can everyone else.?

Steph jumped in, ?If you’re talking about o’s body it is totally natural.?

?Yeah, well there’s one way to check?? and Brittany reached her right hand toward slave’s right breast.

i stepped back and Steph caught her wrist saying, ?Brit, what the hell do you??

Master released slave’s left breast and said, ?That’s alright Stephanie. Brittany feel free to make your test.?

i took the step forward to the position i was in before. Brittany reached out and squeezed slave’s breast, rather hard, actually.

Stephanie looked like she was watching a tennis match on fast forward; She looked at slave’s face and then at Master’s and then at Brittany’s and then slave’s and so on.

?Daaamn, they are real.? But Brittany did not remove her hand.

?Now, Brittany if you will release o’s breast, we will say good night, Ladies.?

Brittany dropped her hand from slave’s breast. Master put His arm around me, cupped slave’s left breast in His left hand, and guided me toward the door.

The women just stood back and gawked, slack-jawed.

At the door Master told Steph and Scott if they wanted to stay and party they were welcome to, but they said they were ready to go back to the suite also.

W/we walked the short distance to the elevator, Scott pushed the ?up? button and W/we waited.

When the elevator doors opened Master guided me into the car and said, ?Strip o.?

Stephanie and Scott have seen me naked more than a few times, even today, but it is still a little difficult to just stand and strip in front of them, or anyone else, other than Master. Still, before the doors closed i was naked in the elevator. i handed the dress to Master.

When the elevator doors opened on O/our floor, W/we walked down the corridor to O/our suite. In the suite Master poured sparkling wine for U/us (beer for Scott) and Stephanie began, ?Oh, m’gawd, o, that was so great. Those people are probably down there talking about nothing but you. Maybe I should have stayed to hear what they are saying. I know Hope and Helen were shocked. And Ray and Mark probably just want to jump off one of those bridges for letting you get away. And Monica, did you ever do anything to encourage that? Was her tongue in your mouth, it looked like her tongue was in??

?Whoa, Stephie you’re talking like a Valley Girl on steroids. Give o a chance to answer.? Scott was talking and laughing at the same time.

?Wow, I’m sorry, o.?

?That’s okay Mistress Steph. i’m sure they are talking about all sorts of people who have changed, and how and why; Maybe not quite as radically as i, but just as interestingly, i’m sure.

?As for Mistress Monica, i confess that took me by surprise. i don’t recall ever doing, or saying, anything that would have invited that, and if i did, it would have been years and years ago. And, yes, her tongue was definitely headed for the back of slave’s throat.?

?And what did it feel like to have to stand there and let Brittany feel you up??

?Mistress Steph, do people still say ‘feel you up’? Anyway, it was a little bit difficult. Fortunately, W/we weren’t in the middle of the room or something. But it didn’t come as a total surprise; Master has done that before??

?Steven has let people feel your tits before? Oh?my?gawd??

?Yes, Mistress, and with the same purpose.?

After some more chatter, Master poured Himself a glass of port and announced that He was going to bed, and would expect me in an hour or less.

Steph sat down and i sat next to her, ?Scotty why don’t you go in our bedroom, I’m sure they have ESPN on the tube there.?

When he left, Steph almost whispered, ?Well, what’s it like. You were blowing a lot of minds down there.?

?Oh, Mistress Steph, you make way too much of it. They all came over to see you, i just happened to be there, too.

?i will confess that i didn’t realize how prevalent ‘The Ice Queen’ thing was. i guess i thought it was just Ray and Mark, but even Hope and Helen knew it, even if they say they didn’t use it.?

?If you think they didn’t want to know all about you, just wait ‘til tomorrow, I bet you will be answering questions all night.? Steph’s enthus-iasm was palpable.

?Watching Brittany squeezing your breast was really hot. Who do you most hope to see tomorrow; or most hope not to see??

?Oh, gee Mistress Steph, i don’t know. i guess i don’t care to avoid anyone. Well, actually, i guess i have to admit if i could avoid seeing Rochelle, Shelly and Marilyn, that would be okay. They were always harassing me about being a little girl playing with the big girls. Shelly wasn’t so bad, i kind of liked her, but the other two??

Stephanie said she didn’t see Rochelle and her gang. i wasn’t disappointed about missing Rochelle.

?Does Steven have plans for you tomorrow during the day??

?i don’t know Steph. i think He is going to discuss it with you, and Scott in the morning, and see if you have any ideas.?

W/we conversed a little more and then i went in and joined Master. i wrote in slave’s journal, and oiled and powdered Master’s fabulous cock. i went to sleep with Master’s huge cock in slave’s mouth.

Saturday

Saturday morning began with a shower with Master. Then W/we joined Steph and Scott, and had breakfast in our room at the table by the window overlooking the bay.

Steph is such a doll; when the server knocked on the door, Steph said ?o, can you help me in here for a minute, please.? and went into her bedroom.

i looked at Master and He nodded okay. i knew that Master knew she was just trying to get slave’s naked body out of view of the server, but He let it go. Not that i was actually significantly more naked this morning than last night at the cocktail party, but last night i was wearing something.

When the server left, Steph walked back into the sitting room and thanked me for my help (having done nothing).

When W/we were finishing O/our coffees Master instructed me to take Scott into the bedroom for a couple of minutes. Master told me later that He used that time to tell Stephanie that she was not to shield slave’s body from view in any way, including asking for slave’s help in another room.

After breakfast W/we talked about what W/we wanted to do with the day. The reunion committee had a couple of ?touristy? things W/we could do, but W/we agreed W/we would rather stay by O/ourselves during the day.

Steph suggested that the University has a wonderful art museum and it was in walking distance. A long walk, but W/we all like to walk. W/we agreed that would be O/our day.

Master put out a dark blue top that has a crew collar neckline which fits around the bottom of slave’s collar, it has long sleeves that come just to slave’s wrist cuffs and the bottom of the top hangs loosely not quit to the base of slave’s breasts. The roundness of the bottom of slave’s breasts is quite plainly visible and, of course, the material of the top is very light and sheer.

The dark blue skirt is full-length from slave’s waist to ankles. It is held up by a draw string at slave’s waist. This material is also ethereal, like the top.

Slave’s shoes were the blue mules from the previous evening.

Stephanie dressed in a silk running suit and the men wore casual slacks and sport shirts. All three were wearing trainers.

When W/we left the hotel/spa, W/we definitely attracted some attention. i could feel the cool air on slave’s body, most conspicuously at the bottom of slave’s breasts. It made slave’s always erect nipples even harder.

It was quite obvious that everyone W/we passed was aware of what slave was, and was not, wearing, read underwear. Master and Scott seemed oblivious to slave’s discomfiture as W/we walked through the University town. Stephanie, on the other hand, was studying me, and the passersby, as if we were biology specimens.

Because of the world class University, this is a town that has seen most everything. i wasn’t expecting to get a lecture from any little old ladies on the sidewalk (most little old ladies here were probably former hippies, or not even former), but i still wasn’t comfortable flaunting slave’s all-but nakedness to one and all.

W/we walked and talked, and i would become a little more comfortable with slave’s attire. Then someone would walk by and i would hear them comment on slave’s nipple rings or hairless sex, and i would be reminded just how very much ?on display? i was. And if i didn’t hear them, Steph would fill me in.

After about 50 minutes walking W/we arrived at the museum. Master went to the ticket window with me on His arm. The ticket clerk’s eyes zeroed in on slave’s body well before W/we got to the window. She was undoubtedly a student, and she seemed only slightly scandalized by slave’s appearance.

Master gave her a hundred dollar bill and asked for four tickets. She hardly took her eyes off slave’s body while she handed Master the four tickets and His change. ?You are incredibly exotic, Miss.?

?Thank you, Mistress.?

She unashamedly read the tattoo on slave’s thigh, ?’Steven’s odalisque’ is that French, the ‘odalisque’, I mean??

The question caused a blush on two levels. i needed to explain that i am Steven’s slave and it was obvious that she could read the tattoo quite easily through slave’s dress. ?Yes Mistress, it means ‘slave’.?

?I thought so, wow, that is incredible, you are incredible.?

?Thank you Mistress? i think.?

W/we turned to rejoin Steph and Scott when suddenly Master stopped, counted the change, and laughed. ?I could live for free by just keeping you on my arm, o.?

W/we returned to the ticket window. ?I’m afraid you gave me a hundred dollars change for my hundred dollar bill, Miss.?

Her face went instantly scarlet. ?Oh? my? g-a-w-d, I’m so sorry, I guess I was sorta distracted by your, your, uh??

?slave?? i tried to help her out.

?Yes, s?s?sla?uh yes. Thank you for being so honest, Sir.?

Master gave her the exact amount from the smaller bills He had received as change. ?That should make it easier.?

?Thank you. Thank you Sir. I might have lost my job for a mistake that big. She really is your sla?um, sla...ave??

?Yes, she really is.?

?Get out of town! You see a lot a shit around this town, but I’ve never seen anything like her.?

?Well now you have seen a real, live sex slave. Not nearly as outrageous as you might have thought, is she??

?Actually, whoa, I’m not so sure. I don’t think I will really be able to digest it for awhile. Enjoy the museum. Hey, didn’t that one hurt a lot?? she asked pointing to her own nose to identify the ring through slave’s nose.

The way she asked it brought another little blush to slave’s cheeks. She obviously noticed the ring through slave’s nose, and she said ?that one? indicating she had seen the rings through slave’s nipples, as well. ?More than i can say, Mistress.?

Master thanked her and W/we returned to Steph and Scott.

Scott kind of whispered to Master, ?What was that all about??

?I guess o flustered the clerk a little. She gave me all my money back as change.?

Scott laughed. ?Yeah, that’s not too hard to imagine.?

W/we went into the museum.

The museum is very cold feeling, all exposed concrete, with ramps like the Guggenheim in New York, but this one isn’t round like Frank Lloyd Wright’s. The art was quite different and interesting.

W/we spent over two hours looking at the art and photographs and then went into the gift shop. It isn’t a gift shop in the sense of souvenirs, but more books about art, prints of paintings and that sort of thing. There were a couple of other browsers and two saleswomen.

I saw a book of paintings by Dali. i am kind of a fan, so i reached up to take it down. When i reached up the bottom of slave’s top slid up over slave’s nipples and, because the material is so light, it did not fall back down. The hem simply rested on the top of slave’s breasts above slave’s nipples.

Master does not allow me to adjust slave’s clothing. So I turned to face Master, and said, rather quietly, ?Master??

By the smile on His face i knew that He recognized the problem. He said in a full voice, ?Yes, o??

?Master, please.?

Master did not give me permission to adjust the top, but He slowly put down the piece He was admiring and stepped past the other two people over to me and slowly pulled the top over slave’s nipples, allowing His hands to caress them as He did so. As He was doing this, i saw that the whole scene was being closely monitored by the two women behind the counter; And, of course, Stephanie, Scott and the other couple.

When i had finished looking through the book, i closed it. One of the clerks came very quickly over and asked if she could replace it on the shelf for me. She said, ?You have to be a little careful whilst wearing that top don’t you, m’dear??

?Yes, Mistress, and i thank you very much for your assistance.?

?It is my pleasure, young lady. You seem to be scrupulously enslaved. Are you a student at University.?

?No, Mistress, i went to school on the east coast to get away from home. But then ‘home’ moved to Florida, and i love this area too much to stay away. i got slave’s MBA across the Bay.?

?Well, we shan’t hold that against you.? we chuckled.

?Thank you again for your help.?

After the museum, W/we went to a little coffee house a block or two away. W/we each had a coffee and a small sandwich and sat at a table on the sidewalk outside.

The table was tall and the stools were like bar stools. Sitting in the transparent top and skirt in the bright sun i might as well have been naked; a fact that did not seem to be missed by anyone who walked by.

Those who approached from the rear made a point of turning to see if i was as fully displayed from the front as the back. They did not seem disappointed. Some actually continued to walk backwards for some distance, ogling.

i found slave watching people approaching and i watched where their eyes started and where they were looking by the time they passed U/us. The women usually finished looking into slave’s eyes; the men invariably finished staring at slave’s ringed nipples.

I don’t think i would have felt much more exposed if i was sitting at the table completely naked. The stress must have shown because Stephanie whispered, ?Are you okay, o??

?Oh, sure, Mistress Steph, just fine.? I lied.

Ultimately, W/we finished O/our lunch and headed back to the hotel/spa. The walk back was much like the walk in the morning. i was very much the center of attention.

Back at Master’s suite i got undressed and W/we all relaxed with a glass of sparkling wine (beer for Scott).

As six o’clock approached, Master and i showered. Then He put out the dress i was to wear. It is a black tube dress of stretch nylon. It fits tight to slave’s every curve and it is effectively transparent. At the top is a two or three inch strip of elastic lace that fits across the top of slave’s breasts, and under slave’s arms. The rest is fine fishnet stretch nylon down to four or five inches below slave’s plucked pubic mound. It couldn’t fit any tighter if it was paint, and it couldn’t hide any less if it was cellophane.

Master added a pair of black six-inch high stiletto heels.

Stephanie wore a deep-red mini dress with a scoop neck that showed quite a bit of cleavage and matching red stiletto heels. She looked fantastic.

Master and Scott wore suits and ties.

A few minutes after six W/we went to the elevator and down to the lobby.

The woman from last night was at her desk. When W/we approached she asked, ?Do you still have your name tags?? W/we affirmed that W/we did and she said ?We will be in the ballroom tonight; it is down and to your right.  It is open seating.?

Master thanked her and led me toward the ballroom with Scott and Stephanie.

When W/we walked through the doors, the server from the night before all but ran up to U/us. ?I took the liberty of saving four chairs at this table. I hope that is alright, this table is one of mine.?

?Delighted,? Master looked at her name tag ?Danielle, thank you for watching out for us.?

