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Tuesday
slave awoke before Master and showered and applied color to mouth and nipples/areoles. Master awoke as i was walking back into the bedroom. He told me what to order for breakfast while He showered. Master was still brushing His teeth when Room Service knocked on the door.
“Let them in o. Just write the tip on the bill and sign it.”
“But Master…” The second knock startled me, and made me realize that i was about to argue with Master, which, i have been trained, is never a good idea.
i went to the door and opened it. This time, the room service man was not quite so calm. i had the distinct impression that it was not a common occurrence to be greeted at the door by a naked, collared slave.
“Uh…room service, Ma'am”
“Please come in.”
He rolled the cart past me asking where i wanted it set up. i told him.
Before room service finished setting up, Master came out of the bathroom wearing His robe. He walked over to slave and put His arm around slave's naked waist. It is funny, i knew, very well, that i was naked in front of this man, but somehow the feel of Master's hand, on the skin of slave's hip, emphasized it. i could feel slave's whole body flush another degree. The man looked up, smiled and handed Master the bill and a pen.
At Master's command, i showed the waiter to the door, and thanked him. As he left, the man wished us a wonderful day. i was inclined to think “challenging” might be more appropriate; for me, at least. It was only Tuesday morning and already i had been displayed totally naked to another complete stranger. “Challenging”, yes that was the word.
After finishing breakfast, Master called to have His car brought to the lobby door.
Master dressed in slacks, a shirt, open at the neck, and a sports coat. He gave his slave 3-inch platform mules to wear. i looked to be sure that i had not missed where Master had laid slave's clothes for the day. There were no clothes laid out.
“Are you ready, o?” i knew that Master was not really asking if i was ready, he was waiting for a reaction from His slave.
Slave's heart was trying to burst out of slave's chest, again. i could hardly hear slave's own voice over the pounding of slave's heart in slave's ears. “i hope i will be warm enough Master.” i said, hoping that i had the correct amount of levity in slave's voice.
“I'm sure you will be warm enough, o. W/we are going wine tasting in the Napa Valley and it is almost always warmer there, than in the City.” That said, He went to the door and opened it, waiting for His slave to follow.
i did follow, as well as slave's legs would allow. i was thinking, this is only the fourth full day of slave's test/graduation, and Master is going to take me through the hotel lobby, and wine tasting in Napa , utterly naked . What could the last day possibly have in store?
Master took slave's hand and led me to the elevator. Mercifully, W/we encountered no one on O/our way down the hall. It took moments for the elevator to arrive, during which time i was imagining the doors opening to a dozen people staring at Master's naked slave. Finally the doors did open, and the car was empty. So far i had been very fortunate, but i knew that there was no way the lobby of the hotel was going to be deserted.
As the elevator descended, Master reached into his coat pocket and removed a dress. The fact that it fit into His pocket should suggest how light and sheer the material is, but it was a dress. It has a faint floral print on a black background and buttons down the front with a half-dozen or so black buttons.
“Put this on o, but leave the top two and bottom two buttons open because you will be removing it before you enter the car. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master.” i was to be almost naked walking through the lobby but the operative word was almost . i put the dress on and had just buttoned the three buttons when the elevator stopped at the 4 th floor. Two couples joined us in the car. The elevator doors opened, at the lobby floor, the two ladies stepped out, and Master and the two men, waited for me to exit. The women turned and stared as i walked out. One whispered something to the other, but i couldn't hear.
Walking across the lobby, i was very conscious of people staring, and not exactly pointing, but very nearly. Master's car was waiting at the door. The door man opened the passenger-side door. i stepped forward so that the car door was between the lobby windows and me. i unbuttoned the three buttons, removed the dress, handed it to Master, and sat on the cool leather seat. After a considerable pause, the valet/doorman closed the door with a huge smile on his face, and, i bet, but did not see, a slight bulge in his pants.
Master walked around the rear of the car and entered the driver's side. He started the car and W/we were on our way to Napa .
Riding through the streets, naked, is not a new experience. During slave's training, i was required to be naked in Master's car, but it was always at night. Now i am expected to almost always be naked when riding in Master's car. Master's car has a huge windshield, and a sunroof, so i am very much in a fish bowl. It was a glorious day so the windows were open, as well as the sunroof.
i am, actually, surprised by the number of people who do not notice Master's naked slave. There were, to be sure, those who did notice. One woman was crossing in the crosswalk directly in front of U/us when she looked in the car. She stopped dead, and grabbed the arm of her friend to point out the collared, naked slave. They stood, stared and talked until the signal changed, and they had to retreat back to the curb from which they started.
i asked Master if i might suck His wonderful cock and He said i may. For about an hour, i had Master's beautiful cock in slave's mouth. i just love feeling His velvety smooth cock slipping in and out of slave's mouth. i was enjoying it so much that i did not even realize when the car had stopped, and Master had turned the engine off.
