Leather & Lace, Inc

L&L Chapter 21 – Sales Demonstration

By the White Knight

Both Karen and I had made it into the finals that left us with two days off, as the events would not continue until the weekend crowds mustered.  Sitting quietly in our suite was about as desirable as watching paint dry, so I was up early and began to surf the web.  Greg had been an absolute doll the night before and had rubbed and caressed my body with soothing natural products (from a little company named Burt’s Bees).  The BondageCon 2004 site was filled with my pictures, as were many of the branching linked sites.  As we had stipulated in our agreement all of the photo’s displayed that wonderful ‘Leather and Lace, Inc. logo, which was just a beautiful thing to see.  There were also pictures of Karen and Greg, but the thing that I loved to see was the many descriptions of me as the ‘perfect slave’ or ‘the most wanted submissive’.  I preened to these comments, as I knew that they were a direct reflection of my love for my Master, Greg.

Greg came over with a smile on his face.  ‘I just got off the phone with Mike Thatcher and sales yesterday were tenfold the norm!  He said that if we didn’t take another order for the rest of the week that we would already be well over our forecast.’  Bending over my chair he draped his arms over my chest and began nuzzling my neck.  As I leaned into his kisses my mind teetered in between giving into my desires and doing my job.  My job as I saw it was to be the best representative for L&L that I possibly could be, but his lips just felt so good.   Hmmmm.  ‘Hey, those are pictures of our booth at the convention!’

Huh, what?  I looked up and realized that I must have clicked the mouse on one more link just before my eyes closed.  Yes, there was the L&L booth on streaming video from the day before.  In fact the view showed many of the vendor’s booths and ours only had a few of people around it while others had crowds.  Looking the situation over made me wonder out loud, ‘I would have thought that there would have been more people looking to buy our products now that we are in the number one position?’

Greg laughed softly and responded, “If only it were that easy.  Remember we threw this whole thing together on a wing and a prayer.  No one could have anticipated that you were going to become such a phenomenon. So our booth was pretty much the same as last year, which is conservative versus what the other major players are doing.  Heck, the BDSMtoybox has Autumn down there and most of our other major competitors have top name bondage models with them luring in the customers.  We have two pretty girl next store types in bikini’s who have no more experience in bondage than doing catalog shoots!’  He shook his head and added, ‘I’m afraid that we are just going to have to write this year off as far as convention sales go.’ 

Greg stepped back and rubbed his chin in thought and then I watched his eyes widened as if he was looking at me for the first time that morning.  I was sitting at the computer wearing a very revealing black mesh babydoll which was highlighted with pink.  The large pink bow beneath my breasts drove his eyes directly to my cleavage.  His eyes drank in my upright posture and the flow of my legs.  They were twined to one side as if I were riding the computer stool side saddle.  With the pink satin slippers gracing my feet I must have looked like a Betty Boop poster.  Mind you I had been practicing just this type of look for months as it entranced my Master, but now I knew just what he was thinking.

Smiling I held one hand up in the air with a finger signaling “wait” as I dialed the phone next to the computer.  “Karen honey, how are you feeling today?”  I winked to Greg as I listened to her answer.  “That’s great to hear because you and I have a little job to do today.”  Karen asked me what I meant.  ‘Let’s just call it an intervention.  Oh, and honey, wear something vampy we are going shopping at the convention!’

We met in the lobby and I was not surprised to see Karen wearing a knee length shinny plastic rain coat while Tom looked his usual dapper self.  I smiled at her baby blue rain gear and said mischievously, “let me see!”  Tom looked around and gave Karen a nod at which she whipped open her coat.  From ankles to shoulders she was encased in a white lace body stocking that molded itself to all her lovely curves.  In perhaps a sense of modesty she also wore a light blue satin corset and what looked like matching thong bikini panties.  Blue satin high heeled pumps completed her ensemble. She smiled back at me, “Your turn honey!”

