Chapter 10

Jane woke early. The convention didn’t open until noon, and it was only a short drive away, but something in her gut told her parking would be a nightmare. She slipped quietly out of bed and into the bathroom, going through her usual routine before stepping into the shower.

She washed her hair, soaped her body, then grabbed her razor and, starting at her toes, worked her way up. Legs, underarms, and every other spot that needed attention—she made herself smooth all over.

By the time she was drying off and rubbing lotion into her skin from top to bottom, Frank had woken and was leaning in the doorway, watching her with an easy smile.

“What?” she asked when she caught him staring.

“Nothing. You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his smile deepening. “I just had no idea it took so much work to stay that way.”

She laughed and threw a towel at him. “You have no idea what we women go through.”

He caught the towel and stepped in, pulling her into a warm hug. “I love you,” he whispered against her ear. “All of you. Just the way you are.”

She laughed softly and teased, “Well, you should’ve told me that before I started getting ready. Would’ve saved me hours.”

While Jane returned to her primping, Frank headed into the shower, shaved, and dressed. He chose a deep black cotton dress shirt and tailored black slacks, pairing them with tight boxer briefs his wives had picked out for him—they claimed they gave him just the right shape, though his body didn’t need much help these days. Thanks to the WE, he looked twenty-one again, lean, muscled, effortlessly fit.

He finished dressing, pulling on soft black leather boots that were neither cowboy nor dressy—something masculine but comfortable. In the mirror, he adjusted his cuffs as Jane moved to her suitcase.

She pulled out a black spandex bodysuit and the new collar they’d chosen for the trip—sleek, elegant, with a silver ring for a leash. She’d insisted Frank carry the leash; it wasn’t just play, it was protection. With him leading her, no one would mistake her for someone available.

She stepped into the suit, one leg, then the other, and pulled it up over her body. The spandex hugged every curve—neck to wrists to ankles, completely covered, yet every line of her form was still on display.

“Zip me up, please,” she said, holding her hair aside.

Frank moved to her, found the zipper at mid-back, and pulled it up to the nape of her neck. He smoothed the suit gently down her back, then stepped back to admire her.

Jane shifted her weight nervously and looked up at him. “How do I look?”

Frank smiled, eyes soft but hungry. “You look incredible.”

She exhaled in relief, fussing a bit with the fabric. She checked the twin zippers over her chest—they moved easily, allowing her breasts to be freed if desired. She wasn’t large on top, but her small, firm breasts were sensitive, and the thought of being exposed to Frank’s touch sent a shiver through her.

Finally, she checked the long zipper between her legs. It parted smoothly, designed for bathroom breaks or, if the mood struck Frank, quick and easy access for play. The idea sent another shiver through her, this one harder to suppress.

Frank caught the look in her eyes and grinned. “Behave,” he teased.

Jane laughed and shook her head. “If you don’t stop looking at me like that, we’re never going to make it to this convention.”

Frank picked up the collar and held it open to her. She knew what it meant and she stepped into it without hesitation. Frank clipped it closed around her neck and all of her worries disappeared, being replaced by his calm authority. They had played many times in the past and each time she let go of everything and let him take over. She breathed deeply, calm evident in her posture. Frank picked up the leash and held it out to her. “Now or later?”

She looked at his eyes, the eyes she had woken up to many times, the eyes of her husband and master, the eyes that loved her wholly and completely. “Now.” she said quietly tilting her head back so that the ring could be easily accessed.

Frank clipped the thin silver chain to the ring and held it in his hand, making sure it was long enough to allow Jane to walk but tight enough that there was no doubt about who was in charge.

Frank made sure he had his wallet, his phone, keys, change, and the room card in his pockets. Jane left the hotel room with nothing. No purse, no phone, no nothing. The change in her was even more stark if you could have seen her on a normal day back home.

They walked to the elevator and pressed the button. As they descended, the elevator stopped at another floor and a woman dressed in a leather dom outfit stepped in. She was leading two men by silver leashes who didn’t raise their heads and obediently stepped into the elevator and silently moved to stand close to her. Frank gave the woman a nod of her head, silently acknowledging her presence. She gave him a shy smile and nodded her head to him. Her eyes did flick over to Jane who had her head up, eyes forward. She gave Frank a head nod as well after evaluating Jane for a moment.

She scares me. Jane said through their WE connection.

Me too. Frank said back as the elevator arrived at the lobby.

The convention was being held at a convention hall which was part of a large hotel complex. The parking lot was not nearly as full as Jane had worried about, but their Camry did have to be parked in the back half of the lot.

Frank took the leash in hand and stood in front of Jane one last time. “You said you wanted this, so here we are. If you have any doubts, say something now and we will go home.”

Jane met his gaze, “no, I want to see this.”

Frank wrapped the leash around his hand twice and turned toward the convention center with Jane walking silently and obediently beside him.

They went up one level and entered another world.

A sign at the top of the escalator read:

No means No. If it isn’t yours, don’t touch. Consent is mandatory. Respect is expected. Look all you like—touch only with permission. What’s on display is not an invitation.

Frank and Jane both exchanged a look at the sign and laughed that something like that would be on display, but it did make sense.

They turned from the sign and started walking among the throng of people that had gathered to celebrate this lifestyle.

Frank had seen naked people before. Hell, at work most of the men in the room were following Rule 8 day in and day out, the dancers were half naked most of the day, but that was work. This was not work and the site of so many nude bodies started to get his blood flowing and he had to adjust himself while they both stood there.

“Well, that is something you don’t see everyday.” Jane said, taking his hand in hers and pressing her body against his arm.

There were men with only leather jocks covering their parts, women wearing strappy leather outfits that accentuated their breasts as well as their pubic areas, collars of all shapes, and leather goods that boggled the mind.

“Where should we start?” Frank asked.

Jane looked around, deciding if they should go straight ahead, to the left or to the right. She tugged on his hand and whispered to him personally, right.

They moved through the crowd of people going from booth to booth, people selling services and items of various quality.

One booth had woman in restraints on her back on an adjustable table that could be moved to accommodate anyone that bought it. Her arms could be adjusted in or out while her body was held steady. Her legs could be secured straight out, or wide open and as the salesman demonstrated, the woman’s legs could be pulled back allowing her to be used sexually by anyone. The woman had her head covered so that she couldn’t see what was going on. Her nose and mouth were exposed so that she could breathe and as the demonstration continued, her head could be positioned so that her mouth could be used without releasing her body.

The salesman actually took his dick out of his pants and rubbed on the woman’s lips and she sucked him into her mouth as if it was the most natural thing in the whole world.