Danielle looked me up and down. ?Oh, my gawd, that dress is sooooo sexy and you look just breathtaking.?

?Thank you Mistress Danielle.?

Danielle asked if W/we wanted to start with a bottle of wine, Master said W/we did. Danielle said she knew the bartender and would get a really nice Merlot if that would be okay. Master said it would, but with a pint of beer, for Scott.

Danielle said she has worked reunions and such before and if W/we wanted O/our pictures taken W/we might want to get over to the photographer soon because, usually, the line gets pretty long after awhile.

W/we went to the balcony where the photographer was set up. She had it arranged so the skyline of the City was the back drop.

Master asked if W/we could have a picture of all four of U/us. She said of course. Then she sort of whispered to me that with the back-lighting and flash and all, slave’s dress might photograph quite transparent.

Master overheard and said that would be okay, but He wanted to be sure that she understood that only the four of U/us were to have prints. The photographer looked a little puzzled but assured Master that only four prints would by available.

She posed U/us the way she thought best, but Master didn’t like the position of slave’s arm because it covered one of slave’s breasts. With a minor adjustment (slave’s hand on Master’s left leg, on His cock, instead of on His chest) the photographer took the photo and invited U/us to check the purchase rack in 15 to 20 minutes.

Danielle met U/us at O/our table with the beer and wine, and said that there were people in the bar making bets on what i would be wearing tonight.

?How can that be, Danielle?? i didn’t know how that might work.

?They are betting on full-length or mini, low-cut or see-thru, will you be wearing your cuffs and rings; High heels or boots; Just about anything you can imagine. I even heard a guy bet he could get you to fu? uh sleep with him??

?Well, there is one loser, unless, of course, you say to, Master.?

Master looked at me and smiled, ?He loses.?

W/we went back to the photographer’s corner after about fifteen minutes and found O/our photos among the twenty or so displayed. It was a photo of three well dressed people standing with a totally nude woman. There was some hint of a dress, mostly the strip of lace across slave’s chest, but it hid absolutely nothing of slave’s body, rings or tattoo.

When Master said He wanted all four prints, the photographer admitted, ?When you said that you wanted assurance that only four prints would be available, I wasn’t really sure what you had in mind. But after I saw the print, and put it on display, I got it. I must have had a dozen offers for prints of that photo; no, don’t worry, you have the only four prints and I deleted the image. I must admit there were a couple of tempting offers.

Master smiled and gave her more than the price of the photos.

Back at O/our table, Danielle was very attentive and very sweet. She would come by periodically and tell me the latest ?gossip? about me in the room. She asked to see the photograph, and then she, too, asked if she could buy one. Master very courteously explained why she could not.

After some time Danielle asked what W/we had decided on for dinner (W/we had three choices). She asked Stephanie, who ordered the prime rib and then she asked me and Master said that i would have just the salad.

Danielle looked at me and said, ?It’s all included, you might as well have it all.?

Master said, ?The salad will be just fine, thank you, Danielle.?

Danielle stared at me and half whispered, ?Oh,? my? gawd? it isn’t up to you, is it. He is ordering for you. Oh, that is so scorchin’ hot.? i smiled and nodded affirmatively.

After the entrees were served the MC went to the bandstand and asked for O/our attention. The MC for the evening was the senior class president.

He said, ?Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the LLHS reunion. i hope that you have had a chance to mingle a little and reintroduce yourselves, but to be sure that everyone knows who is here tonight, we will start at this table. Will the alum please stand and state your name at graduation and tonight, if it has changed, and then introduce the person with you tonight, if any. Let’s start with Leanne, please?

The MC walked over and handed the microphone to Leanne who stood, and said ?My name at graduation was Leanne Lewis, I am now Leanne Contrell and this is my husband Jim.?

They finished at that table, and went to the next. i was trying to decide how i was going to be able to make slave’s introduction. i couldn’t think of any acceptable way other than a straightforward statement. So when they came to O/our table Stephanie stood and said ?My name was Stephanie Stoddard and it still is, and this is my fianc?e Scott.?

i only barely heard Steph because i was still thinking what i might say.

As Stephanie sat, i stood, sort of. i had to lean a little against the table and push slave up with slave’s arms, as slave’s legs were weak and shaking. i said, ?slave’s name was Sharee White, it is now odalisque, and this is slave’s Master, Steven.? i sat down or, more accurately, collapsed into slave’s chair.

i handed the microphone to Larry Palmer, who had to wait a bit for the room to quite back down. There was a great deal of conversation and laughter. i don’t know if they thought i was kidding, or it was nervous, or derisive, laughter, but it lasted for some time.

Finally, Larry was able to introduce himself and his wife Jean.

After the introductions were complete, two women came over to O/our table. i recognized them as Jan and Gretchen. When they stopped at the table Master rose and i introduced Him, ?Master, this is Mistress Jan and Mistress Gretchen, this is slave’s Master, Steven.? Master shook hands with each.

?Oh, dear god, you weren’t kidding. I mean, we thought you were joking, but now that I can see you, and I mean I can see you?? Jan just sort of let the sentence fade away.

?No Mistress Jan, i was not kidding.?

?But you were Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes.? Gretchen’s voice emphasized her amazement. ?And now you’re a?a??

?A slave?? i didn’t think that was really the word she was groping for, but i like it so much better than ?slut?.

?How in god’s name did you go from ‘The Ice Queen’ to? to? to this??

?How did you go from Gretchen Gordon to Gretchen Pastrokova, Mistress??

?I fell in love and got married, but??

?Well, Mistress Gretchen, i fell in love and got enslaved.?

Apparently deciding that they were not going to be able to understand, they just turned and left.

There were a number of similar encounters at the table, on the dance floor and at the bar. In each case i had the impression that it was not so much who i am now that shocked them, as who i was before, and the unfathomable difference between the two.

i danced with Master a few times and His hands made love to slave’s body as W/we moved. Then i danced with Scott once. Scott is always so cute the few times we have danced. He holds me as if i am some sort of very delicate, very valuable porcelain doll; someone else’s valuable porcelain doll.

When the band took a break, Larry excused himself, and his wife moved over to sit next to me.

?Do you do this often, or is this just to freak out your old classmates? Larry said you were, are, i guess, quite a bit younger then most of them.?

?Yes, Mistress, i am two or three years younger than the class generally, but this is not a stunt. This is slave’s life.? i did slave’s standard demonstration of sliding a cuff up from slave’s wrist to display the ivory white skin under it. ?i can’t imagine going through the pain of having slave’s septum pierced for a one-night joke.?

By the time Larry returned, Jean had asked another half dozen questions, but i’m not sure she really understood a single answer.

The band returned and men actually lined up at the table to ask me to dance. It was pretty embarrassing, really. Each time one asked i would turn to Master, ?May i, Master??

He always said yes, and then the first thing the man would say as we stepped onto the dance floor was ?Do you always have to ask his permission?? or something along those lines.

A man named Randall, not an alum, asked ?Do you have to ask him for permission to take a shit, too?? i didn’t go another step with him, but pivoted and returned to Master. i explained to Master and He supported slave’s decision.

Mark asked me to dance and when we finished he took me to his table to introduce me to his wife.

She was attractive in a middle aged sort of way. She was dressed quite conservatively, i mean compared to the rest of the guests, not just compared to me. She seemed very conventional. i couldn’t help wondering if she smoked dope and drank beer when they met.

?Vickie this is odalisque; odalisque, Vickie.?

?Hello Mistress Vickie.?

?Hello odalisque. You have a very beautiful body that is the talk of the reunion, but i’m sure that that is what you intended. I can’t say that i approve, but i suspect you are accustomed to censure.?

?Not as accustomed as you might think, Mistress Vickie. The way i dress, as with everything else i do, is for Master’s pleasure. He does get pleasure from looking at slave’s body and showing it to others. Frankly, Mistress, i enjoy the way Master loves to look at slave’s body, and i am proud that He thinks it worthy of display.?

?Oh, honestly, Mark, how could you??

i was at a loss to know what Mark had done. After we finished exchanging a few more ?pleasantries?, Ray asked if he could have the next dance. Master wasn’t there to ask, so i just said yes.

We went to the dance floor and it was obvious that Ray had had more than a couple of beers. It was a slow dance so Ray put his right arm around me with his hand on slave’s back. But in no time his hand had worked its way to slave’s side and then to slave’s breast.

i stopped dancing and stepped back.

?No, Ray Sir, Master’s directive is to display slave’s body, but Master is the only one who gets to play with it. You can ask Master for permission, but you don’t touch without Master’s consent.?

?Shcwew you un’ your ‘Mashter’ too.? Ray slurred.

?i think your chances are about equal on both counts, Ray Sir.?

i returned to Master’s table.

It was getting near to midnight and i finished slave’s wine, and asked Master if i could go to the ladies’ room (i guess that would have answered Randall’s coarsely phrased question).

As i walked the length of the ballroom i felt like a model on the runway, or a condemned woman walking to the gallows, i wasn’t sure which. Every eye seemed to be on me. As sometimes happens, i found that i had to actually concentrate on walking to keep from crumpling to the floor.

i wasn’t in the bathroom much more than a minute when in walked Shelly, Rochelle and Marilyn. i knew they were at the reunion because of the round of introductions.

?Well, if it isn’t ‘The Ice Queen’?? Rochelle took the lead as she always did. ?That’s a nice dress, Fredrick’s of Hollywood??

?No, Mistress Rochelle, Master has slave’s clothes made by a seamstress in The City.?

?It looks awesome and fits pretty tight, think it would fit me?? It was Shelly who is pretty close to slave’s size. i remembered Shelly as the nicest of the trio.

?It would probably look stunning on you, Mistress Shelly.?

?Can i try it on??

You probably aren’t going to believe this, i hardly do myself as i am writing, but i said ?Okay.? and slipped the stretchy lace band up over slave’s head and removed the dress and handed it to Shelly.

Maybe i can attribute some of slave’s stupidity to too much wine.

No sooner had i let go of the dress then i knew i had made a serious mistake.

?You know, for all the rings and tats and shit, you haven’t really changed a bit; book smart, but just plain street stupid. Come on girls let’s go.? Rochelle turned and walked toward the door and the other two followed; Shelly carrying slave’s dress.

i didn’t even try to stop them. i just stood and watched as they walked out.

i did what i went in to do, and then sat and considered what i should do next.

i didn’t have a lot of options: i could wait until someone came in and hopefully they would have a coat, or something i could barrow. This wasn’t a very good choice for a couple of reasons. First, most of the women were simply wearing evening gowns. Second, if i walked out with something covering slave’s body Master would be very upset, regardless of the reason.

A second option: i could just walk out into the ballroom stark naked and rejoin Master at the table. i didn’t really like that option for reasons that are probably obvious.

Another option, i could just hang out in the ladies’ room until the party ended and then make slave’s way back to Master. At the moment, in slave’s admittedly fragile state of mind, this one seemed the best of the three.

i was trying to come up with a fourth alternative when Stephanie, wonderful Stephanie, walked in.

?Oh, Mistress Steph, i am so glad to see you. i’ve done??

?I hate to sound like one of those people you tell me about, o, but, you’re naked.?

?Yes, Mistress, i’ve done something unbelievably stupid. i gave slave’s dress to Shelly, and they just walked out with it.?

?Cheeze, o, I knew when I saw those three follow you in here that something not good was bound to come of it. But I can’t believe you just took off your dress and handed it to them.? Stephanie sounded like an older sister disappointed in her younger sibling.

?i know, but it was Shelly who asked if she could try it on, and i used to rather like her, kind of. But i guess i forgot that she was first, and foremost, one of Rochelle’s gang.?

?Well, o, what do you want me to do??

?Oh, Steph, i guess all i can ask is that you tell Master and see what He wants me to do.?

?Alright, o, but I don’t think He’s gunna be real thrilled about this.? Steph’s voice was thick with concern.

Steph told me later that she went back to Master’s table, explained the situation, and Master just laughed, long and hard. He asked Steph to point out Shelly, and then gave Steph the leash He so often has in His pocket.

While Steph was gone, a couple of women i didn’t recognize came in. When they saw me standing naked, one of them said, ?Well, I guess it doesn’t make all that much difference, does it??

While the two women were in the stalls Stephanie came back.

?Was Master terribly angry, Mistress Stephanie??

She was almost giggling, ?No, in fact he just laughed, really hard.?

One of the women flushed the toilet and Steph seemed to jump a foot off the floor. ?Oh, shit, I didn’t know we weren’t alone.?

The women came out of the stalls and washed their hands.

?What does Master want me to do, Mistress Steph??

?I’m supposed to attach His leash to your collar and then wait for Him to knock on the bathroom door. When He does, I am to lead you to the door and hand Him the leash. He didn’t say what comes next.?

One of the women said to the other, ?I’ve got to see this, and I think we have the best view in the house from right here.?

Slave’s heart was beating so hard i thought it was Master knocking on the door. Shortly, He did knock. Steph led me to the door, opened it, and handed Master His end of the leash.

Now i was standing, naked, in the open doorway with Steph and the other two women right behind me.

Master pulled on the leash and led me out and to the next door; the one marked ?Men?. He led me into the room and told me to lean with slave’s hands on the mirror behind the washbasins.

In the mirror i could see Master removing His belt. Slave’s eyes began to tear.

Master asked ?Do you know why you are going to be whipped o??

?Yes, Master, because i did something really stupid.?

?Well, in a way, but i want you to remember that because of who, and what you are, you are vulnerable. You must be more aware of other people’s motives. Do you understand o??

?Yes, Master.?

?Now you will thank me for each stroke.? That was good news. If Master is going to whip me a lot He only has me thank him on every fifth stroke.

i watched, in the mirror, the tear-blurred image of Master swinging His belt forward and felt the searing sting as it struck slave’s right ass cheek.

?One. Thank you Master?

i could hardly make out Master’s reflection through slave’s tears now, but i felt the belt on slave’s left ass cheek.

