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Elizabeth- The Conference

I recently needed to attend the yearly national conference in my specialty area. The bad news was that I would be on my own for the conference, the good news was that I would see friends (and lovers) that I had known previously. A few occasionally get photographic updates from Master during the year so they can track my progress as an ass-slave. Of course, he sent them pictures from my nudista training. If I was lucky, at least one of the conference attendees would already know about my progress.

As it turned out, my colleague Bill saw me at the opening dinner and immediately came over to greet me. As always, I pretended to have dropped something just as he stepped in front of me. To any spectator, I was looking for my napkin. To Bill, I was kneeling at his feet in service.

I’ll tell you a bit about this conference later. Perhaps for now, it would be nice for you to know how we began.

Two years ago, just after I had committed myself to Master as his ass-slave, I attended a conference. I had been instructed to hold a butt-plug in my ass at all times, and sleep with a collar. Of course, I also wore my favorite piece of subtle bondage jewelry, a gold and platinum shackle ring that only a sub would wear.

At one of the committee meetings on Day 1, a good-looking man a few years older than me was sitting next to me and casually looked at my ring. He took out a card, wrote on it and silently passed it to me.

Is your master here?

My heart stopped. Only a master or a sub would know what my ring signified (complete obedience)…and this guy was no sub.

No. I passed back. I could feel my wet cunt pulsing.

“What does your ring signify to someone who notices it and knows the meaning?”

“Obedience.”

I had to consciously remember to breathe and was suddenly very aware of the plug stretching my anus.

“Leave your briefcase for me to watch, go to your room, remove your bra and return.”

I was back in six minutes, sitting primly in my seat with my breasts and nipples rubbing by my blouse and getting firmer by the second.

“Well done, I’ll see you later,” came the next card. And with that he was gone until later that night.

As I moved through the boring committee meetings that day, I could not stop thinking about his directness and how excited it made me. I like being told what to sexually do and prefer commands of a direct and explicit nature. I hoped I would see him again. I would, but not for a while.

The conference trudged on and finally ended for the day. I returned to my room to bathe and shave myself smooth, as required by Master. A quick phone call to Master took care of the details of my service at the conference and possibly meeting this mysterious man. If he approached me, I was to obey this man in all ways while at the conference and regularly update Master about my performance.

After the usual rubber chicken dinner, I was mingling with the other attendees and considering heading back to my room. Suddenly a deep voice was talking quietly into my ear.

“I see you put a bra back on and kept the ring on your finger.”

“Yes Sir. I did not want to be too obvious.” I still had not turned to look at him, but I could feel his hard cock against my hip. I moved ever so slightly to rub against him. He hardened a bit more.

“If you expect to spend more time with me this evening, you will first tell me your name and then head back to your room to take off your bra and underwear.”

This was my choice point. Up to that moment, we had been two people D/s flirting. By doing what he asked now I was agreeing to be his slave.

I gave him my sub name and returned in ten minutes.

As I returned to his presence, I did something spontaneously I have done many times since by agreement. I pretended to drop something in front of him, so that I was bowing at his feet. As I raised my head, I glimpsed his thick cock encased in an expensive charcoal suit. We made a good pair, since I was also wearing a charcoal suit…and not much else.

He handed me both my drink and his, effectively immobilizing my hands better than shackles. Moving closer to me, he quickly unbuttoned two of the buttons on my blouse, so that I was cleavaged to just above my breasts. While not too exhibitionistic, if I leaned over more than a little, anyone could see most of my breasts. He quickly pinched my left nipple, then retrieved his drink.

I spent the social evening with him, as his companion and date. We walked as a couple and met many people. He obviously had a few friends (mostly men) at the conference. Another button got undone along the way, and I enjoyed it and the looks I got. He would always find a way to include me in the conversation and often asked my opinion as a way to show off my brains to his many friends. I felt a wonderful combination of smart, slutty and curious about where this was all going.

Eventually, the social hour ran down and he “suggested” we go his room. As the elevator was closing, one of his male friends jumped in and asked where we were off to. My escort replied that we were heading back to the room to get out of our business clothes. His friend told him he was envious, as he stared at my breasts and legs.

The man I now knew as Bill replied that he should give us a few minutes to change then come up to the room. We arrived at the room (it was huge) and I was immediately told to assume the First Position. Every sub knows that First Position is kneeling with mouth wide open, waiting for a cock or pussy. I assumed the position immediately and waited.

And waited, and waited and waited, as my escort moved around the room changing into jeans and a tee shirt while knelt and drooled. My mouth hungered for his cock and my pussy responded moistly to the muscular body I saw briefly exposed as he changed clothes. Eventually, there was a knock on the door and he let his friend in. The friend immediately saw my position and unbuttoned his jeans. I began sucking his cock and was rewarded with him growing in size and pushing to the back of my throat. Smoothly moving from the cock head to the base again and again, I continued to deep throat him with my hands behind my back as they continued to talk about the day. Occasionally, Bill would ask his friend how I was doing at cock sucking and he would always reply with a compliment. They already knew how smart I was, now they would find out what a good slave I could be.

