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Subject: Conquoring Texas, 1 - D/s, B/D, cons M/f
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Conquoring Texas...

	Of course she always said she was submissive, but he knew she
was, in reality, about as submissive as a wild mare in rut. After the
first time they'd met in person he could see the flashing in her eyes
whenever he'd extend the least challenge or begin to tease her. True,
she did always seem to pull back from actually voicing anything that
could have been considered "disrespectful", however playfully it would
have been meant, but still, he could see that she was swallowing the
impluse hard. It always made him smile wickedly and in a way it was
one of the things he adored in her... her spirit... 
	They had known each other on-line for quite some time,
casually at first, then slowly, finding themselves having more and
more extended conversations, discovering that they enjoyed many of the
same things, had a similar wicked sense of humor and, at times, could
almost read each others thoughts. And of course, underneath all the
politeness and civility, they both recognized a slowly growing heat
beginning to build.
	Finally, they decided to drop the mask of casualness and hear
what each other sounded like, so a series of phone calls began. That
was really what stoked the fires, as their very first conversation
easily, almost automatically, transformed itself into an erotic
adventure. When she had hung up the phone that first time, after
having shuddered through a series of trembling orgasms, she realized
she was actually kneeling in the center of her bed, naked, her nipples
clamped, a pair of vibrators filling her between her widely spread
thighs... and she had glided into this position simply because of his
instructions, his gentle coaxing and the low, soothing tones of his
voice.
	Finally, one day, he announced that he would just happen to be
in her area and asked if she would care to meet, in person. Upon
seeing these words flash onto the screen of her computer, her stomach
tensed nervously, while her sex instantly moistened in equal measure.
Seconds later, her sex proved the more potent force and she agreed
that they should meet.
	The meeting went well, as they instantly recognized each other
across the length of the diner, and as he slid easily into the booth
across from her their eyes locked. Her stomach flipped and fluttered,
wondering what he expected, would demand from her, but his eyes, while
deep and intense, probing and attentive, were also kind and loving.
She fell into them and was rewarded with a pleased and thankful smile
from him. He asked for her hand which she extended across the table
toward him and he gently took it. He coaxed her for a quiet laugh and
she offered one, framing it with a warm blush. As they finished their
lunch, he requested her body.... and she simply nodded in agreement,
her eyes fixed on his....
	
	That had been their first meeting. There had been several
since, each of which had proven more active and adventurous than the
last. She almost felt that he was studying her body with each
encounter, slowly refining his knowledge of how to work her flesh to
draw each new wracking orgasm or even the tiniest moaning shudder of
enjoyment from her. Their play and love making would leave her
breathless and amazed, and afterwards, as he would pamper and bathe
her, massage and gently stroke her sated nerves, she surrendered up
another little piece of her heart to him as she knew he was giving
back a piece of his own to fill whatever void her gift would have
created inside her.
	One day, as he sat beside where she lay on the bed, naked and
limp from their activities, gently massaging her hand, rubbing the
smooth, slippery oil into it, pampering it, he casually spoke as if
mentioning something of little consquence.
	"I think, my love, it's time we introduced you to a slightly
higher level of experience."
	"I... I don't know what you mean..."
	She was looking at him, puzzled and quickly noticed the flick
of his eyes from her hand to her face, a slight sternness there.
	"...sir" she added quickly.
	Satisfied, he smiled and returned his gaze to her fingers,
sliding them softly through his own as he worked the muscles, soothing
and pampering them.
	"Well, it's not important for you to know. It's only important
for me to know." He gave himself an impish little grin, then looked at
her once more.
	"So... do you trust me?"
	"Yes sir."
	"And you agree to let whatever happens with this new....
experience... happen?"
	"Y - yes sir."
	He smiled broadly, kindly, comfortingly.
	"You have your safeword, you know, Susan. You can use it at
any time if you begin to feel uncomfortable."
	"I know."
	His gaze was hot now, piercing into her eyes and searing her
soul.
	"I only want you to enjoy yourself to the fullest. You know
that, don't you."
	"Yes sir" she sighed, feeling the faint tingling in her sex.
	"Good."
	"Sir?"
	"Yes" he said, almost a whisper as he returned to gently
working her fingers, stroking and studying them.
	"When is this... whatever.. going to happen."
	He grinned impishly.
	"Tomorrow night."
	
