O's Graduation

Friday

Friday was Master and slave's last day at the hotel. W/we slept rather late and then showered together which always takes a little longer. i packed for the return to Master's home. Master instructed me to pack everything except slave's thigh-high boots with the 3-inch souls and the six-inch heels.

Master called the bell captain to have His car ready and to have His luggage picked up. When the bellboy knocked, and i answered the door, he seemed prepared for the naked slave. He said, “You are leaving today, yes?

Master acknowledged that W/we were checking out, gave him a twenty dollar bill and asked him to put the luggage in the trunk of His car. When the bellman left, Master left the tip for housekeeping and checked out of the hotel via the television. He made one last inspection of the room to be sure i had packed everything.

Master took the “permanent” nipple rings, wiped them with alcohol swab and, removing the barbells, inserted a ring in each nipple. They seemed huge, but, somehow, still feminine; or perhaps just very slave-like, which i am rapidly learning to equate with femininity.

Master instructed slave to look in the mirror. Everywhere i looked there was evidence of slave's slavery; the ring in slave's nose, the three-inch collar with d-ring, the two-inch cuffs with d-rings, the rings through slave's nipples, and, of course, the tattoo proclaiming slave to be “Steven's odalisque”.

“What do you think, o?” i didn't know if that was a rhetorical question, but i answered, “i think that i am, well and truly, and very obviously, Master's slave. i love the look as i love You Master.”

“Now, slave,” Master was using His pretend stern voice, “do you remember at Kara's shop, when the door opened and you tried to cover yourself? you recovered rather quickly, but i think some mild punishment is in order. Do you have a suggestion for an appropriate punishment?” Master emphasized the word “mild”.

i was quite sure what “mild” punishment Master wanted me to suggest, so, “The other night, Master said that He would use the leash for punishments of a minor indiscretion. Since Master said that i recovered quickly, perhaps the leash would be an suitable, mild punishment.”

Master just barely kept a straight face as He said, “That is a marvelous suggestion, o. i think the leash would be most appropriate.” He took the leash from His jacket pocket and secured it to the ring of slave's collar.

i caught a quick glimpse, in the mirror, of me on the leash as Master lead me toward the door. i have to admit that i looked as erotic, on the leash, as the slaves at the D/s club did.

With all that was happening, it wasn't until Master opened the door and led slave into the hall that i realized He was going to take slave through the lobby of the hotel naked and leashed. i knew that i had packed everything Master brought for me to wear. Slave's legs were getting that rubbery feeling again. In the hall, W/we passed a couple of housekeepers. i don't know what they said (it was Spanish) but, by the look on their faces, it was certainly about the naked, leashed slave.

Slave and Master waited at the elevator, at least one of us hoping it would be empty; it was. In the elevator car, i waited for Master to reach in His pocket and pull out a dress for slave to put on; hoping He had purchased one i didn't know about. He didn't.

On the third floor the car stopped and slave's legs gave out. i had to catch slave on the rail on the back wall. The doors opened, but there was no one there. Slave's heart was pounding so hard Master could probably hear it. The doors closed and the car descended to the lobby.

The doors opened at the lobby and there were two couples waiting. One of the women all but whispered, “Oh, dear god...” Master excused U/us and led slave past them, toward His waiting car. i felt as if i was drunk, slave's legs seemed not to be under slave's control. i felt as if i was staggering, but Master said i did just fine.

i could see Master's car through the lobby windows and i just concentrated on it, trying to block out whatever reactions the people in the lobby might be exhibiting. i don't know if it was slave's concentration, or fear, or the thumping of slave's heart in slave's ears, but the lobby seemed to be totally quite. When W/we reached the lobby doors, i did hear a man's voice say, “Holy mother of pearl, i don't fucking believe it.”

The valet was already at Master's car, holding the passenger door open, with a huge friendly smile on his face. “Good morning Miss. I'd juss like to say what a abslute joy it's been havin' you all stayin' our hotel.”

As i sat down and swung into the car, Master laid His end of the leash on slave's lap. i glanced at the valet's name tag and said, “Thank you Reggie, Sir, you've been very kind.”

He swung the door closed and through the open window said, “Miss, you're every man's fantasy!” There it was again, “every man's fantasy”.

i blew him a kiss, and looked at Master who was smiling that “I told you so” smile as W/we drove out of the garage. Only as the car began to move did i think to look back into the lobby. A dozen, or more, people were at the windows and everyone was looking out into the garage. i unzipped Master's pants and began to caressed His firm cock.

