WBDP - Valentine's in Vegas

True to her word, Marcia did begin working out with me. She had no time to do so before going to work, so I would go in the mornings and work on my aerobics and swimming. Instead of walking on the treadmill, I was now able to do light jogging. On the bikes, I could now get between 15-20 miles in an hours time, depending on the program I set the bike on. I was working towards 30 laps in swimming. It was only a 25 meter pool, so 30 laps was only 750 meters, but it was still a far cry from where I started.

After she got off work, Marcia would come with me and we'd work on weights for an hour. She showed me more of the machines and how to use them to effectively strengthen different muscle groups. She also informed me that my idea that I didn't have to work my legs due to aerobics was totally wrong. She said that the two things were different and that my legs had to keep up with the rest of my strength training. She did agree with me that lower weights and more repetitions would be better overall in building strength rather than going for heavier weights and lower reps, which would tend to bulk me up. She also had me working my abdominals more to get rid of the little belly I was still carrying around. She alternated the days that we would work on different muscle groups, doing three different groups on three different days, saying that our muscles usually required three days to recover from a heavy workout.

"I actually like the more athletic look," she said, "rather than the body builder physique. You maintain more flexibility and don't look so muscle bound. More like Michael Phelps or LeBron James than Arnold Schwarzenegger or his ilk. Plus I've talked to some of the older body builders and weight lifters and they said the bigger weights put a lot of stress on their joints when they were younger and many of them have joint or back problems now."

We would take turns pushing each other on the weight machines. I noted that she was using 40 or 50 pounds for her reps, less for the upper body, more for the legs, although she easily managed multiple sets of 30 reps at those levels.

I asked her why and she said that she still wanted to look like a woman and not some type of cyborg hybrid. God knows she looked like a hell of a woman, so I didn't question her methods. Working out with her while she wore leotards was a kind of torture. She could easily have worn sweats, but she knew the affect she was having on me and every other male in the place. It was her way of reminding me of what I was shooting for.

After we returned home, we'd usually shower together, taking the perfectly appropriate amount of time to wash each other off, wink, wink. She was keeping herself clean shaven for me, which I found to be highly erotic. There's nothing like going down on a woman and not having to contend with hair. Let's just say I liked tacos better than shredded wheat. I started doing a little man trimming as well, so she had less hair to contend with when fellating me. The hair trimmer with the shortest hair attachment kept everything at a nice manageable length.

I learned to automate some of my day trading. I would have orders entered that would only execute if a stock was at a certain price, I would put trailing stops on some of my stocks to sell if they started dropping too much so I could keep more of my profits without paying an excessive amount of attention to them. I would get warning alerts on my smart phone when stocks crossed over certain moving averages. I could spend more time working on my life and less time sitting on a computer screen.

One of the things I had more time to do was look into dominance/submission relationships. My 2 days of being a Master to Marcia were based more upon my desire to fuck her and use her in every way possible, than in any understanding of the lifestyle. Other than trying out a lot of the fantasies that my fevered imagination had held for years, I hadn't really thought about what it meant to be in a Master/slave relationship. But it turned out that it really was a lifestyle for a lot of people.

I did a lot of reading and investigation and found there were a lot of variations in the lifestyle. There were the sadists and masochists who tended to get off on giving and receiving pain. A lot of the things that they were into, I would have considered torture, things like body mutilations, needle piercings, cuts, public humiliations, golden showers, scat or shit stuff, caning which could leave the submissive bruised for weeks. None of that appealed to me at all, nor, would I guess, appeal to Marcia. I loved her too much to ever hurt her or mark her up. We both realized that a little spanking now or then, something that would wear off in a couple hours, was not a permanent hurt. Even though there was pain, it was transitory and fleeting. There was a difference between erotic pain and just pain. She might cum from a spanking, but never would from a headache. I suppose if those types of people can find each other and are happy, that's on them, but not for me.

The milder form of that was bondage and discipline, a lesser form of submission. That's what we'd just explored in our own little way. Tying a person down, administering spankings, paddling or whatnot in ways designed to not leave more than temporary striping or bruising, milder humiliation, all of it designed primarily to just enhance sex. What was clear about what we'd done is that the submissive was ultimately in charge. She was the one who set the levels of what she was willing to tolerate, that safe words would always be used and respected. While the submissive was allowing more to her master than the normal person might, the ultimate limits were always the submissives and never the masters. That's where I saw ourselves. No matter what I did, how far and how long it proceeded was totally up to Marcia, her limits, not mine.

There were other variations I saw, pony play or pet play, Gorean play, based upon the novels of John Norman and Gor, and a lot of other stuff I hadn't fully investigated yet. Dominants could be male or female, as could their submissives. Some adventurous souls would have both male and female submissives, while some submissives would alternate between male and female masters, probably depending on their overall sexual orientation.

One other item that I ran across was a huge D/s lifestyle convention around Valentine's Day in, where else, Las Vegas. It lasted for three days, February 12-14, perfect as it looked as though I was going to make 215 pounds by my next weigh-in on January 24 and that meant Marcia had to submit to me for 3 days. It would mean delaying our play time until mid-February, not a particular hardship as I was getting regular sex again, but putting me awful close to our next weigh-in February 24 which was crowding our play dates.

The organizers were renting an entire hotel for the duration and the hotel would be closed to any other guests. That meant that nudity could abound, play could be organized, scenarios played out. The hotel staffing was going to be at a reduced level, as they had to depend on volunteers to work during that time, people who wouldn't be affected or offended by nudity or anything else that might happen, but the hotel had done this for three straight years, so about 75% of the staff was okay with whatever went on. And of course, since it was in Vegas, it stayed in Vegas.

I really wanted to go to this thing. We could meet others who thought playing was fun, much the same as we did, discover something about each of the variations in the lifestyle, see what others were doing and if we wanted to incorporate any of it into our own life. I printed off something about the convention to show Marcia later.

After working out, eating and showering that night, we retired to the bedroom. I used the vibrator on my wife while she sucked my cock, followed by a pleasurable interlude of my fucking her pussy for fifteen minutes; before I replaced my cock with her vibrator. My cock, now free, could plunge in her dark hole for another ten before she managed to vacuum the cum from my balls. Of course, this happened as she was spasming on my cock during her third orgasm of the evening. There are times when it pays to be a woman. We were both feeling quite sated and were cuddling while catching our breath.

"I want to show you something, honey," I said.

"What is it?"

"Take a look at this I printed off the internet today."

She looked at me askance. "Is this something I want to see?"

"I won't know until you look at it."

She read it over; the hotel, the location, the purpose of the convention. She wasn't dismissing it out of hand, I could almost see the gears in her head spinning.

"Would you want me nude in front of bunch of strangers?" She asked.

"That is my hope, you and me both. What good is it to have the best sex slave in all the world if you can't brag on it to anybody? I'm proud of my little sex slave and would like to show her off, in all her natural wonder."

"Would I be having sex in front of strangers?"

"Only with me. Nobody else gets to have sex with you but me. There may be some other touching though."

"What kind of touching?" She asked, concerned.

"Almost certainly spanking or paddling, I'm guessing some digital penetration, playing with your breasts, maybe some licking, kissing, and fondling, maybe some toys. No cocks other than mine, in any way, shape or form."

"And you would be okay with this, other people touching me?"

"Under controlled circumstances determined by me with your agreement; yeah, I'm okay with it. It's for three days, I'm a week away from my weigh-in and I'm a pound away. The three days at the convention would be your three days of slavery. The issues would be waiting for the convention, plus my next weigh in is ten days later so we're crowding a lot of your slavery into two weeks."

"And don't forget the issue of 'Will I do this'", Marcia said. "You really want to do this? This is pretty far out there, even for you. Parading me naked in front of a bunch of strangers, having sex with me in front of others. Why do you want to do this?"

