It all started with a late registration to a work conference. The hotel hosting my conference was completely booked by the time I registered, forcing me to frantically search for another nearby hotel. As fortune would have it, there was one just a block away that had an opening, so I jumped on it and made the reservation. Little did I know how that reservation would have a lasting effect on me.
The time came for my conference, and my company is always kind to allow us to take a full week when the conference only lasts part of the week. Needless to say, I was looking forward to a few days of relaxation and perhaps a little pampering after the conference ended that Wednesday. While the hotel hosting the conference had a wonderful pool and spa, the one I was staying at appeared to have comparable amenities, at least based on their website. So I packed my professional attire for Monday through Wednesday, and my pool and nightlife attire for Wednesday night through Saturday.
When I arrived on Monday morning to check in, I happened to notice a schedule placard near the check-in desk that indicated "Regional Bond-Con" was happening at the hotel Tuesday through Saturday. I had never heard of a "Bond-Con" and assumed it was something associated with the James Bond movies. I did make a mental note to perhaps check it out after my convention was over. I got through the check-in process, settled into my room and then made my way over to my work conference for the opening session and mixer afterwards.
The evening went well, as I reconnected with several associates from previous conferences and was able to network with ease. As the evening wound down, I returned to my hotel. I noticed the main conference room doors were slightly ajar, so I decided to steal a peek at that the "Bond-Con" setup looked like. Expecting to see all kinds of spy gadgetry and perhaps a cool car or two, I was quite shocked to see what looked like a massive sex dungeon filling the room. There were devices and apparatuses that I had only ever seen on certain risque websites, and some I had never seen before. But beneath my shock, I realized that I was becoming somewhat aroused at the sight. However, my view abruptly ended when someone inside the room pulled the doors shut completely, preventing me from any further perusal.
My mind racing, I made my way from the conference room to the elevators and then to my room. Alone in my room, I fell down on the bed and gave into my arousal and began to rub myself vigorously, not even bothering to undress. My dampness easily soaked through my lacy panties and through my dress, my hand quickly becoming damp and sticky as I orgasmed with a long, guttural groan. Spent, my heart racing and my pussy quite literally quivering, I closed my eyes and started to dream of the devices and apparatuses I saw in the room several floors beneath me.
I woke the next morning, my dress clinging to my body, my sheets still damp beneath me. I got up, peeled my dress off of my body, along with my bra and panties, and got into the shower, my thoughts still drifting to the conference room as my hand drifted to my pussy. My middle finger slipped easily between my folds as my thumb rested on my clit. Swirling my finger around inside me as I swirled my clit around with my thumb quickly brought on another shuddering orgasm, though not nearly as body-shaking as the one the night before. But it was enough to take the edge off and help me refocus on my business for the day. I finished my shower, dried off, and got dressed - choosing a silk blouse and slacks with heels for the day - a look that combined business with an understated hint of sexiness. Taking one last look in the mirror and satisfied with my appearance, I headed to my conference, purposely opting to exit from the side exit rather than pass the conference room again.
The conference went on as expected, but I found my thoughts continuing to drift back to the conference room in my hotel. My state of distraction must have been more noticeable than I realized, as my friend Becca approached me during one of the breaks asking me what I was daydreaming about. I tried to brush it off, saying I was thinking about my kids or some other benign thing, but she wasn’t buying it. Every break we had she pressed on about what was consuming my thoughts. Her persistence finally wore me down and I told her about the conference going on at my hotel and what I had seen in the conference room. She was clearly surprised at my confession, yet I could also tell she was equally curious as well, so we decided to skip the mixer that evening and instead have drinks at the lounge in my hotel.
The lounge had a clear view of the conference room where “Bond-Con” was commencing. It also allowed us to watch the attendees coming and going, many dressed in leather and PVC outfits, as well as lingerie and body paint that left little to the imagination. I was honestly surprised at how sexy many of the attendees were, my stereotypes shattered in an instant. Becca also seemed to be surprised and intrigued. At one point she jokingly said we should slip into the conference room just to see what it was like. The bartender overheard her suggestion and told us that attendance required an invitation, which seemingly put a stop to any plan to get into the room. Becca and I chatted for a while longer until we finished our drinks. I put the bill on my room tab and we called it a night.