“o, W/we're here.” Master said. i reluctantly put Master's cock back into His trousers and zipped the zipper. Master got out of the car, and came around to open the door for His slave. i exited His car. He handed me the dress and instructed me to put it on and button the same three buttons. It was only after i had done so, that i realized W/we were not alone in the parking lot. There were two other couples who were getting out of a car, and watched as i put the dress on. They seemed to be talking about me as they passed Master's car, but i didn't hear the words. Both the two men, and the two women, smiled at me as they passed.
The parking lot was at a sparkling wine winery that has a very fine restaurant. Master had made reservations, but W/we were a little early, so W/we wondered around the beautiful gardens. In the reflection of the windows of the gift shop, winery-tour “staging area”, i could see, clearly, that i was wearing nothing under the dress. i knew, if i can see that in a window reflection, it is much more apparent to an actual observer.
As if i needed any additional evidence, a couple came out of the gift shop, obviously, just far enough to get a good look at me; to be sure they were seeing what they thought they saw through the windows.
The woman said, a little too loudly, i thought, “She has a great body, but what a bimbo.”
Her male companion said, “She has a fantastic body, so why hide it?”
To which the woman said, “She definitely isn't hiding it; And don't get any ideas, Jim.” And she turned to go back into the gift shop.
When it was time, Master led slave into the restaurant. It has a large “lobby” with harvesting, crushing, and other wine-related photos on the walls, a couch, and a half- dozen chairs, for those who did not make reservations. The hostess smiled broadly as W/we approached. “I saw you outside; I was hoping you would be joining us for lunch.”
“Thank you.” Master said, giving His name, “I believe I have a reservation for a table with a garden view.”
“Yes, sir, and it is such a lovely day for eating outside. Please follow me.” The hostess led us to a table for two which looked out on the garden filled with beautiful, fragrant flowers, ferns, and a large lawn.
“You are the first, so you may have any table you like, but this is my favorite.”
“This will do very nicely, thank you.” Master said to the hostess as He pulled the chair out for me. i pulled the hem of the dress up so that slave's bare ass sat on the chair. The hostess had an enormous smile on her face as she wished U/us a pleasant lunch, and returned to her station. i had the distinct impression that she was familiar with O/our lifestyle, if not actually a part of it.
Lunch was mostly uneventful. The servers seemed, as usual, a little overly attentive, but i was coming to expect that. When the sommelier brought and poured the sparkling wine, he took extra time to explain “the tinier the bubbles, the better the wine” but his eyes never seemed to wander away from slave's breasts. The waitress seemed more captivated by slave's collar and cuffs.
W/we lingered over lunch, and wine, for almost two hours. The restaurant had filled to capacity. After O/our espresso, Master paid the bill and i asked if i may use the restroom. Master stood and came around to slide slave's chair as i stood. He led slave to the nice hostess who now shared duties with another young woman. The lobby seats were all taken, and a few people were standing while they waited for a vacant table.
“Would you be kind enough to direct odalisque to the ladies room, please?” Master asked of the girl who seated us.
i think Master would have been satisfied if she had pointed, or given me directions, but she stepped around her desk saying, “Of course. Follow me, please.”
Before i took a step Master said, “o, when you return, i want you attired to ride in the car.”
i turned to look back at Master, hoping the terror i felt didn't show on slave's face. i said “Yes, Master.” in a voice that, probably, only Master and the two hostess' could hear.
The ladies' room was down a hall of about twenty feet and to the right about ten more feet. As the hostess walked with me, she said, “May I ask you what may be too personal a question?” Slave's mind was reeling so, from what Master had said, that slave's voice seemed to come from some distant place. i managed to say “Of course.”
“You are a real-life slave, aren't you?
She pulled the door open and followed me into the room as i said, “i am Master's slave, yes.”
Her smile lit up her face, and seemed to brighten the powder room, as well. “Oh god, I knew it, I just knew it. He called you “o”, like ‘The Story of O'? That is totally my favorite book in all the world. What did he mean by ‘being attired to ride in his car'?”
i looked at her sweet, seemingly innocent, face, and said, “slave is expected to be naked when riding in Master's car.” That wiped the smile from her face, and replaced it with a look of shock.