"The fact that it is strangers actually makes it easier," I said. "Parading you naked in front of people we know would be a problem, but strangers; not so much. The main thing is, we get to meet other people with similar interests, maybe learn some things we didn't know, incorporate new ideas in our play; really see what the whole Domination/submission thing is all about. And, you know that what happens in Vegas -"

"Stays in Vegas," she finished for me. "I'm familiar with the concept. What if we meet some people we do actually know?"

"Let's say we meet your Chief of Police at the convention. Do you think he's going to be any more eager in exposing his proclivities than you are in exposing yours? I think it would still 'Stay in Vegas', if you know what I mean."

"I want to think about it," she said. "I'll let you know my answer at your weigh-in."

The next week went by rather slowly for me, I think a little too quickly for Marcia. We continued to work out together, do our jobs, everything normal. Two days before the weigh-in, Marcia submitted to a light spanking, using my hand. Thirty wonderful swats, after which I finger fucked her aroused pussy to orgasm and after which she swallowed my cock whole, licking and tonguing and sucking while she fondled my balls until I gave her a nice, juicy taste treat. I thought she might say something afterward, but she didn't.

The day of my weigh-in arrived and I stood on the scales.

"215 pounds, Master. You've earned yourself three days with your little slave."

"It was with your help, Marcia. I really appreciate the work you're putting in to help me."

"Well, it is for my benefit too, isn't it."

"Yes it is. At least you seem to enjoy it as much as I do. Have you thought about Vegas? Are you ready to make a decision?" I asked.

"You still want to go through with this?" Marcia asked.

"I do."

"I will agree to go under the following conditions. You don't gain a single pound back before we leave."

"Done," I agreed. "What are the other conditions?"

"The whole trip is assigned a safe word. If at any time I give that safe word, we're done, we're out of there. No complaints, protests, whining, or push back. We're coming home and the three days are over. Future slave days may be up for renegotiation. I'm really nervous about this and while I want to be your little slave on this, we're bumping against my limits."

How much do I want to do this, I thought. If the whole master/slave thing were to end up cancelled, would it be worth it to me to go to Vegas for Valentines Day. I'll have to be very careful what happens out there, or I'm screwed. I'll have to make sure that nothing bad happens to Marcia. But I still thought it would be worth it.

"Agreed," I said. "What do you want the safe word to be?"

"Cocoa Puffs, because I feel like I'm being a little cuckoo right now."

"Anything else?" I asked.

"One more thing," she said. "Every night, before we go to sleep, we talk about everything that happened that day. What was good or bad and why, and if we still want to continue. Even though you say you have no problems with other people touching me, I know your first wife fooled around on you and it fucked you up a little. It took awhile before you really trusted me and knew that I wasn't going to do the same thing to you. So, this isn't just my decision. If you start getting uncomfortable about what's happening, you can call it off too. My relationship with you is far too important to jeopardize over what's essentially our games. I'm not going to ruin our life for games. If I even think you're having a problem with anything that's happening, I will call Cocoa Puffs, no matter if you think you're having a problem or not. Understood?"

"Good call, honey. That makes a ton of sense. I don't want to jeopardize our relationship either. I'm okay with all those things."

"Then I'll go."

"I'll make all the arrangements; you don't have to worry about a thing."

"Make sure I don't, here or there."

Could I love this woman any more? I kissed her goodnight and drifted off to sleep with visions of Marcia naked in front of strangers in my head and how proud I would be that she was my little slave.

********

The day of our departure arrived. I'd done all of the packing. Essentially it was clothes for the flights to and from Vegas and some lingerie for Marcia, some shorts and t-shirts for me. I really didn't know what was considered normal Masters wear. The only examples I had were cheesy porno pics. I figured shorts and tee's would do to start, and once I had an idea of what was commonplace, I could buy something else. I could easily move down in attire and that was another benefit of my diet and exercise plan. If I ended up naked, I was not going to look fat and cheesy. Because it was a convention, there were going to be booths by some manufacturers of D/s equipment and clothing. If I found something I liked, I could buy something from them.

I also brought a selection of our toys; well, really, most of them. We didn't have that many as far as I was concerned. We were just starting down this path. I left the largest of the butt plugs and one of the vibrators. Everything else was going. I placed a couple items in my carry on, the rest went into our checked luggage. I really wondered what the TSA guys would think if they had to open my luggage. Probably have a lot of laughs tonight over beers.

Marcia was normally a calm, collected flyer, but she seemed edgier today. I tried to keep her engaged in conversations about work and our families, but I'm sure she was just thinking about the next three days and her part in it. This was a big step for her. She was nominally a private person. I was planning to negate her privacy. She was taking a real flyer here, and it was all due to me. She agreed, but this is not something that would show up at even the bottom of her bucket list. Not only would she be naked in front of many people, men and women, she would be exposing a lifestyle choice she'd done once for two days almost seven weeks ago. If it was just up to her, this wouldn't be happening. She was doing it as a gift to me, a Valentine's gift par excellence demonstrating unequivocally, how much she loved me.

Finally, I realized something that might help calm her down; an orgasm or two. Whispering, I handed her my carry-on and told her to take it to the restroom, insert her butt plug and attach her butterfly. She looked at me like my head had fallen off.

"No, seriously. Put it on and come back here," I whispered.

"Your three days hasn't started yet!" Marcia exclaimed, handing it back.

"This isn't for me; this is for you. You're as nervous as a chicken in a fox den. You're too wrapped up in what might happen; you need to relax. The best way I know for that to happen is if you have a little happy time. No one needs to know. You're not going through a scanner anywhere. You can even keep the remote, be in full control."

She thought about it for a minute, then said, "You may be right. Give me that thing."

She got up and went to the bathroom for about five minutes, then returned to her seat. She got comfortable in her seat, took the airline magazine out like she was going to read it, looked around briefly, then I saw her turn the remote on. She made a small movement as she felt it come on, then started turning the pages like she was actually scanning the pages, but I could tell by the look in her eye, she wasn't really paying attention to any of it. I saw her adjust the setting at one point, finding a vibration that was doing more for her. After awhile, she slid an inch or two down her seat, her hips rolling forward, and she gave a small smile of contentment I'm sure I was the only one to notice.

I expected her to turn the thing off, but apparently, it was feeling much too fine to stop the sensations now. I was watching her closely, pretending to read a book. She grabbed my arm when she spasmed again, squeezing it pretty hard. Just as she'd hidden her orgasms quite well during our Christmas dinner out, she was giving no outward signs to anyone not paying close attention and looking for them that she was joining the mile high club on her own. One more time, she shivered slightly as if she were cold before I saw her turn her butterfly off. She floated off to sleep with a smile on her face, the magazine resting in her lap.

When the plane began it's descent into Vegas, I woke her up and told her we would be landing soon. Apparently, her anxiety was ratcheting up again as I noticed she used the remote again. Two orgasms later, we touched down in Las Vegas. As it was still winter, the sun had already set, but it was almost like daylight, at least along the strip. Neon lights were blazing everywhere.

We grabbed a taxi to the hotel as we weren't planning on going anywhere while we were there. The hotel wasn't one of the big ones along the strip, but a couple blocks away from most of the gambling action. It was a modest structure, three stories tall and only taking up a corner of the street. From the outside, it looked like any other smaller hotel catering to a more modest crowd than the normal Vegas tourist. What it was catering to was the more kinky crowd, a fact immediately apparent when one entered the lobby. There a sign proclaimed that there was to be no nudity until 2/12, not the kind of sign likely to be seen in any other hotel in town.