	The doorbell rang and she flinched so hard she almost stumbled
in her step. She stopped long enough to draw a deep, steadying breath
and run her hands down the length of her body, checking that she had
prepared herself as he had instructed. Under the the silky blouse and
wrap skirt was the snug teddy... down her legs were the stockings and
her highest heeled shoes adorned her feet. She sighed, turned and
moved to the door.
	He stood there, smiling, his face glowing in the light that
spilled past her from the doorway, and she instantly noticed the black
bag at his side. He had brought that bag on a couple previous
occasions and she had yet to experience all the "treasures" it
contained.
	She smiled and stepped back to allow him to enter, but he
merely stepped into the portal and leaned in to give her a gentle,
soft kiss before fixing his eyes on hers.
	"You look wonderful" he whispered and she could feel herself
begin to flush, the warmth rising into her cheeks.
	"Thank you, sir" she breathed.
	"So... all set?"
	"Y - yes sir".
	"In that case, please move to the center of the room, face me
and kneel. You know the position."
	She caught her breath, a ripple of excitement gripping her,
her clit tingling slightly. But she slowly backed from the door to the
indicated place and lowered herself to her knees, leaning back on her
haunches and placing her palms on her thighs.
	He watched her perform this delicate ritual of submission and
she could see from his expression that it pleased him.
	"Now... close your eyes."
	She slid her lids shut, feeling herself begin to relax,
sensing the control of her body slipping slowly from her hands into
his. But this time, she heard and sensed that he had not closed the
door behind himself, but rather was standing in the doorway, as if
waiting. And then she heard the sounds of someone else approaching the
house and stepping into the room, before the door closed with it's
gentle click and the lock was turned.
	"All right, my love, here are the rules for this evening. You
are not to speak except to use your safeword. You may cry out, of
course, that is expected, actually... but outside of that, your
purpose tonight is not to speak, or even to think but simply to feel.
If you believe you have been worked to your limit, use your safeword.
If you find yourself in any distress, use your safeword. I hope
neither of those circumstances will occur, of course, and I don't
think they will... I think I know you well enough now to prevent that.
But, tonight, you should be prepared for anything and everything. If
you understand and agree to this, please nod."
	She drew in a deep breath and nodded.
	"Wonderful. Tonight, my love... you will have two Masters.....
or shall I say.... well, why don't you open your eyes now..."
	Her breath was already rapid and shallow when she opened her
eyes and saw that, standing beside him, just before the now locked
front door, was a woman.... tall and well built with flaming red hair,
deep green eyes and well defined and attractive features. She could
not guess the woman's age, but assumed she was somewhere in her 30's.
What she could tell instantly, however, was that this woman was
studying her... almost inventorying her. And her eyes were already
blazing with a heat unlike that she had ever seen on his face... a
heat of a different, more consuming character.
	The redhead was wearing a belted raincoat which fell just
below her knees, and after a long moment she slowly nodded.
	"Oooh, yeah" the redhead whispered, her voice husky with
lust... "she'll do just fine."
	The redhead reached almost casually for the knotted belt of
the coat, pulled it open smoothly and slid it from her shoulders,
revealing the sheen and glitter of the black leather bodice
underneath, it's armorlike panels held together by small silver
colored rings, yet leaving her full, well shaped breasts completely
uncovered. Instantly she saw that the redhead was shaved, the soft,
bare, curving bulge of her mons peeking out from below the bodice as
the raincoat fluttered to the floor in a pile behind her.
	Susan was trembling now, her mind flooded with confused
excitement, as the redhead slowly strode the distance between them and
stopped, her flat, leather-encased stomach mere inches from Susan's
face. She reached out a delicate hand and slipped it under Susan's
chin, gently tipping her head up so that she could look down into her
face.
	"She's beautiful" the woman said, admiringly.
	"I know" she could hear him reply, an edge of pride in his
voice.
	"Tell me, when she cums... is she... noisy?"
	Susan could hear him chuckle wickedly, somewhere back by the
door.
	"Well..." the redhead said, a half-smile on her lips... "let's
find out, shall we?"
	She slipped her hand from under Susan's face and turned moving
toward where her raincoat had fallen. Susan could see that he was
smiling, enjoying her confusion and excitement and as he stepped
forward lightly gestured with a hand.
	"Stand up, please" he said, sucsinctly.
	Susan managed to struggle up to her feet, her legs trembling,
her hands drifting nervously at her sides, unsure of where to put
them. The redhead bent and scooped up the coat, moving smoothly over
to drape it over the back of a chair, then stood, watching, as he
sauntered to the couch, placing the bag on the floor and settling in.
	"Now... face me, please."
	Susan turned to face him.
	"And let me see you..."
	She knew that he meant for her to strip... Uncertain, she
hesitated for just a moment before moving her hands up to slowly undo
the buttons on her blouse, gradually displaying herself for his
enjoyment, revealing the sheer fabric of the teddy underneath.
	"Now, the skirt, please" he said quietly.
	With trembling hands she pulled the tie that held the wrap
skirt closed and allowed it to slip from her, swirling down her legs,
leaving them exposed, the sheer, black stockings carrassing her legs,
sending small tingles through her with every slight motion. But just
as she was about to slip the now open blouse from her shoulders, he
raised a hand, indicating for her to stop. She virtually froze,
confused, as she cast his gaze toward where the redhead stood, behind
her.
	"I think perhaps you should have the pleasure of seeing this,
don't you?"
	Susan watched as he slowly rose from the couch and stepped
asside, just as the redhead entered her field of vision and when her
eyes swept across the woman, she gasped. The redhead had taken the
opportunity of Susan's back being turned to don a snug harness which
encircled her waist and laced through her crotch with a thick leather
strap... and jutting out from the crotch was a long, thick, lifelike
shaped, black dildo.
	The redhead moved with a slow, feminine grace to the couch and
slowly lowered herself until she was perched on the edge of the
cushion, before leaning back, half reclining, her legs spread
slightly, the dildo jutting upwards, her eyes fixed on Susan's body, a
definate look of hunger filling her face.
	Susan felt his hands on her shoulders from behind as the open
blouse was now slowly peeled from her, sliding down her arms and
leaving her feeling naked and vulnerable, despite the teddy. She could
feel the trembling in her legs while at the same moment the steady
throb in her sex caused the moisture there to tickle just inside the
swollen, aroused lips. Then she felt his hands on her shoulders once
more, this time pressing her forward, causing her to step, slowly,
toward the couch, pulling her to a halt a mere few feet before where
the redhead reclined, gazing up at her, eyes blazing with lust.
	She watched in fascination as the redhead brought up her hand,
revealing a small bottle of clear liquid which she slowly, almost
ritually opened, gently pouring a measure of the liquid into her palm
before setting the bottle asside. The redhead then placed her upturned
hand just above the jutting cock and slowly turned, allowing the
ointment to ooze down over its head, allowing it to run down the
length, before gently wrapping the shaft in her palm and beginning to
slowly stroke it.
	Even while her gaze and attention was fixed on this display,
this preparation which she knew was being made for her, she could been
his fingers loop under the straps of the teddy at her shoulders and
slowly peel them down her arms, until the sheer cloth fell away from
her breasts, leaving them exposed, the nipples erect and aching. The
redheads gaze fell on the two tight, excited points of flesh and she
cooed a low moan of approval, her hand continuing to slowly stroke the
length of the false cock, causing it to glisten under the coating of
the liquid.
	Susan was flushed now, her face and throat warm with the blood
of excitement and vulnerability that coursed through her. She felt his
hands gently on her shoulders slowly begin to slide down her arms,
gently drawing them back until they crossed at the wrists at the small
of her back. She felt the loop of the rope sliding over her hands and
drawn snug, then the end beginning to wind around and over itself,
binding her arms together. In a few moments they were pinned and
immobile behind her and her sense of vulnerability increased.
	But even as she wondered what next might occur, she felt him
pressing himself against her back, his hands sweeping around her
sides, cupping her breasts, his thumbs reaching out to gently stroke
the erect and throbbing nipples. She felt the crotch of his trousers
pressed firmly against her hands, his erect cock, swathed beneath the
layers of cloth, pressing into her palm. She moaned as a finger slid
up to join each thumb, capturing her nipples and beginning to press
them, sending fresh waves of excitement through her, coursing down her
stomach and drawing echoing throbs from her clit.
	"Watch her, Susan" she heard him barely breath into her ear,
and she had to struggle against her own arousal to fix her gaze on the
redhead once more. The redhead had now slipped her other hand down to
her crotch and while continuing to stroke the now gleaming, moistened
phallus slid the fingers of her other hand beneath leather strap and
into her own sex, working it slowly, almost teasingly in long, slow
strokes. Susan couldn't be sure if the odor of sexual heat that
drifted up at her was coming from herself, this woman or some blend of
the two of them.
	And then Susan felt the pressure on her left nipple and her
eyes automatically flicked down to see the clamp being slipped over
it, slowly closing down to grip it, firmly. A fresh wave of sensations
rolled through her and she felt her knees unlock, threatening to drop
her to the floor, but she simply moaned and shudders, forcing herself
to remain upright.
	She watched in fascination as the chain from the clamp was
drawn across her chest and the other clamp took possession of her
right nipple, doubling the rolling waves of throbbing that filled her
chest and mind. Instinctively her fingers closed on his crotch,
feeling the outline of his hard cock inside his trousers and she ached
to feel it stab deep into her, fill her, fuck her... but she knew that
tonight, at least to begin, her sex was meant for another piercing.. a
kind of sacrifice... a gentle transition to the experience of another
woman.
	The redheads eyes were virtually glistening now and her hand
was stroking the black cock as if it were real, as if it could really
feel the waves of pleasure her hand was massaging into it, though
Susan could see that her other hand was now pressed closer against her
sex, the first and second fingers buried deep, stroking steadily now.
	For a moment Susans eyes slid shut and she groaned in need and
frustration, when she suddenly felt something light and soft brush
against her lips. Startled, she opened her eyes and drew her head
back, her mouth opening to emit a small cry... which allowed the knot
in the long, silk scarf to slip between her surprised lips and pull
firmly back, forming a soft but unwielding gag which he nimbly looped
and tied behind her head.
	Even as she faught to steady her breathing against the rush of
excitement this new sensation shot through her, she felt herself
pushed gently forward to the edge of the couch, and the redheads legs
slip between her own, the redheads thighs pressing her own outwards
until she felt very open and vulnerable. Even as she attempted to
catch her balance, she felt herself pressed forward and instinctively
bent her knees to catch herself from falling forward over the
reclining redhead... and she realized that she was now kneeling over
the excited cock-weilding woman.
	"She's all yours" he said from behind her and released his
grip on her shoulders.
	Susan moaned at the strangeness and thrill of this closeness
to another woman and allowed her mind to begin to float, observing and
feeling whatever might transpire, hungry now only to emmerse herself
in the pleasure of her own body.
	The redheads fingers slipped from her own sex and cupped
Susans crotch, stroking it gently through the sheer material of the
teddy, causing Susan to shudder in pleasure and press down against the
fingers, seaching for the cumming that lurked just out of touch.
	She could feel the fingers trace slowly over the lips of her
sex, gently yet with a skill and knowledge only another woman would
possess, sending fresh ripples of pleasure through Susan's body and
causing her to shudder.
	Then she felt the tugging, heard the snaps opening and the
brush of cool air against her now uncovered sex, chilling the moisture
that she had leaked and which now hung on the lips of her sex like
tears.
	"Look at me" the redhead hissed. Half in a daze of lust Susan
opened her eyes wide and forced herself to look down at into those
burning, lust-ridden green orbs that drilled straight through to her
soul.
	"I want you looking into my eyes" the redhead said quietly,
forcefully "while I fuck you."
	Susan whimpered, overwhelmed with a rush of sensations and
confusion. She could only watch, in a half-dream, as the redhead
leaned slowly forward, her mouth descending toward her chest, as Susan
saw her lips open to take the center of the chain that connected the
nipple clamps between her teeth. The redhead remained forward as she
slowly tilted her head up to look into Susan's eyes, and there was a
dark and satisfied smile on her lips. Then she slowly lowered herself
back, the chain drawing first outwards, then taut, then Susan's own
nipples being drawn outwards, sending a shock of feelings through her,
and causing her to pull down, like a horse being lead by a bit.
	Susan didn't know whose hands they were, but the pressing on
her hips forced her steadily downwards, her knees sliding further and
further apart... and then she felt the hard tip of the black cock
against her swollen and throbbing sex, pushing then parting them and
finally the startlingly large head of the thing passed into her. She
shuddered and moaned, feeling her sex being slowly penetrated and
opened by this monstrous thing, stabbing gently into her, awakening
the nerves that lined her insides and causing them to wail out fresh
waves of pleasure through her.
	A sharp tug on the chain snapped her gaze back to the redhead,
whose blazing eyes were now fixed on her, and at that instant she felt
the womans upward thrust and the entire shaft of the cock penetrated
deeply into her, causing her to cry out into the gag with her
splitting, filling violation.
	Her mind was adrift, locked in waves of pure pleasure, the
universe shrunk down to her own nipples, her own filled and fucked
sex, and the twin beacons of this strange womans eyes as the slow,
long thrusting began from beneath her, into her, stripping away the
last of her thoughts.
	She only half felt the redheads hand slide across her hip but
when the tip of the vibrator that she held pressed against Susans
tight anus and began to fill her, Susan roared in a half-human sound
that the gag between her teeth only distorted but could not muffle.
	As the vibrator slipped into her backside, Susan began to
whimper and grow weak, her torso leaning back, only to cause the chain
linked to the clamps on her nipples to pull tight, stretching her
breasts outward and assualting her with still new waves of pleasure
and a seasoning of pain.
	When the vibrator was turned on, deep in her ass, it was as if
a jolt of electricty had shot through her and her entire body
clenched, drawing the first sob from her soul as the first waves of an
orgasm boiled up from deep in her and erupted through her flesh like a
flame.
	And when the redheads palm slipped over her stomach, and slid
down, the fingertip easing between the folds of her lips and finding
her clit, beginning to stroke it back and forth, a bit of Susan's soul
flew out as yet another orgasm shot through her in a wave of pure
ecstacy and abandon.
	That only seemed to spur the redhead on and the pace of her
penetration increased, her sex and ass impaled and captured, her
nipples stretched and tormented, her clit stroked and teased, and yet
another orgasm erupted through her, more forceful than before.
	The black cock in her sex pistoned steadily, forcefully, it's
movements into and out of her body alternating with the strokes of the
trembling vibrator in her ass, leaving her feeling alternately filled
and vacant, used and penetrated, tormented and stuffed.... and never,
ever, in her entire life, so totally and completely fucked. And as she
swelled and burst in yet another cumming, she wondered what else could
possibly be in store for her...
	