“But he can't expect you to walk out there naked, can he?” she gasped, the incredulity obvious in her voice.
“i'm afraid He can, and even more afraid that He does. What is slave's name? i'm sorry, i'm a little distracted, i mean what is your name?” slave's mind was working on too many things at once. i was thinking about walking back into that foyer stark naked, or disobeying Master, and the consequences of that, and trying to talk to this very nice young woman.
“My name is Teresa. You aren't going to do it, are you?”
“i am, if I can.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked, with a great deal of anxiety in her voice.
“i am sure that i do not want to do this, but i have no choice.” i heard me trying to convince Teresa, and slave. “If i do not do this, i will be punished dreadfully, but even more importantly, i will have disappointed Master. Teresa, i know that you don't know me, but may i ask you to help me?” Slave's mouth was bone dry and i could hardly speak. slave's tongue was sticking to the roof of slave's mouth.
“I will, if I can, o.” she said.
“Thank you. I've got to hurry; i don't want Master to think that i am balking. May i ask you to take slave's dress back and give it to Master? Then, He will know that i am complying and it will make it impossible for me to chicken out.”
i thought it might be too much to ask this stranger, but, right away, she said, “I will, if you're way sure that is what you really want, o.”
i unbuttoned the three buttons, disrobed and handed the dress to Teresa, “Yes, please, Teresa, it will help so much.” i was trying very hard not to cry.
She took the dress, stared for a moment at slave's naked body, and turned toward the door. As she left she said, “Good luck, o!”
i was so mortified, i could only barely do what i went there to do. When i finished, and washed slave's hands, i took a deep breath, and opened the door. There in front of me was a woman about to enter the restroom. “Oh, dear lord!” she said as she took a step back.
i remembered what Master had told me in training, “When you are naked, act just as you would clothed. How other people deal with your nakedness is the other person's problem, not yours.”
i pushed the door fully open, and said, in as calm and strong a voice as i could muster, “i am so sorry, i didn't mean to startle you.”
“But you're nude.” The woman almost shouted it, or so it seemed to me.
“Yes, Mistress, i know.” i said, and turned to make slave's long walk back to the foyer. slave's legs felt, at the same time, as if they were made of cement, they felt so heavy, and yet they seemed to have the rigidity of rubber-bands. i wanted to just run to the foyer and straight out the door, but Master spent a great deal of time training slave in the correct length steps to take, and the correct pace at which to take them.
i turned left and started down the longer corridor. It could never be long enough, as it was the only thing between this naked, collared slave, and about two dozen staring eyes. When i reached the end of the hall, i saw Teresa, the sweet hostess, standing at her desk, and Master beyond, holding slave's dress. i felt as if i was running a fever of 150 degrees. slave's body felt like it was on fire. i was sure that everyone could hear slave's heart pounding, and see the perspiration that must have been forming on slave's body.
It only took a moment for every eye in the foyer to be riveted on me. Teresa turned, and came over toward me as i walked toward Master. It took me a moment to realize that she was staying between me and the people seated, waiting, in the reception area. Master took slave's hand and led me toward the door.
Teresa leaned toward me, and whispered, “You are sooooo brave, o.” W/we reached the doors, Master opened one, and Teresa opened the other, saying in a strong, full voice, “Thank you for dining with us. I hope you will join us again, soon.” Those were pretty much the only words i heard as a sentence. Back in the lobby i did pick up a few isolated words mostly like “cheap”, “sexy”, “tramp”, “hot”, “whore”, and the like.
Outside, Master led me to His car, but before W/we got there slave's legs just gave out. i had to grab Master's arm to keep from collapsing onto the gravel path. “you did very well, odalisque. it will get easier with practice.”
“Oh, Master, i hope so. i think that was the most difficult thing i have ever done.”
“So far, odalisque… so far.” Master said it with a very distinct twinkle in His eyes.
W/we passed one couple before W/we reached Master's car. They were quite young. They seemed too young even to sample the wine, and they both just laughed, giggled, really, either out of nervousness or… well, i don't know why, but they just giggled, stopped, turned, and watched until i was seated in Master's car.
“i am going to give you the benefit of the doubt, o, and assume that you did not conspire with the hostess to walk you to the door as she did.”
“Oh, no, Master, i didn't ask her to do that, but it really was quite sweet of her, wasn't it.”
“Yes, o, it was. And you seem to have made another fan. She, too, gave me her name and number. She would like to know more about this ‘real-life version of her favorite literary character'.” Master smiled and started the car.
