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The next morning . . .
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Dinner the previous evening had been wonderful, and Mistress Jasmine had been a delightful speaker. Alice had never imagined how many bondage jokes there were, though Heather had used a number of them in recent weeks. Dirk and Marcy were a lot of fun, treating Alice like an equal rather than just the shy new girl. She liked that. Then she and Liz had gone up to their room, the collar had gone around Alice’s neck and Liz proceeded to “train” her young lover. They had curled up together an hour later and gone to sleep.
In the morning, Alice and Liz kissed and then went their separate ways. Liz met up with Dirk and a number of other “doms” while Marcy introduced Alice to a number of other “subs”. They young woman was surprised at the variety, including the number of men who allowed themselves to be dominated.
“Don’t be,” explained Marcy. “We live in an age where men are still expected to be all strong and manly, but now they’re also supposed to be sensitive. It can be a lot of pressure, so some of them like to escape.”
There were three sessions that morning. The first was a male and female psychiatrist team that discussed a large number of reasons people engaged in sexually submissive behavior, its social ramifications and positive and potential negative implications of such relationships. Alice found it all informative, and was actually taking notes on a napkin. Marcy saw this and grinned.
The second session was by Mistress Jasmine, the very elegant and stern (but funny) woman in her early forties who hosted the event. She talked about some of her past relationships and how she had developed her “Mistress Jasmine” persona. Her real name was Jasmine Berkowitz, and she was a successful real-estate agent down in Austin. That got a laugh out of the crowd. She discussed how she had changed her style over the years to accommodate different subs, which she explained perhaps unnecessarily was short for ‘submissives.’ She emphasized that while subs didn’t have to make many decisions during their sessions, it was in fact the subs that held most of the power. A true dom reacted to his or her submissive, and the sub had the ability to stop everything at anytime.
The third session consisted of four veteran submissives talking about their own experiences. Marcy was one of them, and she had everyone laughing. She had been married for a year to Dirk when they became interested in the lifestyle. It had started inauspiciously enough. She had gotten back after a day of dealing with idiots and making butt-loads of decisions that she was too tired for sex. Dirk had expressed interest, but she had told him that he could do whatever he wanted but that she was going to bed. So he did whatever he wanted, and she decided she kind of liked it. She knew he would have stopped if she had shown herself to be really serious about wanting to sleep, but she found she enjoyed not having to make any more decisions, even if it was just for an hour. By the end of the evening, she had her hands tied to the headboard and the two of them were experiencing some of the most exciting sex of their lives. Eventually they had transformed their sexual relationship into the Master/Dog type of relationship that Liz and Alice shared. Alice wondered if that’s where Liz got the idea.
Finally the afternoon rolled around, and subs and doms met back up before going to a late afternoon brunch. But this time, everyone was going in his or her full regalia. Alice was nervous, but willing to participate. When she got up to the room, Liz was already there, and had a present for her. It was a new dress that had been made specifically for Alice. It was similar to many of her sundresses with a few exceptions. For one, it was indecently short, with the hem barely making it past Alice’s butt cheeks while standing. Down on all fours, people would easily be able to see the young woman’s crotch, which would be covered only by her purple silk bikini panties. The section of the dress between the bodice and the skirt was made of soft black leather, and it clung to Alice’s midsection like a second skin. The cotton portion was a light purple-paisley design that the young woman absolutely loved. It was a little bit country and a little bit bondage-slut. Alice loved it!
“I had it made up for you last week. Had the guy do a rush order,” Liz said, licking her lips at the concept of getting the young girl into that dress.
Alice quickly shirked her clothes and the older girl helped her slide into her new garment. The leather section actually had ties in the back that, when loosened, allowed the dress to slide on over Alice’s head. Then Alice put on her padded leggings and gloves. Liz actually did Alice’s makeup, using purple lipstick and eyeliner. Alice REALLY loved every shade of purple. Finally, Alice put her hair up in pigtails, adding a sense of ‘naughty schoolgirl’ to the ensemble. She could tell from the look of lust on Liz’s face that she was going to be thoroughly fucked after brunch was over. Liz put on her tightest leather-pants and a leather vest. Her tanned, rippling abdomen made Alice’s mouth water. Liz also decided to wear a leather skullcap, which contrasted nicely with the pale blonde hair hanging down past her shoulders, and she was wearing elbow length latex gloves.
The two girls just grinned at each other before Liz leaned over and gave Alice a warm, lingering kiss. “I don’t know if I want to wait until after brunch to fuck your brains out,” she whispered in Alice’s ears, making them turn red.
“We wouldn’t want to seem rude to Mistress Jasmine though, would we?”
“No, I suppose not.” Liz picked Alice’s collar off the bed. She slid the collar around Alice’s neck and buckled it. Then Liz’s face grew stern. “You know where you belong.”