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Subject: Conquoring Texas, 2 - D/s, B/D, cons M/F/f
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Conquoring Texas, part II

	She slumped, exhausted, as the last waves of the final orgasm
rippled through her. Her breathing was deep and ragged and she was
throbbing from temples to toes in time with the heavy thudding of her
heart. Even as her mind drifted, she could feel the impaling toys
being slowly, gently, slipped from her and his strong hands gently
taking her by the shoulders, easing her over off the redheads' lap,
until she lay, spent, along the couch.
	The redhead rose and together they arranged Susan's form on
her side, so that the still bound hands against her spine would not
dig in and cause her discomfort.
	She wanted to whisper her thanks, but the knot of the scarf
that filled her mouth would have made that impossible, so she simply
moaned her appreciation for their tender care. She felt the blanket
gently spread over her and a moment later the warmth of his breath
against her cheek as he leaned down to softly brush his lips there.
	"You are wonderful" he whispered. "Rest now."
	And she floated off to sleep.
	
	She had no idea how long she was unconscience, but when
wakefulness welled up in her, it came with full force. She opened her
eyes and was surprised at how fresh and alert she felt. She was still
covered with the blanket and her hands were still snugly bound behind
her, but as she slumbered the gag had been removed. She felt
wonderful.
	She allowed herself a long, slow, luxurious stretch, pointing
her toes, causing the blanket to slip down, revealing her breasts,
followed by a soft sigh of contentment.
	But then she immediately began to grow a bit antsy, wondering
whether or not she should try to shift herself up or remain in the
position she currently occupied... whether she was allowed to move.
Glancing around, she saw and sensed that she was alone in the room.
	She debated calling out, to see if she could make it known
that she was awake at last, but thought better of it. Instead she
decides to risk rising.
	Working her legs bicycle fashion the bundled the blanket up
and kicked her feet free of it, then shifted and pulled herself up to
a sitting position, pausing to flex her shoulders and hands. She was
glad to discover there was no tingling or discomfort.
	She looked around the room, waiting a long moment to see if
anyone would come in, then almost with a shrug to herself, rose to her
feet and moved toward the doorway to the rest of the house, almost
tiptoeing...
	