He drove for a few minutes, and arrived at another sparkling wine winery. This winery has outside tasting on a large patio overlooking one of their vineyards. Master came around to open the door for slave, and handed me the dress as i exited His car.
i put the dress on and buttoned the permitted three buttons. Master took slave's hand, and led me to the patio overlooking the vineyard. He pulled the chair out and i pulled the hem of the dress up and sat down. There were four tables at the very edge of the patio, overlooking the grape plants. O/ours was the only one occupied. i think, because all the other tables, behind, had umbrellas, but the four in front did not. Most of the 20-or-so umbrella-ed tables were in use.
Very shortly, a woman, probably in her sixties, came to the table and asked if W/we had been to the winery before. Master said He had, and asked for the sampling. This winery offers generous samples of three of their sparkling wines so that one may compare them side by side. The lady gave no indication of noticing slave's transparent dress nor the collar and cuffs.
A few minutes later the woman returned with two placemats, six glasses and three bottles of wine. The place mats named the wine we would be sampling, and she set a glass at each name. She began to pour the first. She asked if W/we wanted to hear her “schpeel”, as she called it. Master looked at me, “o?”
“Yes, Master, if You don't mind, i would like to know a little more about the wines.”
Perhaps it was slave's use of the word “Master” that triggered her enhanced attentiveness. Now, i observed her noting slave's collar, cuffs, and the fact that much of slave's dress was unbuttoned.
She, also, told U/us about “the tinier the bubbles…”, and some other things. She mentioned what flavors to look for in each of the three wines. i confess i could not identify many of them, though one glass was quite appley.
When she had poured all three glasses of both sets, she left us. Moments later she returned with a small basket of crackers and some napkins. She dropped a pen at slave's side, and as she picked it up, she whispered in slave's ear, “Are you okay, young lady?”
i looked at her and said, “I beg your pardon, Mistress?”
“Are you here of your own free will?” she whispered.
i turned to look in her eyes and said, “Oh, i am very much okay, but it is extremely kind of you to be concerned; i do appreciate it.”
With that, she stood up and apologized, explaining that she is a recently retired school teacher, and, in the last few years of her career, she witnessed, and heard of, some very disturbing things. She rambled a little bit, out of embarrassment, i think.
i turned and took Master's arm and said to Him, “Master, this thoughtful lady was kind enough to whisper in slave's ear to be sure that i was okay.”
Master looked at me, and then at Marjorie, (the teacher's name), and said “That is most commendable. What did you tell her o?”
i looked at Master and said, “i told her that i am very much okay.” Then I turned back to Marjorie and said, “Now, i will say that i am Master's slave, but completely by consent, and i have never been happier in slave's life.” i could hardly believe that i said that, but i did, and it felt wonderful.
At that, Marjorie said, “I don't understand it, but you do seem to be okay, in fact, quite happy.” She excused herself and went back to work.
Master offered a toast with the first glass of wine, “To my very precious slave, odalisque. May she continue to please me, as she has so far.”
“i will try to, Master, i promise.”
With that, Master reached over and unbuttoned the remaining three buttons of slave's dress. It fell open at slave's sides. i suspect the people behind noticed no difference, really, but from the front, i was totally naked.
i had another sip of wine, and, as i set the glass on the table, and leaned back in the chair, Marjorie returned with the bill. She looked down at slave's naked body, and half gasped, very teacher-like, “Oh, really, young lady.” She turned and walked away. i had to giggle, she was soooooooo much the teacher. i expected her to return and send me to the principal's office.
When He Finished His wine, Master left some money on the table and rose to pull slave's chair back from the table. He did not tell me to rebutton slave's dress. As i rose, Master slid the dress over slave's shoulders, and off. i could feel the flush engulf slave's body. Master took slave's hand, and W/we turned to walk back to the car. There were about twenty tables between U/us and the walkway to the parking lot, each with two to four people sitting, and sipping wine.
Master let loose of slave's left hand and put his right arm around His slave, resting his hand on the right cheek of slave's ass. He carried slave's dress in His left hand. i was never in the least doubt that i was naked, but, somehow, Master's hand on the bare skin of slave's ass, seemed to shout in slave's head, “you are a naked, collared slave walking among 60, or so, ‘normal', clothed people.”
At first, slave seemed to create total silence among the wine-tasters, then a burst of conversation. Again, slave didn't really hear full sentences, just bits and pieces, like “shameless bitch”, “takes a lota guts”, “what a lucky guy”. One man even reached out and stroked slave's thigh as W/we passed his table. Slave's legs felt like they were boneless, i had to struggle to remain standing, and to keep from crying.