Two. Thank you Master.?

The next stroke scorched slave’s right ass cheek just below the first stroke. i felt slave’s knees give but i kept slave’s balance. In spite of the pain, i couldn’t help thinking, ?What if someone walks in on U/us??

?Three. Thank you Master.?

i could not see much of anything through the tears now, but i felt Master’s belt slice across slave’s left ass cheek just below the other one on that side.

?Four. Th?thank...you?Master.?

i could feel slave’s whole body shaking as the next stroke bit across the full width of slave’s ass.

?Five. Tha?thank?thank? you?Ma?Ma?Master.?

i was tensing for the next stroke but it never come.

?That will do, o. Rinse and dry your face.?

When i did, He took the leash back in His hand and led me to the door. He led me out and started to fasten slave’s wrists behind slave’s back, but changed His mind.

Master knows me so well. He knows that often i find it easier to have slave’s wrists secured than to have slave’s hands free. With slave’s hands free, i have to resist the normal temptation to cover slave’s nakedness. It isn’t that it’s so hard to do, but it keeps slave’s nakedness that much more in slave’s mind. Not that i am ever about to forget it. It also acts as a statement that i am naked for Master without reservation or restraint.

Steph and the other two women were standing waiting. Two men had joined them. They looked as if they were staring at a train crash. I could feel slave’s legs going all gooey and slave’s heart was pounding like a drum. Slave’s breaths were shallow and quick. I was getting dizzy and felt as if i might pass out.

Master led me out of the restroom. As W/we walked into the ballroom proper, at first you could have heard a pin drop on a pillow, and then it seemed to explode with conversation.

i am sure Master walked at a normal pace but it seemed to me that every step i took advanced me not at all; as if i was doing Michael Jackson’s moon walk. It seemed to take hours to walk past each table as i watched the people’s eyes drilling into slave’s naked body in disbelief.

i could hear some words, like ?welts?, ?beating?, of course ?slut?, ?incredible?, ?unbelievable?, ?how could she? and others i don’t remember now. i wanted to just crawl under the nearest table and die.

As Master walked me toward Rochelle’s table He stopped and turned to Steph. ?Stephanie, o and I will be going back to the room. You are more than welcome, but please don’t feel any necessity to join us, stay and party, if you like.? Having said that He turned and pulled the leash toward the table where the three evil witches sat.

?Are you kiddin’. I’m right behind you Steven.? Steph did stay right behind U/us and Scott also joined U/us.

Even without slave’s wrists linked behind slave’s back, i felt as if i was thrusting slave’s breasts out for inspection, and there were many willing inspectors in the ballroom.

As W/we approached, i saw that everyone at Rochelle’s table was staring at U/us and they all seemed to be talking at once. Unlike some in the room, none of them was laughing, rather, they seemed mesmerized.

Master led me so that i was standing in front of Shelly. All three women were staring, with mouths open, at slave’s naked body and the red, turning purple, welts on slave’s ass. The men’s expressions seemed more appreciative than shocked.

Steph’s Scott is not a cop, but he looks like one. He looks like the detective in the movies who walks into a bar and everyone knows instantly that he is a ?flatfoot? or ?gumshoe? or whatever.

In fact Scott is an accountant, oh, I do that all the time, Sorry Scott. He is a CPA.

Anyway, Master had arranged for Scott to follow U/us and stop at the table and put a card down in front of Shelly. He said, ?You will return the stolen dress to this room tonight, please.?

Shelly did not at first respond and then, ?Uh, yeah, oh yeah, we were gunna give it back, it was jus’ sorta a joke, you know. Like, for ol’ times.?

She reached under the table, retrieved slave’s dress and tried to hand it to Scott.

?We really didn’t mean any harm, honest.?

?No harm’s been done when you return the dress to that room.? Scott said tapping the card with ?room 612? written on it.

Right, Scott, ‘no harm’s been done’. i’m standing, naked and leashed, in the middle of a room filled with 300, or so, people. i was feeling about to faint or vomit, i wasn’t sure which, and wished i could crawl under the carpet, but no harm was done.

Scott did not accept the dress. Instead, he pointed to the card he left and said ?Room 612?, and then turned toward the doors to the elevator.

Master paused at the table just long enough for me to take that in, then He pulled on the leash and led me away. Slave’s eyes were so full of tears i did not see Him move so i didn’t move until the leash became taut and i was jerked toward Him very nearly falling down.

i almost wished i did fall so that i could quickly crawl under the nearest table.

Either the noise level in the ballroom was enormous or slave’s senses were heightened, or probably both. i could not really make out what was being said, but it sounded as if everyone in the room was yelling in slave’s ears.

i remember W/we stopped a couple of times on O/our way to the doors to talk to people; Hope, her twin sister and that PR-guy husband, among others.

After what seemed to be a weekend, W/we reached the doors and Master opened them. i was out of that oppressive, suffocating ballroom, but now i was leashed and naked in the hotel/spa lobby.

Fortunately it was past midnight and only the desk staff was there; a man and a woman who simply stared as W/we walked past them to the elevator doors. Master pushed the ?up? button.

The elevator doors opened and W/we stepped in. Scott had joined U/us.

On O/our floor W/we walked down the hall in silence and Master opened the door to the suite.

Inside, i asked Master if i could lie down. He said yes and i just collapsed onto the couch in the sitting room. Incredibly, i had put the whipping toward the back of slave’s mind but it came back to the front as slave’s ass hit the couch. i let out a not-too-quiet scream. Slave’s breathing was still rapid and shallow but i was getting it under control.

Even Steph didn’t speak but just sat and stared at me.

It couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes when there was a knock on the door. i looked at Master and He indicated that i should go open the door.

As usually happens, slave’s mind raced with all the bad things that might be on the other side of the door; the management come to kick U/us out, the police to arrest U/us, Satan to take me straight away to hell?

When i opened the door it was Hope and Helen and their husbands.

Hope spoke first, ?Hi, odalisque, i hope you don’t mind, Steven said we could come up. You haven’t even had time to dress yet, i’m sorry.?

i stepped back to leave room for them to enter, ?Please, Hope, do come in. i am as dressed as Master wants me.?

Hope reintroduced Steven and Scott to her husband Greg, and Helen’s husband Vince.

Master asked if they wanted something from the bar. When they named their preference, i went to the bar, poured and served the drinks.

When finished, i stood at Steven’s side as He sat in an over-stuffed chair. Immediately He began stroking the inside of slave’s thigh from knee to clitoris, and down and up and down...i stared into Hope’s eyes as she watched Master’s hand sliding up and down and up and?Her hand was half way to her mouth with the glass of wine, but it didn’t move as she stared.

Without moving slave’s head, i looked at Helen whose face was redder than slave’s. Her hand was around the wine glass but she hadn’t lifted it from the table. She just stared at Master’s hand.

i moved slave’s head just enough to see Vince and Greg sitting at the dining table drinking, but also staring intently at Master’s hand.

It seemed as though this went on in silence for hours but it must have been just moments. i had to consciously make slave’s knees stay locked to keep from collapsing to the carpeted floor.

?Hope, you said you would like to talk to o?? i was concentrating so on staying standing that Master’s voice sort of startled me. i looked at Stephanie, she and Master were the only ones not looking at Master’s hand stroking slave’s thigh.

Steph was studying our guests with the intensity of a scientist looking through a microscope.

?Oh?uh, yes, um I, well, I mean, I guess I thought perhaps a little more privately, but?

?That’s alright, Hope. Why don’t you and o, and Helen, if you wish, go into the bedroom and we’ll see if we can find something to talk about out here.?

?Master, may Mistress Steph please join us??

?Of course o, how rude of me, please, join them if you wish Stephanie.?

Steph rose and whispered in slave’s ear, ?Thank you, thank you, thank you.?

Helen was the fourth one through the bedroom door and she started to close it. ?Please don’t close the door Mistress Helen. Master doesn’t like impediments between Him and His slave.?

?I can see that! Sorry.? Helen smiled.

We sat on the floor with our backs against the bed or wall or dresser like we might have done at a high school sleepover. i was thankful for the thick, plush carpet, but even at that i winced as i lowered slave’s ass to the floor. Steph grabbed a pillow from the bed and handed it to me.

?Oh, thank you, Mistress Stephanie.?

Unfortunately it wasn’t much better so i just knelt without lowering slave’s ass to slave’s heels.

After a few moments of silence Hope whispered, ?I guess there isn’t a delicate way of saying this. Are you okay? Is he blackmailing you, or are you on drugs; does he beat you like this often? We can get you out of here, I promise we can.?

Steph whispered in slave’s ear, ?I knew it.? Then louder, ?You just don’t understand. Steven is a fabulous guy who loves o and she loves him. Some people say ‘I love you’ at the end of a phone call to demonstrate their love; usually without really thinking much about it. This is o’s way of showing Steven that she loves him. And, believe me, you can’t do this without thinking about it? a lot!?

?Wow, Mistress Stephanie that was so eloquent and beautiful, and i couldn’t have said it any better, but i think Hope and Helen would like to be reassured by me. So, i do assure you that what Steph said is exactly how i feel. i have never been happier in slave’s life. i love Master?

?But how can you love anyone so much that you allow yourself to be debased in front of friends and total strangers? You don’t beat someone you love! The reason we brought our husbands was if we need to use force to free you, we will. We??

?Hope, this is so sweet of you. i never really thought we were that close in school, so i suspect you would do this for anyone you thought needed help. That says so much about your goodness. But i do not need to be rescued. i do not want to be rescued? i tried to make slave’s sincerity as obvious as possible.

?But?? Hope didn’t understand and i was pretty confident that no matter what i said she wasn’t going to comprehend.

?Please, Hope, Helen, just accept that slave’s relationship with Master is something that you probably will never be able to accept, but i am in no danger and i am as happy as any woman could possibly hope to be. Even with slave’s ass on fire, as it is, i wouldn’t trade places with any woman in the world.?

?Jeeze, you two, do you think if o was being abused, or threatened, or drugged or whatever, that I would be just sittin’ around an’ lettin’ it happen? Come on! o and I’ve been friends for too many years for that. I would have had the police, the F.B.I and the Marines on the case long ago.? Steph sounded genuinely hurt that Hope and Helen might think that she would let anything bad happen to me.

Helen was still almost whispering, ?Well I don’t pretend to understand but, I guess, if you say you’re happy, we certainly have to accept it.?

Hope seemed a little better able to accept slave’s slavery. ?What is it like to be so totally obsequious to a man? How can you just let yourself be walked new-born nude, on a leash, through a room full of hundreds of people? And letting him have manual sex with you right in front of us?what does it feel like to be whipped, beaten like that? May I feel the welts, odalisque?

?Yes, Mistress you may feel the welts.

?Most people can’t really comprehend, but being Master’s slave is totally liberating. i have no responsibility for anything except pleasing Master. If i do what Master expects, and demands, i have no worries in the world. i’m sure that i could not do it for anyone else but Master. He is the only person that i could trust so completely, and thoroughly, to be able to give slave’s whole self to Him.

?As for being walked naked on a leash, it is back to what Stephanie so eloquently said earlier. i guess it is slave’s ultimate way of telling Master that i love Him. Telling Him that i love him, not necessarily so much more, but so very differently than any other woman in that room could; maybe any other woman in the world.

?i confess the whippings are a little different. i hate them, but Master has never whipped me when i thought that i didn’t deserve it. Well, except the couple of times he has whipped me as a demonstration of slave’s submission.

?Tonight, for instance, it was unbelievably stupid of me to give slave’s dress to Shelly. i should??

?Is that what happened? We didn’t know what happened to your dress. We thought, well, that maybe Steven just decided to walk you through the room nude. Vince said he wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case.?

?No, Hope. In the restroom Shelly said she wanted to try on slave’s dress and i took it off to let her and then they left me naked in the ladies room. Master said He whipped me for being too na?ve and trusting, but i’m inclined to think it was for being just plain stupid.

?i try to tell slave that the whippings are just another way Master has of making love to me. Sometimes that works better than other times. This time it pretty much just flat out hurt like hell. Ouch, oooh.?

?Oh, I’m sorry o. That really hurts, huh.? Hope seemed very sympathetic but couldn’t keep from touching the welts again and again.

?Yes, Mistress Hope, i think these will hurt for days.?

We talked quite a bit more and i thanked them again, and again, for their concern and then i asked if we could go back into the sitting room with the men.

When we walked back into the room the men got to their feet with enormous Cheshire Cat smiles on their faces. Master asked, ?Well, did o convince you that I am not drugging her, torturing her, blackmailing or otherwise coercing her??

?Yes, I guess she did. I can’t say that I remotely understand how she got from ‘The Ice Queen’ to this, but it certainly seems to be Kosher.? Helen was quite obviously still a bit at sea. ?Greg did you tell Steven why we came here tonight??

?No, Sweets, he told me. You see, you are not the first people to misunderstand, or not understand, their relationship. But he did say that he was thankful we were not going to have to use force on him to remove o from the suite.? All the men laughed at that.

?Oh, Greg, I can’t believe??

?Seriously, Hope, I have heard too many accounts of Steven and o to think that there could be any sort of intimidation involved. o would have had way too many opportunities to ‘escape’. And everyone, including you, says she is a very intelligent woman, so what would stop her. But I knew you wouldn’t be satisfied until you heard it from o herself. Besides it was worth a laugh, and I got to talk with Steven for a little while.?

i walked over to Master’s side and He put His arm around me and cupped slave’s right breast in His right hand and played with the ring in slave’s nipple. Hope and Helen’s eyes seemed the size of golf balls as they stared at Master’s fingers twisting and playing with the ring.

W/we all moved toward the door to the hall and Master opened it. ?It is really quite heartening that you would go to this much trouble to be sure of o’s safety. You are rather remarkable, the four of you.?

W/we shook hands and said ?good night? and Master closed the door behind them.