The hotel was allowing the conventioneers to check in the day before and would be closed for cleaning the day after. So we were essentially paying for 5 days although no one would be there for longer than four. I know Marcia was happy that she didn't have to shuck down to her birthday suit until tomorrow. We picked up a program listing the activities scheduled for the three days of the convention plus the exhibitors who were going to be there and went to our room. Marcia lay down on the bed and did some deep breathing, still pretty tense. I told her she might want to cum a couple more times since she was still so worked up. She apparently agreed with me. Removing her underwear, I saw her turn her butterfly on high and thrust two fingers up her sheath until I heard her moan out her release, her cunt contracting around her fingers as she came.

"It's always better if I don't have to hide my orgasms. They seem better if I can move and make noise instead of just letting them wash over me in silence," she said.

"I don't want you to hide any orgasms during our three days here. You can be as loud and demonstrative as you want," I said. "I want people to know what an exciting sex slave I have," licking the fluids from her fingers.

"Just letting you know ahead of time; I'm not even sure if I'm capable of having an orgasm in front of others."

"I will be doing my best to make sure that won't happen. I want you to enjoy these three days as much as you did the first two."

I showed her the program. There were at least eight activities scheduled every day, more on the first two days as they extended until 10:00 PM, fewer on Valentine's Day as the exhibiters shut down at 12 PM. There would be a banquet and dance the last afternoon. Champagne and a special Valentine's Day dessert were included. Some of the activities were contests, two of which I wanted us to enter, but a lot of them were exhibitors demonstrating their products or modeling their clothes to the guests. I pointed out those exhibitions that I would like us to attend. Marcia said she was willing to go along with anything that didn't violate our pre-arranged limits.

"There are two contests that I'd like to enter, one tomorrow and one the following day," I told her. "There are prizes for first, second and third place for each contest of $1000, $700 and $400. The contest tomorrow is to see which slave will cum the most while riding a Sybian while sucking a Master's cock or cunt before the Master cums. The one day after tomorrow is to see which slave cums first while being punished by his or her master. I'm thinking of how quickly you released when I was hitting your pussy with the tawse. I think we have a shot at winning both. And of course the dinner and dance on Valentines's Day"

"What's a Sybian?" Marcia asked.

"It's a large vibrator that you sit astride like you're riding a horse. I understand the orgasms are quite frequent and intense. Some Master's use it as a form of punishment by tying the slave down on to it and forcing them to cum."

"I've never thought of cumming as a form of punishment," she said.

"I suppose it depends upon if they're allowed to stop."

Marcia pondered that.

"That could be a punishment, I guess. You do get kind of sensitive after awhile."

She looked at me awhile, studying my face. She pulled me towards her and held me very close, "Are you sure we're doing the right thing?"

"I know that if we're careful and keep communicating, this could be a very rewarding time. Look at me," pointing to my erection, pushing against my pants, "look at how excited I am right now, and all we're doing is talking. I'm so proud of you, Marcia. I can't tell you how much I appreciate your agreement to go along with this. I know more than anyone how difficult this is for you. This could very well be the best Valentine's Day present ever."

"I'm so worried that we'll end up harming our marriage. I don't want to do that."

"We will be cautious. I'm confident we can do this. I would be devastated if we damaged our relationship, but I know we're good."

"Make love to me, Sam. Don't fuck me, love me."

I kissed her. I stood her up and removed her skirt and blouse. I undid her bra and removed the butterfly.

"Plug in or out?" I asked.

"In please."

She climbed into bed while I undressed. When naked, I climbed into bed with her and pulled her into my arms, showering kisses upon her upturned lips. They parted and my tongue stole into her mouth and entwined with her own, dancing, swirling, sucking, making her breathless. I kissed my way across her cheek to her neck, nibbled and licked my way down her neck, giving her goose bumps. I chased the goose bumps down her chest, across her breasts, nibbling at the sensitive skin around her areolae before locking my lips around the hardened points of her nipples. She thrust her chest out against my mouth, pushing her flesh deeper into my mouth. I suckled the dimpled flesh, hearing her moans of arousal as I teased the taut tips atop her mounds. She began grinding her hips against my leg and I could feel the wetness of her sex against my thigh.

My hand reached down between us and she spread her legs, opening herself to my questing fingers. I could feel the heat of her blood engorged labia growing as her arousal grew, the lips parting for my manual stimulation. First one, then a second digit dug into the spongy flesh of her sheath, feeling the slick, silky smoothness as her body prepared itself for mating. My thumb rubbed the stiffened peak of her clit as it poked itself from the protective folds.

I couldn't wait any longer to taste her, the tangy, spicy center of her and my mouth left her breasts and my tongue speared into her core, feeling her excitement as her cunt squeezed against my tongue, trying to draw it deeper into her molten recesses. My fingers, freed from her sheath by my tongue, stroked the perineum in lazy strokes while simultaneously tapping lightly on her plug, sending little shock waves into her anal ring.

Lapping hungrily at the fluids flowing from her sex, I swirled my tongue upward through her cleft, tantalizing her lower lips before nipping gently at her engorged clit. Suckling softly on the turgid flesh while my tongue began dancing on the tip of her exposed nub, I felt her hips rolling against my mouth, thrusting against me, seeking more pressure. Two fingers slid back into her cunt and sought the roughened skin of her g-spot on the top of her sheath.

Rubbing against the nerve bundle while my tongue worked the nubbin on the outside, I heard her cry out, "I'm cumming, Sam. Oh, God! It feels so good."

Her hands grabbed my head and pulled me tighter to her sex, her sheath spasming around my fingers, deep moans spilling from her lips as I kept up my oral and manual stimulation of her trigger points.

"Put your thick cock in me, Sam. I want to feel you inside me, thrusting, driving, making me yours again."

I didn't need a second invitation. Positioning myself between her legs, I threw her calves over my shoulder and eased myself into her liquid heat, sliding easily in until our pubic bones fused together, the plug in her ass making her exquisitely tight and increasing her sensitivity.

"Yes, oh yes! I don't think I've stopped cumming. It seems to be going on and on and it feels so fucking good, feeling you buried in me."

She was right. I felt her spasms pulsating on my prick, massaging, milking, swallowing my cock whole. I began a nice, steady thrusting, pacing my plunges with the contractions of her cunt. Sinking in on the tightening of her sheath, withdrawing on the dilation. The intensity of that tight sleeve pulling and tugging on my shaft was divine.

It appeared to me that the more we had sex, the better it got. That our act of pleasure was perfected with practice and the rediscovery of our bodies. Marcia had an almost unlimited capacity for sex. I had never reached a point where it was too much for her. Always, she was capable of giving and taking more.

What's more; she'd apparently determined to exercise her Kegel muscles after our little game the last time we played at Master and slave. I could feel her bear down on my prick as her orgasm continued and the excitement building up all day exploded as I shot huge wads of my cum into her womb in spurts that jetted from my cock. It was like having my cock in a vice.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, how can you be squeezing me so tightly while you cum?" I said, panting my release.

"Ben wa balls, honey. You gave them to me so I could practice. I've been practicing."

"You're not kidding. My cock was so sensitive after I orgasmed and you just kept squeezing and squeezing. It was wonderful. If you left a single drop of juice in me, it must have been hiding in the deepest darkest recess of my balls." She was still compressing my cock although the poor little boy was giving up and going home.

My wife grew silent after our passion and I knew that she was thinking about what the next few days would bring. The fact that she would agree to this left me with a feeling of awe and wonder. I could not think of any greater way for her to show her love to me than agreeing to this despite how I knew she felt.

"My love, I know you're nervous and the fact that you would consent to do this means the world to me," I said. "I will do my utmost to make sure that I don't violate the trust you've placed in me. Remember, either one of us can cancel this by saying 'Cocoa Puffs'. We'll start at 7:00 tomorrow morning. I trust that all will be okay."

"Please hold me, Sam."