On the path to the parking lot, we passed two couples headed to the tasting patio. One of the men turned to the other, and in a very loud, clear voice said, “I think I'm going to like this place.” One of the women said, “You always did go for the slutty type, Brad.”
There it was again. i had gone 26 years without being called a slut, or anything even close, and now in a few days i've been called a slut repeatedly, and other things just as bad, or worse. i know i am Master's slave, and i am proud to be, but i guess i am a slut, too. i guess i can't say that i am proud of being a slut, but if that's what it takes to make Master happy, i think i can live with it.
When Master opened the car door for His slave, i looked back toward the tasting patio for the first time, and saw a dozen, or more, people standing and watching us. i grabbed the car door to hold slave up, then i let slave collapse onto the car seat.
“You were very good, again, odalisque. i am proud of you.” Master said as He drove out of the parking lot.
“Thank You, Master, but with respect, Sir, it was not any easier this time.” i could hear slave's voice quiver as i spoke.
“Well, then W/we will just have to practice more, won't W/we, o?” Master had a distinct chuckle in His voice.
“As You wish, of course, Master.” i was pretty sure that i would be practicing quite a lot this week, and beyond.
Master drove through a couple of little towns and some lovely vineyards and then to another sparkling wine winery and parked in the lot. This winery is built like a French château, on the crest of a hill, with about a hundred steps to get up to it. Honestly, the waitress told U/us how many, and it was one hundred, or a hundred and a couple, i don't remember exactly.
Anyway, at this winery, there is a large patio around the front and side of the château, with tables for two and four. By now the sun was getting lower in the sky, and i could tell by the reaction of the 25 or 30 wine tasters, as W/we passed them, that slave's dress was very transparent in the afternoon light. But at least i was, again, wearing a dress… so far.
Master made sure that a waitress saw U/us, and then led me around to the patio on the side of the château. There were no other people on the side patio. Our waitress was named Elle. She wasn't as gorgeous as the Elle, but she was quite pretty, a little older than i, and very nice. She explained our options, and Master chose the wine He wanted, and one for me. With the sparkling wine came some crackers and a cream cheese spread; really delicious.
W/we spent most an hour enjoying the wine, crackers, and the beautiful sunny day. Elle asked if W/we wanted anything else. Master declined, so she left the bill. When Elle left U/us, Master reached over, unbuttoned the three buttons and instructed slave to give Him the dress. i stood, stripped, and handed the dress to Master. Apparently, one pays the bill inside the winery, so Master folded the dress, put it in His jacket pocket, and left to pay the bill, instructing His slave to sit, and wait, at the table.
While Master was gone Elle returned. i don't know why, because when she saw me, she said, “Oh my god, are you okay?” i assured her that i was fine, but she never got around to why she had originally returned to the table. “Does he make you wear the collar and cuffs a lot?”
i moved the cuff enough to show Elle the white skin beneath, “Master allows slave to wear His collar and cuffs almost all the time.”
“So you don't work or anything?” Elle was now staring at slave's naked, pieced breasts.
“i don't work. As for anything; i think, after this week, Master will expect His slave to do just about anything and eveything .”
“What do you mean ‘after this week'? What is so special about this week?” Elle hardly let me finish one answer before she had another question.
“Master has spent over six months training me, and the week beginning last Friday is a combination test period and, hopefully, celebration of slave's graduation. If i please Master this week, He will allow me to be His complete, and total slave.” i heard slave saying this, and it sounded pretty bizarre, even to me; i couldn't imagine how it sounded to the waitress.
“Aren't you afraid someone will come around the corner, and see you sitting here nude.” Elle sounded afraid for me.
“i strongly suspect, Elle, that when Master returns, everyone will see His naked slave. i am what Master calls a display slave. He enjoys showing His slave's body.”
“Do you like sitting around in the nude?”
“Master keeps me naked in His home, and in His car. Over the last six months I have probably been clothed only about a cumulative 24 to 48 hours, so i am used to being naked. i am going to get used to being naked in public, or so Master assures me. Right now, the idea scares me, but i know that Master would not let anything bad happen to me. ” i don't know if Elle believed me or not, but i know it is true.
“How did you get into this situ…” Before the waitress could finish, Master turned the corner and said, “It's time to go, odalisque.” He pulled the chair back and i stood, smiling at Elle, who was staring at slave's plucked-bald pubic mound.
i said, “It's been pleasant chatting, Elle.” i don't think she heard, because simultaneously she said, “Dear god, you were right, he's going to parade you in front of all those people.”