W/we had not even gotten seated again, when there was a knock on the door. Master nodded His head in a way that meant i should answer it.

i did. This time with very little hesitation, as i really expected it to be Hope or Helen. It was Shelly, Rochelle and Marilyn. When i opened the door all three gasped stridently.

?Hello. Please come in. i assume you have come to return slave’s dress.?

They walked through the door with their eyes apparently glued to slave’s naked body.

?Yes. I asked my boyfriend to come with me, but he said I got myself into this childish mess, and I could get myself out, so Rochelle and Marilyn said they would come with me, just in case.?

?Just in case of what?? Master came up to slave’s side and again put His arm around me and cupped slave’s breast in His hand, lightly toying with the ring through slave’s nipple. The three women stared so hard at Master’s hand on slave’s breast you might have thought they had never seen a breast before.

?Just in case you are as big a perverted as you seem, I guess.? Shelly said.

Master, Steph and Scott laughed.

?You are quite safe ladies. As you might imagine, o provides everything I could desire in the way of ‘perversion’.?

Finally, Shelly held the dress out toward me, ?Here’s your dress. I didn’t know he would put a leash on you and drag you through the damn ballroom naked. I was gunna give it back, swear to god.?

Master took the dress with His left hand without releasing slave’s breast with His right.

?Didn’t you have anything else to put on?? Marilyn was still staring at slave’s naked body.

?Master prefers His slave naked most of the time, Mistress Marilyn; Certainly in His home and for tonight this is His home.?

i sneaked a peek at Stephanie, and it was obvious by the huge smile on her face that she was enjoying the situation enormously.

?But you just opened the door to us. What if it had been someone else? You’re nude, for cripe sake.? Rochelle spoke like she thought she was slave’s mother.

?Than i would have been naked in front of someone else, wouldn’t i? As you helped demonstrate not so long ago, Master does not hesitate to display His slave, naked, pretty much whenever He wishes.?

?That’s crazy. Why would you let him humiliate you like that? You have so much going for you. You don’t have to do this crap.? Shelly sounded as though she was really trying to understand. i was a little surprised. She had never suggested that i had anything ?going for me? when we were in school.

Master released slave’s breast and put the index finger of His right hand through the ring in slave’s left nipple. He pulled me over to where He had been sitting and He sat down, saying, ?Why don’t you ladies sit down for a bit. Would you like something to drink??

The trio sat and said they would like sparkling wine. i poured a glass of Port, a glass of beer, and four glasses of sparkling wine. i served Master‘s Port first, then Scott’s beer, Steph’s wine and then the three sparkling wines for the witches. i returned to Master’s side.

Stephanie said something that i didn’t hear apparently, because Rochelle said, ?Geeze, Stephanie, don’t tell me you are part of this thing too!?

?Oh, i am absolutely still o’s friend, and i hope Scott and I are Steven’s friends, too. But the slave thing is strictly between Steven and o. However, I confess, I think it is really hot, and I know Scott does, too.? Scott shook his head very enthusiastically.

As i looked straight in front of me, i saw the heads of all three women turn from Stephanie to look at me.

Master was sliding His hand between slave’s knee and slave’s plucked pubic mound. When His hand was at slave’s sex He caressed slave’s clit and then slid His hand back down to slave’s knee. i could not see the expressions on the women’s faces very clearly because slave’s eyes were tearing.

These were the last three people in the world that i would have chosen to have Master demonstrate slave’s submission to, but here i was.

i could feel slave’s juices on Master’s hand as He slid it down and up slave’s leg.

?So, just how much of the time are you really nude, Sha? um, odalisque?? Marilyn tried to make it sound like regular ol’ girl-to-girl conversation.

?i, i guess, oh, i guess i wear clothes five or six hours, maybe as much as ten hours a week.?

?A week!? They all three spoke at the same time.

?You’re telling us that you are nude more than six days out of every seven? Are you shittin’ us?? Rochelle always had a way with words.

?Well that’s an average. For instance, this weekend i have been dressed for more than ten hours, though not quite as long as i had expected?? This brought nervous laughter from the trio and real laughter from Master, Scott and Steph.

?And, of course, when i am dressed, it is in dresses like you saw, so some people might not even count that as dressed, exactly.?

Shelly was obviously doubtful, ?But you can’t just go around all day with no clothes on. What if someone comes over, or you go shopping, or UPS delivers something, I mean??

?i’ll take them in order Shelly. i do go around all day naked. If someone comes over, they know U/us and so expect me to be naked.

?This is often the most difficult thing for many women to comprehend, but i have no money, no credit cards, no wallet, no purse. Consequently, i don’t go shopping without Master. When Master takes me shopping, i am dressed essentially as i was earlier tonight. As for the mailman, or UPS, they have never objected to me answering the door naked.?

Almost as if on cue there was a knock on the door. i looked at Master who nodded and removed His  hand from between slave’s legs. i went to the door and opened it.

?Holy crap. Can we come in? Your Master said we could chat, but you left rather unexpectedly. Is it okay?? It was Monica with an extremely attractive young woman.

i looked to Master and He said, ?Please come in. I am sorry that we left so suddenly. I am glad that you thought to find us.? Monica and the other woman came in and i closed the door behind them. ?What would you like to drink??

As they walked past me through the door i realized that the second woman’s wrists were tied behind her back with a silk scarf. She was about slave’s height, wearing a micro-mini skirt, a silk blouse and high heels. She had a killer figure, with smaller breasts than Monica, but most of us have smaller breasts than Monica. i could tell by the way the blouse fit that the girl’s nipples were clamped.

Monica said, ?Steven this is brandi. She is my slave, well a work in progress really. I wanted her to meet odalisque and you, to see what i am striving for. I’ll have a white wine, if you have it. brandi what do you want?? brandi had not taken her eyes off of me since i opened the door. She said she would take a white wine as well.

i made a mental note that Master would not have asked me what i wanted, He would simply have ordered for me.

i poured the wine and served it to the two women. Monica had untied brandi’s wrists. When i handed brandi her wine she said ?You are very brave. I could never have done what you did downstairs.?

i looked to Master and He nodded. ?o, you will address brandi as ‘slave brandi’?.

?Yes Master. Thank you, slave brandi, but i had very little choice. First, Shelly had stolen, i’m sorry, Shelly borrowed slave’s dress, so i had nothing to wear. And Master was ready to leave, so W/we left.?

brandi was now staring at the welts on slave’s butt. ?Does He whip you a lot??

?No, not often. Thankfully, i don’t often give Him cause. Tonight He felt that losing slave’s dress was sufficient grounds.? i could hear the collective inhaling of breath from O/our guests.

?You mean he did that to you tonight, because I took your dress? But how? where? what the f??

?Yes, Mistress Shelly, He whipped me with His belt, in the men’s room, just before He lead me past your table.?

?Oh, my gawd, I’m sorry, I had no idea? I’ve got to go. I’m sorry this is all just too bizarre for me.? With that Shelly stood and looked to her co-conspirators. i had the distinct feeling that they wanted to stay, but they also rose.

Master rose, put His arm around me and cupped slave’s breast and W/we walked the three women to the door.

?Thank you for returning the dress, I would hate to have lost it, o looks so wonderful in it. Don’t you agree??

The women just sort of nodded and exited through the door i was holding open.

Master went back to the chair He had been sitting in and i returned to his side. Master instructed me to kneel with slave’s hands behind slave’s back. He put His arm around slave‘s neck so His right hand was resting on slave’s right breast; well, not resting exactly, as He was massaging slave’s breast and playing with the ring in slave’s nipple. Both Monica and brandi sat and stared, apparently enthralled. brandi’s face was quite red. i don’t know if she was embarrassed for me, or discomfited to be staring so blatantly at Master’s hand on slave’s breast.

?Well Monica, brandi, what did you want to chat about?? Master asked.

i looked at Steph and Scott. They were obviously enjoying the evening a great deal. Steph looked at me and winked. She is not a winker, but the gesture was somehow perfect in this situation.

Master asked if anyone wanted another drink. Scott did and Master did, Stephanie didn’t and Monica and brandi hadn’t touched theirs yet.

i went to the bar and poured the men their drinks, served them and returned to Master’s side, this time in slave’s standing position beside Master’s chair. He resumed His earlier stroking of slave’s thigh.

?Um, well, like I said, I guess I just wanted brandi to see what a real slave is all about. I knew, when I saw you two last night that you were for real and then after tonight, well, I, I mean??

?May I ask you a question, o??

?You should probably ask Mistress Monica, slave brandi.?

?May I Mistress??

Mistress Monica looked at me and smiled and then to brandi, ?Yes, Pet, you may.?

?Is that the first time you have been leashed and nude in public? How many places can you get away with wearing those see-thru clothes? Do you ever have regrets about being a slave. Have you ever wanted to just bolt and run away; like tonight, for instance? Have you ever been a slave to anyone other than Steven??

i looked at Stephanie and she was simply beaming.

?Wow, slave brandi that was a rather multifaceted question. Let me see. Master has walked me on His leash, naked, in public previously, yes.

?i don’t know if i can wear slave’s clothes everywhere, but i have no other clothes, so i suppose Master would simply not take me where i couldn’t wear them.

?i have no regrets about being Master’s slave. i never have, and i certainly do not expect to have. i love Master, and i love being His slave. There are certainly times when it is more challenging than others to be Master’s slave, but never any regrets.

?And i guess that answers the question about running away. Being walked through that room tonight was extremely arduous, but i never considered running away. i considered the possibility that i might faint, or not be able to move slave’s legs, or that i might bawl uncontrollably, or become physically ill, or perhaps go insane, but never run away, or disappoint Master.

?No slave brandi, i have never been a slave to anyone but Steven and i never would? unless Master Steven instructed me to.?

?When you are wearing those see-thru things??

?slave’s clothes. They are slave’s clothes, all slave’s clothes are see-thru.?

?ALL of them??

?Yes, slave brandi, to a greater or lesser degree, except for a couple, like slave’s poncho that is opaque but is open on both sides from slave’s shoulders to the hem, or slave’s cape which is open in front from the collar to the hem.?

?Well don’t you worry that you will get arrested or something??

?i think, most of the time, Master has a good idea of what He can ‘get away with’, shall we say. Tonight may be as risky a venue as any in which He has displayed me.?

?Actually, it was not as risky as you might think, o. I called ahead to both the hotel, who said, as the now clich? goes, ‘What happens at the reunion, stays at the reunion’.

Then I called the reunion committee who said that they would have no problem, if the hotel didn’t. Of course, I was asking about see-thru dresses, I didn’t anticipate o losing her dress altogether but??

i watched brandi as Master spoke and i recognized the body language. She moved her hands toward her breasts and then jerked them back into her lap. i also saw tears in her eyes; not yet on her cheeks. The clamps on her nipples were obviously becoming extremely uncomfortable.

?Mistress Monica, please, may i respectfully offer an observation.?

?Of course, o, what??

?i think slave brandi would concentrate on O/our conversation better if her nipples were not clamped. i think she is distracted by the pain.?

?Oh, my gawd, I’m sure she is. They’ve been on much of the evening.?

Good for you brandi. You had to have been hurting for quite awhile but apparently you didn’t say a word. You seem to lack training, but you don’t lack spirit.

brandi looked at me with unashamed gratitude.

Mistress Monica instructed brandi to kneel in front of her. She unbuttoned a couple of buttons of brandi’s blouse and pulled it down over her arms. With the blouse acting almost as a straight-jacket, Monica instructed her to get to her feet and come stand in front of me.

Again, by her crimson face and body language, i could guess that brandi was not accustomed to being displayed semi-naked. It was apparent that she wanted to cover her breasts, but, of course, she did not. She could no longer control the tears though. They trickled down her cheeks now.

?brandi, ask o to remove one of the nipple clamps.?

?Yes, Mistress Monica. slave o, would you please remove one of the clamps from one of my nipples?? She leaned forward to offer her breasts. Her nipples were ashen white. The clamps were deeply seated within the flesh.

i knew that it was going to hurt awfully and there was no way around it. i reached out, quickly released the clamp, and removed it from the maltreated nipple. The clamp had been on so long that it was embedded in the tender flesh and resisted being removed.

brandi let out a very brief scream and then a long agonizing moan. i knew exactly what she was feeling and it made slave’s nipples ache. Monica gave her a moment to compose herself.

?Now brandi, ask Scott to remove the remaining clamp.?

?Yes Mistress Monica.? brandi turned and took a few halting steps until she was standing in front of Scott. It was obvious that she was very uncomfortable standing, breasts exposed, before Scott. ?Scott would you please remove the remaining clamp from my nipple, please??

i saw Stephanie watching Scott to see how he would handle this. He leaned forward and squeezed the clamp to open it slowly. i’m sure he thought this was humane but, from experience, i can attest that it really doesn’t matter. When the blood rushes back into the nipple the pain comes with it. Finally Scott removed the clamp completely and brandi whimpered and moaned.

?Come and sit down next to me brandi.?

brandi went and sat next to her Mistress with tears cascading down her cheeks. Monica made no effort to cover brandi’s quite beautiful, full breasts.

All this time Master had been stroking slave’s thigh and clitoris. i could feel the tension building in slave’s body and knew that i was not going to be able to hold it much longer.

Watching brandi submissively allow herself to be displayed and tormented put me over the top.

?Master may Your slave please be allowed to cum?? i looked into Master’s eyes when i asked but out of the corner of slave’s eyes i watched Monica and brandi. i couldn’t quite identify the look on their faces.

?Yes, o, do cum, now.?

Almost as He said ?now? i let the tension go from slave’s body and gave in to the incredible orgasm to which i had been building all evening. i heard a scream not unlike brandi’s earlier and i realized it was me, but i didn’t try to contain it. i let it trail into moans. i felt slave’s legs relax and felt slave begin to collapse but Master kept His thumb inside slave’s sex and supported me with His hand almost like a saddle.