	She heard the low murmur of voices from within the half open
door to her bedroom, which caused her to pause a moment. But then she
moved slowly towards it, hoping that she was making enough noise to be
noticed but not enough that is would be obvious she was announcing her
arrival.
	Reaching the door she leaned one shoulder against it and
pushed lightly. It swung open and her view of the room widened.
	What she saw made her gasp.
	The redhead was lounging on the bed, a leg drawn up
seductively, her arms clasped behind her head, a wicked smile on her
face, and her attention was focused on where he was just finishing
stringing a rope through a gleaming eyebolt at the top of... the
contrivance....
	Susan blinked into the room and stared at the bed...
	Attached to each of the corners now was a tall, thick,
square-shaped post, jutting up to almost shoulder height, held against
the sturdy frame of the bed by large clamps. And glistening in the top
of each was a large eyebolt, through which ropes had been laced.
	Susan gasped, instantly causing two sets of eyes to focus on
her. The redhead pushed herself up onto one elbow and smiled at her
broadly.
	"Well, well... Sleeping beauty is alive... and I didn't even
get to kiss her."
	"Why don't you take care of that now?" he said, tossing her a
half-grin before turning his attention back to threading the rope
through the last of the eyebolts.
	The redhead turned to look at him, her face almost betraying
surprise, but then she arched her eyebrows as if accepting some sort
of unspoken challenge and slipped off the side of the bed, moving
toward where Susan stood with a cat-like grace.
	Susan could feel her muscles tightening with wariness as the
woman stepped up to her, but before she could mutter a protest, the
redheads arm was reaching out, cupping the back of her head, drawing
her close and then their lips were pressing together, firmly, yet
gently.
	Susan whimpered, unsure of what to think or feel, but then she
felt the soft, warm lips of the redhead part and the brush of the
tongue, sliding gently along her own, teasingly, before slipping
between them. Susan felt her legs growing weak, even as the redheads
other hand slid around her waist and pulled her close, the kiss now a
swirling, probing invasion of her soul. Tentatively Susans own tongue
brushed outwards, searching, and the kiss deepened.
	The redheads hand trailed over Susan's spine, down the soft
curve of her buttock, pausing to cup it lightly, before slipping over
her hip and between her thighs. Susan trembled as she felt the
fingertip begin to probe, brushing her sex, tickling it, teasing
it....
	The redhead moaned softly. feeling Susan's wetness, and the
kiss deepened yet again, heating and quickening.
	"Now now" he said, quietly "let's not get carried away...."
	The redhead lingered for a moment before breaking the embrace
and withdrawing her hand with a sharp sigh, tossing Susan a wicked
smile. Then, almost thoughtlessly, her hand slipped up to Susan's
breast, her fingers clamping on a single nipple, squeezing it with
enough force to cause Susan to moan and bend slightly.
	But the redhead merely giggled and pulled on the throbbing
knot of flesh, causing Susan to step forward... leading her, slowly,
across the room toward the bed.
	She guided Susan to the side of the bed across from where he
stood, smiling at her.
	"This is something special, my love" he said quietly. "Sit
down, in the center of the bed, facing the foot."
	Susan looked down at the bed and for the first time noticed
the oddly shaped piece of cloth that was spread on top of it. It
seemed at first glance somewhat irregular, long but with strange
indents in its width... and at each of the corners of it were the
other ends of the ropes which ran up and through the eyebolts on the
posts that now encompassed the beds corners.
	A loud crack and a stinking on her backside caused her to
flinch and yelp, more in shock then actual pain. The redhead drew back
her hand and leaned around from beside Susan to look at her,
pointedly.
	"Didn't you hear your Master?"
	Susan simply gasped and nodded sharply, then eased her way
onto the bed, struggling to shuffle across it on her knees to the
indicated place, pausing the keep from tumbling over, her bound hands
not helping this maneuver. But at last she was in a position where she
managed to lower herself onto one hip, then roll slightly and wind up
sitting as ordered, her backside resting just off the end of the
strangely shaped piece of cloth, facing the foot of the bed.
	"Now" he said "stay very still for just a moment..."
	He moved up the side of the bed and knelt behind her, and she
could feel her bound hands being gently pulled slightly out from her
spine, and then something slipped between her arms and her back,
pulled up until one end of it was being held up against the back of
her neck. She realized it was the strangely shaped cloth.
	"Now, lay down" he said.
	Susan slowly lowered herself back, shifting her arms so that
when at last her back was against the soft mattress her wrists were
pressing up into the top of her backside, just under the cloth on
which she now lay.
	He stepped back to survey her with a critical eye, before
nodding to himself, seemingly satisfied.
	"Yes" he said, almost as if thinking out loud "that will do
nicely..."
	Then he was in motion again, moving toward the foot of the
bed. But even as Susan attempted to focus her attention on what he
might be planning, she saw the redhead lower herself onto the bed next
to her, lean down and press her lips against Susan's once more, this
time open, probing and passionate, while at the same time she felt the
hand brush her stomach and being to sweep over her, trailing up to cup
her breasts, flick at her nipple before dragging down and slipping
between her thighs which opened to recieve the touch.
	Susan vaguely sensed something at her ankles, but her mind was
fixed on the delicious sensations rippling through her from this
woman's touch, the probing brush of her tongue, her fingertips. And
even as she began to once again surrender herself to the lust building
in her own body, the redhead was moving, rising, leaving her gasping
and tingling and untouched.
	Then she felt herself being raised, the cloth on which she
rested pulling taut beneath her and then lifting from the mattress and
it was only then that she could truly sense her predicament.
	She had been lain on some sort of sling, the cloth cut and
shaped to bear her up like a pair of giant hands beneath her backside
and spine, while allowing her to feel vulnerable and light, as if
perched on a tiny, soft shelf. And even though her instinct was to
plant her feet to gain some sense of solidity, she instantly realized
that was impossible, as he had lashed her ankles with scarves to the
supporting ropes that ran to the tops of the posts at the bottom
corners of her bed.
	She felt her body lifted as he pulled on the ends of the
ropes, drawing the cloth up, tighter and tighter. How he had managed
it rig them she did not know, but in a very short while she found
herself laid out virtually flat, almost floating, suspended, above her
own bed.
	She felt something at her wrists, which were still bound
together but now beneath the supporting surface on which she lay, and
craned her neck to see the redhead kneeling beside her, the long end
of a rope trailing out from where she was attaching one end of it to
Susan's bound wrists. Then she moved to the foot of the bed and gently
began pulling the rope, which in turn pulled on Susan's helpless arms,
causing her back to bow slightly, her head to tip backwards until she
was looking at the head of her own bed with an upside down gaze. She
felt the wrist rope being secured to the foot of the bed and a wave of
helplessness and excitement rolled through her. In this position, they
could do anything to her they desired, and she was without the least
ability to prevent it...
	"Oooohhhh" she heard the redhead moan softly, "she's so
delicious."
	"Yes, I know" he replied from somewhere between Susan's
splayed and pinioned legs.
	"So" the redhead said quietly, almost a cruel giggle coloring
her voice "do you think she has any idea what's going to happen to
her?"
	"I sincerely doubt it" he said, almost casually...
	..and an instant later Susan felt the probing at the lips of
her sex, as his finger slid between them and began to slowly tickle,
up and down along its length, teasing and testing her.
	"God" the redhead breathed, almost awed "she's so wet."
	Susan felt the finger finally begin to plunge, slowly, into
her sex, and slowly withdraw, the first stroking into her causing her
to moan as the waves of pleasure flooded up from her sex and into her
entire body.
	"Yes.... she certainly is" he said, almost a whisper.
	...and the finger slid into her once more, this time with a
second beside it, beginning to spread her slightly.
	"You know" the redhead said quietly "I've never watched this
happen to anyone before. I wonder what it must feel like."
	...the two fingers slowly stroked into Susans' sex, curling
slightly with each deep plunge, sending shivers through her. And then
on one slow stroke, as they slipped almost free of her body, they
returned, impaling her once more... and this time they were three...
	Susan could feel the fluttering in her stomach, like the
ripples on a trembling pond surface, and the waves of sensations
mounted through her. She could feel the trio of fingers stroking into
her, gently yet firmly, steadily... she could feel her sex clenching
as they withdrew, as if reluctant to lose them... she could feel
herself dripping, a tiny trickle of her own lust tickling down to
dance, like a dewdrop on the tight rosebud of her asshole, and even
this tiny sensation seemed magnified....
	"You should ask her" he was saying, calmly "if she can
remember..."
	...and as the fingers slowly stroked into her she realized
they were now four... like a blunted, massive spearhead impaling her,
probing deep, to her very center, where they paused to stroke the cap
of her cervix shooting an altogether new sensation throughout her body
and causing her to growl with a mindless animal sound that tappered
off to a whimper-like sob...
	"She's so hot" the redhead breathed in amazement. "Do it. Do
it now..."
	The impaling fingers drew back slowly, leaving her sex feeling
as if her very soul were being withdrawn along with them, but before
they slipped from her and left her vacant and hollow, she felt them
begin sliding into her once more, and this time she realized that his
entire hand was impaling her.... filling her.... gently raping her...
	She wailed with a sound announcing she knew not what, as the
hand filled her sex, the fingers curling down to form a fist inside
her, and then slowly begin to rotate deep inside.
	Susan's entire body shuddered under the onslaught of pleasure
and pure overload of sensations that tore through her. It was more
intense than any orgasm she had ever experienced, and yet she somehow
knew that she had not yet reached that climax... that this firey
consumming blaze was still only the building toward something
otherworldly and shattering. The hand inside her moved slowly, turning
back and forth, pressing and drawing slightly, brushing and stretching
every inner surface of her, places that had never been touched or
teased or known pleasure before.
	Her mind dissolved, all thought fleeing under the onslaught,
leaving only a throbbing, aching, rippling organism of nerve-endings
and pleasure to endure the sweet assault.
	Somewhere far away, she vaguely became aware that her head was
being cupped and lifted, and then the scent of pure animal lust was
against her, an instant before moist flesh was pressed against her
lips.
	The redhead straddled Susan's head, her legs spread wide,
pressing the helpless submissive's lips against her own throbbing sex.
She began to roll her hips, forward and back, brushing her own moist
arousal over Susan's mouth, which seemed to instinctively open... and
then the tongue was against her, sliding between the dripping folds of
flesh and against her clit. With a growl of lust the redhead began to
rock her hips, taking up a rhythm borne of pure need as she firmly but
gently took to raping Susan's mouth.
	He slowly leaned over from where he was kneeling between
Susan's suspended body, his free hand brushing over her backside, and
in one slow, steady movement, a single finger found and invaded her
ass, at the moment his own tonguetip brushed over and sent the first
electric explosion into Susan's clit.
	The screams of both woman were a cry of dying angels,
blazing....
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Conquoring Texas, part 3

	Susan slept, a complete and enveloping blackness into which
her mind had escaped as her body was wracked with overwhelming
explosions.... it was dreamless, thoughtless, without time or
space....
	Slowly, she could feel the bits of her shattered mind drifting
together, the fragments brushing each other and sticking, slowly
forming tiny thoughts... bits of awareness... followed by the gently,
languid drifting as she realized she was floating up to wakefulness
once more...
	