Greg gave me his permission and my light black leather coat opened in excitement.  “Oh, my you weren’t kidding about going all out!”  I was wearing a nearly see through white blouse that only emphasized the studded leather straps that made up the bodysuit that I was wearing.  A very brief pleated black skirt was too short to hide the black lacey garter belts.  Black fishnets rode my legs down into my six inch spiked heeled sandals.  I’d even let my hair down so it hung loosely in waves over my shoulders and all but hid the studded black leather collar that circled my throat.

Closing my coat I put my arm into Karen’s and held her close while I told her my plan.  She nodded her head yes and soon Tom and Greg were in on the discussion as we walked across the street and into the convention. 

The booth was run by clean cut young salesman and two models.  Greg took the young man off to the side and explained what was going to happen while the rest of use began exploring the goods.  There were a number of our convertible furniture pieces available and the wooden butler caught my attention first.  We had one in our bedroom and when it wasn’t wearing one of Greg’s suits, change and cuff links it was generally wearing me.  With just a few simple adjustments it turned into a very sturdy set of padded stocks.  I ran my hand over the wood lovingly and caught my Master’s eye.  Seeing what I was caressing he smiled and gave me a wink.

Glen, the salesman, used his PA to announce us.  ‘Ladies and gentlemen Leather and Lace is please to announce that two of the contestants have decided to test out some of our wares and they have asked that you help them.’  As people began to stroll over Greg gave Tom a nod and together they removed our coats.  Voices in the crowd called out my name and a few others called out Karen’s.  We smiled and posed as people started to pack themselves around the thick red rope that designated our work area.  “Yes, we have our own representative and current number one contestant Sharon Glasser and her girl friend also finalist contestant Karen Moran.’  Applause sounded from the crowd and we both curtsied.

Greg took the mike from Glen and asked the crowd what products they would like to see demonstrated.  I found myself placing cuffs, straps and gags on Karen as Greg played the crowd.  All the while Tom and Glen watched over everyone acting for all intents and purposes like security guards.  After a bit we switched and I was the one being put into a leather arm binder and I must say that Greg had nothing on Karen when it came to sawing on those laces, she had my elbows nearly touching in no time flat!  She buckled the big bright red ball gag on over my hair which made it less secure and which I truly despised.  I did understand the expediency of the task though, but did make a note to talk to her about it before tomorrow’s show.

This went on for a couple of hours and the two models were turned into order takers as the sales rolled in.  The crowd was now huge but very orderly so Greg decided to do a little demonstration of the higher price tag items.  He walked over and whispered into Tom’s ear.  He nodded and with the help of Glen moved the card table and gentlemen’s butler into the center of our roped out area. 

‘Ladies and gentlemen’, Greg began in his showman type voice.  ‘Leather and Lace is proud to present to you two of our new line of convertible furniture products.  The first is this card table which can be used for a number of fantastic bondage ties, but the most special is its St. George’s Cross mode.  The second is the gentlemen’s butler that transforms into an adjustable height head and wrist stocks.’  He moved over to the table and turned to Tom.

‘Tom, have you ever used this item before?’

‘No, although I have played quite a bit of poker at similar tables’, he added with a laugh.

‘Well then ladies and gentlemen let’s see just how easy this transformation truly is then.’  With that Greg began giving Tom orders that had the table open and invert in a number of simple moves.  The arm and leg extension seemed to slide out of the underside of the table from the cross as they made an audible clicking as they snapped into place.  ‘Karen if you would be so kind’, Greg asked. 

Tom held out his hand and helped his wife onto the table where she spread herself out in a sinuous maneuver until her limbs were in there proper places.  Putting down the mike Greg and Tom set about tying Karen to the table with a web work of black rope.  When they finished Tom topped off her bondage with a soft leather blindfold but left her mouth unfettered.  ‘How does that feel’, Tom asked his wife in the mike and than put it to her lips to catch the reply.  ‘Feels good darlin’’, Karen answered with her twangy southern drawl, ‘feels just like home!’