“Well, o, you did very well, indeed. Do you still feel more like a dog, than a slave, on the leash?” Master asked as He pulled out into traffic.

“To be honest, Master, slave hardly felt anything but humiliation, terror and mortification. i was sure that even in this fancy hotel, “that knows how to mind its own business”, a naked slave would not be allowed to walk through the lobby.” i could hear slave talking very rapidly, like a Valley Girl. “Was it very quiet in the lobby when W/we walked through or did i just sort of blackout? i don't remember hearing anything until the man at the door said he didn't believe it.”

“Slow down, o. Take a couple of deep breathes,” Master said smiling. “It was not raucous, but you must have blanked out, a little, if you didn't hear anything. You caused quite a bit of chatter, actually. I don't think I heard the word slut once. One woman said you were stunning, another said you were gutsy. A man said you looked good enough to eat.”

i think Master censored His memory a little for slave's benefit.

W/we continued to talk while Master drove U/us across the Golden Gate Bridge and into the wine country, again. Master stopped in the parking lot of a very popular restaurant. He reached in the back seat and handed slave one of His old shirts, saying, “Put this on for lunch, o.”

i put the shirt on and rolled the sleeves up so i didn't look quite so much like a little girl wearing her daddy's shirt. slave's heart began to pound again, because when i wear one of Master's old shirts, i seem to leave it behind somewhere.

Master opened the passenger door, took His end of the leash and lead slave inside the restaurant. The hostess stared at slaves ringed nose and then at the collar. She looked at Master after He said He had a reservation.

The Hostess said, “Oh, yes sir.”

She showed us to a table outside on the patio. The patio was very nice. It overlooked a sizeable lawn with large raised flowerbeds in which the restaurant grows their herbs and spices. Master seated me and laid His end of the leash on the table next to slave's forks.

The waiter was either oblivious to slave's ornamentation or just didn't care. W/we didn't even get the usual extra attention to which i have become accustomed. Of course, slave was wearing a man's shirt and was reasonably well covered.

W/we had a leisurely lunch with two glasses of wine. i even drank most of slave's second glass. When the waiter returned with Master's change, Master asked if slave needed to use the ladies' room and i said i would like to, knowing i would probably be instructed to leave the shirt in the restroom.

Master came around the table, picked up His end of the leash and pulled the chair out as His slave stood. He led slave into the restaurant, among the diners. He handed me His end of the leash, and said, “Be attired to ride in the car when you return o.

“Yes, Master.”

i carried Master's end of the leash in both hands as if it was liquid gold i was carrying. i went into the restroom, took off Master's shirt and put it in the trash. i peed, went to the wash basin, set the end of the leash on the counter and washed slave's hands.

The bathroom door opened and two middle-aged women came in. i said, as nonchalantly as i could, “Hello.” Without uttering a word they turned around and went back out, into the restaurant.

i took a number of very deep breathes, picked up Master's end of the leash, cradled it in both hands and pushed the door open. Master was waiting for His slave at the hostess stand, by the front door. i looked at Master, concentrating on Him, not the tumult i was probably causing among the diners. Looking at Master, i couldn't help but see the hostess, as well. She slowly looked from slave's face down to the collar, to the rings through slave's nipples, past slave's plucked mound. When she looked down at the tattoo i saw her lips mouth, “Steven's odalisque”.

Two tables from where i would join Master sat the two middle-aged women. One pointed at me and said “There she is. I told you. She was in the bathroom just like that, nude as baby. She's some sort of pervert.”

i walked up to Master and offered Him His end of the leash. He took it and led me to the front door and outside. “you were marvelous, o. you have come along way this week, haven't you.” i heard the door close behind U/us, and reopen. Master stopped, turned and upon seeing the hostess standing by the door, said “Was their something else.”

The hostess let the door close and said, “Oh… I'm sorry… no… I've just never seen anything like her… in the flesh… oh, I'm sorry, I mean… in person.”

Master said, “That's perfectly alright; o attracts a lot of attention wherever W/we go. Would you like a closer look?”

“Right out here in the parking lot? What if someone drives in?” The astonishment was obvious in her voice, but she did walk toward U/us.

“If someone drives in, I would assume that you would have to go back to work and show them to a table. W/we can go back inside if you prefer.” Master was having a little fun with this girl who was about slave's age and even more naive than i was twelve months ago.