Alice got down on her hands and knees and waited for Liz’s next command. Her mistress latched the leash onto the collar and ordered Alice to heel. She crawled at Liz’s side out the door and into the hallway. This was the first time Alice had ever been so exposed, but she found it to be a bit exciting. Liz knocked on Dirk’s door. When he answered, the handsome black man was wearing an immaculate three-piece suit. His wife was on her hands and knees and his side. She was wearing a full body latex suit that went all the way up to her neck, with strategically placed openings that allowed her full breasts to hang out. They were so huge and soft looking. Alice was almost hypnotized. There was also a circular opening around Marcy’s crotch that exposed most of her thong-clad ass and pussy. Alice thought she was pretty damn hot for an older woman. Marcy also had a collar and leash, though Alice decided, with no small amount of pride, that SHE had the nicer collar.
Dirk and Liz led their two “pets” down the hall and back into the dining area. Alice was amazed by the variety of outfits and relationships being displayed. There were guys in ball gags and wedding dresses, men and women in miscellaneous types of plastic, leather or latex, and there was even a very pretty young girl in a cheerleader’s outfit wearing those old fashioned stocks they put people in who were suspected of witchcraft. Each dom led their sub to their table and secured them somehow. Liz sat down and pulled on Alice’s leash, bring the girl close to her. Liz then put one hand on Alice’s backside and ordered her to sit. Dirk did the same with Marcy. Marcy glanced over at Alice and winked. Alice blushed and winked back.
Dinner was an unusual affair for Alice. Liz fed her by hand, like giving a dog scraps at the dinner table. But the food was excellent, and there was a lot of bite-sized finger food for just such an occasion. And after every morsel, Alice licked Liz’s latex-clad fingers clean. Meanwhile Marcy was eating her food out of a ceramic bowl that Dirk had brought with him. Alice found herself a bit jealous. ‘I want a bowl,’ she thought, almost pouting.
Mistress Jasmine, who seemed to be radiating power in her leather and latex dress, stopped by everyone’s table at some point in the afternoon. When she came by to talk with the people at Alice’s table, the young girl decided to get into her show position. She straightened up her back, lifted her head and remained perfectly still until Jasmine came around.
“What have we here?” asked Jasmine to Liz. “Is this one new?”
“Yes,” Liz responded. “Bitch here is only a month old.”
“Excellent,” Jasmine practically cooed. She knelt beside Alice and examined her much like Liz had done that first time, looked at her posture and tracing the line of her jaw. “She looks healthy. Good lines, excellent posture, and a firm behind,” she said, patting Alice lightly on the ass. “And only a month old? She takes to training well.”
“I’ve never had better,” Liz said. Alice was almost flushed with pride. Jasmine moved on to greet Dirk and compliment him on Marcy, then went on to talk to another table. Dinner lasted about an hour, and even with the padding, Alice’s knees and hands were beginning to bother her a bit. After dinner, the doms mingled while the subs attended their masters and mistresses. Dirk and Liz were both chatting away with a number of other people when Alice felt someone sniffing at her backside. She quickly glanced around and saw it was Marcy. Alice blushed. Knowing it was Marcy made it seem less of an inappropriate action. Marcy sniffed Alice again, and the young girl’s skin tingled after feeling Marcy’s breath on the sensitive skin of her crotch. Since Liz was distracted, Alice turned around until she and Marcy were side by side. Then she leaned forward, turned her head and sniffed and Marcy’s crotch. The two girls did this several more times each, and also rubbed their sides together. After all, that’s what dogs were supposed to do.
“What’s going on here?” asked Liz jovially, noticing what her pet was up to. “Dirk, I think our dogs are getting a bit frisky over here.”
Dirk smiled at his wife. “Hmm. I think we’re going to need to separate them.”
Liz was looking down at Alice, staring into the young girl’s eyes. She thought the young girl’s face actually looked somewhat lustful. Liz grinned.
“Maybe. But I’ve also been wondering how this one,” she said, pulling on Alice’s leash, “might take to breeding. Do you think your little bitch is up to it?”
Dirk glanced at Marcy, whose expression Alice couldn’t read. Dirk looked back at Liz. “I think that might be a fine idea.” Alice had no idea what was going on.
Liz and Dirk led their pets out of the dining area and back up to the rooms. Then the four of them went into Dirk’s room and shut the door. Alice was getting a little nervous. Dirk pulled on Marcy’s leash and got her into show position.
“Bitch,” Liz said to Alice, “since you’re so interested in getting to know that other dog, I want you to REALLY get to know her. Now sniff!” Liz walked Alice over until the young woman’s face was just inches from Marcy’s crotch. Meanwhile, Dirk had untied the strings keeping Marcy’s underwear in place and removed the garment. “Go ahead,” Liz ordered her. “Sniff.”
Alice placed her nose against the tip of Marcy’s pussy and inhaled deeply. It smelled sweet, and had the aroma of roses. She must have used perfume. Alice wished she had thought of that.