Wednesday was the final day of my convention, and again the day went by without anything of significance occurring. Becca and I had already decided to have dinner together that evening, and when the convention ended, I quickly returned to my room to change for dinner. However, when I entered my room, I found a package waiting for me on the bed. I opened the attached envelope and found two invitations to Bond-Con, and a handwritten note that read…
“I understand you and your friend are interested in joining our little soirée. Therefore you are cordially invited to attend, but you will be required to wear only what I’ve provided for you both. This invitation terminates by 7:00 PM this evening. I expect to see you soon.”
It was signed by someone calling himself Master of the House. I read through the invitation two more time just to make sure I wasn’t misreading, and then I called Becca and told her to come over to my room as soon as possible. Bu the time she arrived, it was 6:15. I showed her the invitation and the unopened package still laying on my bed. Becca picked up the package and told me to open it. Nervously, I opened the package, revealing a two fishnet dresses, one red and the other white. There were also two sets of fishnet stockings and two pairs of 4-inch heels, also in red and white. The white dress had a tag with my name on it, with Becca’s name on the red dress. There was another note inside the package that reminded us that we were to only wear what was in the package and nothing else - no jewelry, no panties and no bra. There were also two black tags with each outfit that we were instructed to give to the person at the door with the invitation.
We stared at the dresses, and then at each other, both of us shocked and yet clearly excited by what was left in my room. I looked at the clock and realized we had only 20 minutes to arrive. We opened the minibar and each quickly downed a small bottle of liquid courage before stripping out of our outfits and slipping on the fishnet dresses. My heart was racing as I got dressed, and I could tell Becca was equally nervous and excited. We took one last look at ourselves in the mirror, quickly confirming that the dresses did nothing to hide our breasts or our naked pussies. That did bring a moment of hesitation, but Becca nudged me towards the door and we took off.
I was relieved to find the elevator empty when the doors opened, and equally relieved to find the lobby and lounge relatively empty as well as we made our way to the conference room. I glanced at the clock in the lobby as we passed, seeing the time reading 6:59. With only a moment to spare, we handed the invitation and the black tags to the large, muscular gentleman manning the door. He looked the invitation over, then looked us over, before opening the door. He instructed us to take a seat just to the left of the entrance, pointing out two rather ornate chairs set apart from the others.
We took our seats as instructed, noticing many of the people in attendance watching us, whispering. I started to feel a little uncomfortable and could tell Becca was feeling the same, when I looked over and saw the bartender from the lounge approaching. He was dressed in a black suit, black dress shirt and black silk tie. I hadn’t truly noticed the night before but he was a strikingly handsome man. He stopped just before us, smiled, and introduced himself as the Master of the House. He explained that he was, in essence, the host of Bond-Con, and having heard our conversation at the bar, decided to invite us to join.
He gave us a brief explanation of the BDSM lifestyle, sharing general descriptions regarding the roles of Dominants and submissives. He continued to share that because of our lack of experience, we would be expected to take on the roles of submissive, but we would be under his supervision and protection at all times. He also indicated that the black tags we handed over would determine which of us would be the Alpha Sub and which would be the Beta Sub. He shared that the Beta Sub would have no privileges and must obey any and all orders from himself as well as anyone he permitted to take control, including the Alpha Sub. The Alpha Sub took orders only from himself and was his exclusive property for the duration of the convention. He also shared that penetrative intercourse would be prohibited during the convention, but oral sex was permitted at anytime, and that we would be expected to engage in such activities when instructed to do so. He then gave us 5 minutes to decide if we wished to stay or if we wanted to leave.
Becca and looked at each other and discussed our options. Admittedly, I was scared, but I couldn’t hide my excitement. While I had a few trysts in my life, nothing I had experienced came close to the potential of what I was facing. Becca admitted a similar level of fear and excitement. I grabbed her hand as we told the Master of the House that we agreed to his terms. Smiling, he extended his hand with the two black tags, and instructed us to choose. Becca selected hers and I took the remaining tag. Master snapped his fingers and a beautiful redhead approached, wearing only a thick black collar and leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles she carried a silver tray with a two black leather collars, two pendants, a single ring gag and a small flashlight.