I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her close. Gradually, her breathing slowed and I knew that whatever bedeviled her mind, it no longer troubled her sleep. I held her in my arms as I too settled into sleep.

*******

I'd set our alarm for 6:30 AM, and after it went off, Marcia went into the bathroom and took care of all her necessities. When she got out of the shower, I was waiting for her in the bedroom with her collar, slave tag, cuffs, leash and a black mesh romper that could scarce be called clothing. She knelt when she entered the room and I had her display so I could fit all of the items on her. The romper went over her neck, had two sheer panels that went over her breasts before they came together again to pass between her legs, then parted again to wrap around her waist and tying in the front. It left nothing the imagination as it could not be said to cover anything, merely accenting and accentuating her nudity. She looked stunning and I could feel my cock responding both to her beauty and the situation. I hooked the leash to the collar and asked her to follow three feet behind me and to kneel if we came to a stop. I wore a plain white t-shirt and cargo pants shorts with a few of our toys in the pockets, and sandals. I also carried an express bag with a few more toys in it. It would allow me to add any purchases to it while looking around.

I can say without equivocation that as I walked her to the elevators to go to breakfast, I was the proudest man in the world. When we got in the elevator, there were two other couples already there. Marcia knelt down at my feet. I introduced myself and my slave.

"Hello, my name is Sam and my slave here is Marcia. Pleased to meet you," I said, holding my hand out to the nearest fellow.

He shook my hand and said, "Frank and my pet, Cathy." Cathy was on her knees leaning against Frank and rubbing her face on his leg. She was wearing cat ears on her head and had a plug in her ass with a cat's tail attached to it and nothing else but some body paint that suggested she was a gray and white tabby.

The other man stuck out his hand as well and identified himself as well. "I'm George and my little slave has been given the name of Dina, which means flower in Gorean." Dina had on a sheer red silk shift, essentially nothing more than single piece of fabric with a hole in the middle for her head and a piece of rope at the waist. She sat on her knees much like Marcia, but with her hands open on her thighs.

Frank was perhaps a little overweight, but not unduly so. He was around 5-9 and around 200 pounds. George was taller, 5-11 I guessed and perhaps 185. Both of them were wearing leather, so perhaps that was a commonality with people calling themselves Masters. I determined that I would have to keep an eye on what others were wearing and determine what I might want to wear to fit in. George also had a whip wrapped around his waist.

"I'm guessing that you and Cathy are into pet play, Frank; and that Dina is your slave in the Gorean style, George?"

"Right." "Correct." Came the the answers and George asked, "What do you practice, Sam?"

I looked down at Marcia and said, "Marcia and I are new to the lifestyle. That's part of the reason for our coming here. We wanted to see what was out there and see if we had a particular kink or would develop our own."

George followed my gaze and said, "You have an outstanding slave, extremely beautiful, and she appears quite obedient. Do you share?"

Marcia looked at me with a dangerous look in her eyes, awaiting my response but relaxed when I said, "Look at her, George. Would you want to share this flower of womanhood with anyone were she yours?"

George laughed. "You're right," he said. "It's unlikely that I would share something so lovely either, but if you should ever change your mind, let me know, would you." Dina said nothing but she pouted slightly at hearing that her Master would be interested in sharing another slave.

"Not likely, George," I smilingly said. "Would I be asking too much if I imposed on you both to have breakfast with us? I'm interested in what each of you considers to be the benefits of your particular lifestyles."

Both of them thought that would be most agreeable although I suspect their primary reason was to be able to keep watching Marcia, even though both of them had lovely slaves of their own. Cathy was perhaps a little plump, to match her master, but she had beautiful eyes and breasts. Dina did not appear to me to like the idea, but she had no say in the matter if what I knew of Goreans was true. Cathy didn't appear to care one way or the other.

"I notice it's rather warm in the hotel," I said. "Is the air conditioner broken?"

George and Frank laughed. "Not likely," George said, "but with all the nudity, they keep the temperature above 78 so the guests won't be uncomfortable. The staff find it a little warm, especially if they're working hard, but the hotel's relaxed their dress code so the staff can dress down to be more comfortable. Some of them may even be nude if they like the lifestyle. The only way you can tell they're staff is they still have to wear the hotel name tag, but it's usually attached to a chain around their neck."

Frank added, "I think they still have air on in the kitchen because of the stoves and ovens, but it's pretty warm everywhere else."

We took seats at a larger table, rather the masters did. The hotel had thoughtfully provided large fabric cushions on the floors next to the chairs for the slaves. They knelt down next to us.

We ordered and made small talk until our food order was delivered, at which point I asked Frank, "So, what can you tell me about pet play and why I and my slave might be interested in it." I fed Marcia some of her breakfast by hand as I did so. All of the masters fed their slaves while our conversation went on, eating our own food as well.

Frank thought a few moments, then said, "Pet owners want to have our own pets. Pets that are more special than the run of the mill pet. Our pet is essentially treated as such, using a litter box, kept on a cushion or a cage when we are busy, fed on the floor in their own little bowls, drinking the same way. In return, we love and caress our pets, take care of them, treat them nicely when they behave and punish them when they are bad."

"How do you decide what type of pet you will have?" I asked.

"Sometimes it's the will of the master, but those relationships rarely last as the pet usually has an affinity to a particular animal and this affinity is usually reflected in their behavior. The best relationships usually result when the pet chooses the type of animal she is and the master respects the choice." I saw Marcia watching and listening with interest as Frank gave Cathy a morsel of her food and she rubbed up against his leg and purred just as a cat would. He reached down and stroked her head and down her back, then scratching her head between her ears.

"And what attracted you to pet play?" I continued.

"You know how devoted some people are to their pets and their pets to them. Think of that times ten. The love and devotion of a beloved animal with the intelligence of a person. Able to cater to you and your every whim, please you in ways that an animal can't. What could be better?"

"A human slave," George chimed in. "One who has been trained to serve perfectly, to dance with grace, and makes every effort to satisfy her master in every way, one who is filled with slave heat and constantly needs her master to satisfy her and reduce her heat, even if for only a moment. That would be better than a pet. For example, 'Serve me my juice, slave'."

Dina rose gracefully to her feet, and twirling with lithe movements, took the pitcher of orange juice left at our table, poured it into a glass, knelt again with a little pirouette, took the glass and touching it briefly to her sex, her breasts and then kissing the glass, turned the glass to face her master and handed it up to him on upraised arms, saying, "This slave would ask that her master accept this juice as a sign that she finds favor in her masters eyes." The whole thing was done almost as a ritual, but so smoothly and elegantly, it was more than ritual, almost ceremony. This too was watched closely by Marcia, I noticed. I could see that she appreciated how graceful and dancelike Dina's movements were. George reached under Dina's silks and stroked her sex and she shuddered with the touch.

"This is slave heat," George said, licking her moisture from his fingers. "She can almost cum on command, she is so well trained and attuned to the needs of her master."

"But," Frank interjected. "She has little or no voice in her slavery. You Goreans buy and sell your slaves almost like cattle. There is no relationship there other than what the master wants."

"Slaves are happier when they are used in such a way. If she is sold, a slave knows that she hasn't been pleasing to her master and she will strive to do better with the next one so she isn't sold again and eventually ends up with the cheapest and most brutal of masters. They have no decisions to make, they only have to obey their masters," George replied.

"It doesn't sound as if you use safe words," I asked. "Isn't that dangerous?"

"If a slave doesn't want to be punished and misused, she should serve her master better, be more pleasing," George answered. "There is nothing more graceful and pleasing than a Gorean slave girl. They are demonstrating some of the Gorean slave dances tonight at nine at the sand pit. Dina will be one of the dancers. She is a most lovely dancer and the dancing makes her so hot that I must usually service her immediately to calm her down. You should come."

