A Game of Desire: Networking Nights in Vegas
The Initiation
My initiation into the alternative lifestyle began in my early 20s. College was a vibrant playground, with its fair share of kink parties and dungeon events. The vanilla story we tell is that we met on OkCupid, but I met my cuck husband on Collarspace when it was known as CollarMe.
I have a Master's Degree in a technical field and have worked across diverse industries. I say all this to give you an idea of who I am and how this evening that I'm about to describe to you came to be.
A Tech Conference in Vegas
Earlier this year, I attended a tech conference in Vegas. It was my first big event of any sort since pre-pandemic. My friends back home are well aware of our relationship status, so they were encouraging me to find some extracurricular fun while in Sin City.
The first few days I did have some fun with new friends from the conference. I have a way of gravitating toward people who are up for more than a vanilla evening. One evening, a new friend and I picked up two guys from the UK, danced with them, and invited them back to our respective rooms. It was fun, but I did not feel the spark that I do when I'm negotiating scenes with kinky partners.
A Chance Encounter
Fast forward to the last evening of the conference. There was a big party planned, and none of my new girlfriends were ready yet so I stepped out of my hotel room, dressed in a low-cut flowy dress showing a hint of my strappy bondage-style black bra.
A few steps toward the elevator, I noticed a guy about my age who had on a conference badge. I asked him if he was going to the party. He revealed that he was, but that he had no idea where he was going. I told him to follow me. We continued talking, and I realized he was a bit reserved. He was relieved to have someone guiding him.
The Party Begins
Along the walk to the party, we discovered that we lived less than a half hour from each other. We worked in similar industries and shared hobbies. I made a new friend. He was clearly very smart, a little geeky, and definitely shy. So cute. I am well acquainted with that type. Easy to manipulate.
He clung to me at the party and we ordered some drinks and food together. I had to coax some details out of him, and he seemed to enjoy it. I told him that my main goal for coming to the conference was to network, so I pulled him along as I struck up conversations along our way to find somewhere to sit down to eat.
A Lesson in Socializing
He looked nervous and explained that he used to be more social and outgoing but due to the pandemic, he lost that touch with that side of himself. I told him I would take care of it.
With ease, we buddied up with two guys who also happened to live in his town, and we chatted about tech stuff, college, bars, etc. We all decided to leave together for drinks but somehow lost the two guys in the crowd.
He continued to stay with me as I made my way through the crowd, introducing myself and connecting with as many people as I could. I was between jobs at the time and had gone to the conference with one goal in mind: networking. And I was doing a phenomenal job of it.
Gamification of Networking
As we navigated through the crowd, he couldn't help but voice his admiration for my easy rapport with everyone we met. I told him it was something that came naturally to me, and I offered to coach him a bit. He swallowed hard, stammering out excuses and expressing self-doubt. I reassured him, promising I'd be by his side and ready to step in if things got awkward.
I steered him towards a man standing alone, who looked as introverted as he was. He managed to strike up a conversation with him. Next, we approached a young woman, and this time he did a little better. He was astounded at his own progress, expressing disbelief that he'd actually managed to hold a conversation with a stranger. A woman nonetheless.
Seeing his nervousness, I asked if he found it particularly daunting to talk to women, worried they might misconstrue his intentions as flirtatious. He admitted that he was, indeed, somewhat apprehensive about that.
From Socializing to Seduction
As the evening wore on, I began to up the ante. I find gamification fascinating, so I turned our networking into a kind of game. I guided him on how to spot influential individuals by their badge colors, how to identify speakers at the conference, and when it was appropriate to step away from individuals who lacked an account on the professional networking site, as our primary goal was to network. He found the challenge exhilarating and, with each interaction, he became bolder, even starting to identify potential connections on his own. My heart and clit swelled with pride at his progress. I realized I was not only loving this interaction -- I was aroused.
Signs of Servitude
At one point, we paused at a cocktail table and I noticed I was in need of a napkin. Without a moment's hesitation, he rushed off to fetch one for me. Such chivalry! He then began to carry my drinks and food as we continued to mingle. I've been in the lifestyle long a long time, and I know when someone gets a kick out of serving, out of being given orders. I saw it in him, though I wasn't sure if he was aware of it himself. What he did seem to enjoy was the newfound confidence and the sense of being the life of the party.
A New Opportunity
Toward the end of the night, we struck up a conversation that led to a job interview offer for me. He was flabbergasted and declared he needed to learn all my networking secrets. When the party wrapped up, we moved on to a bar, where he continued to show subtle signs of servitude, and we found ourselves standing increasingly close.
As the night progressed, I was filled with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. I wasn't sure if getting involved with someone from a conference was the right move.
A Challenge
I excused myself to the restroom, and when I returned, he shared some surprising news: an attractive woman had approached him while I was away, gave him her number, and asked if he'd like to meet up with her.
He looked at me, uncertainty in his eyes, and asked what he should say to her. With a mischievous smirk, I suggested he ask her if she'd be interested in a threesome. He burst out laughing, but my expression remained serious, causing his laughter to trail off into an awkward silence.
An Unexpected Proposal
He then asked if I'd be interested in spending some alone time with him, as he was really enjoying my company. His question caught me off guard, and I felt a pang of jealousy. I found myself wondering if he would abandon our newfound connection for a more certain opportunity. I told him he would have to be patient, continue behaving, and we'd see what the future held.
The Look
He was quick to clarify that while he was thoroughly enjoying being my boy toy at the event, things might be different in a more intimate setting. I responded with a simple 'good', and then, somewhat impulsively, asked him to kneel. To my surprise, he complied.
We continued our conversation until I tugged him back to his feet by his conference badge. The intensity of the look we exchanged at that moment was almost tangible - it was sharp enough to cut glass. I could feel a rush of exhilaration coursing through me.
The Uncomfortable Truth
As he rose to his feet, I noticed a distinct discomfort in his demeanor. It didn't take long to realize the source – he was trying to adjust his evident arousal. I was thrilled, if not a bit amused at his predicament.
An Honest Confession
Leaning in close, he whispered to me in a voice heavy with desire, confessing his longing.
"I want to fuck your smart brains out"
He wanted to fuck me not for my body, but for my intellect.
It was one of the most sensual compliments I had ever received. There's something incredibly attractive about someone who values the mind over the body. My mind is my true essence; without mental connection, physical attraction loses its allure.
Breaking the Ice
Normally, such a confession would have made me blush, but at that moment, arousal overrode any semblance of coquettishness.
I pulled him in for a passionate kiss, then teasingly pushed him back down, giggling at his plight. I found myself wishing I had worn a pair of sexy heels just to heighten his discomfort.
A Tantalizing Prospect
Despite my general rule of not getting sexually involved with submissive men, my desire for him was undeniable. He made it clear that he knew his way around pleasing a woman, speaking with such confidence for the first time that evening, that it was hard to resist.
Sharing Intimate Stories
As we walked back to our hotel, we shared past sexual adventures and fantasies we ached to explore. My tales were significantly more risqué, and I half expected him to recoil. Instead, he kept repeating that I was 'dangerous' for him. I wasn't exactly sure what he meant by that.
Fear or Fascination?
Was he afraid of what my cunning mind might compel him to do? Or what kind of tantalizing torment it might subject him to?