There were hours during which i was unaware, unconscious if you will, well at least a couple of minutes, and then i came back to slave’s senses. i looked around and saw every eye staring at me, every face enthralled.

?Thank You Master.? i heard slave’s voice but it was as if someone else had said it. i was aware that i had to make a determined effort to regain slave’s strength and stand on slave’s own.

After some effort i managed to summon the strength to support slave. Master must have felt it too because He moved His hand from inside, and supporting me, to back sliding down and up slave’s thigh now lubricated by slave’s juices.

i looked to brandi and saw her turn to Monica and whisper ?Oh, my gawd.? 

Monica turned to brandi, ?Well, brandi, do you have any more questions for o or Steven, now that you are not distracted, or at least not distracted by the nipple clamps.?

brandi was still sniffling but managed to ask, ?M?Mas?Master Steven, do you think i am a worthy slave??

?Well, brandi that is a difficult question to answer. Obviously, you lack training, which I’m sure Monica will remedy. You seem to have the willingness. It is difficult for me to know your motivation, but I think you certainly have potential.?

brandi sniffled again, and then, ?Thank you Master Steven. slave o, how long did you train to be Steven’s slave? And did it really prepare you for this??

?slave brandi, Master trained me for about six months before i even really left His house. And, yes, it included nipple clamps. i could feel the ache in slave’s nipples as i removed the clamp from yours. Much of slave’s training was establishing a mindset. Master went to great lengths to establish, in slave’s mind, that it was okay to be naked in public.

?i spent many hours a day watching videos and slides of women nude in public; nude women walking through shopping malls, in bars, in open-air markets, at gas stations, almost anywhere. One woman was nude in church, but that was a clip from a movie; not real.

?And slowly He introduced me to being naked with other people in His home. He required that i be naked while riding in His car. W/we went for walks in the woods, in parks, eventually in the neighborhood.

?Finally, He took me out for a one week test of slave’s commitment. Fortunately, i passed the test.

?But i don’t feel as though slave’s training is over. Tonight, for instance, could be considered a training session. i certainly learned from this evening.?

?What do you think you learned, o? brandi was over her sniffles.

?Well, first i learned to take better care of slave’s clothes.? Everyone laughed. ?And i learned to be more careful when i am not with Master. While i never take Master for granted, i sometimes forget how carefully He watches over me, and protects me.

?And, i guess i didn’t learn, but rather had reinforced, that there is nothing i won’t do, or try to do, to please and honor Master Steven.?

Monica rose and said, ?Well, it is getting late. This has been very interesting and enlightening. I would like to be able to get in touch with you Steven, if you would permit me.?

?But of course Monica. Here is my card. Please call any time.?

Master took the leash hanging from slave’s collar and pulled me toward His side as W/we walked Monica and brandi to the door. Before Master reached for the handle Monica pulled brandi’s blouse up but didn’t buttoned it.

?Do you think you can be a slave like o, brandi??

?Oh, I don’t know Mistress, but I will certainly try. Thank you, Master Steven, and o, for your hospitality. Good night Stephanie and Scott.?

Master closed the door behind them, and W/we went back to join Steph and Scott.

?Oh, my gawd, what a night. Did you think it would be anything like this, o? I mean finding another slave and a Mistress at your high school class reunion, could you ever imagine? She tried not to show it, but I think Monica was awestruck by you, o. And brandi, she was like a little girl meeting Mariah Carey.?

?Oh, Mistress Steph, as usual you exaggerate, but she has a lot to learn doesn’t she Master??

?Yes, o, she does, but she has lovely potential. I just can’t deduce her motivation. If brandi just wants to be a slave, or just wants to please Monica, she will never come close to you, o. If she is doing it because she is in love with Monica then she may very well be a lovely slave. Still, never your equal, o, but lovely.?

That was one of the nicest things Master has said to or about me. Particularly because brandi is a beautiful woman and i could see that Master was quite smitten by her. ?Thank you Master.?

W/we were just beginning to run down when there was a gentle knock on the door.

i got up and went to the door and opened it.

?Ohhh! I’m sorry. Is it too late? I thought you might still be up.?

?W/we are Danielle, please come in.?

She looked at Master, Steph and Scott, ?I’m sorry, am I interrupting? I didn’t get a chance to say ‘good night’ and I wasn’t sure if I’d see you tomorrow and I wanted to tell odalisque how blistering hot she is.?

?Amen.?

?Thank you, Danielle, and thank you Scott, for the ‘amen.’?

?Well, I? I won’t take any more of your time. Oh and these are yours o.? She held out three little golden plastic trophies. ?They counted the votes at the end of the evening and you won ‘Most Changed’, ‘Most Improved’, and ‘Hottest’. They weren’t very specific about what ‘most improved’ meant, but apparently you won going away.?

Master stood when she entered the room and now walked over to her, ?You are welcome to stay and have a drink with us. You’ve been very charming, let us serve you for a change.?

?If I might have a Coke and just take a minute or two to talk with odalisque.?

?Of course; o a Coke for Danielle.?

i poured her Coke and handed it to her as she sat on the couch next to Scott.

She seemed not to be a total stranger to the premise of slavery. She turned to Steven and asked, ?May I ask o a couple of questions??

?Feel free.?

?Thank you. o, I think, no, I know my boyfriend would love to make me his slave, but his perception comes from the cheap magazines and books he gets at an adult book store. Your relationship doesn’t look anything like that, in spite of the welts on your butt. I mean, I know I have only seen you two last night and tonight, but I see such caring in Steven and such love in you. Is there a source of information about Master/slave relationships like yours that I could direct Jessie to??

i stole a quick look at Steph and she whispered, ?Holy shit, two of them.?

?Oh, wow, Danielle, i guess maybe on the internet or something. i don’t really know because i never had any misgivings about being Master’s slave.

?W/we sat down and read The Story of O together, and talked about it, and i knew that i wanted to be Master’s slave. He took me to an S&M club and showed me the difference between that sort of relationship and O/ours, and i have never looked back. i am just very fortunate, i guess.?

?I guess this question has to be to you Steven, if I may.?

?Of course, Danielle.?

?I know you don’t know me, and even less Jessie, my boyfriend, but if he ever suggests that I become his slave, could I ? would it be possible, that is would you allow us to visit you and? well, so I could show him the kind of slavery I would be interested in; well without the leash and naked parade part? at first at least.

?So he could see submission without the hot tongs, bullwhips and roasting on a spit type he reads about. Would that be? at all possible, Steven, uh, Master Steven??

?Danielle, I think it would not only be possible, but imperative. We do not want you roasting on a spit. I’m sure that those stories are just what are available to him. But if that is truly his idea of your slavery, you need to distance yourself from him, quickly.

?Do you have a pen and paper?? She did. ?o’s email is CAodalisque at yahoo dot com. Feel free to contact her whenever you want to ‘talk’. And absolutely make arrangements to visit U/us before you make any commitment to this man, do you understand??

?Oh, yes, thank you so much. You are so generous. I so very much appreciate it. Thank you.? She gulped her Coke and started for the door.

?I hope I won’t be a bother, but I would very much like to keep in touch, o.?

As W/we walked toward the door she was staring at Master’s hand caressing slave’s breast and it was very obvious that this was the kind of slavery she had in mind.

?i insist, Danielle, please email me soon.?

?Would tonight be too soon? Just kiddin’, I’m not that much of a groupie.? She reached out and grabbed slave’s shoulders and kissed slave’s cheek.

Master closed the door behind her.

Master went back to His chair and instructed me to put the ?Privacy Please? sign on the door. When i opened the door to do so, there was an older couple in the hall walking to their room.

The man looked at me and said, ?My, my, you must be the slave girl all the talk is about, unless there’s more then one.? He laughed.

?Actually, Sir, i think there are about two and a half. Good night.?

i returned to Master’s side and knelt next to the chair as instructed.

?o, I know it is usually Steph who asks the ‘How did it feel’ questions, but I’ve got to ask, what did it feel like walking across that ballroom naked on a leash in front of your old classmates??

?Scott Sir, i’m not sure i can answer that, actually. The fact that they were classmates didn’t really make much difference. After all these years, they were pretty much like strangers. Having said that, being walked naked, on a leash, among 300 strangers is a bit exhausting. 

?i felt as though i might pass out or throw up at any second. It seemed to take days to cross the room. i felt as if W/we were walking in the slowest slow-motion.?

?And you know no one knew why you were naked except us, and the three bit?witches. I mean, like, I don’t know if it would have mattered, but??

?i know, Steph. i didn’t think of it at the time. i mean like, gee, i wish i could explain to all these people why Master is walking me through the ballroom naked on His leash. I’m sure it would not have mattered much to anyone, but it did surprise me when Hope and Helen seemed a bit affected by the ‘why’ of it.?

?Well, it’s been quite an evening. I am going to retire. o, join me in an hour or less.?

?Yes Master, thank you.?

?Wow, o, aren’t you just totally spent? I am, and all I did was watch.? Steph did seem to be beat.

We talked a little more about the evening and then i said i thought i should join Master.?

Steph asked what Master had planned for Sunday. ?i don’t know Steph. i know He wants to take me to the breakfast in the morning; He said to be ready at 7:45. Are you going to breakfast??

?If you are, I am. How ‘bout you Scott??

?I wouldn’t miss it. We’ll be ready at 7:45.?

?Great. Then we can see if Master has any plans for after breakfast. Do you have any ideas, or anything you would like to do??

?Just hanging out with you and Steven would be great.?

We said our good nights and i joined Master in His bed.

?Well, o, this was quite an evening. How do you feel??

?Absolutely, and totally, exhausted, Master. i feel like i’ve been running on adrenalin for hours. It was rather like going back to high school. Which is why i didn’t want to come at first, but Steph really, really wanted to, so??

?Yes, Stephanie seems to be getting her money’s worth, for sure. I guess I didn’t realize that you were so shy in high school.?

?i don’t think i was shy, so much as private, Master. i was working very hard to get into university. Contrary to the general perception, i wasn’t all that brilliant, i just worked hard. And i was on an accelerated program, taking some college courses in high school. Consequently i didn’t socialize as much as some.

?And i was quite conservative, so often, as with Mark and Ray, one date was all i got.?

?Well, I am glad that the boys at your high school were so short sighted. And, by the way, aside from ‘losing’ your dress, you did splendidly tonight. I was very proud to be your Master tonight, as I always am.?

i thanked Master and slid down between His legs and sucked His delicious cock into slave’s mouth. i fell asleep that way.

Sunday

W/we awoke this morning and showered together (just Master and me).

Master dressed in slacks and a sports shirt. Then W/we were drawn to the sitting room by the smell of coffee; Steph had brewed a pot and was pouring four cups. Stephanie was in another running suit and Scott was dressed like Master. i was, of course, naked.

?Oh, good morning Steven, and o. Would you like coffee? Do you have any plans for after breakfast Steven?? Stephanie didn’t waste any time.

?I was going to ask you and Scott if you had any ideas, or if you just wanted to get back home.?

?We’d love to hang out with you two, but I don’t know if we have any ideas??

?Why don’t we all think about it during breakfast and see if we can come up with anything.?

W/we sat for a few minutes with our coffee watching the fog over the city and the bridges.

?Well, let’s go see what’s for breakfast.? saying that Master rose and started for the door.

?Steven?? Stephanie seemed shocked; hard to believe after last night.

i rose from the chair, walked over and put slave’s hand around Master’s arm.

?What is it Stephanie?? i could hear the playfulness in Master’s voice; i wasn’t sure if Steph could.

?o is nude.? Now i was sure Steph didn’t recognize the game.

?Well, those people most recently saw her naked last night, so it shouldn’t shock them that much. Do you want to get dressed o??

‘Only if You want me dressed Master.?

?Oh my gawd o, you can’t just wander around down there nude. I mean last night was one thing but??

?Well, o, I think it will make Stephanie more comfortable if you were wearing something. Go in the bedroom and put something on.?

In the bedroom Master had laid out slave’s clothes for the morning. As i was putting on the blue see-though blouse with satin collar, cuffs and a thin strip down the middle for buttons and button holes, i could hear Master and Scott laughing at, no, laughing with Stephanie and her concern for slave’s modesty.

i slipped the blue micro-mini skirt up over slave’s hips and tied the draw string. It is as diaphanous as the blouse. i slipped into the blue mules and walked back into the sitting room.

?Are you more comfortable now Mistress Stephanie??

?Well, I see what you mean. There isn’t too much difference, but at least you are wearing something. Thank you Steven.?

W/we went into the hall and to the elevator. Because W/we are on the top floor the elevator is usually empty when the doors open. This morning was no exception.

W/we rode down to the lobby level and Leanne was at her table to direct U/us to breakfast.

Breakfast was a buffet, not Master’s favorite thing, but this one was quite good. They had a chef to cook omelets to order, and everything else that was supposed to be hot was, and that which should be cold, was.

The nicest part of the breakfast was the tables set up outside on a large balcony overlooking the bay.

Master, Scott and Steph sat at the table on the balcony; i was instructed to kneel on the cement between Master and Stephanie. Master used a QuikLink to secure slave’s wrist cuffs to slave’s ankle cuffs. i was essentially hogtied in a kneeling position. The welts on slave’s ass were not as sensitive as i anticipated, so it wasn’t too terribly uncomfortable.

Master broke pieces of a croissant, buttered them and put the pieces into slave’s mouth, and offered orange juice to wash it down.

Steph whispered, ?Steven, may I give o some fruit??

?Of course, Stephanie, I’m sure o would love some fruit.?

i felt, and i’m sure, i looked, like a little puppy dog begging for scraps at the table. Slave’s classmates who, in school, thought i was too prim and proper by half, were now watching me being fed like a dog, or i suppose like a slave.

While W/we were eating, i overheard a number of comments similar to ?Look at her. It was bad enough last night, but at eight in the morning, jeeze.?