	She opened her eyes. It was dark, sometime deep into the hours
of the night. Only the light from the far end of the hallway through
the open door allowed her to see that she was still in her bedroom,
her naked body now swathed under the soft comforter, all it's previous
bonds removed. She lay still, allowing the gentle throbbing to ripple
through her, fading aftershocks of the shattering experience she last
remembered. She felt wonderful. Beyond wonderful. She felt alive.
	She allowed herself a slow, muscle straining stretch, feeling
her limbs squeezing themselves like wet sponges, expelling the stupor
of sleep like water, then she relaxed back with a sigh.
	A smile eeked across her lips and giggled as she slipped a
hand down under the comforter, allowing it to tickle over her naked
stomach and slip between her slightly parted thighs, a single
fingertip tenderly brushing the lips of her pussy... testing for any
tenderness the experience of her first fisting might have left there.
Instead, she discovered the wetness still lingering, and as her own
touch brushed lightly over her clit, she shuddered as her arousal
began to rise once more.
	My God, she thought to herself, amazed, I'm such a slut. I
love being fucked. And even after I've been fucked, I love to be
fucked.
	The giggle became a delighted chuckle and she quickly withdrew
her hand, lest the shudders of pleasure make her so needy she would
require another burst of shattering orgasms before she even got out of
bed.
	Suddenly she stopped and her brow furrowed slightly. It must
be late, yet she was alone? Where was he? Where was the redhead? What
time was it? How long had she been asleep?
	And then she heard it.... very faint, distant.... a soft
feminine moan, coming from beyond the hallway...
	She froze in place, straining to listen... to pick out
something distinct. And having turned her attention to searching for
the sounds, she now began to focus.... and she could barely make them
out.... sharp, rhythmic breathing, punctuated with soft whimpers and
barely audible feminine grunts.... and then another moan, this time
louder, freer.... the unmistakable sounds of fucking....
	And at once it tore through her mind that it was coming from
beyond the room in which she presently lay... from somewhere out
there... the living room most likely.... a couple were fucking.....
THEY were fucking.
	Her mind flooded with confusion and a jumble of thoughts and
images... brief flashes of him, naked, the redhead, splayed, his cock
buried hilt deep in her... in her pussy, in her ass, in her mouth...
their bodies tangled together as they strove together in abandoned
lust. He.... was fucking her....
	She never even realized that her hand had slipped down between
her thighs once more, her finger automatically sipping between the
lips of her pussy and brushing over her clit, causing her moisture to
become a flow.
	Her face burned as the thoughts of them together thundered
through her brain and seemed to rush straight to her sex, attacking it
with sharp shocks.
	She had to see... had to know... had to watch....
	With an effort she pulled her hand from her crotch and tossed
back the comforter, sliding over and rising beside the bed. Her entire
body felt light, almost floating, and she had to pause a moment to
catch her balance before slowly tiptoeing toward the doorway, and
slipping out into the hall.
	The sounds were louder now... but suddenly they had taken on a
strange character... almost unreal. She couldn't be sure if it was
something odd in them or the lightness of her mind that was making
them seem almost distorted and tinny. Slowly she tiptoed down the
hallway toward the livingroom.
	She glanced back toward the bedroom door, unsure if she was
doing the right thing.
	"Oh" he said, casually, causing her to flinch, startled, her
head whipping around.
	He was fully dressed except for his bare feet, stopped at the
end of the hall, an open book resting on his hands, looking at her,
his face open and innocent.
	"You're up. I was just coming to check on you. How do you
feel?"
	"I - I -" she stammered, confused now, falling silent.
	He smiled at her, gently, lovingly.
	"Well, why don't you come into the livingroom. I think you've
slept enough for a while... don't you?" His tone was mischevious, his
grin wicked, even as he turned away and wandered off, into the open
room beyond the end of the hall.
	Susan stood a long, confused moment, then moved after him,
stepping into the room.
	