The girl was very nervous; she acted as if she was the one standing naked in the parking lot. She started to say something, but just at that moment, the restaurant door opened and two couples walked out and down the path toward the parking lot. The hostess turned and saw them coming, but seemed frozen in her tracks.

The couples were really cool. They were older, i'd say in their sixties. They walked by Master and slave, and one of the men looked me up and down and said, with an accent I think was British, “Brilliant day for it.”

i said, “Yes it is. i hope you enjoy the rest of it.”

“Nothing, the rest of the day can offer, is going top this, love” and his wife (i assume) elbowed him in the ribs.

The other woman turned to her partner and said, “Put your tongue back in your mouth Melvin.”

When they had passed, the hostess said, “i don't believe this. They acted as if it was perfectly natural to see a naked woman in the parking lot, and you acted as if you weren't naked at all.”

“Actually, i simply acted like Master's slave. i am a slave. i am usually naked. i no longer know how else to act.” Of course that was a little exaggeration, i got lucky that the older couples were so cool and so allowed me to be calm.

Master asked the hostess her name. He wrote Brittany on what looked like a post card and handed it to her saying, “If you would like to learn more about odalisque, join the party tomorrow.” The hostess thanked Master and turned to go back to work.

i asked Master if i might ask a question. He gave His permission.

“Master, may i ask what that card was that You gave to that girl?”

“Here, see for yourself.” Master took another card from His pocket and handed it to me. On one side was a photo of me in slave's kneeling position. On the other side was printed:

“You and one guest (adults only, please) are cordially invited to join odalisque in the celebration of her slavery. W/we will be celebrating at a country retreat from noon to…” It gave the date and said to “RSVP by email to CAodalisqueCA@yahoo.com . You will then receive directions to the retreat. The dress will be casual, swimming will be available, catered lunch/dinner, an open bar and music. No gifts, please. YOU MUST PRESENT THIS CARD TO BE ADMITTED.”

It was all done in fancy script and printed in gold. It was very pretty. i knew just where the country retreat was because a friend of Master's owns it. It has a gated parking lot, a large event room with huge fireplace, bar and kitchen. The pool has a waterfall and lots of seating area around it. i was there once when i was Master's secretary.

While i was reading the card, another couple came out of the restaurant. i looked up to see the man staring at me with his mouth, literally, wide open. His wife said “Shit Jim, close your mouth, at least. She's just a slut.”

i handed the card back to Master and He lead me back to His car, opened the door and when i sat down, He laid His end of the leash in slave's lap.

As Master drove out of the parking lot, He said, “It should be quite a celebration, o. The last time i checked, you already had more than a dozen confirmations. Tammy is taking care of the responses for Me. She will be there, incidentally.” Tammy is Master's new secretary.

Master allowed me to suck His exhilarating cock all the way back to His home. When W/we arrived, Master drove into the garage, opened the passenger door and disconnected the leash from slave's collar. i got out and went to the front door and assumed slave's standing position. Master closed the garage door, took the luggage out of the trunk and went into the house through the garage. In time, He opened the front door and allowed me to enter.

It had been a week since i had cooked or cleaned or exercised, although W/we did walk quite a bit over the San Francisco hills. Master allowed me some time to unwind, then i went to the kitchen and began to prepare dinner for Master.

i eat slave's salad while i prepare Master's dinner, so that i can be under the table, eating Master's delectable cock, while He eats His dinner.

After dinner i emptied the luggage and did some laundry. Master instructed me to get the box of toys from Kara's store. i brought it, and Master invited me to sit next to Him on the couch. i opened the box and Master took things out one at a time. First were the various lengths of chain for slave's rings, then the remote vibrator, then a rather vicious looking crop, some nipple clamps with little pins in the pads, and a lovely fur lined blindfold.

Also in the box was a note card from Kara. Master read it and then passed it to me to read. It said, “Dear Sir, Thank you for shopping in my store, and introducing me to your exquisite slave, odalisque. Thank you, also, for the invitation to o's graduation. i can hardly wait. See you Saturday. Sincerely, Kara.” So Kara will be at slave's graduation. She was so nice, i will be delighted to see her again.

The remainder of the evening Master allowed me to stay on the couch and suck His magnificent cock. Finally, after a couple of wonderful hours and a number of permitted orgasms, Master allowed slave to taste His sweet cum.

After Master fell asleep, i spent a couple of hours catching up slave's journal.