Retrieving the mike Greg said, ‘Now for the fun part ladies and gents.’  Next he had Tom insert a crank handle into the thick central base which he was told to turn clockwise.  To every ones amazement the table began to be lifted upward.  Tom continued his cranking and the table began to resemble a wheel of fortune as it tilted towards the audience.  When he stopped Karen hung suspended from the ropes lying against the table that was angled perhaps thirty degrees from straight up.  The audience applauded and questions flashed back and forth from the crowd.  Grasping the side of the table Greg slowly put it into a spin until Karen’s head now was aimed towards the floor and her feet up into the air.

‘Oh, my, my, my’, Karen said conversationally.  ‘I’ll just bet my little ‘ol head is just right at about the height of our crotch honey?’  Tom slid into place proving that she was correct.

‘How perceptive of you my dear’, Tom replied.  ‘Seems to me like we need to be taking one of these babies home with us to Texas!’ 

As I watched Karen I couldn’t believe at first what I was feeling. That gorgeous figure of hers being shown off by the white lace and the nipping of her waist by the blue satin corset all highlighted by the black rope that dug sweetly into her flesh she looked so absolutely scrumptious tied helplessly before her Master that all eyes were on her.  I looked into the crowd and what I felt was jealously or perhaps more accurately envy.

Tom turned Karen upright once again as Greg picked up the mike once more.  ‘Now ladies and gentlemen I will be converting the gentlemen’s butler into a set of very sturdy stocks.  Once that is accomplished my lovely slave Sharon will show off its uses…’  Interrupting Greg I stepped before him and removed my diaphanous shirt.  The crowd roared its approval as the strappy leather body suit that hardly contained my breasts in its miniature triangles of material was fully revealed.  I smiled as I threw my shirt on the table besides Karen, my turn now.  Hamming it up even further I curtsied to the audience and then moved to the side of the wooden butler and began to show it off like I was a model on the Prices Right. 

Greg gave me a grin and his eyes told me that he understood me more than even I understood myself.  With a shake of his head he continued, ‘as I was saying baby will show off it uses the main one of which is that it is the perfect vehicle for spanking your lover!’  Again the crowd roared and applauded.  He used his hands to settle down the crowd as one of the models brought forward a white leather tray heaped with different types of whips and paddles.  ‘Please feel free to look through our selection that the young ladies will be passing around.  Once you’ve found one that you would like to purchase simply tell one of these women and we will see how much my baby likes your choice!’

The crowd surged towards the girls and Greg turned to me and said, ‘Up for a game of thank you Master can I have another?’

I kept my eyes down as much as possible but beamed my happiness up at him all the same, ‘I’m always ready to play for you Master’.

Then he did it.  Right there in front of the world he lifted my head looked into my eyes and kissed me.  I was so shocked at first that I didn’t respond, but fortunately my body took over as I found myself molding myself into him. 

From somewhere to the left Tom stage whispered, ‘All right you two break it up.  That’s hardly the behavior expected of a Master and his slave at a bondage conference for goodness sake!’  As we parted I couldn’t pull my eyes away from his.  I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t help myself.  ‘Why don’t you get a room’, Tom hissed, ‘or better yet marry the girl and make an honest slave of her like I did Karen!’  Something flashed in his eyes and then with a grin he put a finger to my chin and directed my eyes downward.

‘Perhaps later’, Greg said softly to me as he softly touched my face.  ‘But for now it’s back to work.’

My mind was awhirl as I continued through the motions of showing off the gentlemen’s butler while Greg transformed it.  What had did the flash in his eyes mean?  Marriage?  For God’s sake we had only been together for a few short months!  But then I thought of his parents, of Mike Thatcher and his wife and looking over my shoulder of the very happy Karen and her husband. 

Those words ‘perhaps later’ kept ringing in my brain.  I wasn’t dreaming this Greg truly wanted to marry me.  It all made sense.  He had said all along that he was looking for a life partner so part of me wondered why I was surprised.  The other part of me however thought of our perfect relationship, the Master to slave and lover to lover and did not want to see that change.  My last foray down that road had turned into a disaster as the man I had chosen at the time turned me into a non-important object once we were engaged. 