	The redhead was seated on the couch, almost reclining, her
hips just off the edge, her legs spread wide. But now she was
completely naked, and Susan saw that now she was bound... one end of a
rope had been wrapped tightly around an ankle, then threaded under the
couch only to emerge on the opposite end where it captured the other
ankle. Her knees were similarly bound, pulling her legs far apart. The
same had been done to her wrists which were pulled out as taut as
bowstrings by the rope which looped around the couchs' back,
effectively holding her immobile and helpless... On each of her large,
tight nipples which here now distended and deep red was a clamp, the
opposite end of which bore a small egg-shaped object which seemed to
hum lightly... a vibrator, Susan realized.
	The redheads hair was wet and stringy with sweat, beads of
which dotted her forehead and trickled down over her cheeks to fall
onto the obscenely large, bright red ballgag that filled her mouth,
holding it wide open and effectively silencing her. Her eyes were
blazing and wild, unfocused, almost mad as the fixed on the television
screen across the room, which Susan now realized was turned on, though
the sound was completely muted.
	But most startling was the devices that penetrated the
redheads pussy and, Susan quickly saw, her ass as well...
	They might have been dildos or vibrators, but so much of them
were buried inside the redhead that Susan couldn't tell exactly. And
trailing from each of their bases were a wire that lead to a cigarette
pack sized box on the floor and a thin tube which terminated in a
rubber bulb just below a small clamp.
	He reached the chair near the corner and was lowering himself
into it when he glanced up and caught the expression on Susan's face.
	He chuckled.
	"Oh, it's all right. She volunteered" he said simply, settling
easily back into the chair, the book in his lap as if nothing in the
world was out of the ordinary.
	The redheads breathing was ragged and cut by occasional moans,
half protest, half plea. 
	"How - " Susan stammered, "how long..."
	"Right after you passed out" he said, casually, leaning back
in the chair and smiling up at her. "Did you know you made her cum at
least twice more even after you were out cold? You must have a really
talented tongue."
	He chuckled, then cast his gaze at the redhead and sighed.
	"But then she just.... lost control and got rather demanding.
She wanted to strap on this rather... imposing toy she's got and rape
you while you were passed out. And I won't allow that. I won't allow
anything like that."
	Susan turned her gaze to him, and could instantly see the
darkness pass over his face... but it was the darkness of protection
challenged... of love alert over danger to the object that owns its
heart. It quickly passed and he relaxed once more, smiling slightly.
	"So, I thought she needed a bit of a lesson. She can't cum,
you see... The plugs vibrate enough to get her just to the edge, but
then a tiny shock of current, just enough to get her attention, cuts
through that.... arousal just before she goes over the edge. It's
unbelievably frustrating." He chuckled quietly.
	Susan turned her gaze back to the redhead and could see that
she must be in the depths of a sexual torment which Susan could only
barely imagine. The redheads breath became suddenly ragged, a series
of sharp panting sounds and her head leaned back, eyes closing, in
preparation for the waves of a mind-destroying orgasm... when suddenly
her body flinched and a muffled yelp escaped her, her body sagging as
the orgasm fled once more. She whimpered with frustration, a tiny
sound that was almost a sob, but which turned quickly into a moan of
lust as the toys that filled her began to work on her once more,
building slowly toward the next not-to-be release.
	Susan glanced over at the tv and saw that a video-tape was
playing... some crudely captured scene of a tightly bound woman as the
centerpiece of three thrusting men, one in each of her orifaces, their
undulating bodies moving in perfect rhythm of pure abandoned lust.
	"Come here, Susan."
	She turned to see that he had placed the book asside and was
now leaning slightly forward on the chair, his attention focused on
her.
	Susan stepped toward him, but before she arrived at the chair
he held up a hand, causing her to stop.
	"Kneel down" he said quietly.
	Almost dreamlike, she slowly lowered herself to her knees,
resting back on her haunches, her hands resting on her thighs,
attention focused on him.
	He leaned forward and surveyed her for a long moment before
speaking.
	"Susan, you must know by now how much I love you... and how
all my plans are focused on you... your happiness and fulfillment."
	"Yes sir" she whispered, enjoying the surge of tranquility and
love the flooded her.
	"And you should also know that I am a realist in many ways. I
know that there is a time and a place for playing... and a time and a
place when it does not... can't belong. It just wouldn't be
practical."
	He smiled, but quickly his face turned serious once more.
	"But even if there is no play going on at the moment... there
can still be an understanding... a secret knowledge between two
people... and if they share that understanding, and agree to it...
then they can remain wrapped up in each others souls no matter what
they're doing at that moment. Do you understand?"
	"Yes sir" she whispered, feeling light-headed and joyous "I
think I do."
	He continued to survey her face, carefully, as if searching
for some sign, some spark, then continued.
	"Susan, I want to collar you. I want you to become my
submissive. Now you know I do not take such things lightly. In fact, I
have never asked anyone for that honor before because I do not, could
not, want it treated frivolously. And there simply has never been
anyone I ever wanted that with before. Now, if you agree to it, it
will be a commitment that will be as serious and binding as anything
you have ever done. Naturally, I don't have to tell you what would be
expected of you, or what you would be able to expect of me... we've
known each other long enough that there should be no questions about
that. And I don't want you to answer right now. I want you to think
about it. Consider it. It's a very big decision and I understand
that."
	He smiled, lovingly.
	"But if you agree to it, I would do everything in my earthly
power to make... and keep... you happy."
	He paused for a long moment. Susan was trembling, the impact
of his words rushing through her mind, electrifying her entire body...
she felt giddy and breathless and happy and confused. But then he was
talking again, pulling her mind back to the moment.
	"Now" he said, leaning back with a broad smile..."I think it's
time you were introduced... in a manner of speaking... to our guest."
	Susan was momentarily startled, and then could feel herself
flush slightly, the idea that she had been so intimate with a complete
stranger rushing through her mind.
	"Her name" he said "is Donna. She's a very old friend I met
on-line quite a long time ago. In fact, she's a Domme and lives in the
local area. We met for coffee once and even though there were never
any sparks between us, we've been friends for a long time. I mentioned
your... fantasy... about experiencing another woman, and she
volunteered to help out. And even though she and I have never played
together before, I think it's going rather well, don't you?"
	His eyes glistened myschieviously and Susan's blush deepened.
Then suddenly, he rose from the chair, standing over her, smiling down
at her, extending a hand. She reached up and took it, allowing him to
help her to her feet.
	Holding her hand gently, lovingly, the turned and moved toward
the couch where the redhead was low laying, almost sprawled and limp
in her bindings, her chest heaving from the pitiless exertion of the
past who-knows-how-longs assault of her senses.
	He gently pulled Susan around until she was standing before
him, facing the exhausted redhead, his hands on her upper arms,
gripping her gently.
	Susan was transfixed by the woman. She was, of course,
beautiful, buxom and lovely, despite the fact that she looked at the
moment like she had gone through a very strenuous and sweet hell, and
Susan felt a tingle deep in her sex and the moisture beginning to flow
once more.
	She could feel him press close against her back, warming her
flesh with his body, and the tickling of his breath against her neck
as he murmured softly into her ear.
	"I wanted you to see... to hear... what such an intensity is
like. Look at her, Susan.... look at her eyes... gleaming and vacant
and distant... can you imagine what her body must feel like at this
moment... the vibrating monsters deep in her pussy and in her ass....
and very special ones at that.... because they can expand, filling
her... stretching her... every time she thinks she's reached the limit
of what she can stand... they grow a bit bigger... fill her a bit
more... touching another level of her lust... and driving her further
into madness..."
	Susans stomach was trembling, and her sex was beginning to
throb, the moisture flowing down inside her, wetting her lips, oozing
down to form a tiny droplet on them which quivered and tickled...
	"Look at his breasts... so tight and red.... not only clamped,
the ripples of that torment rolling through her, but throbbing from
the heat of the ointment I brushed over them... burning, tingling and
chilling them all at once...."
	His hands slid down from her arms, slipping around to cup
Susans breasts gently, the thumbs reaching out to lightly stroke her
own taut and aching nipples.
	"Look at the bindings, Susan... total immobility... no
escape... no release... no prospect of the torment ever ending.... her
whole body wracked with sensations more intense than anything she's
ever felt before..."
	His hand flowed off one breast and trailed lightly over her
stomach, sending ripples of pleasure racing before it, even as it slid
down, a single fingertip brushing against the very top of her pussy
lips and pausing to stroke them.
	"She's no longer thinking, Susan.... only feeling... each new
flash of heat that touches her sets fire to her soul... and she blazes
like a star in the night... thoughtless... one burning ball of
sensations..."
	His fingertip slowly dipped down, parting the lips and gliding
over the moistness... down gently... slowly.... until it brushed over
the top of her aching, swollen, needy clit, causing her to moan
loudly, her knees beginning to tremble...
	"This is how I play, my love. This is what I want you to
feel.... to endure... to share with me...."
	His finger began to gently stroke, small, slow circles around
her clit, and she could feel the waves beginning to build deep within
her, racing up, flooding her stomach, splashing down into her legs to
her toes...
	"And you will, my love.... you will.... because as soon as she
cums...." he whispered, his finger stroking steadily now, drawing up
the trembling, tightening flood of sensations inside her... stirring
them and driving them to fill her entire body and her mind...
	".......it's your turn."
	And Susan caught fire, the orgasm exploding through her,
tearing her mind and soul apart, sending her screaming into a heavenly
hell once again...
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Subject: Conquoring Texas, 4 (last) - D/s, B/D, cons, MMMMFFFF/f
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Conquoring Texas, part four