"I'll definitely consider it," I said, "but like I said, we're looking at a lot of things here this weekend and my time will be at a premium."

Frank also chimed in. "They're also having pony races tonight at 8:00 and pony dressage at 3:30 PM tomorrow. I would invite you to observe a branch of pet play then. Granted, it's a little specialized, but would give you an idea of how our pets perform for us."

"Thanks, Frank. We'll see if we have time. I'd better get going now. There's a lot to see today."

As we walked away, I asked Marcia what she thought.

"Neither one of the lifestyles particularly fits in with us, Master" she said. "I loved the grace and style of the Gorean slave, but the lack of a safe word and the general lack of consideration for the slave was totally distasteful to me. And having to act like an animal all the time would be a no go as far as I'm concerned. I'm nobody's rabbit or cat or doggy. And using a litter box! Not for us."

"I agree," I said. "Let's check out some of the vendors."

We entered out on the exhibition floor. Masters were everywhere, leading naked or near naked slaves of all types, men and women. Some even had more than one slave on their leash. As anticipated, many masters did wear leather of some kind or another. Others were dressed in business suits, some were dressed as casually as I was, some had on no more than the slaves they led around. I saw one man with three young ladies he herded around with a riding crop, getting them to go in whatever direction he desired with a quick swat upon the buttocks.

"I wonder how he keeps them all satisfied," I wondered out loud.

"Lots of viagra or a severe case of priapism, Master," Marcia hazarded. "Or maybe they have to pleasure each other while he watches."

The first place that I wanted to stop was a toy booth. Marcia had an amazing sexual capacity, and the more orgasms she had, the easier they came. If we wanted to win the contest this afternoon, I had to get her warmed up. The booth had every possible shape, size and variety of dildo, vibrator, and butt plug imaginable, and what they didn't have, they could order. The company agent was demonstrating each of the individual pieces of equipment. When he asked for a volunteer, I offered Marcia for several of the demonstrations, but only of the toys I was interested in. I asked her to divest herself of her romper and she removed the garment and I stowed it in my bag. He gave her a hand up on the platform and I told her to display. She snapped into her display position. The first thing that I wanted him to demonstrate was the We/Vibe 4 Plus. I'd read about its smart phone app that could be used to control the device from anywhere in the world.

Ted, as that was the demonstrators name, took the device which looked something like a U. He put a little lube on the part that was inserted into Marcia's pussy. He pushed it up until the base of the U was firmly against her pubic bone. The lower arm was positioned on her g-spot and the upper arm of the U then was adjusted over her clitoris. He handed me his smart phone with the app opened. He showed me the different vibe modes that were available and also indicated that it was possible to create your own vibration patterns by playing with the device and once you found the pattern that worked best, save the pattern. "Try it out, sir."

I pushed one of the buttons and noticed Marcia start. I touched each of the buttons in turn, looking for which one of them most seemed to 'push her buttons'. All of them seemed to be stimulating, but the fourth pattern really started to make her squirm. Her vaginal lips began glistening with her moisture.

Ted said, "Now, this vibrator is designed so that it can be used while you're having sex." He went to Marcia and pushed two fingers into her cunt. "The device is very small where it enters the vagina, leaving lots of room for the penis to enter at the same time." He wiggled his fingers in her cunt.

"Master, may I cum," she said.

"Cum for me, slave," I replied.

She shuddered, moaning, her hips rolling with the spasms. The look on her face was priceless. Many of the other masters also appeared to be impressed as well. Quite a few of them had their slaves sucking their cocks and a mistress had bared her cunt so her male slave could lick her. Marcia was still twitching lightly on the platform, trying to maintain her display position while the vibrations still pulsed in her pussy and on her clit. I turned it off and handed the phone back to Ted. Ted removed the We/Vibe from Marcia and dipped it in a basin of liquid.

"As you can see," Ted said, "the We/Vibe is totally waterproof and can easily be washed with water and a mild soap or this hypoallergenic, anti-microbial cleanser that we also sell. The nice thing about this is it can also be used in the bath or shower. It's charged by induction so it has no openings for water to get in.

"I'll take one of those," I told Ted. Several others also put in orders. It was obvious to everyone that it worked like a charm.

"I'd also like to see the 'Womanizer'," I told Ted.

"No problem, man." He lowered his voice so that he was speaking only to me. "You got a great lady here. I'm sure she just doubled my orders. Hey, if you end up buying anything else from me, I'll give you a 50% discount."

Ted went into his sales spiel. "All right, folks, the gentleman here wants his slave to check out the 'Womanizer'," Ted said. "I'm sure you would like to see this demonstrated as well. This is a great little product for the discriminating buyer. 73% of all women who have tested the Womanizer have reported that it gives them multiple orgasms. Another item of note, it does not use direct stimulation of the clitoris to achieve these results." He pulled out the device; it was small, easily fitting in his hand. "They come with these individual silicone tips in a couple different sizes just in case a woman should have a large clit. Now this kind of simulates a sucking action and the pulsing around the clitoris is what causes the orgasm." He turned to me and said, "You should have the lady lie down for this. It gets pretty intense."

"Slave," I said, "lie down, spread your legs. Hold still."

Marcia obeyed. Ted bent down over her and separated the lips at the top of her cleft, pulling back the folds, exposing her clit. He placed the cone like structure over the top of her clit and turned it on.

"Okay," Ted said, "this has got ten settings from mild to extreme. I'm going to start on the mild setting, then go to number five, and then jump to ten. I don't think you need to see all ten settings to get the idea here."

Marcia was making lovely petite moaning sounds, the sounds I loved to hear, music to my ears. When he bumped it up to five, her legs twitched and she struggled to keep her hands up instead of putting them down on her cunt. I don't think she was aware of it, but her legs edged a little wider as did the petals of her sex.

"Master, I need to cum, please let me cum!"

"Cum, slave."

She arched her back, her hips rolling up and thrusting against the Womanizer, her hands grabbing at her breasts and pinching and pulling at her nipples.

Ted upped it to ten and she started exclaiming, "God, I'm cumming again, I'm cumming again, Ooooohhhhh shit, it won't stop." Her moans of passion attracted people from across the room and they began crowding around the display area. She kept humping against the device in Ted's hand and he used his other hand to hold her hips down they were bucking so much. One of her arms went into her mouth, trying to stifle the noise she was making.

"That is one hot bitch," I heard a voice behind me say, and another voice answered, "I'd give a thousand dollars, hell, five thousand, to fuck her right now."

"That's enough, Ted. Let her down easy, okay," I said.

He shut off the Womanizer and Marcia just lay there, her cunt continuing to contract and open, her legs still twitching, her stomach muscles rolling in waves from her sex to her breasts, her breathing in huge panting gasps, trying to suck air in because she'd been holding her breath so long. Ted just patted her thigh, saying, "Good girl, good girl. Relax, take a deep breath, good girl."

Good, I thought. Not good, that was fucking spectacular. Several other master's had been impressed as well. Almost a dozen of them had a slave bent over so they could fuck them, standing up. Several more than previously were getting their cocks or cunts serviced.

"Slave, here, position 1." I ordered.

Marcia was unable to move with her usual alacrity, but she did manage to come to my side and kneel at my feet. She grabbed my leg in an attempt to establish some equilibrium. I rubbed her head.

"Master, that was incredible," Marcia said. "I've never felt anything like it. My clit never became over-stimulated. I could just keep cumming and cumming. Normally after that many orgasms, I would be covering my clit because it would become painful. This didn't. It never got painful. Would a slave be out of line if she implored her Master to purchase one of those things?"

"No, she would not." I turned to Ted and said, "I'll take one of those, too."

At least 60 masters had ended up watching the end of Marcia's orgasm. Over half of them also ended up buying one for their slaves, or in the case of the mistresses, themselves.

