Message-ID: <795eli$9705130046@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: MarArch@ix.netcom.com Subject: Conquoring Texas, 4 (last) - D/s, B/D, cons, MMMMFFFF/f 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...... E-mail with comments: MarArch@ix.netcom.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /