O's Graduation

odalisque's Graduation

Friday

Master brought me to San Francisco on a one-week test. This is to be slave's final exam and, hopefully, graduation celebration. i have been in training with Master for more than six months. The training has included grooming, posture, conduct, attitude, obedience and lots of nakedness. i am almost always collared and cuffed. slave is naked in Master's home, usually in His car and sometimes in other places. When i disappoint Master i am punished, sometimes severely. i have learned not to disappoint Master. i am disciplined for training purposes, and sometimes just for Master's enjoyment.

During these past months, i have learned to accept slave's submissive nature and to cherish slave's relationship with Master. i love being His slave and i want very much to perform well and please Him this week. It has been many days since i have been punished for disappointing Master, but i have a feeling that Master is preparing some very difficult tests for His slave during the coming week. It's easy to be submissive and obedient (and naked) in the comfort and privacy of Master's home, it may be quite another thing, entirely, to be a slave on display in public, in the light of day.

W/we arrived in the late afternoon, Friday, and checked into a h otel right downtown, near Union Square . It is a very fancy hotel where television & movie stars and politicians & foreign leaders stay. Master said He chose it because a place like that knows how to mind their own business.

When i ride with Master, i am expected to be naked or, at least, with slave's bare ass on the seat. Since i was not naked today, this meant that the hem of slave's mini-dress was pulled up to somewhere close to slave's waist.

Master hates to see women tugging at their dresses (“If you have to keep tugging at your short dress, wear a longer one.”) so i am not allowed to adjust slave's clothing without Master's permission. Master turned into the garage of the hotel and stopped in front of a wall of windows dividing the valet parking garage/reception area from the massive lobby. As soon as He stopped, a doorman was at the car to open the passenger-side door. i swiveled and stood and heard Master say “Adjust your dress, odalisque”. The doorman had, of course, seen the dress up around slave's waist, but none of the dozens of people in the lobby had, as i was still hidden by the door of Master's car.

i guess it didn't really matter much since the mini-dress Master chose for me to wear is very sheer. The floral pattern confuses the eye a little, but it was not too difficult to see slave's bald pubic mound and erect nipples and rouged areola through the thin material. i was immediately reminded of this when W/we entered the lobby and a woman nudged her companion and literally pointed at me. i guess it might have been the collar and cuffs that caught her attention.

At the check-in desk, an attractive young woman took Master's information and credit card, but her attention was divided between slave's collar and cuffs, slave's covered, but not hidden, breasts and her job. When she completed her duties, she looked at me and said, “You look quite beautiful through that dress Miss.”

i think she picked her words carefully, just to let me know that she could very clearly see through slave's dress. i stood at the check-in desk with a face that was, i am sure, fire-engine red.

“Thank the lady for the compliment, odalisque”. Master said, after a moment of slave's silence. i'm sure slave's blush increased a number of degrees; i felt like a little girl being told to thank the lady for a sucker she had given me.

“Thank you Mistress. You are very kind.” It seemed odd calling this 20-something young woman “Mistress”. She was probably a year or so one side or the other of slave's age, but that is what Master expects of His slave.

In the elevator the bellman made no attempt to look anywhere but at slave's exposed body and “leather jewelry”. Master's room was on the tenth floor, so i rode ten floors with this, not-so-young, man blatantly staring at slave's body from top to bottom and back.

The elevator did not stop until the 10 th floor, but, when it did, there were two men waiting to take the car back down. When the doors opened, the bellman and Master waited for me to exit first. When i stepped out of the elevator, i saw slave's reflection in the large mirror on the opposite wall. i could hardly have been more on display if i had been, truly, naked. The bellman moved around me so that he could lead us to Master's room. i heard one of the men say, “Shit, Rick is going to be really sorry he wasn't ready in time to join us and see that.” i could feel the flush again, but i loved the obvious admiration (or was it lust?) in his voice as W/we walked away. It occurred to me that i might spend this entire week blushing in one degree or another.