"Is there anything else you would like your slave to demonstrate for you?" Ted asked. He added, whispering, "I'm going to give you yours for free. I think your slave sold most of them for me."

"No, I think my slave has had enough for now."

"I could give you a great deal on a Sybian if you let her demonstrate that for me."

"We are entered in the Sybian contest later today. If you feel that our performance at that time in any way helps your business, seek me out and I'll take you up on your offer."

"Thanks, I will," Ted said.

We collected our purchases and headed to my next stop, the Kinbaku or Shibari Japanese rope tying demonstration where a Japanese master of the craft called a kinbakushi, planned a show. I moved to the front of the crowd and when Master Kou asked for a volunteer, I offered Marcia up. Master Kou was happy to accept as he had seen my lovely wife earlier during the We/Vibe demonstration as he'd passed through the hall to set up for his own exhibit.

"Is there anything in particular you would like to witness," Master Kou asked.

"Some type of suspension, I believe," I replied.

"I will be pleased to demonstrate, but you must not attempt alone without much study. You could hurt your slave," he warned.

"I understand. It is not my intent to practice any more than the most basic ties. I understand that you are selling a book?" I asked.

"Yes, but let me make clear that in the book, each tie is the basis of the next one. You must master the first one before proceeding to the second. Do not go further until each is mastered in turn," Master Kou said.

"Thank you. I will take your warning to heart. I do not wish to harm my slave in any way."

"Then I shall proceed."

Master Kou began by tying Marcia's hands over and behind her head. Her arms and elbows were kept from separating more than her shoulder's width by manipulating the ropes between them. Several loops were left where the suspensions would be made. He also made sure that each of the pressure points had a minimum of four strands of the rope, but more often six to eight where her suspension would occur.

"I prefer the natural fibers, hemp or jute," Kou said to the crowd gathered around, "although some Master's will now use some artificial materials. I find properly treated natural fibers will slip less and better for slave if there is no slippage."

After her arms and hands were tied down, he moved to Marcia's chest, crisscrossing the strands of ropes across it above and below her breasts and tightening the strands on either side with knots between her breasts and under her arms, squeezing her breasts, pinching them and forcing them to jut out. Loops were again left which would become suspension points. I could see Marcia was becoming excited as her nipples swelled into hardened points, her areolae puckering as they swelled. More strands were tied around her waist, the knot work becoming more intricate, joined to that already created, becoming almost a cradle from which she would hang.

Next, he connected two strands to her stomach knots and passed them down her stomach. He made a knot at the location of her clitoris before passing one strand on either side of her inner labia and up the crease of her ass to connect the strands to the knots on her back.

"This should be tight enough to cause discomfort, but not tight enough to impede access to her sex." He demonstrated by pushing two fingers between the strands and into her cunt. Marcia moaned. When he withdrew his fingers, they were wet. He held them to Marcia's mouth and told her to lick them.

When she was done, he continued tying in several locations along her left leg, three times above the knee and twice below.

"As you can see, I now have ten anchor points with which to start the suspension although only seven are primary as they will be supporting most of her weight. The other three are there mostly to hold the limbs in a particular position relative to her body."

He began the process of suspending her, beginning with the loops near her breasts, her waist and upper thighs. Her body was raised above the platform upon which she had been standing. Working quickly so that ties at that location did not solely support her for long, he quickly added suspension ropes to the other four suspension loops so all seven of the primary points were in use. He then added the ties for the other points, securing the left foot bent toward her thigh. She now hung sideways from her left side, her head to the left of the crowd and her legs to the right. Her right leg was dangling, but that was only momentarily as he took her right leg and bent it, her foot going nearly to her crotch. He quickly passed ropes around the limb that tied her leg in that position.

When that was completed, Marcia hung with her thighs widely separated, her sex gaping open accentuated by two narrow strands of rope. Her moisture was flowing freely and I saw beads of her natural lubricant running down her right thigh.

"From here, more ties may be added restricting hands or fingers more, restrain the feet, the hair may be tied to the ropes restricting neck movement, a gag may be added, vibrators may be tied to sensitive areas," Master Kou said. "Possibilities abound for the master and slave."

"Where is the pleasure for the master?" I asked. "It doesn't seem that there is much here to stimulate him."

"Ah, for the master, the pleasure is usually in the journey, not the destination. The master is touching his slave during the process, caressing the flesh as he manipulates the ropes. He is guiding the slave into her position with the ropes. I admit it is more zen, like a garden. You tend the garden and when you are done, the flowers are blooming and you may enjoy the beauty of your garden." He reached over and patted Marcia's leg. "I would say that you have a most beautiful garden."

"How are you, slave?" I asked her.

"It's somewhat painful, no," she said thoughtfully, "more uncomfortable than painful. It might be an hour or more before this becomes very painful."

"And what does the slave gain by this" I asked Master Kou.

"The ropes have created pressure points at pleasure centers of her body, her breasts, her sex, her clit. The ropes binding her breasts are squeezing them, trapping some blood in them keeping the nipples aroused." He touched the stiff points and she flinched, moaning. "The knot at her clit is placing pressure there. The ties passing between the labia also have pressure on the lips, plus there may be some rubbing as the ropes move or are adjusted. You can see from the fluids leaking from her sex she is quite aroused." He ran a finger through her slit in demonstration, giving it to Marcia to lick clean. "Truthfully, she is being kept in a state of high arousal, near climax, by her nudity, her display, the ropes, her helplessness. The discomfort is masking it from her. But all it takes is something like this," and he tapped the knot over her clit, "and she orgasms."

His last words were almost drowned by Marcia screaming, "Master, I'm cumming. Oh God, I'm sorry, I'm cumming."

She wriggled in the ropes, moving as much as the ropes would allow, which wasn't much. The spasms wracked her body, causing her to shiver uncontrollably as they poured through her. The crowd was clapping, happy with the demonstration.

"Thank you for your demonstration, Master Kou, it has been most enlightening. I should like to purchase your book."

"It is not often that I may work with a subject this lovely. Your slave is quite splendid to work with," he bowed low, finishing. "I must thank you also."

When Marcia lay quiescent in her ropes, Master Kou began the process of untying her, getting her to the platform first, then removing all of the restraining ropes. The ropes had left marks upon her body. Master Kou took a cream and smoothed it over Marcia's flesh rubbing out most of the marks except those closest to the suspensions.

"The rest of her rope marks should fade over the next hour or two," Kou said.

"My thanks again. My slave thanks you also for her climax."

"Really, the pleasure was mine." Master Kou smiled at Marcia.

We had one other place to stop before lunch. There was an exhibit of bondage devices and furniture by a large manufacturer of such equipment. When we arrived, it already had a large gathering as another slave was suspended by her arms on a pulley rig with her legs parted by spreader bar and another was spread-eagled on a wooden bondage bed, her arms, legs and neck all held down by leather straps.

I whispered to my slave, "I'm going to do something a little different here. It may not be what you expected, but it does not violate any of the terms we previously agreed to. Are you willing to go forward?"

"If my Master wishes it," she replied.

"Good girl."

I got the attention of the main demonstrator whose name was Ben and said, "My slave would like to demonstrate the St. Andrews Cross apparatus you have over there," I said pointing to the equipment in question. "And then I would like to propose a contest." Most of the exhibitors had already heard or seen my slave that morning and were only too happy to allow her to demonstrate their equipment as they felt sure that more sales would result. There was nothing like a beautiful, squirming, climaxing slave to drive up business. They happily led Marcia to the equipment and fastened her cuffs to the free standing St. Andrews Cross X, back out.

"I'm sorry, Ben, that I wasn't clear about this, but can you place her upside down and facing outward?"

"Certainly, sir. Our equipment is designed to be used either way."