	The guests milled from room to room, talking quietly, almost
murmuring, aware of the solemness of the occasion. They would
occasionally drift by the refreshment table to scoop up some morsel
from the elaborate buffet, or slip into the kitchen to refresh their
glasses on the numberous beverages there, one or two muttering to
themselves crossly about the complete absense of anything even
remotely alcoholic, but in general, they were having a delightful
time. And because the complete gathering was rather small, only twenty
in all, it fit nicely into the spacious area.
	Because of the special nature of the occasion a rather unique
space had been rented... a fully functional private dungeon. In actual
fact, it was a loft space in a converted warehouse, but it was wide
and open with a high ceiling and a feeling of freedom about it. Almost
as if to counter that sense of liberation, it was well stocked with a
number of interesting "devices". Against one wall stood a large, dark,
imposing St. Andrews cross, which could quickly convert to a sort of
table when necessary. Hanging down at various points, just overhead,
were the ends of stout chains which disappeared into the rafters
above. On the opposite side of the room from the cross was a spreader
chair, and occupying one entire area were a trio of metalic devices,
looking half like exercise benches and half like torture racks.
	At the moment the guests milled quietly, conversing and
relaxing. All except for Susan. She was in one of the two small rooms
off to one side of the large main space, kneeling on a plush pillow,
facing the corner, blindfolded, naked, her ears plugged.
	She was aware of the soft, suede leather cuffs that ringed her
ankles, and the matching pair that encircled her wrists, that second
set having already been linked together behind her back by a small
clip which, even if she had tried, which she did not, she would have
been unable to separate. She was aware of the warmth of the room, the
light motion of the air as it brushed against her naked skin. She was
also aware of the solemness of the occasion... the ceremony that she
was about to undergo and that she herself had set in motion those long
weeks ago when she had knelt before him, looked straight into his
soft, brown eyes and whispered "Yes...... Master". It had been the
first time she had ever utilized that word and the signifigance of it
was not lost on her even now. He did not particularly care about it,
so whenever it was uttered she realized it would have a special
seriousness.
	She was most aware, however, that very shortly she would be a
collared submissive... literally owned by a man who she knew through
her soul adored her as much as she understood was humanly possible.
And this coated every apprehension with a soft covering of warmth and
joy.
	So that although she was somewhat nervous at the prospects of
what might occur throughout the rest of the night, she was, for the
most part, contented and simply allowing herself the luxury of
savoring the anticipation that was slowly welling up inside her,
making her stomach flutter and her sex throb.
	Because of the blindfold, which had been placed around her
eyes when she had first come into the room and removed her clothing,
at the beginnings of her "preparation" for the ceremony, and the
earplugs which blocked her hearing, she had no real sense of how long
she had been left to her single contemplations. A few minutes? An
hour? Longer? She had no way of knowing, though surely it couldn't
have been too terribly long, since she found that she was perfectly
relaxed and at peace within herself.
	It came as a bit of a jolt when she felt the hands on her
upper arms, tugging slightly, gently indicating that she was to rise,
which she did, slowing and carefully and turned as the hands directed.
The hands were soft, she realized... and much too delicate to be his
hands... they had to be the hands of a woman, and this thought made
Susan's mind swoon, to be so exposed and helpless before someone who
could possibly be a complete stranger to her.
	One of the delicate hands slipped between her upper arm and
her side and began to gently guide her, moving her slowly forward,
placing each foot carefully before her, feeling her way through this
guided darkness.
	It was time, she realized. Time to surrender her very soul....
	
	The guests had milled, relaxed and chatting quietly until he
suddenly called for their attention, at which they fell silent and
gathered in a loose circle around where he stood at the center of the
room. He had welcomed them, thanked them for their presense and wished
each of them well. He had acknowledged good friends, pledged to return
the favor of standing by them if ever they should be in so fortunate a
position as he was now (which he joking said he sincerely doubted,
though deep within himself he knew was the truth... no one could ever
be as blessed as he was at this moment...) And then he had summoned
her.
	As she was led through the small doorway by the leather clad
woman, a rush of amazed sighs and murmured whispers of approval
rippled through the assembly. When the leather clad woman stopped her
just inside the door and slowly turned her completely around,
displaying her for their approval, the sound of it being freely
offered up caused the murmur to increase in volume. And then he
requested that they form the welcoming line.
	Everyone shuffled quickly into two lines facing one another
only an arms length apart, leading from just beyond where Susan stood
at one end to where he awaited her at the other. Donna, the leather
clad woman, whom Susan had come to know quite intimately on that same
night he had first mentioned his desire to possess her utterly and
totally, led Susan to the beginning of the line, where the first two
guests, a man and a woman, stood facing each other. She then drew back
one hand and delivered a resounding smack on Susan's backside, causing
her to yelp in shock and stumble forward a single step.. which placed
her between the first of the guests. Both reached out gently and their
hands brushed her body, one of his hands brushing over her nipple, his
other falling to lightly stroke her ass, while the woman opposite him
lightly raked her long nails over Susans stomach which with her other
hand she trailed a single finger up the cleft of Susan's ass.
	Susan gasped at the sensations that shot through her body like
lightning, even as the hands trailed over her, easing her slowly
forward in trembling, delicate steps. The hands of the next couple
were upon her body even before the first pairs had left it, pinching,
probing, tickling and teasing her.
	Her passage through the gauntlet was slow, for every time
Susan tried to take a large, swift step, some hand was there to press
her foot back, limited the speed and size of it. By the time she
reached the end, her body was screaming, every nerve on fire, her
pussy literally dripping her arousal down her inner thighs. Had she
not suddenly been delivered to him, she was certain she would have
been writhing in a screaming climax, even though none of the guests
had invaded her sex or even casually brushed over her clit.
	But suddenly the hands were gone, and she was standing,
swaying slightly, her head thrown back, her flesh throbbing and aching
with arousal.
	She felt the earplugs being carefully removed and the ambiant
noise of the room rushed in at her. A constant mutter of air ducts and
distant hums of normal household machinery seemed so much louder in
her piqued state of 	excitement...
	And then she head him begin to speak... and his voice was
soothing and comforting to her.
	He spoke of his love for her... his utter adoration... his
devotion and his pledge to protect and nurture her. He spoke of his
expectations that she would make herself available to him at all times
and obey his directives. He spoke of the gift she was making of
herself to him, and his undying vow to care and nourish that offering.
By the time he finished speaking the tears of love and joy had pooled
inside the blindfold and her lips were trembling.
	He asked her the questions, slowly, with great seriousness.
She replied with equal solemnity yet with a force and commitment that
came from the depths of her soul. He estracted the pledge and she
freely affirmed it. 
	And then, she felt the blindfold being removed and she opened
her eyes as the tears escaped down her cheek and she saw him before
her, holding the soft, suede collar in his hands.
	She slowly knelt before him on the soft pillow and inclined
her head, feeling him slip the symbol of his ownership of her around
her neck and gently buckle it into place, sealing it shut with the
small, light padlock.
	And she was his property, body, mind and soul.
	The room erupted in applause and the murmurring returned,
excited now and quite loud. Hands gripped her shoulders lightly
helping her to her feet, and she was surrounded by well-wishers,
hugging her, kissing her cheeks, and a few quite forcefully on the
mouth, startling her and adding to her arousal which had not waned.
	She felt giddy and thought if someone were to give her the
mere tiniest of pushes she might float into the air and fly, so light
and complete was her joy.
	Though her hands remained locked behind her back, she found
she was more than perfectly at ease. Somehow the collar which now
encircled her neck completed the cuffs at her wrists and ankles and
she felt, for the first time in ages, as if she was as she was meant
to be.
	A few of her female friends had gathered in a small clump
about her and they chatted away excitedly, the others expressing their
envy and teasing her about the various sweet torments she would now
find herself subjected to at his whim. Susan blushed and giggled and
laughed out loud. Donna stood by and seemed to sense whenever Susan
wanted a sip of something to swath the dryness in her throat, for a
glass was always before her lips and carefully offering her succor
before she even had to ask. And though bound, Susan felt pampered and
completely natural and at home, surrounded by love and cherishment.
	When one of her friends commented on how aroused she had
become watching the ceremony, Susan sighed with a thick coating of
unabashed wantonness and joked that right now all she herself wanted
to do was have somebody... anybody make her cum and cum hard.
	The friend shot a glance at the others in the tiny knot and
giggled in wicked conspiracy.
	"Oh, I don't think you have to worry about that, honey" she
said.
	"What do you mean" Susan asked her, genuinely puzzled.
	"You'll see" her friend taunted and turned to share an almost
evil chuckle with the others.
	Susan turned to toss a questioning glance at Donna who simply
smiled back, her face placcid and non-committal.
	Then his voice rang out above the noise of the gathering and
everyone fell silent, turning their attention toward him, Susan
turning in place to see that he was now standing next to one of the
odd-looking bench contraptions.
	"My friends... I believe I have made my selection... at least
to start."
	A ripple of laughter ran through the room which quickly went
quiet once more.
	"As you know" he continued, "my beloved Susan has now handed
over her erotic life to me. And because we know each other so well, I
am sure she realizes that she is going to be stuck with just me to
fulfill those needs from now on."
	The assembled group gave a mock "awwww" punctuated with a
chuckle.
	"But before she bids farewell to that.... variety? ...I
wanted, as you all know, to make sure that she had something to
remember it by. In fact, a once in a lifetime experience that would
carry her through the next however many years we have together."
	His eyes locked on hers from across the room and he smiled,
and Susan knew it was only for her.
	"Susan, I adore you... beyond anything else in this world. And
I wanted to give you one last gift of abandon before you settled down
to a life of utter bliss."
	Another small chuckle, another attentive silence.
	"This is an expression of my adoration of you, my love... and
a gift."
	He turned to where to men stood close by and nodded at them.
The crowd stepped back to allow the two through, toward where Susan
stood, now confused.
	They stepped to either side of her, each taking an upper arm
as if guarding her. Suddenly, over her head, came the gag, a large red
ball, and Susan heard Donna standing behind her say "Open darling"
quietly.
	Susan gasped, her lips parting and the gag was between. In
moments it was secured behind her head, holding her lips and jaws
apart.
	Susan felt her knees grow weak and begin to tremble, but even
as she started to sag, the strong arms holding her held her up,
preventing her slipping to the floor.
	Then suddenly she was being moved forward, across the room,
toward the strange looking bench-like device.
	It looked to her like a series of two short padded benches,
placed one before the other, but both supported on firm metal legs
that attached to long runners on the floor and each bench was at a
different height. From one end of the thing just beneath one of the
benches two long heavily padded arms jutted straight outwards. But
what most captured her attention were the various straps of leather
that seemed to be firmly attached to strategic locations.
	Even before she could clear her head and absorb the
implications that races through her mind, she felt her legs being
grasped and lifted, the grip on her arms tightening to support her and
in a moment she was lying face down, in the air, the device looming
beneath her.
	She felt herself lowered, one bench pressing against her
stomach, the other bench pressing against her forehead, her legs
suddenly opened by the firm hands around her ankles and then held down
on the outer sides of the long padded arms.
	She let out a startled yelp and struggled to lift her head to
glance around but in a flash she felt herself surrounded on all sides,
hands pressing her, holding her in place as other deft fingers looped
the various straps over her body, capturing her at the thighs, ankles,
even looping behind her head, holding it immobile.
	The flutter of activity around her ebbs and the hands
withdrew... and Susan realized she was trapped... more firmly bound
than she had ever been before. It seemed as if her entire body was
strapped to this strange device at every point she might possibly
move... and she felt open and helpless, aware now of the small
droplets of her arousal that trembled on the lips of her pussy just
above her clit. She whimpered behind the gag, unable to move even her
head, wondering what was about to befall her helpless body. She did
not have long to wait.
	She felt an arm brush beneath her, just at her chest and a
moment later felt the firm pinch of the clamp as it surrounded her
already aching nipple, causing her to moan as the sensation rolled
through her. Another hand from the opposite side of her brushed, and
then both nipples were trapped in heavy clamps that pulled, teasingly
on her sensitive buds of flesh. Her body shivered from the rush of
sensations, causing the clamps to jiggle, increasing the rush of
pleasure-pain.
	But before she could adjust to this assault, there was a
brushing against her inner thigh, fingers laid beside her pussy and
pressing, causing the lips to part... and then the pressure...
	God, she realized, my pussy.... they're clamping my pussy....
	She cried out under the gag at the strangeness of the feeling
as each lip was firmly gripped and then gently parted, leaving her
feeling open and exposed in a way she had never known before.
Something... thin cords perhaps, were looped around her upper thighs
and the realized they were attached to the clamps, so that the spread
of her legs would hold her gaping, exposed and empty.
	And even as this was settling into her mind, she felt the
sudden pressure of the plug against her ass, the tight ring quivering
at this invasion, even as it was pressed steadily into her, filling
her, spreading her. Just as the widest part of the plugs base spread
her she thought she would go mad from the sensation that tore through
her, but then it settled, deep in her ass and she felt the feeling
ebbing, like cresting the height on a roller coaster.... 
	And then the small vibrating egg-shaped toy that hung on the
end of the short cord from the base of the plug was gently laid
against the spread lips of her pussy, and very lightly, like a
tickling, trembling breath of wind, touched her clit.
	She shuddered, her entire body shot through with an electric
explosion of sensual eruption, forcing her up to the very brink of
bursting... but she did not erupt with the cumming that waited
there.... for the jerking, thrashing, spasms of her tightly bound body
caused the egg to brush free from her clit, staving off the promised
orgasm.
	The sound she emitted was half moan, half sob as her entire
body quivered, straining for the denied release, pinning her on the
summit of arousal without the promise escape. And then the egg brushed
gently against her clit once more and it was as if a flare had been
struck searing her sex with blissful fire. Again her body shuddered,
again the egg was pressed gently away.
	Susan screamed behind the gag, her mind erupting with the
horror of this strange and wonderful torment, every fiber in her flesh
glowing with lust and unable to find the shattering that hung just out
of her reach, between her legs. Her pussy was dripping now, weeping
with wantonness and each light pendular brush of the trembling toy
against her clit was an agony of tormenting bliss.
	And then she felt the warm brush of his breath against her
ear, the light press of his lips on her burning lobe... and his word,
floating in on a whisper of love and possession...
	"Cum, Susan".
	And she shattered, the orgasm tearing through her, her body
straining against every strap, flesh trembling, throat disgorging an
animal sound of fulfillment and release, every muscle searing with the
flood of the cumming, her body burned away by the flames that rushed
through her.
	Wracking sobs tore from her as the sensation rolled and flowed
from every opening, ebbing slowly, leaving her limp and exhausted. It
was beyond imagination, what she had endured... beyond her ability to
comprehend... how any sensation could be so intense... why she had not
simply died under the strain of its passage through her flesh...
	