The bellman opened the door to the room and held it open for Master and slave to enter. He put the two suitcases on the stands and began to describe the amenities of the room. It was a wonderful room, and did have lots of nice features, but i think he was milking the situation a bit. He was telling us about the convenience bar, VCR, computer connection, big screen TV, whirlpool bath etc. Even when he opened the curtains to a breathtaking view of San Francisco Bay , and much more, the bellman's eyes hardly left slave's body. i think slave's leather jewelry gave the bellman permission, in his mind, to stare at slave's body without reproach. i looked at Master and He smiled. Master tipped him, and instructed me to show him to the door.

When the bellman left, Master told me I could keep slave's dress on. Master said he was going to take a shower, and then W/we would have dinner in the room tonight. When Master returned He was wearing His robe. He removed fresh slacks and a shirt from the suitcase and put them on.

He sat in one of the easy chairs and i brought Him the room-service menu. Master directed me to order the steak for Him and a Caesar salad for me, with a bottle of California sparkling wine. i did, and upon hanging up, i knelt at Master's feet as i have been trained to do. slave has been trained to kneel at Master's left, facing Him, with slave's butt resting on slave's heels, knees spread at least shoulder width apart and hands clasped behind slave's neck, elbows out in line with slave's shoulders.

Master instructed me to put His gorgeous cock in slave's mouth. i love sucking Master's wonderful cock, so i quickly knelt between His knees, unzipped His slacks and drew His semi-hard organ into slave's mouth. The time passed swiftly and then there was a knock on the door, “Room service.”

Master instructed me to open the door. i replaced His wonderful cock in His trousers, zipped His fly, and walked across the room. i opened the door and invited the young Hispanic man into Master's room. He smiled and thanked me. He didn't seem that surprised to be able to see slave's body quite clearly through slave's dress, but neither did he look away. i wondered if the bellman had spread the word.

The young man made the square cart into a round table, removed the lids from the food and placed the sparkling-wine bucket in the stand beside the table. He asked if Master wished him to open the wine. Of course, Master did. When he poured the wine, Master signed the bill, tipped him and instructed me to show him to the door.

When the waiter had gone, Master instructed me to get naked.

Master finished dinner and instructed slave to empty the suitcases. As i was doing so, He picked the tube dress from slave's hands before i could put it away. When i finished, Master instructed me to put the tube dress on, with 3-inch high mules.

This dress is knit in something like a tube and stretches to slave's shape like a second skin. Unlike most of slave's clothes, it is not see-through. The catch is that it is just long enough to cover between slave's nipples and sex, but scarcely an inch longer. Master had it specially altered. If the dress comfortably covers all of slave's sex, than the top of slave's areola are just visible above the dress. If slave's areola are well covered, slave's sex lips try to peek out below the hem. Needless to say, due to Master's tenet regarding adjusting clothing, i walk very carefully wearing the tube dress. Sitting is another matter. Master requires that i always sit bare-assed, so i simply pull the hem up a few inches and slave's ass is bare on the chair.

When slave had slipped on the tube dress, Master adjusted it so that the top was barely above slave's nipples with a hint of red crescent of areola just visible above, and the hem was safely below the lips of slave's sex.

Master led slave to the elevator and to the lobby below. You would have thought that no one in the hotel had seen a micro-mini dress before. i am sure every head in the lobby turned and stared. The lobby is quite large and there are chairs and tables and a small bar. There must have been twenty or thirty people sitting at tables, standing at the check-in, or on their way to or from their rooms. i am sure not one person missed an opportunity to stare at me in the micro-mini dress. i suspect that i will need to get used to that kind of attention. Master often refers to me as His display slave. i think this week a lot of me will be on display, a lot of the time.

At the other end of the hotel lobby area is a lovely bar with live music and a tiny dance floor. The hostess smiled as Master and slave approached. There were a dozen or so steps up to the lounge and, of course, the dress rode up a bit as i walked up the carpeted stairs. “Wow, you do have to be careful wearing that dress, don't you?” the hostess said with a big smile.

“A little bit, yes, Mistress.” i said and returned her smile. Again it felt strange to call a woman slave's own age “Mistress”.

The lounge is rather dark so i know people could see that the dress is very short, but i don't think they could really see what may have been showing. The hostess led us to a cocktail table directly in front of the three musicians. Master held the chair for me. As i sat, i pulled the hem of the dress up so that slave's bare ass was sitting on the chair.