The friend held my head in place as he began to face-fuck me; driving his cock to the back of my throat again and again. Thank God for Louis’ training; I did not gag once, but I did start making begging noises because I wanted him to fill my mouth with his cum. He did not.

Eventually I was ordered to stand up and strip to music while the two men watched. I’ve been an exotic dancer, so I know how to entertain a crowd, even a crowd of just two. Dancing nude in front of the hotel window was a rush, knowing anyone and everyone could be watching. I held the plug in my ass the entire time and was quietly disappointed when my escort did not require its removal. God, I am such a glutton when it comes to cock.

I was sent back to my room completely unsatisfied, having tasted only one cock (not even Bill’s), not gotten anyone’s cum and not having had an orgasm of my own. I was told to not touch myself, not give myself relief and show up for breakfast dressed professionally. My only consolation was that this was only the first night of three and my Master would be proud of my obedience, sexuality and service.

I called Master upon my return to my room and he praised me until I blushed.

The next morning began with my arrival at breakfast dressed in a light-colored suit, white blouse and long skirt with a slit to my thigh. As per Master’s orders, I was also wearing nipple clips with a gold chain connecting them. Not very obvious, until two more buttons were open; which was what I was immediately told to do as I sat down next to Bill and another friend. Bill reached over and pulled on the chains, sending shivers of pain/pleasure through my body. So did his friend, hard. I guess I missed that class in Law School.

Without thought, I quietly blurted “Please…”

“Please what?” said Bill.

“Please let me have your cock, I need it.”

“Does your Master give you cock whenever you ask for it?”

“No,” I replied meekly.”

“I did not think so. If you want it, you must earn it.” “I’ll do anything.“ I replied.

“You may be sorry for that offer, Elizabeth.”

“I doubt it,” I said, looking him directly in his eyes.

I would be punished if Master knew I was being so bold, but I wanted to prove something to myself. I wanted to prove that this was what I truly wanted…to serve…to serve a stranger with commitment.

That second night, I served five men and two women as a complete ass-slave. Other than Bill, I never knew anyone’s name. I arrived at Bill’s room and was immediately stripped. Everyone knew I was a trained submissive, so Bill immediately told me to assume Positions Two, then Three.

Position Two is standing with legs apart and hands clasping elbows behind my back. This is the Show position. It leaves a sub’s entire body exposed and is a perfect position for being flogged or whipped. They began by flogging my breasts, bringing out whimpers of pain and need. While being flogged, they took turns stroking my clit. This was to completely blend pleasure and pain into a seamless experience…basic sub training.

Every sub needs humiliation training to eliminate pride and ego, so we moved on to Position Three: Expose.

In Position Three, the sub is still standing with feet further apart than in Position Two. The sub (me) faces away from the audience, bends at the waist and spreads their ass cheeks to expose their anus and pussy/cock. What, you thought only women are subs? Every person was invited to touch, probe or pinch me. They commented about what a whore I was and any perceived imperfections. “Look at those nipples. Too long and thick from use.” “See how her juices run down her leg. Whore.” “See how far you can put your fingers down her throat? Probably can’t suck pussy for shit.” “Tits are too small.” "Tits are too big." “Nice ass. Needs a hard fucking.”

And on and on, for at least thirty minutes. If they thought I would be humiliated, they were wrong. These were strangers. Only Master has that power.

Eventually they tired of their sport and moved on to more active pursuits.

Bill put me back in Position One and finally began to fuck my mouth. He was large, almost as large as Louis. He began by placing his cock on my outstretched tongue. Without thinking, I immediately tried to suck him. Big mistake. Cock removed from tongue and used to slap me.

Cock put back on tongue. We both waited until he was satisfied with my patience. Then he smoothly (and surprisingly gently) put his entire cock down my throat and held it there. This was a test, of course. Since I have learned to always breath through my nose during cock-sucking, I patiently and submissively held him there.

“Work it.” Bill ordered.

I began to make swallowing motions, which made my throat tense and relax around his cock. The audience made appreciative comments and suggestions. Eventually, someone moved under me to suck my clit and ass. The fine cock and clit/anus pleasure gave me my first orgasm.

Unfortunately, because my mouth was full of thick cock, I was unable to ask permission (which was the whole point). A hard flogging ensued with wonderful aftercare from the women.

My night continued… There was never a time when I was not being touched and pinched and fucked. Four of the men came twice, the women an infinite number (women are so lucky). I had cum running down my chin and ass cheeks and got another set of mind-blowing orgasms with one woman riding my mouth while the other put her whole hand in my cunt and made me cum on command…again and again. Every man had my ass and mouth because (they thought) I got less pleasure that way.

I was their fuck toy.

And there was still one more night…