Again, Master put his right arm around me, resting His hand on slave's right hip bone. And again, it seemed to accentuate slave's nakedness, or awareness thereof. W/we turned the corner and began to walk between the tables. The experience was very much as before, stunned silence, followed by rapid chatter, and some comments about, and/or directed at, me.
When W/we reached where the 100 steps descend to the parking lot, i felt as if i was going to faint. At the bottom of the steps was a huge tour bus being emptied of its passengers. i looked back to where W/we had come from, and Elle gave me a little wave. Master led me down the stairs. i don't know how many passengers one of those big busses holds, but this one must have been filled to capacity. There seemed to be a hundred people beginning to walk up the steps. Most of them Asian, and, it seemed, every one of them had a camera, or video-recorder, or both.
Going down the steps was extremely difficult, because slave's knees seemed to want to give out with each step. Then the camera-flashes started to flash and the animated chatter, i wanted to turn and run away. This time i could not understand much of what was being said, but i'll bet that whatever the Asian word for “slut” is, was in there somewhere. People were actually shoving each other to get a better camera angle.
On the one hand, i felt completely degraded, tears were welling in slave's eyes, but on the other hand, i felt kind of like a movie star or something. i suppose a porno-movie star, but still… i rather expect to see a picture of me and Master on some internet site any day now.
When W/we were about half way through the tour group, Master slid His right hand off slave's hip, up slave's body, and cupped slave's right breast. This, of course, precipitated more chatter and more cameras clicking. The crowd seemed to engulf me as W/we walked through it. People were very close, but i don't remember anyone, actually, touching me.
This time i couldn't control the tears. i didn't sob, but i could feel the tears roll down slave's cheeks. That is really about the last i can remember, i think i sort of blacked out. The next clear memory i have is riding in Master's car, with Master's delicious cock in slave's mouth.
Master says slave sort of collapsed at the bottom of the steps. He supported me enough to get to the car. After that, He said, i seemed to be enjoying Master's huge cock enough not to care where W/we were, or where W/we were going.
Master was driving toward the City through the tunnel just before the bridge. This meant that i had been sort of “oblivious” for close to an hour.
Going into the City the bridges charge a toll. Master pulled up to the toll booth and took His wallet from His jacket pocket and handed the bills to the man in the booth who was unashamedly staring at me. Master thanked the man. “No, thank you… both !” the toll-taker was saying as Master pulled away.
Again, slave was riding through the city streets, naked, in Master's car. i could see people point me out to each other, and some just gawked. But, again, i was amazed (but not disappointed) at how many people failed to see me at all. As Master pulled into the hotel garage, He handed me the dress. “Dress outside of the car, odalisque.”
“Yes, Master.” i am learning what to expect.
The doorman seemed to almost race to the car. He opened the door and i exited and began to put the dress on. “Ohhh, my, my, ya'll are certainly a vision, Miss.”
“Thank you, Sir” i said as i buttoned the three buttons permitted by Master.
It is interesting that i have been called a slut, and other degrading, and humiliating things from afar, but most of the people that i have actually spoken with have been quite gracious, and courteous, if not exactly reverential.
Master took slave's hand and led me into the lobby, to the elevators. In the elevator, He unbuttoned the three buttons and slipped the dress over slave's shoulders and off. He stood behind me kneading slave's breasts, and whispered that He was very pleased with slave's performance.
i was hoping that the elevator would go non-stop to Master's floor. Fortunately, it did; Unfortunately, when the doors opened there were two couples waiting to enter. Master guided slave forward saying, “Excuse us, please.” As W/we walked toward Master's room, i heard one of the women say, “Only in San Francisco .” Perhaps she was right.
In Master's room, He repeated how pleased He was by slave's performance this day. As a reward, He would take me to dinner. Master took a butt plug from His accessory case and a little lubricant. Master has trained slave to accept butt plugs, of course, but i had not seen one this big before. At its widest it was even larger than Master's huge cock. After a little lubrication Master inserted it into slave's ass. It filled me, but was not, really, too uncomfortable.
Master then reached around and stroked slave's sex for a moment (all it takes) to make me wet, and inserted the Ben Wah balls. i have become quite responsive to the BenBalls. It is difficult for me to carry them for long without coming to orgasm. In combination with the giant butt plug, i thought it would be impossible not to cum. i could only hope that it was at an appropriate time and place.