He laid the cross down and turned Marcia the other way, back against the cross. He used a stronger suspension boot more able to support her weight hanging upside down than the ones I had on her ankles. He handed me her ankle cuffs which he removed. When she was fully strapped in, he lifted the cross and propped it against it's bracing board. When finished, her head was forward of her feet due to the slant, her arms and legs spread-eagled on the cross.

"And a ball gag, please," I said.

Ben said, "Of course," and placed a ball gag on my slave.

Ben then announced to the crowd, "This master would like to propose a contest."

I got up on the stage and said, "My slave came without permission while demonstrating the shibari ropes. The punishment for her offense is usually 50 lashes to the her body with this." I showed them the whip which I removed from my bag. "The contest is this. My slave normally cums during this whipping. Everyone who wishes to participate may write down on a piece of paper their name, and the number of lashes my slave will withstand before asking permission to cum. Whoever comes closest to the number of lashes may use this vibrator on my slave for ten minutes." I held up the vibrating dildo.

"She's gagged," one of the masters said, "how is she supposed to ask permission?"

"When she's gagged, she holds out two fingers, followed by one, and that is her signal she is requesting permission to cum," I responded.

"What if more than one person guesses the correct number?" A female asked.

"Then each of the persons guessing the correct number may have ten minutes with the vibrator and my slave. And to make it more interesting, if there are more than one, then whoever gives my slave the greatest number of orgasms during their initial ten minutes, may have an additional ten minutes with her."

"That sounds like an excellent contest," Ben said. "How many here wish to participate?"

Every master there raised their hand, as did a few slaves.

"Are slaves allowed to participate?" Ben asked.

"Sure, why not," I said. "Who better than a slave to guess a slaves heat."

Ben handed out sheets of paper and pencils to all who raised their hands.

"One more question," a master asked. "How are we to know how close she is to climax? She could be on the cusp of cumming or be tired from all of her previous orgasms and thus be more distant from climax."

"A good question," I replied. "Let me say this. This slave has already cum three times this morning, one of which was a multiple. She has a very large sexual capacity and if I were to guess, I think it's going to be under 25 rather than over. However, you have no reason to believe me, so why don't you," I pointed, "and you, and you, and you, and let's see, you," I pointed to one of the slaves, "inspect this slave to assess her heat. You can report to the rest whether she is close or far from her next orgasm."

The three men, and two women, one a slave, got up on the platform and approached Marcia. Each of them fingered her slit, a couple of them, a master and the mistress, sliding their fingers into her sheath, the slave, going last, used her fingers in her sheath and also brushed lightly against her clit. Every time she was touched, Marcia moaned a little bit, whimpering a little more when she was penetrated and shivering slightly when the slave touched her clit. Each of them showed the crowd the dampness on their fingers and agreed that she was very hot and likely close to climax.

Everybody wrote down their numbers and names and turned them into Ben, who held them all.

"I don't know what any of you wrote down, so I have no desire or inclination to affect this in any particular direction. By the way, she also has a safety signal, which is just two fingers, and not followed by the single digit. Make sure you don't confuse the two in determining a winner."

I approached my slave and bent down to whisper in her ear. "Once again, you have my permission to cum as soon as you provide the signal requesting permission. You should also know that your punishment will stop whenever you cum; we don't have to do the full 50 under the circumstances of this contest. Do you still agree to do this?"

She nodded her head, yes.

I stood and slithered the strands between her legs and down her abdomen and over her breasts. Flick, the first strike was against her stomach; I was using the first one on her abdomen to gauge how hard I wished to hit. Ben began counting, keeping track of each blow. She flinched as much as her position allowed, a groan escaping her gag. Another, on the tops of her breasts, a third on the tender underside, and a fourth across her nipples, her groans becoming louder, wincing with each strike of the whip. My blows were measured, having no desire to speed the process along and relatively gentle as I had no desire to mark her.

The next two blows fell across her mound and the groans grew. Another whack smacking both her nipples and the underside, two more across her mound, and one striking the cleft, brushing her clit as well. The groans and whimpers gradually became moans and whimpers. The signs of her arousal grew more apparent; her nipples stiffening and her folds parting and a drop of her cream running down her stomach. Those who had guessed much higher numbers began to react in distress. They had been sure that the whip would have slowed her arousal response. I delivered two more strikes to her breasts, cutting across her turgid tips, another to her mound, one more to her slit and on the next blow, made sure to strike her clit. She immediately flashed the signal that she wished to cum and started twisting back and forth against the cross, her spasms causing her legs to shiver as she hung down.

"Fifteen, I have fifteen strikes," Ben shouted. "How many of you had 15?" He asked.

Three people raised their hands, including the slave who'd tested Marcia's heat upon the platform.

"What are your names?" Ben asked. He checked each name against the papers in his hand and confirmed each of them had guessed fifteen. "These three did indeed all guess fifteen," he said.

"I think the masters should precede the slave, don't you, Ben?" I asked.

"I agree. Master's first everyone," he called out.

Some of the losers left in despair of their losing, but most wished to stay and observe what happened next. I handed the dildo to the first master who approached Marcia slowly, contemplating how best to make her cum for him. He apparently decided that his best bet was to alternate the vibrations between her cunt and her clit. He sank the dildo in her pussy and thrust several times, going deeply in, then removed it and applied it to her nubbin. His strategy was to change the location every 30-40 seconds, and he was rewarded with her first climax after about four minutes. Satisfied he was on the right path, he continued in this vein, just hitting her third orgasm at the ten minute mark. Ben called time. Marcia was twitching on her cross, her eyes closed.

The second master decided that he had to alter his approach if he wished to beat the first one. He decided that only by applying the vibrator directly to her clit and ignoring her cunt would he have the opportunity to win. He placed it directly on her clit and held it there, never removing it more than a few seconds and then, only to alter it's position by micro inches. He knew he ran the risk of desensitizing her clit if he kept it in one place for too long. Marcia finally flashed the signal for her next climax after around three minutes. Convinced he was now ahead of the first man, he continued his strategy and although she reached her third orgasm at the nine minute mark, he was unable to get her to the fourth before the end of his 10 minutes.

"What if we end in a two or three way tie and we all give her three orgasms? Do all the winners go again?" He asked.

"Then it will have to end a tie," I said. "By that time she will have climaxed seven or more times in roughly 30 minutes. I'm not willing to exhaust my slave in furthering a silly contest. You will all have to be satisfied with your ten minutes. She is entering a contest at 3 PM and I wish her to have some energy left over."

The slave approached for her chance with the dildo.

"Master, may I speak to your slave while I am arousing her?" she asked.

"I don't see why not. Do you want to tell me what you'll say to her?"

"I will let her tell you later," she said.

"What's your name, slave?" I asked.

"My master named me 'Alicia', sir."

So she was probably a Gorean slave, as most of their master's tended to rename them, removing all aspects of their past identity.

She approached Marcia who had her eyes closed and was hanging almost drained.

The slave knelt down and whispered and Marcia's eyes opened. I saw her looking around, at me, all of the men and women crowded around the platform, and finally at the other slave girl. She continued to whisper in Marcia's ear and finally one of the two Master's standing with me shouted out, "Get on with it then. What are you waiting for?"

He turned to me and asked, "Do you know what she's saying to her?"

"No idea," I replied.

She turned on the dildo's vibrations and inserted it into Marcia's cunt. Other than the way she was holding it, with both hands rather widely spread over Marcia's sex, she didn't seem to be doing any particular thing to get my slave off. Rather than thrusting rapidly and deeply in and out, she worked the dildo gently, penetrating at most, one or two inches into her sheath and keeping up a slow, almost languid pace. She continued to speak softly in Marcia's ear as she rocked the dildo into and out of her pussy. Shortly before Ben called out two minutes, Marcia signaled her orgasm. Just after he called out four, Marcia signaled another climax. And so it went, about every two minutes, Marcia signaled she was cumming again. Unlike with the two men, Marcia had her eyes open and was watching everyone.