Mark’s wife walked by, with Mark, and said in a loud whisper, ?Is there no depth to which she will not stoop??

Most often the comment was some variation of, ?Can you believe that??

i noticed Steph kind of wince when she heard some of the remarks, but when she looked at me, i just smiled.

At one time as she was putting a pineapple cube in slave’s mouth Steph leaned over and whispered, ?This is so erotic I can’t believe it, o.?

I felt truly the slave, kneeling at Master’s side being hand fed and displayed to any and all who passed. i had to agree with Steph, it was pretty erotic, in fact i was getting quite hot. But i also felt on the verge of tears and slave’s head was spinning as if short of oxygen. It was almost an out-of-body experience; as if i was seeing slave as a slave in a movie rather than being a slave in life. It is very difficult to explain. I felt as if i might faint at any moment.

When two of slave’s old classmates stopped in front of me and one said ?Is that the sluttiest thing you have ever seen?? i wanted to cry but i kept the tears from leaving slave’s eyes. As i knelt there i wondered if perhaps i was crazy; really crazy, like insane crazy. Yet i knew that when it was over Master would tell me how much He loves me and it would all be worth it.

brandi came to our table, unfettered of wrist and nipples. ?Holy crap, you weren’t kidding about your clothes. That is almost as clear as Saran Wrap.?

?No, slave brandi, i was not kidding.?

Master stood. ?brandi, when you have gotten your breakfast, would you like to join us? There is an extra chair. Where is Monica?? i could tell that Master, most sincerely, wanted this beautiful submissive to join U/us.

?I think Mistress Monica had a little too much of the grape last night. She said she couldn’t face breakfast. I think I will just get some OJ and then I would love to join you, Steven, uh, Master Steven.?

When brandi returned with her orange juice, Master stood and pulled out the chair for her, ?You look quite beguiling this morning brandi.?

?Thank you, Steven, Master Steven, but I could never hope to compete with your odalisque. Do You wish me to sit or kneel like Your odalisque??

?you may sit. you may not be able to compete with o, but you are perhaps the only woman I’ve met that I think might have a chance.?

i felt very strange listening to Master talk to brandi, almost flirt with brandi, as i knelt at His side. A little jealous, to be sure, but also quite flattered, because Master had not thought any other woman could compete with me, and because this one who ?might? was extraordinarily beautiful, and obviously quite naturally submissive.?

i was more than a little relieved when i remembered that this exotic creature was most probably a lesbian. In fact, i keep that thought very near to slave’s heart.

After some time, brandi asked to be excused to go see about her Mistress. She bent down and kissed slave’s cheek, whispered ?you are awesome.? and departed.

?Well has anyone come up with a plan for the rest of the day?? Master asked.

?Well Steven, Scott and I remembered that there is a big Arts and Wine Festival at Heather Ranch, would you be interested in that??

?Stephanie that sounds like a marvelous idea, do you agree Scott??

?Sure.? Scott looked at me a little funny. i guessed perhaps he was thinking of the hundreds of people, and knowing how i would be dressed, or perhaps not dressed.

No one asked me, of course, but how could i object to being paraded in all-but-transparent clothes (i could only hope i would be wearing clothes) before hundreds of people on a beautiful sunny day; an absolute dream day for any display slave.

Master released slave’s ankle cuffs from the QuickLink but left slave’s wrist cuffs secured behind slave’s back. The last sight slave’s former classmates would have to remember me by, would be walking with wrists linked behind slave’s back, thus breasts thrust out and as good as, or as bad as, naked.

W/we went back to the suite and packed O/our bags, including slave’s three trophies and O/our photos.

Master had me change into a burgundy top that has spaghetti straps to the straight cut neckline just an inch or so above slave’s areola; from there the top’s sheer material just hangs over and down from slave’s breasts.

Although slave’s breasts are quite firm, this top seems to amplify every jiggle, wiggle and sway. Even if the top was opaque, it would be quite provocative and, of course, it is anything but opaque. It does have a bold floral print though, that partially distracts the eye at a casual glance. But with just a little closer scrutiny it is obvious that i am naked under the top.

The top hangs further down below slave’s breasts than the one i wore to the museum, but the hem isn’t more than an inch below the bottom of slave’s breasts.

The skirt is also burgundy with the same pattern as the top and equally transparent upon close inspection. In style it is rather like a tennis skirt, with some differences. The waist band is so low that if i had pubic hair i’m sure it would show above the waist band. The skirt is quite tight over slave’s butt and then flairs for the last few inches before the hem which is about four inches below slave’s clit.

Master removed slave’s ankle cuffs and gave me a pair of burgundy knee-high boots, with a three-inch sole, and six-inch heels, to finish the look. The boots have ?D?-rings attached so that slave’s ankles might still be bound.

The Arts and Wine Festival was on the east side of the hills so it would be perhaps ten degrees warmer, so Stephanie wore shorts, a tube top and sandals with three inch heels. She always looks fantastic and never looks as if she is trying.

Master and Scott wore slacks and shirts open at the collar.

Master checked out via the television in the room. He and Scott each picked up a suitcase and W/we were on O/our way.

In the parking lot Master instructed me to remove the top and skirt. The parking lot was sort of busy because the hotel/spa serves a marvelous Sunday brunch. W/we received a couple of horn honks and some cat calls as i, (wouldn’t you know), had a little trouble getting the skirt over slave’s boots.

Finally W/we were on the road. i imagine the riding-naked-thing would have been quite a bit easier before SUV’s became the dominant vehicle on the highways. Now it seems as if four out of every five vehicles are significantly higher than Master’s, giving the occupants a bird’s-eye view of O/our interior (read: one naked slave).

After about forty-five minutes, and a few more horn honks, W/we arrived at the Arts & Wine Festival.

Master pulled up next to the first attendant and gave him the money for parking. i watched the young male attendant look at me, do a double take, and then try to pretend he didn’t notice anything, without actually taking his eyes off of me. He told Master where to park and Master followed his directions.

i looked back over the seat and saw the young attendant waving his arms and pointing at Master’s car trying to alert the next guide to the naked slave in the car.

Master parked, and another car pulled in next to U/us, and another, and another. Master instructed me to wait for the four people in the car immediately next to U/us to get out, before i was to get out and get dressed.

When the two couples had left, apparently not noticing the naked slave, i got out, pulled the skirt up and dropped the top over slave’s head.

Master took out His omnipresent leash and attached it to slave’s collar. i took Master’s hand that held His end of the leash. Steph took Scott’s hand and W/we started walking toward the festival. It was not quite noon, but apparently some people had come early, and finished early; there were people walking in both directions, to and from the parking area.

The burgundy color, the bold pattern and the sheen of the material in the sunlight allows a little more modesty than some of slave’s clothes. But in the light of day it was apparent from the stares and comments that i was well and truly on display.

When W/we got to the gate, W/we were told that admission was free, but if W/we wanted to sample the wine or beer, W/we must buy a glass and tickets. Master bought three wine glasses, a beer mug and a few dozen tickets.

By unanimous vote of three, it was decided which way to start O/our stroll through the many booths of artisans, craftsmen, vintners and brewers.

W/we stopped at a pottery stand and looked at the beautiful mugs and bowls and such. A lovely woman in a long tie-dyed tee-shirt and sandals came forward and said ?They’re all lead-free, microwave and dishwasher safe. Oh, oh my, oh my gawd. You are the most exotic thing I have ever seen.?

i guess she hadn’t really looked at U/us before, but she just started on her sales pitch.

?Thank you Mistress... i think.?

?Oh, yes, I mean you are just, just, well I don’t know what you are but??

She didn’t finish the sentence and just stood and unabashedly stared at me.

i said ?Thank you Mistress. Your pottery is very beautiful.? After some time Master led me away. The woman had not said another word but hadn’t taken her eyes off me for a second.

As W/we walked away, i said ?Well, that was just slightly surreal. Sometimes i don’t know if it’s more embarrassing when people are shocked and incensed, or when they react like that.?

?What did she say before she said she didn’t know what you are, I missed it.?

?Oh, Mistress Steph, she said i was the most exotic thing she had ever seen.?

?Well you have to admit, o, that walking around on a leash as much as nude among hundreds of people is a little bit outrageous.?

?Yes, but she could have just thought it, why say it to me??

?She probably thought it was a compliment, some people do I’ve noticed.?

W/we walked from booth to booth.

At one point five college aged boys were walking toward U/us. It was patently obvious when the first one realized what he could see of me. He stopped dead still, stopped the others and said ?Look at that girl she ain’t got nothin’ on.?

One of the others said, ?Yeah she does.? And then, ?Oh shit, I see what you mean.?

Quickly they regained their cool, or what remained of it, but made no attempt to walk past us. None of them stopped staring at slave’s body for a single moment.

They seemed almost to be playing a game of who could find the coolest thing they could see:

?Look, ya see the big ol’ rings through her nipples.?

?Yeah, but look at the ring through the middle of her nose, that is awesome.?

?Are you kiddin’, look at that shaved pussy, you can see everything?

It went on like that for an hour and a half, or at least until W/we had walked past them. Later they showed up again in front of U/us. This time they just stood and stared without saying a word.

i could feel slave’s body temperature double, or at least increase, and i felt as if i might need help to continue standing, much less walking. i really thought that they might cause trouble, but apparently the second look was enough because W/we never saw them again.

W/we stopped at one of the booths where they were pouring beer and Scott turned in two tickets and had his glass filled.

W/we moved a little further along to a booth where they were pouring a very nice Merlot and the three of U/us turned in three tickets each and had O/our wine glasses not even half filled.

i made some little joke about knowing why Scott chose the beer and one of the men behind the counter reached out with the bottle and said, ?Here, young lady, for the favor you’re doin’ me, the least I can do is pour you a real glass of wine. Just keep your hand around the top, okay, so they don’t see how high I filled it. We have rules you know.? With that he poured wine almost to the lip of the glass.

?Thank you, Sir, and i will try not to get you into any trouble.?

?Any trouble I might get into would be well worth the delight of seeing your gorgeous body, my dear.?

?You are too kind, Sir.? i confess that i probably drank the wine too fast to get it down to the ?legal? half glass so that slave’s admirer would not get into trouble.

W/we continued to walk and suddenly i heard ?o. odalisque. Hey o.?

i looked around the crowd and saw Danny the student and a clerk at a pizza parlor W/we frequent. He and his girlfriend, Heather, were walking briskly toward U/us.

?Hi, Danny Sir.? i put out slave’s arms to hug him. He looked at Master and asked, ?Is it okay, Sir.?

?Of course, Danny.?

As we hugged, i peeked at Heather and thought that, perhaps, Danny should have asked her for permission.

We stepped back and Danny said, ?Heather you remember odalisque??

?I doubt that many people who have met odalisque, forget her, Danny. I’m sure you never will. Hello o.? There was not a lot of love in Heather’s voice.

?Hello, Mistress Heather, Nice to see you again.?

?Speaking of seeing, I see that you occasionally do wear clothes, such as they are.?

?Heather, what??

?That’s okay, Danny. Yes, Master does dress me for some occasions, Mistress Heather, but, as you suggest, the difference is minimal.? i was just as sweet as i could be to Heather because i didn’t want Danny to be embarrassed.

Master introduced Scott and Stephanie and invited Danny and Heather to join U/us. Heather was quick to point out that they had been at the festival for some time and would be leaving soon. So i hugged Danny again and kissed him on the cheek and said goodbye.

W/we continued to stroll through the festival. Master found an event schedule and noticed that a jazz group was going to play at 1:30. He suggested that W/we get some food and sit on the lawn, eat, and listen to jazz.

W/we made O/our way to the stage area which was surrounded by food concession booths. The food was the usual ?carnival? type, with an additional half-dozen, or so, of the local restaurants also having set up booths.

W/we decided to split up; Stephanie went to find a nice Merlot for the three now-empty glasses, Scott went to get the corndogs for them and Master and i went to the Thai restaurant tent.

Scott accomplished his task first and had ?reserved? a small patch of lawn in front of the stage. W/we joined him and Stephanie joined U/us almost immediately.

Scott had put his pint and their corndogs down, so he helped Stephanie sit down on the grass. Master sat and directed me to kneel at His side. With His help i knelt beside Him, flipping the hem of the skirt so that slave’s bare ass was on the heels of slave’s boots. The skirt hung over slave’s ass, and with slave’s knees at shoulder width, the skirt fell between slave’s legs allowing enough modesty to prevent U/us from being thrown out or arrested. i was, again, surprised that slave’s ass was not more sore from the whipping last night.

Scott excused himself to run and get some more beer in his mug. When he returned he said that all of the conversation at the beer tent was about the next-to-nude woman at the festival.

?Thanks for sharing that Scott. Did you think i wasn’t quite self-conscious enough?? i said stifling a giggle.

?Oh, wow, I’m sorry o. I thought it was, you know, like, a compliment, you know.?

The band came onto the stage to a round of applause. They introduced themselves and when they played they were really quite good. i was a little uncomfortable because people (okay, mostly men) would walk in front of U/us very slowly and stare and sometimes then just turn around and walk back by U/us. It wasn’t the staring so much, i am more or less used to that (yeah, right) but it was so rude to the people behind U/us who wanted to hear, and see, the band.

It became more uncomfortable when the band finished. i was still kneeling at Master’s side and people would walk up to within five or six feet and stand and stare and then comment on slave’s breasts, rings, collar, cuffs ?shaved pussy?, Master’s leash, whatever. They did not comment to Master or me, just to each other and then walk away.

It happened that way at an adult products sales convention once, also. i felt as if i was a product or a display, here perhaps a craft or a wine, or, i suppose, a display slave.

A couple walked up in front of me and, while staring directly at me, the woman said, ?I wonder if her tits are natural. They sure look firm.? To which the man said, ?And effin’ gorgeous.?