Master chose slave's dress for the evening. It is very short, black silk, the front is a wide “V-cut” down to the waist and it is backless. Next to the tube dress, this may be the least revealing attire slave has worn for test/graduation week; but if i “twirled”, the skirt of the dress would plainly reveal slave's lack of underwear and, probably, the plug in slave's ass.
Of course i had forgotten that San Francisco is a city given to sudden bursts of wind.
Master led His slave out to the street. W/we walked a couple of blocks to catch a cable car. W/we stood on the running board, and by the time W/we got off at Fisherman's Warf, slave's dress had been up around slave's waist a couple of dozen times. Fortunately, it always fell back down, as i could not adjust it without Master's approval. A few fellow passengers noticed, but mostly it was the pedestrians, along the way, who enjoyed the view.
The bouncing, and jerking of the cable car helped the BenBalls do their magic. At the Warf, W/we walked for a little while, and i could feel an orgasm building around the BenBalls. i fought it, but i knew the orgasm would win. i heard slave say, “Master, may your slave cum, please.”
“Not yet, o, but soon.”
W/we walked a little longer, and Master must have known that I was just on the verge, “you may cum now, o.” Master said, just as He led His slave into a restaurant.
There was a short line waiting at the Hostess station, so i stood to the side, and rear of Master. Suddenly i heard a loud groan, and realized it was me. i almost doubled over, and moaned, again and again. Slave's legs went soft, as Master supported me and pulled me to the Hostess' desk.
I heard the hostess ask, “Is she okay?”
“she will be just fine in a moment, or two, when she regains her composure; won't you odalisque. I have a reservation for two.” i could hardly hear Master's voice through slave's orgasmic haze. i held onto Master's arm very tightly, in order to stay standing, as W/we followed the hostess to the table. i could feel slave's juices running down slave's thighs. i was vaguely aware of people staring at me.
When Master seated me, i was breathing in rapid, short breathes. In this dress just a flip of the hem allows me to sit bare-assed.
“She seems ill, are you sure she is okay?” The hostess said, staring at the collar, cuffs, and ringed nose, she apparently hadn't noticed before.
“i assure you that she will be just fine. She just has rather powerful orgasms, and needs a moment to recover. Thank you for your concern.” Oh dear god, Master just told this woman that i was recovering from an orgasm.
The Hostess said something like “Holly shit.” and left, not even offering U/us the menus in her hands. In a moment, she returned, and handed U/us the menus, “I'm so sorry, I guess I got a little flustered. Your waiter will be Raul. I hope you enjoy your dinner.”
Master looked over at His slave, “Have you recovered, o?”
“Yes Master, thank you. But may Your slave be excused to clean up a little?”
“you are excused.” He said as He rose to slide slave's chair out so i could stand.
i walked the length of the restaurant, and asked the hostess the location of the women's room. “May I ask, was he serious about you having an orgasm?” the hostess half whispered
i explained slave's position and about the BenBalls, of which she had heard, but not tried. i went to the women's room, removed the BenBalls, relieved slave's bladder and replaced the BenBalls. i cleaned up slave's thighs, splashed a little cold water on slave's face, and refreshed slave's lipstick.
On the way back to Master's table, just as i passed the hostess's desk, the butt plug pinched, or something, and caused kind of a spasm; Or maybe i hadn't replaced the BenBalls properly, because the spasm ejected one of the heavy brass balls. It hit the hardwood floor with a loud “thud”. The Hostess turned and the two of us watched as the ball rolled about ten feet, coming to rest next to a table leg.
i quickly went to retrieve the ball and returned to Master's table. Master stood, pulled the chair out and said, “That was not a very graceful maneuver, replace the ball, odalisque.” i quickly looked around the room, and to slave's relief, saw very few people still watching me. i wanted to beg Master to allow me to wait, or to return to the woman's room, but i remember, too well, the sting of the cane when slave is willful. i placed the ball in slave's mouth, as Master requires, though it was still moist with slave's juices, and slave's sex needed no lubricating. Then, i reached between slave's legs and pushed the ball into slave's sex. The dress is so short, it was not necessary even to raise the hem.
i had no more than finished inserting the BenBall when i heard a deep voice, “Hello, i am Raul, and it will be my pleasure to serve you this evening.” i doubted that his red vest could be any redder than slave's face. He must have been there watching as iI slid the ball deep into slave's sex.
“Be seated o.” Master said.