Master does not allow slave to cross her legs or even close them, so slave's bare sex was exposed, under the table, to the band,. The band was on the floor, not a stage, so, i assumed they could see slave's bare sex under the table. How well they could see, i didn't know.

The piano player was the first to notice me and lost no time in hipping the drummer and bass player. All three smiled and nodded to me. i smiled back and flushed, i am sure, from head to toe.

The waitress came to the table and didn't seem to be aware that slave's legs were bare all the way to slave's sex and bare butt. She was very conscious of the 3-inch wide leather collar around slave's neck and the 2-inch cuffs around slave's wrists.

Master ordered two glasses of Merlot and a cheese plate.

The trio was quite good, playing swing jazz like Goodman, Gershwin and Dorsey; just the sort of music Master and slave love. When the waitress returned, she placed the wine and cheese on the small table and then dropped a napkin on the floor next to me. When she bent to pick it up, it was obvious that she was looking at slave's legs and slave's plucked-smooth sex. i tried not to make eye contact as she stood up.

When the band took a break, the piano player/leader came over to the table with a big smile and said, “You are a very beautiful, and sexy, distraction, Ma'am.”

i responded before being told to this time, “Thank you very much, Sir.” as he walked away.

We lingered over our wine through another set by the band, and then Master said it was time to go. i hoped Master would tell me it was okay to adjust slave's dress as i stood, but He did not. Instead, he pulled slave's chair out and, after a slight hesitation, i rose to slave's feet. The hem of slave's dress was inches above the lips of slave's sex.

The woman at the table next to O/ours nudged her companion and, in a voice nothing like a whisper, said, “Oh my God, look at that slut.” Her companion looked, and a very large smile came across his face. i am sure even slave's pubic area was blushing now.

i have never, in twenty-six years, been called a slut but, i thought, what kind of woman would walk through a cocktail lounge with her pussy exposed to anyone who was looking? A slut; or a sex slave, maybe they are one and the same. Maybe i should get used to being called a slut.

After what seemed like hours, but was, in fact, just seconds, Master said i could adjust slave's dress. i did so as quickly, discreetly, yet as carefully, as i could. Even though some people had clearly seen slave's sex, i didn't want to pull too hard and expose slave's nipples to a bunch more people.

“You two have a wonderful evening.” The hostess said as W/we passed.

Master took slave out to the street and W/we walked through the city for thirty minutes or so. It was just a little bit cool, so slave's nipples were a little more erect than usual. i received many stares along the way. i didn't hear the word slut again, but it was obvious that some people disapproved of slave's dress (or maybe it was the collar and cuffs). Of course, i also saw some very big smiles, on men's, and some women's, faces.

i did hear a comment about slave's collar. A woman said to her male companion when they were a few steps in front of us, “Look at that collar.” and as they passed, “No man could ever do that to me!” i loved that , because it suggested how singular i am; how few women would do for Master, what slave does. i just hope that i am strong enough to do all that Master may ask of me during this week.

When W/we returned to the hotel lobby, i saw one of the desk clerks sort of “pssssst” another and nod her head in O/our direction. They both watched U/us all the way to the elevator. Master pushed the “up” button and the doors immediately opened.

When the doors closed, Master took me in His arms, kissed me very long and hard, and told me that i had done quite well this evening. i was very pleased and proud, but more than a little apprehensive as to what tomorrow would bring. Whatever it might bring, i knew that i would do slave's best to make Master happy, and proud of His slave.

Before the elevator doors opened on the tenth floor, Master pushed the top of slave's dress down over slave's breasts and hips to the floor. i stepped out of it, picked it up and handed it to Master, as i have been taught. i walked, naked, at Master's side, back to His room. Fortunately, no one else was in the hall.

Back in Master's room, i oiled Master's cock for the required 30 minutes, and then wrote in slave's journal. i tried to remember all the things that were said to, and about me, but slave's emotions were so high, many would not come back to me. i will try to work on that. Master wants me to keep a thorough, detailed journal. Sometimes it is a bit difficult to concentrate when one is all-but naked before dozens of strangers.

After finishing writing in slave's journal, i was allowed to suck Master's long, hard cock and cum as much as i could. i fell asleep, emotionally exhausted, with His wonderful cock in slave's mouth.