Actually, i was glad Master was in conversation with Scott and Steph at this time. Otherwise He probably would have invited the couple to feel slave’s breasts to determine their ?naturalness?.

Two women walked up and one said, ?What do you suppose she charges for this? It would have to be a lot wouldn’t it? I mean just to be walked on a leash would have to be hundreds, and then to be as good as nude on the end of the leash; it’s got to be four figures, at least? high four figures.?

?He’s probably got her strung out on something, although she looks pretty clean, huh??

i wanted to say, ?Hello. There’s a person here; i’m a person. i can hear you. i can answer your questions? But they weren’t questions actually intended for me.

After the next band began W/we decided to continue O/our stroll through the artisan’s booths.

Before W/we got up, Master handed me the egg vibrator and instructed me to insert it. i took the egg and put it in slave’s mouth to moisten it, although i was pretty sure that lubricant wouldn’t be a problem. Without taking slave’s eyes off of the band i reached under the front hem of slave’s skirt and slipped the egg inside of me. Master turned it on immediately, although to a low setting.

Master stood and pulled on the leash prompting me to stand. i did and Master took slave’s wine glass and commanded me to pick up O/our empty plates and napkins. W/we walked to the garbage and i deposited the refuse. Then Master returned slave’s wine glass and W/we continued O/our wandering.

i have noticed that sometimes people will say things that say more about themselves than about Master or me. W/we walked by two women and the one said, ?Oh for gawd sake will you look at that. What would you think if Sammy wanted to walk you around like that on a damned leash??

The second woman, in what i thought was a rather melancholy voice said, ?Maybe I’d just think, ‘At least he wants to be sure I don’t get away from him.’?

i felt sad when i heard her say that, and i wished that i could have had that on video to help explain those  ?How can she do that?? questions. Master and i never wonder how W/we feel about, or how committed W/we are to, each other.

In a foursome W/we walked by, one of the women quietly said, ?Wow that makes the blowjob Rusty keeps begging me for seem almost humdrum.?

As one woman, who was looking at some jewelry while W/we were, said, ?i guess she doesn’t have to worry about him being unfaithful; where would he find someone who would do anything that she won’t do? For that matter, can you imagine anything that she probably wouldn’t do??

At a leather craftsman’s booth a very attractive man and a stunning woman walked up to U/us and said, ?Excuse me, but didn’t we see you at a winery in Sonoma a while back??

Instantly, what Danny’s girlfriend said sprang to mind, ??I doubt that many people who have met odalisque, forget her.? And these people had not met U/us; just ?saw? U/us, and many, many months ago at that.

i looked at Master, who said, ?It is rather difficult to say, but W/we do enjoy a day at the wineries occasionally .?

?You were nude that time.? It was the woman speaking, ?You were leaving, descending the steps, and suddenly you were surrounded by a bus load of tourists. I remember thinking ‘I wonder how she can possibly stay calm, or even sane, through that?’?

Master looked at me and nodded.

?Yes, Mistress, i remember that day. That was early in slave’s commitment and extremely challenging.?

?Well I see you have added some things. You didn’t have the tattoo that day.? Oh dear, this woman really does remember. ?What is the significance of ‘Steven’s odalisque’??

?odalisque is slave’s name, and what i am Mistress. It means concubine or slave in French and, of course, Steven is slave’s Master.?

?Ah, and if I remember correctly you had the large ring through your nose, but you did not have those equally large rings through your nipples.?

?You have an amazing memory, Mistress. i had a set of barbells in slave’s nipples as the piercings were quite new and needed to heal some before Master could fit the rings through slave’s nipples.? i was thinking that this is a little bit weird standing here among all these people freely talking about the rings through slave’s nipples.

?You were not on a leash that day.? The man had a jovial tone in his voice. ?And, of course, you are not nude today, more’s the pity.?

?But just barely, eh, dear.? The woman had just a hint of derision in her voice.

?Yes, Mistress, but you might be surprised at how much of a difference wearing even this little can make.?

?I suppose you are right? I might be surprised, but I will never experience it, I can assure you. I agree with Phil, though, the leash is a nice touch.?

?i am glad you like it, Mistress.?

?Well, it was nice seeing you again.? The woman seemed to be signaling her husband that the visit was over.

He said, ?Yes, very nice indeed, although, I confess, I prefer you undressed.?

?So does Master, Sir.?

As his wife dragged him away he looked back over his shoulder and smiled broadly.

?Holy crap, do you remember them, o??

?No, Mistress Steph, i don’t, but i was so overwhelmed by being surrounded by all those people from the tour bus that i may have missed quite a bit. Do you remember them, Master??

?No, o, I don’t. It sounded as if they were simply on the periphery, the way the woman described it. Though she certainly remembered quite a few details, didn’t she??

Master stepped forward and the leash became taut and pulled me forward.

A trio of women passed, and one, in a sort of stage whisper, said ?Crap, girl, what are you thinkin’?? i know she was not being philosophical, but i thought that is the beauty of slavery, you don’t have to think, just do as Master instructs.

W/we strolled around the festival for another hour or so. Stephanie bought a purse from one of the leathersmiths.

Master asked Stephanie if she would take the leash while He went to the restroom.

?Oh? my? gawd? honest Steven? May I walk her, if we don’t go too far away??

?Yes, Stephanie, you may walk her.? Master turned away chuckling.

Steph took Scott’s arm with her left hand and Master’s leash in her right hand and we continued to walk and look and be looked at. i noticed an increase in the vibrating egg’s intensity.

?Are you okay with this, o??

?Master said it was okay, so i am okay with it, Mistress Stephanie.?

Actually, i was a lot less okay about being walked this way. It was so obvious that Scott and Steph were a couple that it pretty much left me as their pet on a leash.

No sooner had i formulated that thought, than two women walked by and one said, ?Oh look, that couple brought their pet. I thought pets aren’t allowed in the park.?

The second woman giggled and added, ?And don’t you hate it when people dress up their pets, especially dressing it so tacky.?

i could feel the blood rush to slave’s cheeks; all four of them. Slave’s whole body blushed and slave’s eyes began to tear, but then i thought how fortunate i was. If Master had been here to hear them, He probably would have said something like, ?I absolutely concur, ladies.? Then he would probably have stripped me naked, right here and now.

Scott and Steph stopped at a silversmith’s booth. i thought they might be looking for wedding rings. i would expect them to have unconventional wedding rings. Scott is not at all the conservative that one sometimes thinks of when one thinks of a C.P.A.

The silversmith came forward and wished us a good afternoon. He looked at me as if i was in one of his display cases, for sale. He said to Stephanie, ?That is a fine young lady you have there, Miss.?

?Oh, uh oh, she’s not mine. I’m just minding her until her, um, Master returns. But, yes, she is quite spectacular isn’t she??

?Yes, Ma’am, she is breathtaking. I don’t know just how to say this polite like, but, I don’t suppose her Master lends her out, or for a fee, or anything??

?She is a love slave, not a sex whore. If Steven did offer her for a price, I sincerely doubt that any of us could afford the fee, wouldn’t you agree??

Wow, Steph has been quite eloquent on slave’s behalf this weekend. Again the conversation took place as if i wasn’t there, or i was some inanimate object.

?Yes’m, I suppose you’re right. But it sure is somethin’ to dream about, ain’t it. Are you two interested in jewelry??

Scott and Stephanie spent the next two and a half days talking about, and trying on, rings. Okay, it was probably just five minutes but standing next to them, leashed to Steph’s right hand, and being ogled by everyone who passed by, made it seem much longer. The vibration inside me didn’t help either.

Then it was instantly so much better and yet worse. i felt a hand slip under slave’s top and cup slave’s breast. It was, of course, Master, which was wonderful. But now i was standing leashed to Stepanie with Master caressing slave’s breast while thousands, okay hundreds, well certainly tens of people paraded past and gawked.

?Oh, Master, You found us.?

?Yes, o, has Stephanie been taking good care of you??

?Oh, hi Steven. Scott and I were looking at rings.? Steph offered Master His end of the leash. He accepted it.

?We each have a couple of tickets left, shall we get a last glass of wine, and then I made reservations at Emilio’s for dinner if you would like to join us.?

Stephanie instantly made it very clear that she would love to join U/us, and Scott agreed.

W/we walked in front of the bandstand on O/our way to one of the wine booths, Scott headed for a beer booth.

When W/we met back on the grass in front of the bandstand the lead singer announced, ?We would like to dedicate this song to the beautiful lady in the burgundy boots.? And they played ?Pretty Woman?.

i’m not quite sure why he said the lady in the burgundy boots as if that’s all i was wearing. Except for the fact that it directed yet more attention to me, it was a very sweet gesture.

It was about 6:30 when Master suggested that W/we should start back to the car. The lead singer of the band blew me a kiss as W/we walked by.

When W/we reached the car, Master said, ?you may leave your boots on, o.? meaning lose the clothes.

?Yes, Master.?

While Scott and Stephanie got into the back seat, i pulled slave’s top up and off and untied the skirt waist band and lowered it and stepped out of it. i did all this in front of no less than two dozen people walking and standing among the cars.

i handed the clothes to Master and got into the car. Master closed the car door to a riot of cheers, jeers, cat calls, whistles and boos. i’m hoping the boos were because W/we were leaving and not for slave’s body.

Master drove slowly out of the parking area among more people walking to their cars. Few of them missed the naked slave on Master’s passenger seat.

It took almost thirty minutes to drive to Emilio’s, more because of traffic than distance. The vibrator was still working within me, but at a level that i could deal with, in fact it was a rather pleasant level.

When Master parked He came around and opened the door for His slave. i got out and Master reached for His end of the leash. Scott and Stephanie got out and closed the doors. Master locked His car.

?Steven, we can’t go in there with o like this??

?This time Stephanie you are going to have to deal with it, or wait for us out here in the car.? i don’t know if Steph recognized the seriousness in Master’s voice, but i did. There was no doubt in slave’s mind that i was going into Emilio’s as i was; naked.

?Come on Stephie, you said you wanted to experience it all this weekend, well, here is the perfect ending to a spectacular weekend, no?? Scott sounded a little playful, but I think he, too, knew W/we were going in as is.

Master held the restaurant door for Steph and Scott and W/we followed. The ?romantic? lighting made it a little difficult to see faces, but it was obvious that the restaurant was about half full.

Emilio was at his dais and greeted U/us warmly, ?Velcum, velcum, eet eez alvays a pleasure. Vee half your room ready. Thees vay please.?

?Emilio, Scott and Stephanie have heard us speak of you and your wonderful food often, you needn’t waste your accent on them.? Steven laughed and so did W/we all. Emilio laughed the hardest.

?Thank you Steven, I didn’t know if we were trying to impress??

?We will be impressed by your delicious food, my friend.?

Emilio led U/us the fifty or more feet to the stairs leading upstairs. i focused on the stairs ahead, but i couldn’t help hearing the voices describing the leash, slave’s hairless pubic mound, whose birthday it must be, or what bet i must have lost, etc.

Out of the corner of slave’s eye i could see Stephanie, her head swiveling left and right, trying to take in all the reactions to U/us.

i gripped Master’s arm as much for support as out of affection. i squeezed so hard that He reached over with His other hand, patted slave’s hand and whispered, ?you’re doing fine, o.?

At the stairs Emilio went first, apologizing, but he needed to show U/us to the room. Stephanie followed, Scott next then Master slid the leash over slave’s shoulder so that i could precede Him. i was extremely grateful for that because i felt as if i might faint and fall back down the stairs at any moment. This way Master would be there to catch me. Something about going up the stairs made the vibrator a little more stimulating. Just what i needed.

Upstairs, Emilio led U/us to the last door. He opened the door with a flourish. It was a lovely room with a spacious table for four and a sideboard with a vase of beautiful flowers.

Emilio held the chair for Stephanie and Master held slave’s. ?Celeste will be your server and she will be with you in just a moment. Bon appetit.?

Emilio had no more than closed the door when Stephanie started, ?Oh, my, gawd, o what was that like, how did you do it, do you know how many people were down there, couldn’t you have just died, doesn’t it drive you crazy, I mean honestly crazy, like insane, how??

?Steph! You’re doin’ it again. If you have to ask questions, at least ask them one or two at a time.? Scott said it in a lighthearted tone, but it was clear he meant it.

?I’m sorry Scotty, I know you’re right. How can you do it, o??

?i am Steven’s slave, Mistress Stephanie. i do as He wishes. But, yes, sometimes i feel as if i am going to go insane, or maybe i already am. Here, actually, it is not so bad because Emilio is so sweet??

?But there must be close to fifty people down there and they all watched you walk naked through the restaurant, on Steven’s leash!

There was a soft tap on the door, Celeste opened it and entered. The look on her face suggested that she had been warned about the naked slave, but it was still a little bit of a shock for her.

She was quite attractive, about Steph’s age. She wore a black mini skirt with a white blouse and a black bowtie. She wore black tights and ?sensible? but attractive shoes.

?Good evening. I am Celeste and I will be your server this evening.? She had a bottle of Champagne in an ice bucket in her hands. ?Emilio said he was sure that this would be welcome.?

She set the bucket on the sideboard and opened the Champagne. She poured a taste for Master, who approved, so she poured Stephanie’s, Master’s and then slave’s.

She must have been briefed, at least a little, because she took three menus from the sideboard and handed them to Steph, Scott and Master. She looked at me and smiled.

?I will give you a few moments to peruse the menu. If you need me or have any questions, please simply pull on the bell cord.? Master asked for a glass of beer for Scott. Celeste said, ?Certainly? and left the room.

Steph giggled, ?Wow, she is good. If I hadn’t been watching really closely I probably would have thought she hardly noticed you are nude, o. But I did watch her very, very closely and she checked out your pierced nipples, and your cuffs and collar, your nose ring; she checked it all out.?

W/we, or rather they, sat silently looking over the menus for a few minutes, until another soft tap and Celeste glided back into the room.

