Okay some of you may have noticed that I've done something extreme lately and so now I'm like over my head busy. I've cancelled a trip I've been wanting to take because the moon and stars and planets all aligned at one moment and I didn't sleep through it. And everyone within my inner circle is excited and we are moving in ten thousand directions at the same time. See ADHD isn't always a bad thing. (Just Kidding, really, lighten up.)
So I am now continuing my promised obligation to a few of you that poke the bear (so much different context in that comment) every now and then. And here we go with ‘Going to the Fetish Convention with a Submissive’.
Again this has been a while ago and it took place in St Louis.. you know the mecha of humidity and heat in the summertime. One of the birth places of Jazz as we know it. Laclede's Landing, the Hill, and St Louis Cardinals Baseball. (No not a fan… )
So I had this amazing Submissive that I worked with for over a year. We will call her Susan, just because. She has gorgeous black hair and snapping dark eyes and a figure to die for. So that excluded her as not to go unnoticed in the crowd attending this particular event. She arrived in Chicago on Monday evening and we did a basic tune up on her presentation and her look for the four day event. There are steps to follow going to these. The first day is more of a check out the vendors on the outer ring and those are mostly toys and furniture and clothes and mild demonstrations, Dress is more casual but the connect has to be there. There are always random asshole dominants that want to pouch a wayward sub. But then if they try that to my sub they then have to explain themselves to me. And that isn't always pleasant as many of you might figure out with my temperament. Second day we go more for the exotic look. Matching clothes with hers a bit more revealing and now we head inside for some of the more interesting demonstrations and the like. Again there will be those milling about trying to get random feels and just are a pain in the ass that don't understand back off. Day three is much more revealing and much more over the top. Once away from the normal people there is much more exposed flesh and the asking of watching volunteers to participate. More drinking and more parties afterwards as well. Then day four is back to casual and tear down of the stalls and getting those last few deals of the weekend.
So Susan arrived and we got the whole thing worked out on where she should be next to me and how we are connected to keep the scags away. Her finger ring is chained to mine as well as her leash in connected to another finger that I'm wearing. So even if she is two feet away we are connected. We have a discipline session like old times and she falls into her submissive role like a champ.
So we drive to St.Louis on Wed and arrive early evening. We get to the hotel and get comfortable. Make sure we didn't forget anything. Went to the Venue to get our VIP passes and then did dinner and went to a club.
Thursday did our first walk through and had our first attempt via a slimy dom wannabee. He whined about her not being in contact with me and He got her for an hour and blah blah blah. One of the organizers came up and drove him away and apologized to us. I told him I would be bringing my own security the next two days. That concerned him but he agreed. So phone call to Chicago and my two buddies were down that evening. Nice BIG off duty CPD fellows that have absolutely no sense of humor. Love those guys.
Friday was our first day into the second ring. I was dressed as the Dominatrix that I am. Leather and spandex, midrift exposed, weaved leather whip as a belt. Dark make up on pale skin and red hear. Thigh high heeled boots and a short cape, why because I can pull it off. Susan was in a matching set only she was in white. I also had her wear amber tinted wrap around sunglasses so other dominants could say she was looking at them directly. (you learn about these things) The day went along rather smoothly. Susan commented about things she would love to try out. We made a few purchases to be tried out later at the hotel. No need for the body guards. We stayed for like five hours, chatting and meeting people as well as watching demonstrations. We got four party invitations. So back to the hotel for dinner. Now party dress. Less obvious than earlier but the hint of D/s. Susan collared and her leash attached to me.
Now for the curious. Yes she was wearing a butt plug and had a bullet inserted and I had the remote of that. I did keep her on edge most of the day and did enjoy her talents. I'm not crazy not to take advantage of this whole event.
The party was grand. I had an “Arabic Prince” (right) offer me $10,000.00 to have her for the evening. He was even slimier than the guy on day one. And if I didn't agree then he would have his people just take her from me…. Prince… meet personal security. He wasn't an issue any longer. But Susan did approach me that she had an offer that she wouldn't mind being involved in. And so arrangements were made and she disappeared for a couple of hours. And hell I even had a couple of guys hit on me. I still had it. And the hostess asked if I would like to go to one the side rooms for a bit. Stroke my ego.
Once Susan returned. No worse for wear and a dark grin on her face. We decided to call it an evening. Once back at the hotel she told me everything and we had our own private event then.
Saturday it was dressed to kill day.
I wore my White Queen gear. Goggle Emma Frost Marvel Comics and you will get an idea. Susan wore something similar but her things allowed accessibility. Her breasts could be exposed, her skirt could be lifted easily. She wears this like no one else I've known and is completely comfortable in her skin while do this. She actually started the day out wearing a plug with a tail attached. Just to be noticed, like she needed anything else to make her noticeable. Once inside she was asked to participate on three or four demonstrations and with permission did actual do all of them. And did them very well. She takes a good ass paddling and strap very well. And clamps and the like are things she really gets into.
I was asked to demonstrate my skill with a single tail and a carriage whip and horse crop. And my assistant stood up well and did actually thank me of keeping under control. Sometimes things go a bit over the top, I told her I just read her body. Once the welts turned dark red and the sweat beads were covering her I knew she was close to enough. And like I said she thanked me.
Several more party invitations. The one we attended was hosted but my assistants Master so we got the chance to talk. And it was rather interesting as there were about fifty people present and once the music started it became something from Roman. The orgy began. Even I had a couple ‘oh’ moments when seeing something I didn't think one could do.
I got a chance for some more involvement with my assistant and a couple of others and Susan had an extreme amount of attention but she checked in regularly. She had an amazing time. And she even said.. I didn't know you could do that… to which I had to laugh.
All in all contacts were exchanged. Some marriage proposals came forward.. I'm thinking alcohol was involved.. We were tired on the trip back to Chicago, but Susan decided to wear a tank top with no bra and a very short skirt with no panties for the ride home. There were a couple of rest area stops that were interesting. Nothing better than feeling up and causing an orgasm while you sub has her hands resting of the top of the car just waiting to be inspected. And we did try out everything we purchased. It was some good stuff that have been talked about here on Zity.
Over all an excellent trip. Hope to do it again sometime. And with a willing adventurer as well.
Take care you filthy animals.