Greg wasn’t like him at all though.  He possessed me body and soul but he never made me feel unimportant.  In fact it was exactly the opposite he made me feel like I was the most important thing… person… in his life.  I beamed at my man’s back sending my love onto him.  I was still scared in a very small dark part of my mind, but now that I had thought it through all he had to do was ask.  For just as all of his other commands, his wishes were truly my desire!

The stocks were soon set up and Greg took my hand and led me to them.  ‘Please assume the position baby’, his voice crooned to over the PA.  I lay my neck into the padded half circle, snuggling my collar a little higher up my throat.  My wrists fit perfectly into there own receptacles.  I knew the drill well for we had indeed been part of the groups that tested out the prototypes of the gentlemen butler until it was the finely crafted piece of workmanship that it was today.  The top piece was lowered over me and the wing bolts tightened until my neck was snug and my wrists were truly immobilized.

He moved behind me and soon I felt the tip of a riding crop caressing the inside of my leg.  ‘Spread and arch’, he commanded simply.  Shimming my heels from right to left while leaving the balls of my feet on the ground was the only way to get into position while wearing these ultra high heeled sandals, but soon I was just where Master wanted me.  Next I felt his hands on the bottom of my skirt as he rolled it up and over my rump finally tucking it in at my waist.  Moving in front of me I watched as he unsnapped a rod which he held up to show the crowd.  ‘For a final touch this comes complete with an expandable spreader bar which is perfect for keeping your little lady in place!’  The two young ladies knelt on either side of me and put a black leather cuff around each ankle.  The d-rings were faced toward their sister cuff and soon were linked into place with small brass locks.

‘Beautiful’, Greg said softly to the audience.  ‘There is simply nothing as absolutely beautiful as a willing slave bound helplessly before you just waiting for the kiss of leather!’  The crowd roared its approval and soon he had more whips and paddles be bought than he possibly could handle.  He solved this easily by polling the audience to see which of the implements they were purchasing the most.  Soon he had his first three picks lined up and ready to ‘kiss my rear’.

While this was going on a man called out from the audience wondering if I would wear weighted nipple clamps while I was whipped if he paid for them.  ‘What a wonderful idea’, cried out Greg, ‘baby has very sensitive nipples and I am sure that this would truly enhance the experience for her.  I couldn’t see his hands but I knew there feel as my breasts were pulled from their leather cups.  With deft fingers he manipulated the tips of each nipple until they hardened and stood up like small dark bullets.  I winced and groaned as each clip was placed perfectly behind the tips of each and let out an audible ‘ohhhhhh’ as the weights were let loose.

I drank in the new sensation and thought of the view that I must be making for all to see.  My legs spread wide so that every one could appreciate the curves of my flawless ass.  With just the one thong like strip of leather slid through my buttocks their was plenty of virgin white skin to behold, flowing into my long legs sheathed in natural toned stocking with the seams from a V with the apex pointing right where every ones eyes were glued.  I could feel my pussy responding to all of the attention as my breathing started to come faster.  It wouldn’t be long now.  Yum!

‘You know the routine baby’, Master said, ‘but for the rest of you in the audience we will be playing one of our favorite whipping games, ‘Master can I have another’.  ‘Baby will count each stroke and than ask for the next.  Three strokes for each of the whips that you purchase.’ 

Oh and when it began it was every bit as delicious as I had anticipated.  ‘Three, thank you Master may I have another’.  On he moved to the next whip and the next and soon I was swimming in the pleasure and pain mix.  The weights giggled under me and the whips brushed my pussy and all was right in my world.  I hoped that my juices weren’t pouring over the tiny leather patch covering my cunny but on the other hand at this point I couldn’t care less.

I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye and saw Glen letting a woman into the roped off area.  I didn’t know her but somehow she looked familiar.  She was dressed in an elegant black pants suit with a definitely see through top that was covered by a form fitting blazer.  Then I noticed the badge on her jacket.  She was one of the judges!