	And the the hands were upon her once more, the straps quickly
and deftly opening, her limp body held, and gently stroked and
supported by a sea of caring fingers. And her mind released, floating
away to some blissful nirvana, riding on the waves of pleasure that
now floated her into the darkness of tenderness and freedom...
	
	She was only vaguely aware of being lifted from the device,
gently, almost reverently carried to where the padded post stood....
her back leaned against it... the long, thick vibrator pressed into
her pussy, filling her now completely, front and back... her legs
drawn together and bound at ankles, knees and thighs.... her entire
form lashed tightly to the post, until is was as if she was an
ornamental part of it... held there from forehead to ankles... her
pussy filled, her ass plugged, her nipples clamped... gagged and
wrapped tight and immobile... a true sacrifice awaiting the lighting
of the pyre, which she knew would be supplied by her own lust.
	And before her, the guests now turning their tormenting
attentions to one another.... here a woman splayed on a cross against
the wall as the whip flashed across her breasts... there, hanging
upsidedown, legs spread wide, another gagged helpless female writhed
as the darkly focused man plunged the long, thick dildo into her
pussy, causing the womans own erupting cum to trickle down her
stomach... the woman on her back on the floor before Susan, ankles
bound to wrists, forcing her open, while the man plunged his cock into
her in long, hard strokes, and the woman knelt over her face, muffling
her whimpers with her pussy.
	And as her eyes fell on each new vision, it was is if she was
enduring them all, for as each tormented feminine body exploded in
cumming, her own would echo it with a shuddering orgasm, until they
hit her, one after the other, in a steadily increasing throb of
cumming...
	
	Susan slowly opened her eyes, dazed, bewildered and
confused... her body ached... but it was not the ache of having
endured some kind of punishment... it was the ache of unfulfilled
lust... She moaned and rolled over. She was in bed, she realized,
completely unbound, free to move and stretch which she slowly did,
letting every muscle tighten before sagging slowly as the tension was
released.
	She was aware of the slow, dull, steady throb in her pussy...
the aching need, which seemed to her somehow natural, and she vaguely
wondered if that is how she would always be from now on... always
wanton... always in heat.... but she smiled savoring the glow the
sensation and the lightness it gave her....
	Slowly she raised one hand and let it fall to the collar still
locked around her neck, the fingertips tracing along it's edge... and
she savored this as well.... she was owned now, body and soul... and
she was content...
	And before she closed her eyes once more and drifted back to a
healing, restful sleep, she felt a single tear of joy gather at the
corner of her eye before slipping free and trickling slowly down her
cheek...
	For she was home at last... home.. and conquored.... and
finally, finally free......
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