Master instructed the redhead to place the collars on Becca and me. As she did so, Master took the flashlight, which was actually a black-light, and shone it onto the black tags we were holding. As the black-light covered Becca's tag, the letter 'A' appeared under the purplish glow. My tag revealed the letter 'B' under the light. We quickly surmised that Becca was now designated as the Alpha Sub while I was now relegated to the role of Beta Sub. Master picked up the pendants which we could now see had the letters 'A' and 'B' engraved on them, and attached the pendants to our respective collars. He then retrieved the ring gag and handed it to Becca, ordering her to put it on me. I was a little alarmed and confused as to why I had to wear a ring gag while Becca did not, Master sensed my confusion and explained that as the Beta Sub, I was not permitted to speak, and that my mouth was only to serve the purpose of providing oral stimulation. To drive his point home, he instructed Becca to order me to my knees while she fed Master's cock to me.
Becca looked at me with a mischievous smile as she placed her hands on my shoulders and gently pushed down until I dropped to my knees. She then lowered the zipper on Master's pants, reached in and released his rather magnificent cock. It was fully erect, at least 8 inches in length and quite thick. Becca aimed the head of Master's cock towards the ring gag in my mouth, while placing her other hand on the back of my head and pushing my face to meet it. Before I could make a sound, Master's cock was slipping through the ring gag and filling my mouth. I gagged a little as I felt the head of his cock begin to press against the back of my throat. I then felt Master place his hands on either side of my head as he slowly began to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. It was only then that I realized that a small crowd had gathered to watch as Master fucked my face. I immediately felt humiliated, yet also realized how incredibly aroused I was, not only because of the thick cock filling my mouth, but because I recognized that having so many watching me on display like this actually turned me on in ways I could never have imagined.
After several minutes, Master's cock erupted in my mouth, and his seed quickly filled my mouth. He told me to swallow ever drop and to not waste any of his seed. I swallowed as much as I could as quickly as I could, but simply could not keep up. Some of his cum escaped my lips and dripped down my chin and cheeks. I looked up and could see Master's look of disappointment as he shook is head. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of my hair, then lifted me up from my knees until I was standing before him. He told me that there were consequences to wasting his seed, and led me to a leather bench, where he had me bend over it, securing my ankles on one side of the bench, then my wrists on the other side. He then lifted my dress up, exposing my bare ass. Master then made a loud announcement, telling those gathered that his new slave was to be punished for wasting his seed, and the punishment was five slaps with a paddle. He offered the first four slaps to four volunteers and that he would conclude the punishment with one final slap. I could hear a murmur from the crowd behind me as I braced myself for my punishment. Without warning, the first slap was delivered, the paddle crashing against my bare ass, sending shockwaves through my body. Seconds later, the second slap was administered, followed in slow succession by the third and fourth. My ass was on fire and my legs were shaking when I heard the crowd begin to cheer as Master positioned himself behind me. I felt his hand rubbing my ass, squeezing my ass cheeks possessively. Then, suddenly, his hand left my ass cheeks, and I heard the swoosh of the paddle as it cut through the air and landed squarely on my ass. I groaned loudly through the ring gag as tears began to well up in my eyes. I was thankful that my punishment was over.
Master ordered Becca to release my wrists and ankles, which she did without hesitation. Master then attached leashes to our respective collars and led us through the conference room until we came to what could only be described as an throne on an elevated platform along the rear wall of the room. Master stepped up onto the platform and sat down on the throne, ordering Becca and I to kneel on either side of the throne. The room applauded as he sat, which Master acknowledged with a simple wave of his hand, the gesture causing the audience to return to their activities. As I looked around the room, Master explained to Becca and I that during the convention hours, we were expected to be collared and leashed at all times. However, when the convention was not in session, our time was our own unless Master called on us. We simply nodded our understanding and agreement.
I noticed the clock at the far side of the room. Only an hour had passed since we entered the room, yet if left like a lifetime. I then realized that the direction of my life had taken a turn, one that frightened me yet clearly unearthed something dwelling deep inside me, something desperate to get out. I knew things would never be the same for me, and I could only imagine what adventures laid in store for me in the days ahead.