“Thank you Master.” but it was Raul who held the chair, I flipped the hem of the rear of slave's micro-dress out so slave's bare butt was on the seat of the chair,
Raul looked very intently at slave's collar, cuffs, and the bare skin in the “V” of slave's dress down to slave's waist. “Would you care to begin with a cocktail?” He addressed the question to me but Master answered. The rest of dinner was very pleasant, and relatively uneventful, except for the very attentive service to which i am becoming accustomed.
After dinner, W/we wandered around Fisherman's Wharf, for an hour, or so. i had another orgasm to the awed delight of half a dozen people on the sidewalk around me.
slave's dress was blown up so often that i hardly noticed it by the time Master helped me aboard the cable car. The one exception was while W/we were waiting at the cable car stop, slave's dress blew up, and a man, standing in front of me, stared, and said “Is that pube shaved?” His wife, or whatever, jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow.
Master said, “Answer the gentleman, o.”
i didn't think the man was truly looking for an answer, but i said, “No, Sir. Master requires slave to pluck her pubic hair.” Even in the evening light, i could see that the man and woman were blushing, almost as much a Master's slave.
W/we rode the cable car to the turnaround at the end, and walked back the few blocks to the hotel. As W/we walked through the front doors, i could feel another orgasm building. i thought i could make it to the elevator, so I asked, “May your slave please cum, Master?”
“Yes, o, you may.” Having given permission, Master lead me toward the lounge area W/we were in earlier in the week. The same hostess greeted U/us.
“Good evening. i am glad to see you back.” The hostess said as if she meant it.
Master said, “I thought you didn't work Monday and Tuesday. When I saw you at your post, I thought W/we should have a little evening Port.”
“How nice of you to remember. Yes, I should be off, but Brittany called in sick, so here I am.”
i guess walking up the dozen, or so, stairs had positioned the butt plug and BenBalls just right, because, while Master and Heidi exchanged pleasantries, i just exploded in orgasm. i could not have controlled slave's moans even if i tried to, and, frankly, i didn't try. i held onto Master's arm with one hand, and reached for the hostess' podium with the other, to keep from falling to slave's knees at the top of the stairs. i don't know how many times i moaned but by the time i regained slave's composure, many of the patrons were staring at Master's slave.
“Are you okay, odalisque?” the hostess seemed genuinely concerned.
“Explain to the young lady what your problem is, o.” i couldn't believe that Master was forcing me to interact with this stranger right now. But, i didn't pause long because slave has been well trained in the consequence of disobedience, or even hesitation.
“Yes… Mistress… i am fine. Master gave slave permission to cum and i needed to so badly, but thank you for your concern.” i tried not to speak in a whisper which i knew would displease Master, but i did speak softly.
“Good lord! You just had an orgasm!?” The hostess' tone was not a shout but it sounded like it to me, and it was loud enough that two couples behind U/us obviously heard her. i could hear them talking about me as the hostess led Master and His slave to a table.
When W/we finished our glasses of port, Master pulled the chair back for slave to get up and i saw a rather large wet spot on the seat where slave's bare ass had been. When W/we passed the Hostess, Master said, “odalisque, apologize to the lady for the mess you made.”
i could feel the blood rushing to slave's face again, but, of course, i did not consider disobeying. If you have ever been whipped, or caned, in anger, you know why. “slave is so sorry that i soiled the chair seat, Mistress.” Here i was explaining to this nice girl, about slave's own age, that i had dirtied the seat of the chair with the juices leaking from slave's pussy. i can't even begin to describe the degradation i was feeling.
Her chin did not literally drop, but her expression was obviously one of shock. “Oh, uh, oh, that's, uh, that's alright. I'll, uh, take care of it. I hope we will be seeing you again, odalisque.” She sounded as if she really meant it.
“I'm sure you will. Good night, Heidi.” Master said, as He led His slave to the elevator and instructed me to remove slave's dress. Again, i was fortunate that no one joined U/us on the ride up.
As W/we rode up, He critiqued slave's performance for the day. Master said that slave did quite well, generally, but He did notice some hesitation that He would like to eliminate. i assured Him that i would be much better with practice, and He assured me that He would provide the practice. i had no reason to doubt Him.
Back in Master's room, i oiled Master's gorgeous cock for over forty-five minutes; then i wrote in slave's journal.
Finally, after sucking Master's wonderful cock, and drinking His delicious cum, i slept with His soft, smooth cock in slave's mouth. i have become very proficient at sleeping with Master's cock in slave's mouth, and i love it. i was afraid to try it at first, and i did bite Master a couple of times, for which I was punished, but that was long ago. Now, sometimes I will wake up hours later and Master's wonderful cock will still be in His slave's mouth.
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