Glen must have signaled to Greg for he stopped his strokes as I counted two and picked up the PA.  ‘Ladies and gentlemen please welcome one of our hostesses and judges Ms. Chantilly Morgaine.’  The crowded roared their approval as Chantilly was a former bondage model herself.  ‘And what brings you buy if I might ask mam?’

‘I was just looking on and thought that it might be fun to have a crack at your little slave myself’, she replied airily.  ‘Would you all like to see that?’  She asked the crowd which roared its approval.  ‘With your permission, of course, sir.’  Her tone of voice raised the hair on the back of my neck.  I could just see her sliding up against Greg as she asked his permission putting herself on a platter for him to devour at his leisure.

‘What would be Mistresses pleasure’, I asked breaking up her little ploy, whatever the heck it might be.  She walked back in my vision and picked up a lacquered narrow bamboo stalk from a canister filled with a multitude of the whippy rods.  ‘This should do fine’, she said with a smile as she waved the shinny rod in front of my eyes.  As she walked behind me I could hear the click clack of her high heels on the hard floor and noticed the extremely high spikes that she was hiding beneath her pants.

Greg begins to warm up the crowd to this “honor” of having one of the great Chantilly Morgaine grace my bottom with a few licks and crowd went crazy in anticipation.  I felt the tip of the rod press into my newly tenderized ass.  ‘Aiiieeee’, I cried through gritted teeth as the rod met my buttocks in the sweet spot right below the curve of my hips.  It was a perfect blow and the sting was amazing as the glow quickly spread.  ‘One, thank you Mistress may I have another.’  The second was even harder than the first latterly lifting me on the balls of my feet as my ass arched away from the pain.  ‘Two, thank you Mistress, may I have another.’  I could feel her resting the tip of the rod against my stinging rear.  The next slow and measured strike landed exactly where the last had and the molten line of red pain caused me to rear up nearly blasting me out of my heels.

I did not cry as I whipped my head from side to side trying to look behind me.  Many years of yoga taught me to relax and loosen my body until I was able to look far enough over my shoulder through my tussled hair and see her smirk.  Only a sadist will whip their slave in the exact same spot twice so now I knew her measure.  “Two, thank you mistress may I have another.  Perhaps a bit harder though mistress as you don’t seem to have much of an arm.”

I heard her mutter to herself something about me being a tough one and then it happened.  Her hand whipped so fast that if felt like one long drawn out strike as she snapped my rear again and again and again.  ‘Aiieeeeeee’, escaped my clamped lips. Until all of a sudden it stopped.  The last thing I heard was the whip thunking into something hard but thank goodness it wasn’t me.

In a shadow beyond me I saw what looked like Greg pulling the rod from Chantilly’s hands.  So softly that I doubt the crowd could hear I heard him say to her, ‘leave, you are no longer welcome here.’

She didn’t give up easily as she ran a hand up his arm and said, ‘I’ll go for now.  But just remember that when you are done playing with your little baby here I be right around the corner.’  Greg didn’t say anything else as she turned and left.

Picking up the PA he turned to the crowd, ‘Some of you may think that baby is something that you can use and abuse and those of you that do you are WRONG!  She is someone that you abuse, abuse and abuse but there is never any using.  My slave baby is the complete slave there is no using in our relationship because of her desire to please or better put her desire to be the yin to my yang.  For my part that means that I have a responsibility to her also and that means that I will not allow her to be used by someone to see how hard they can whip her.’  Again he glared at Ms. Morgaine’s retreating back, but then he chuckled and then tapped my aching globes with the cane.  ‘Mind you I might give her a good whipping when she deserves it… but rest assured I’ll make her work for it first!’ 

The crowd roared with laughter and the tension evaporated.  Greg let me rest awhile as Tom began to try out different vibrators on Karen.  We went on with our show for another hour or so but now I couldn’t help but worry that there was a truly beautiful and dangerous women out there who was after my man.