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Elizabeth The Conference Day Three

By the third conference day I was in some kind of altered state. By day, at the conference, I was being asked and encouraged to show my wit and intelligence. At night, I was ordered and expected to be a complete submissive. My two halves were being so satisfied, I was always buzzing. No wonder Master had encouraged me to attend without him. Knowing this was my last day, I threw all caution…and my underwear…to the winds.

I was back downstairs in my charcoal suit; this time with a sheer black blouse underneath, high heels, no bra/panties, butt plug…and nothing else. Master had instructed me and approved my outfit. Good thing I thrive on sex, because I could not have gotten more than three hours sleep the previous two nights.

“You look beautiful, Elizabeth,” said Bill as I sat down with him at breakfast. I thanked him and gently rubbed his cock with my hand through his pants. I was being very bold with this man; much bolder than I ever would be in Master’s presence. To rub Master’s cock without permission would incur a serious punishment, because it would be about my pleasure. Bill was different; not my permanent master, no loving relationship and a passing experience. Just for now. So, I was bold and direct in voicing my need to serve and be used for pleasure (his and mine). I loved where it was taking me and how I was blending my two powerful halves.

We finished breakfast and I was handed a small silk bag. “A set on ben-wa balls, my dear. Put them in, enjoy the day and I’ll see you later.” I was flabbergasted. I was going to spend the entire day with both a butt plug and ben-wa’s? I would have a cunt trickle all day with that much pleasure.

Thank god Master has me condition my inner muscles like I do my pec’s and glutes to keep those toys inside. Which was good, because all of Bill’s friends who had been using me for two nights, found ways during the day to brush up against my breasts, cunt and ass. It was the most drawn-out foreplay I had ever experienced. By the end of day, I was cunt soaked and nipple hardened. I was beyond wanting cock and pussy…I was craving them.

And cock and pussy I received.

Dinner was a blur. I sat on Bill’s right so I could constantly stroke his cock with my left hand as I ate. He stayed hard throughout dinner and it took all my willpower to not drop something under the table so I could suck him also. I am such a glutton for cock in any manner, shape and form. We had a strange form of competition going; that I could continue to eat and talk while stroking him and that he would not allow himself to cum. I was deeply into sub-space and hoping to go further.

Receiving both the Most Congenial (gee, I wonder how I earned that award) and Scholar of Note awards from the conference committee was icing on the cake. (Those two halves again…feeling so good…going deeper into sub-space.)

As usual after dinner (how quickly the unusual becomes the usual), I changed and returned to Bill’s penthouse suite demurely dressed in a plain vanilla outfit. I walked into a room completely lit by candles. Very sexy and very mysterious. I was stripped and relieved of both my butt-plug and ben-wa balls. I was told I would not be needing them again this evening.

Expecting to be told to assume First Position, I was surprised to be told to walk over to the sofa and bend over the back so my breasts were hanging free. I did so and immediately felt the base of each breast being bound with rope. Not too loose and not too tight, the blood was engorging them and they began to pleasantly throb. Next came nipple clamps and I went from strong pleasure to mild pain. I gasped and was struck hard on the ass in response. I was pulled upright by my hair and had my wrists and elbows bound behind my back, to create a straight arm bar. I could be easily moved through a complete range of motion by simply raising or lowering my arms. It also had the added advantage of displaying my newly bound breasts to maximum advantage.

Bent over the sofa again, A cock was pushed deeply into my mouth and another deeply into my pussy.

These men knew what I could do without warm-up and they took their pleasure with me. Swallowing the cock down my throat and pushing my ass back to get more cock was exciting me as much as them. They achieved a seesaw rhythm that drove me crazy with desire; as one would drive into my throat or pussy, the other would withdraw until just their tip was inside me. Then back and forth. I could taste precum in my mouth and the throbbing of a cock in my pussy. I expected to be filled with cum both orally and vaginally and was getting more turned on through the anticipation of being filled for the first time that evening.

Imagine my disappointment when just as I was beginning to feel the stir of an orgasm, both men simultaneously pulled out of me. I had been so in the moment, that even without their cocks, I continued to push my head forward and ass back with no one there. I felt embarrassed and began to blush, and then they both simultaneously entered me again. I went more deeply into sub-space as they used my own desire against me to demonstrate complete ownership.

Once again, I became what my Master’s friend Mike calls a fuck-toy. This was done at least five more times until I literally tried to get myself off against the sofa while they watched and encouraged me. I begged them to whip me while I rubbed my cunt against the sofa to help me cum. No luck. Before I could get my orgasm, they pulled me up by my arms and walked me to the middle of the room. Hooking a rope over a beam, they ran it under the ropes binding my breasts, then pulled the rope tight so that I was standing on my tip toes. My weight was dispersed around my torso, with a pull on my breasts. They spread my feet with a clothes rod so I was now suspended a half inch in the air, breasts on fire…ever closer to an orgasm.

Twirling me around, I was surrounded by the men and women who had been using/pleasuring/training/worshipping me for two days and nights. They started using their mouths, fingers, tongues and cocks on me. There was no difference by this time between pleasure and pain. They started out by flogging me with a soft flogger. As the blood rose to the surface of my skin, they switched to a harder leather that actually stung, especially on my engorged and bound breasts.

My anus was rimmed by a probing tongue as my breasts were lightly caned. I was in heaven and proudly opened my body to their discipline. I had become a vessel of experiences and sensations; using and being used in service.

I was lowered back to the floor and made to crawl to each of them, kissing and licking their shoes. Occasionally, one of them would hurry me along with a hard flogger, stinging my ass and pussy lips. Arms still bound, I crawled around the room to their commands.

Kneeling to lick two pussies, I was taken from behind.

Sucking a cock, I was clit-licked and ass-fucked.

Kneeling for another whipping, I was kissing the shoes of my trainer while he flogged me.

Three men fucked me while a woman pissed on my chest. I licked her pussy dry, as commanded.

And again. And again. I lost track of time and place, living completely in sub-space. My night ended with each person signing my naked, heaving body with a sharpie…sending an appreciative mental thank you to Master for giving me to them.

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Later that morning, unwashed, I was driven to the airport in Bill’s limo. I laid on the seat, slowly sucking his thick cock in goodbye.

“Before we part, please read this…” he said.

Dear elizabeth, I hope you have enjoyed your first of many conferences. Bill and I have known each other for years and I alerted him to your attendance at the conference. Bill was kind enough to phone me after your first afternoon encounter. I have enjoyed hearing from him about what a fine submissive you have shown yourself to be to these strangers. I have even heard from him some details you forgot to share with me. For this you will be punished, as I am sure you know. He described how every day you were a smart, funny and insightful attorney. He also described how every night you were a wanton slut who served without restraint. They saw a small part of what I see every time I look into those mischievous brown eyes. I look forward to seeing you in a few hours, with little traces of Bill’s cum still hiding in the corners of your smile.

Love always, your Master

I continued to suck Bill goodbye and floated onto the plane home, dreaming of my next conference…