She placed the glass of beer in front of Scott and said, ?Have you had time to decide, or should I give you a few more minutes??

Master looked at His guests and then said, ?I think we are ready.?

?Wonderful.? Celeste looked at Stephanie and said, ?What is your pleasure this evening Miss?? Steph gave her her selection and then Celeste looked to Master and said, ?And for your odalisque, Sir??

Yup, she had been briefed alright. Master ordered a shrimp salad for me, then Celeste went to Scott and then back to Master for His order. Celeste left to deliver O/our orders to the kitchen.

Stephanie’s mouth was wide open. ?I guess you’ve been here before, huh??

Master replied, ?Yes, but to Celeste’s great credit, she has never waited on us before. It would seem she must have done a little homework.?

?I bet you weren’t nude the other times though, huh o??

?Actually, Mistress Steph, i was, once.?

?Oh my gawd. Go on, you gotta be kiddin’ me.?

?No, Mistress Stephanie. It was the Sunday after O/our wedding. i thought sure Emilio would throw U/us out, but he greeted U/us as he always does and brought U/us up to a lovely room for two. That’s why i say it is easier here. Emilio acts as if nothing is different.?

?So you must have guessed on the way here that you were going to be nude.?

?Well, i’ve told you Master is full of surprises, but i pretty much made that assumption, yes.?

Scott, in his C.P.A. manner, asked, ?Did you ‘clear’ it with Emilio when you made tonight’s reservations Steven??

?Actually, Scott, Emilio took the initiative. When I called he asked, ‘Will we be enjoying all of the young odalisque’s great beauty tonight?’?

?How wonderfully diplomatic.? Scott laughed, and then W/we all did.

There was a quiet knock on the door and a tall thin man entered with his violin. ?Is there something you would like to hear?? The vibrator increased another level and then another.

?Whatever you would care to play, I’m sure we will enjoy.? Master said while looking to see if anyone did seem to have a preference.

The violinist played for a little while. Steph suggested that he probably didn’t play so long in rooms where everyone was dressed.

i don’t know if it was planned or coincidence, but the violinist excused himself and almost instantly Celeste was there with O/our food.

?Master, may Your slave ple?plea?please cum?? i was becoming very aroused and i think i probably said ?cum? louder than necessary. Steph, Scott and Celeste turned and stared directly into slave’s eyes. Almost before Master said yes i exploded into an all-consuming orgasm. i let out a not too quite scream and then just sort of collapsed into a moaning mass of flesh and bone.

i started to cry a little, i’m not sure if it was the orgasm, or the mortification, but i got it quickly under control. i pulled slave together and smiled at everyone as best i could. The looks on their faces were incredible, as if they had just watched the Queen of England flash Parliament.

Remarkably, it was Celeste who recovered first. She presented the dishes, poured some more Champagne in each glass (except Scott’s), and excused herself.

Moments later Stephanie asked, ?Are you okay, o??

?Perhaps a little embarrassed, but otherwise just hunky dory, Mistress Stephanie.?

About half way through the entr?e Celeste returned to ask if everything was wonderful and W/we agreed that it was. Celeste looked deep into slave’s eyes, looking for what i couldn’t tell. There seemed to be no recrimination in her eyes. She looked again before she left.

When Celeste returned to ask about desert, i asked Master if i might be excused to use the restroom. He said yes, so i asked Celeste where the restrooms are. She said she would show me.

W/we went out into the hall and Celeste said, ?There are two downstairs, but there is a small unisex at the other end of this hall. I don’t know which you prefer. I suspect if you go downstairs you might wish some company, no??

i smiled at her and said, ?i think the small upstairs will do perfectly. Thank you so much Celeste.?

?It is my pleasure Miss. May I just say that you are either very brave or very crazy, Miss??

i confess i giggled a little, ?i am probably more than a little bit crazy and very, very much in love.?

?Well, Miss odalisque, i would hope to know such intense love some day, but i would also hope to be able to find a more conventional way to demon-strate it.?

W/we both giggled and i made slave’s way to the bathroom. As Celeste had said, it was small. i locked the door, but then i was not sure if Master would approve so i unlocked it.

i removed the vibrator, quiet now, did what i went to do and replaced the vibrator. i was just drying slave’s hands after washing them, when the door opened. i jumped a little at the noise.

?Oh my!!? A man in his early seventies, i would guess, was standing holding the door open. ?My dear young woman, what seems to be the problem?? He seemed a sweet gentleman who might be cast as the adorable grandfather in a sentimental Hollywood movie.

?i am sorry Sir, i was just finishing and i guess the door wasn’t locked.?

?No, it decidedly was not, and I apologize for the intrusion, but you’re not dressed.? He stared at slave’s body rather brazenly.

?No Sir. Master enjoys looking at His slave’s body, and showing it to others.?

?W? we?well, I can certainly understand why he enjoys looking at you, I would probably never take my eyes off of you, but I’m not sure I would be quite so liberal as to share you with others. If I may ask, where are you going from here??

?Oh, just back to O/our dining room. Good night Sir.?

?Uh, good, yes, uh, good night my dear.?

i squeezed past him and walked back to O/our dining room. At the door, i looked back to see the gentleman still holding the door and still staring at me, very sweetly.

i must have had a smile on slave’s face, because when i walked in Master asked, ?Another of your ‘encounters’, o??

?Just a charming older gentleman who said he would never take his eyes off of me, and was as good as his word.?

The vibrator sprang back to life but at a manageable pace.

Celeste came a few minutes later with some incredibly decadent looking desserts for Steph and Scott, and sorbet for Master and me.

After serving the dessert, Celeste said, ?A man in one of the other rooms asked me to verify for his wife that there is, in fact, an ‘exceedingly gorgeous woman’, his words, wandering around the restaurant wearing nothing but high heeled boots.?

W/we laughed and Stephanie asked, ?What did you tell the wife??

?I told her that there was a woman dining with us who is wearing only boots, but she is not exactly ‘wandering around the restaurant’, and the woman’s husband must have met her on her way to or from the loo.

?Then the wife said, ‘Did you put her up to this Richard? You and your damn jokes, which, most times, aren’t very funny.’? I confess I left it at that. I hope I didn’t leave the poor man in too much trouble.?

Master settled the bill and asked Celeste which room the couple was in.

?Second door on the left.?

?Thank you.? Master picked up His end of the leash and pulled slave’s chair back so that i could stand. ?I think it only polite that you say goodbye to your new friend, o.? The egg in slave’s sex was on again at a quite noticeable pace.

Steph and Scott led the way out of the room and down the hall. Celeste followed close behind Master and me. At the second door on the left Master knocked softly, opened the door and pulled me, by the leash, into the doorway.

?Good night Richard Sir. It was very nice to meet you.? Master pulled on His leash and led me out of the open doorway. Celeste closed it and started to giggle as W/we walked.

?You could have driven a truck into that poor woman’s mouth.? Celeste whispered softly. ?I’ve never seen anyone so flabbergasted. I’m sure she will have some apologizing to do to her husband. Good night you guys, I hope to see you again, soon.?

Master said good night and indicated that Steph and Scott should go down the stairs first, which they did. After increasing the action of the egg to just barely sufferable, Master followed them with me at His side holding on to His arm out of affection and to keep from collapsing.

Slave’s legs felt like the spaghetti Scott had for dinner. i knew W/we were going to walk out into a crowded room and walk the more than fifty feet with a bar/cocktail lounge on one side and a restaurant on the other. i was going to be naked except for the knee-high, high-heeled boots and with Master’s leash attached to slave’s collar.

And that egg doing its best/worst to drive me crazy (okay, crazier)

i could feel slave’s breathing getting quicker and shallower as W/we got to the bottom step. i was feeling very lightheaded. Slave’s eyes were tearing so that i could not see very clearly. i could make out that Steph and Scott had gotten quite a ways ahead of U/us, almost to the front door.

They turned and waited and watched as i slogged toward them. i felt as if i was walking through three-foot thick mud against a forty mile per hour wind. i heard voices but few words. i saw a couple of people in the bar stand up, i suppose to get a better view. slave’s head began to swim. i felt on the verge of bawling, vomiting, or fainting or all three. It took all slave’s strength to stay on slave’s feet. 

i did manage to hear one voice quite clearly say, ?There she is and she‘s still nude.?

i leaned toward Master and pleaded, ?May Your slave please cum Master??

?you may o.?

i needed to ask, but i was hoping to be able to make it through the doors to the outside before giving in to slave’s carnal needs. But when W/we finally reached Emilio at his dais, Master stopped, ?Emilio, thank you so much for your hospitality. I do very much appreciate it.?

?The pleasure is mine, Steven, but not mine alone I’m sure.? He made a sweeping gesture toward the diners. ?The word got around so fast the last time miss o visited au natural that we were booked solid for weeks with people hoping to see your beautiful odalisque. To some I actually felt that I had to apologize for her not being here.?

Please Master, i know you are just being polite and all, but i am standing next to you naked, and collared, and leashed, and on the verge of another huge orgasm, can we just go home now? Of course, i didn’t say that, but, oh, how dearly i wanted to.

As Master and Emilio chatted, i looked at Steph and Scott; he was looking at me and she was looking at the ?audience?. i could see her look from person to person at the reaction of each diner.

Celeste now joined U/us and leaned toward me and asked, ?Is it like this whenever your Master takes you out??

?Yes, Mistress Celeste, pretty much, more or less, like this.? i could barely make slave speak. i felt as if i needed every bit of oxygen to stay conscious.

?But it is so incredibly intense, don’t you just feel like you are going to go ballistic? I feel like I can hardly stand it, and I’m normal. Oh, uh, I’m so sorry, but you know what I mean.?

?Yes, Mistress, i know what you mean.? Breathe, inhale, breathe, inhale, breathe. i felt like i had to remind slave to breath to keep from fainting. ?It is almost unbearably concentrated sometimes, and there have been times when i thought that slave’s head would almost literally explode. i felt as if slave’s mind was being overloaded with all this emotional data that i could not possibly process, but i have always survived. So far.?

After hours (actually minutes, or maybe seconds, i’m not sure) Emilio walked U/us toward the door and again thanked U/us for dining in his restaurant. Before W/we got to the door i was overwhelmed by slave’s second orgasm of the night. i bit slave’s lower lip to stifle the scream, but the moans still escaped. Then i completely collapsed. i was literally hanging from Master’s arm by slave’s arms with slave’s knees bent. If i had not held tightly to Master’s arm i would surely have crumpled all the way to the floor.

?Is Miss o alright Steven? A little too much vino? Does she need some water or coffee?? Through slave’s fog Emilio sounded sincerely concerned.

?Just a little too much excitement I think Emilio. I’m sure a little night air is all she needs. Thank you again for a wonderful evening. Celeste you were brilliant.?

As Master and Celeste helped me to stand on slave’s own, i realized that i had bitten slave’s lip hard enough to draw blood. Just outside the door Celeste kissed slave’s cheek and whispered, ?I hope to see you again very soon.?

On O/our way to Master’s car, W/we passed a couple going into the restaurant. The man said in a booming voice, ?Oh, crap, I hope that doesn’t mean we missed the floor show. You’re right, Hon, I think I am really going to like this place? a lot.?

?Oh, shut up Doug, she couldn’t have come from the restaurant.? Her voice sounded as if she was absolutely, positively, unmistakably certain.

Master drove U/us home and invited Steph and Scott in for a nightcap.

i got out of the car and took slave’s position on the front porch with Steph. Scott went with Master into the house to open the door and admit U/us.

W/we went into the great room and i took orders for drinks. Master, Scott and i had Port, Steph decided she would drive home so she had a lemonade; A little too late to qualify as a designated driver, i’m sure.

Scott and Steph sat on the leather couch, Master sat in one of the leather recliners. i knelt next to Master. He put His arm around slave’s neck and shoulder resting His hand on slave’s breast, caressing it softly.

?Well Stephanie, was your reunion all that you hoped?? Master had a bit of a giggle in His voice. Okay, Master’s don’t giggle, but you know what i mean.

?Oh my gawd, Steven. I have to confess, I think I would have been bored to death if odalisque hadn’t been there, but oh? my? gawd.

?I don’t know how you did it o. I know that I would have gone insane, honestly, truly, certifiably insane, trying to walk through that room filled with all your, our, classmates, and you totally nude and on Steven’s leash. Then, standing at the doors to Emilio’s and having an orgasm right in front of Emilio and everyone. I’m not sure Emilio even realized what had happened.

?Is this the most challenging thing Steven has required you to do? I mean, like, what could be worse, er, uh, harder??

?Wow, i don’t know Mistress Stephanie. When i’m doing them, each challenge seems like the most demanding, but when i have survived them, they all seem kind of, dare i say, okay. Tomorrow morning i will wake up and think ‘What was so tough about last weekend?’

?But the next time Master walks me naked on His leash, I’m sure I will have that same lightheaded, sick-to-slave’s-stomach, ready-to-faint feel-ing.?

?Which part of the weekend stands out the most for you, o??

i took some time to consider. ?This may sound kind of weird, Mistress Stephanie, but i think the most remarkable part of the weekend was when that couple asked if they had seen Master and me at the winery in Sonoma so many months ago. i guess i always think of things like this weekend as moments that come and go and are forgotten. Yet this couple only saw U/us for minutes, those many months ago, and yet remembered so very much about the encounter.

?i thought that Danny’s girlfriend was being kind of catty when she said people who met me wouldn’t forget me, and yet here was an example.

?It makes me wonder how much of this year’s reunion people might remember if W/we were to go to the next reunion. And it makes me question if Master might feel compelled to give them something to top this weekend. i can’t even imagine what that might be, but i wouldn’t be surprised if Master could think of something.?

?And you’d do it, wouldn’t you; Whatever it is?? Steph wasn’t really asking a question; she knew the answer.

?Of course, Mistress Stephanie, i would try to do it; Just as long as i love Master, and He wants me.?