I was attending one of the workshops at the fetish convention, sitting in the back of the room when I spot you. The perfect looking Domme dressed in a black leather miniskirt, black sleeveless top with enough buttons undone to show much of your black lacy bra that was just barely covering a pair of ample breasts. Dark silk stockings and stiletto heels topped off with a black military cap completed the look. I know right away I want to take you, make you submit to me. My mind starts to formulate a plan on how to make that happen, and just what I want to do. I was barely listening to the presenter anymore. I was watching you, making sure that you do not see me before I was ready.
When the presentation was done, I slip out during the question and answer session, heading back to my room where I gather a few items and put them in a small bag. I go to the cloak room, chat with the attendant there, work out some details, then check the bag and head back to the classroom. I arrive just as they were finishing and mix in with the crowd as they exit. I follow you to see where you head next and see you go into another presentation.
I take off to check out some other things at the convention, then return to the classroom just as the class was letting out. Staying out of sight, I watch you leave the room and head to the vendor area. I follow you in and wait for my chance. I had come up with a plan, at least a partial plan, but I must somehow get your attention. You are standing at a vendor booth that was selling items made from recycled rubber when you turn and I finally catch your eye. I look directly at you and give a 'come here now’ look and tilt my head indicating the same thing. You just look at me quizzically. I look again and just nod. When you return to looking at the merchandise, I turn around and pretend to look at something in one of the other vendor booths.
When I turn back, you are looking at me again, but have not moved any closer. I stare at you impatiently. I mouth the word “NOW”. You straighten up and walk over to me quickly. A number of people watch you as you walk over.
“Were you talking to me?”
“Yes I was, and you knew that as soon as we locked eyes. I don’t like to be ignored when I call someone.”
In an attempt at sounding assertive, you try to stare me down and say, “What?”
I answer you with a glare that requires no verbal interpretation. With your stiletto heels, we stand nearly eye to eye. You try once again to stare me down. I stand silent, then shrug slightly and slowly begin to turn away as if to say 'fine!'.
I hear you whisper, “Wait.” I stop, turn around and look at you. I tilt my head toward the door, then turn and walk away, this time not stopping. I walk out of the room knowing you are following me and smile to myself. I head to the cloak room where the attendant sees me coming and leaves the room, putting up a sign that says "Back in 30 minutes".
I wonder if you are thinking just what are you doing? After all, you are a Domme, and here you are following someone you have never met before to do god only knows what. I open the door and signal you inside. I notice a few people have followed us at a distance and watch us walk into the cloak room and hear them whispering and pointing in our direction. I see you notice them as well. I only close the bottom half of the door, leaving the top half open for anyone to see what happens next.
By the look on your face, I know you are confused, wondering just what I have planned, what I will do to you. And I know you are wondering if you should just walk away now. But I see the hesitation and as you start to speak, I shake my head and place my finger against your lips. Then I put the tip of my finger against your lips and push them apart, forcing it into your mouth.
You look at me as if to say 'What the fuck?' and start backing away. I stop what I am doing, shrug my shoulders again.
“We can continue or I can stop now… it’s your choice. It is always the subs choice. You know what the event safe word is and if you say it, I will stop immediately. So what will it be?”
I wait a moment and when you don’t leave, I take a small bag from the shelf above the coat rack and set it on a chair, then put two fingers back into your open mouth. I move them in and out, fucking your mouth with them. I see you looking out the door at the people watching. They have been joined by others and have moved a bit closer.
I signal for you to take your top off and you comply without a word. As I watch you take it off, I know now you have taken the first step to turning yourself over to me. Opening the bag, I pull out a small rubber flogger and see your eyes open wide with understanding and fear. You have likely done this to many subs, but have never experienced it yourself. Though a small protest escapes your lips, you still don’t move; make no attempt to back away or leave the room. Several of the people outside the room move even closer.
I undo the clasp on your bra and it falls to the floor. I watch as you shiver, guessing it is more from the knowledge that strangers are seeing you like this and wondering what is coming next as much as it is from the cool air. I smile as your nipples harden and swell. I can see that you are becoming aroused, a flush beginning to show in your cheeks and breasts. I look at the people watching, smile and look back at you. I can see you have begun to accept whatever I will do, and that others, perhaps even someone you know might be watching. I wonder if that thought is adding to your excitement or your fear.
I slap the flogger against my hand and hear you gasp at the sound. I brush it back and forth across your breasts, relishing your reaction, knowing what will happen soon. You let out a small moan. I press my lips to your ear and whisper, “Trust me?”
“Y…yes.”
I turn you to allow those watching the best angle to see what I am going to do, then raise the flogger a flick it gently against your breast. First one breast then the other, as I move back and forth. You moan as I watch your breasts and nipples swell even more. Each stroke increases in intensity and you moan a little louder this time. I notice your hands twitch a few times like you are going to raise them to stop me, then see you relax them again. I wonder how many times you have seen one of your subs do that? How many times you have disciplined them for not stopping themselves from covering their breasts? Did that go through your mind and is that why you stopped yourself?
I stop for a minute to watch the thin red streaks beginning to show and darken against your pale white breasts and rub them gently with my hands. When I see you begin to relax, I take your nipples and give each one a hard tweak. You jump and squeal in protest, but still make no attempt to cover up or leave. I step aside a bit, and let those that have moved closer see the color developing, then flog them a bit longer. This time I am not so gentle, and with each stroke, your body jerks.
“Oohhh,” you cry out, then bite your lip to silence yourself.
Your face reddens as you hear the whispers coming from those watching. I hear the click of a couple of cameras, and see several people near the front holding up cell phones. I wonder again if you know any of them, or if they know you. I finally stop when I see welts forming on your skin. I know from experience they will disappear in less than a day, but they will be a little reminder for you until they do. I see you looking at the welts as I put the flogger back into the bag and pull out a silk scarf. I turn you around and tie it around one wrist, then pull that hand behind your head. I pull up your other hand and tie your wrists together, then wrap the end around your neck. It is just tight enough to keep your arms in place. The action forces your breasts to stick out, getting at least one soft cheer of approval from the group watching you as I turn you around to face them again.