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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......
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