I told my wife to get up and I walked to her and attached leash to her collar and took her outside nude as well and we walked to the beach. Saw a lavi...s breakfast buffet set up and about 20 sub femals most are bald like wife. We stood in line with then and then the event director walked up and said good morning to us and that today will be slave olympics. He said for the masters to find a female sub that you want to be you slaves partner. I walked down and looked the others over and talked to. I have medium blonde hair with silverhighlights which falls to my shoulders in a swishy pageboy. Not too badlooking, if I say so myself. Especially when I put on my warpaint.I own a Beauty Salon. Cheryl's Beauty Salon. Not a very distinctive namebut a name which tells it like it is. I make people beautiful. Women, and Ireally shouldn't say, ssssshh, sometimes men. It is all I have ever wantedto do with my life. From sitting at my mother's side as she did her hair orput on her makeup, I have. "Bend over," she said in a cute little voice, biting her lip.I turned and assumed the positition that Shannon had previously occupied, placing my hands on the arm of the couch. I swallowed hard as Shannon moved behind me. My arms were trembling with anticipation as she reached around and undid my pants. She then pulled them down my legs and I kicked them away. Shannon lowered herself downwards, her small delicate hands roaming all over my ass as she assumed a kneeling position behind me. I. A group of soldiers comes down the corridor towards me, dressed in the same uniform jumpsuits I wear. There movements are leisurely, confirming we are not on alert.Most of the soldiers are men, but there is one woman with them, not as tall and long-legged as me but with a pretty face and neat blonde hair, that she keeps cut shorter than I wear mine.The approaching group clock the insignia on my jumpsuit (or more likely simply recognize me), and give me the salute due to a senior officer. I.