Just before Ben called time, the slave said, "Cum for me, slave, you slut!" and plunged the dildo into it's deepest depth and Marcia signaled her fifth climax, shuddering in her bonds, almost expelling the vibrator in the throes of her passion.

"Time!" Ben called. "The slave is the winner!"

Scattered applause broke out in the audience, primarily from other slaves until their master's silenced them, but I also saw a few of the Master's clapping in admiration of her performance. The two master's with me muttered in disgust and left the stage.

"The slave Alicia's time with the slave will continue for another ten minutes as per the contest rules," Ben called out.

Some of the others left at this time, many making orders before they left, but many more stayed, wondering at the slave's secrets much as I was. Alicia stayed where she was, going back to her languid stimulation of Marcia, speaking quietly in Marcia's ear, whispering what I had no idea, but it must have been good as Marcia came four more times during the following ten minutes, the last time I'm sure it was a multiple orgasm as Marcia kept thrashing for a couple minutes after she signaled the climax. After Ben called time, I approached them.

Alicia knelt as I approached and offered me the dildo, dripping with thick streaks of Marcia's cum. "I will clean it for you, Master, if you desire," she offered. I nodded yes and she proceeded to lick it clean. Marcia had rivulets of her cream running down her tummy, dripping from her nipples and even into her face. No wonder. She'd cum sixteen times in the last 40 minutes or so, nine times in the last 20.

I asked Alicia as she handed me the dildo, cleaned of Marcia's accumulated spend. "What did you do to get my slave to climax like that?"

"I had a very wise master once. He knew that the trick to making a slave cum was to engage her mind. A woman is stimulated as much by what goes on in her head as she is by any physical stimulation. I talked to her to engage her mind. She can tell you what I said."

"He sounds like a wonderful master. Are you still with him?" I asked.

"No," she said. "He died. I was collared by one of his acquaintances after his death. He is not quite so wise, although I still care for him."

"I'm sorry."

"You needn't be, Master. It happened long ago. I should also tell you that I may have bent the rules slightly?"

"How did you bend the rules?"

I put a little finger partly up her anus and last two fingers of my other hand were on her clit. The vibrations from the vibrator passed through my hands into those erogenous zones. The rules said we were to use the dildo. I used both dildo and my hands."

"I don't know that I would consider that cheating," I said. "You thought of it and the others didn't. It was all in the way that you held it, you were not making any other movements."

"Thank you, Master. I enjoyed myself. You have a beautiful slave; so hot. I must go now. My Master will be wondering what I am doing."

I asked Ben to release Marcia and I followed Alicia to her master.

"I return your slave to you in good condition," I said. "I'd like to thank you for the time of your slave during my contest. It has proven most enlightening."

"You're welcome," he said.

"You have a remarkable slave," I said. "I believe that she has given me a good education today."

"Thank you. I think she's remarkable as well," he replied. "I would also congratulate you on your slave. Quite an amazing performance she's given an old man this morning. I believe I will have to take this one to a quiet corner and fuck her, I'm so aroused."

"Thank you, Master. A slave is greatly appreciative of a good fucking," she said.

I added, "And thank you for your kind comments about my slave. It was, as you say, an amazing performance."

"Good day to you, sir," he said taking his slave by the arm and pulling her toward a corner of the room.

I returned to Marcia, who had been released from the cross but was still lying in a semi-stupor upon the floor next to it.

Ben said, "Thanks for the use of your slave for a demonstration. We sold twice as much equipment in the past hour than we usually do on the first day. Most of our orders usually come on the last day. Let me know if there is anything that you want and I'll be happy to give you a discount. I think that your slave has more than doubled the usual business the vendors have at this event. She's a keeper."

"That she is. I'll let you know. Come slave, it's time to feed you. I need to keep up your energy."

I refastened her ankle cuffs and I attached her leash to her collar and led her out of the exhibition hall. We returned to the dining room and I sat down at a smaller table, Marcia kneeling on the pad at my side. I told her she could sit if she wished as I wished her to rest up. I ordered some chicken salad for Marcia with an energy drink and sandwich and water for myself. After the waitress left, I asked Marcia what the slave had been saying to her.

"First she told me to open my eyes and look at all of the people there watching me, half of them having sex. She said that all of them were eager to see me climax again, to see what a slut I was; that I was very lovely and very hot, and every man there and half of the women wanted to fuck me. She would indicate a man or woman in the audience that was having sex due to my performance and told me that if they could, they would be fucking me instead. She told me I was so hot that she would fuck me herself if she could, sucking the cum from my cunt when I climaxed. She told me that there wasn't a master there that didn't think I was the hottest slave in the building and that they would fight to put their collar on me. She said I had so much slave heat that normal people would think I was a common slut. One thing I remember her saying distinctly was, 'Picture yourself now, hanging upside down, your legs spread, your cunt gaping open, your cum running down your body, over your breasts and into your face, while I fuck your pussy with this dildo' she said. 'What man here doesn't want to spear his cock into your dripping cunt or ass, or fuck your mouth until he spurts down your throat.' As we got close to the ten minute mark, she jammed the dildo into my cunt and ordered me to cum. When she did, I couldn't stop myself. I don't think I could have disobeyed if I tried."

"What did she say during her bonus minutes?"

"More of the same, just not as emotionally charged, gentler. At one point, she said 'Look at your Master over there, watching you after the two other masters made you cum. He's watching me make you cum now. He knows what a hot slave you are. Wouldn't you like to suck his big, beautiful cock while I fuck your juicy cunt to orgasm, feel his sperm bathing your tongue and throat and know he loves your slave heat; how proud he is that his slave is making everyone else here jealous of his lovely fuck toy.' I did. I would gladly have sucked you at that moment and swallowed every drop of your cum, right in front of everyone, I was that hot. Never have I felt more desirable and desired than I did then."

"Speaking of swallowing cum, I am so aroused right now, I could use a little relief."

She got back on her knees and opened my fly, pulling my stiff prick out and giving the head a little lick. I was not ready for teasing games now, I grabbed her head and thrust into her throat until my cock was buried in her mouth. I held her there, feeling her throat muscles and tongue work my cock as she gagged slightly, then releasing her so she could grab a quick breath, and thrusting again. I had been so worked up by the mornings activities, it would not take long. The waitress returned to the table and I indicated to her, hoarsely, that she should set the food on the table. She did, but she lingered there, fingering her own cunt through her panties, watching my hot slave take my cock to the root, her throat swelling as my prick pushed into it.

"Fuck, I'm cumming, slave. Swallow it all."

Jet after jet of my pent up supply of seed coated her throat and tongue, but she swallowed every drop. The waitress just shook her head in awe and walked off. After Marcia cleaned the remains of my discharge from prick, she tucked it back in my shorts.

"Is that better, Master?"

"Much better. You're very good at that."

"A slave must be good or her Master will punish her until she becomes good."

"You know me so well. Let's eat."

I fed her first, taking an occasional bite when she was taking a moment. When she indicated she was full, I gave her the energy drink.

"Thank you, Master."

"I'd like to go back to the furniture/device exhibit and try out an additional piece of furniture I saw there. I know that we're entered into the Sybian contest at 3:00 PM, but I believe we have time before then to put you on display once more."

"Whatever you say, Master."

Taking her leash in hand, I led her back to the exhibition hall. I approached Ben once we got back to his exhibit. I had Marcia kneel at the base of the platform.

"Ben, I'd like my slave to demonstrate for us one more piece of furniture I saw you had here."

"What would that be, sir?"

"That pillory/stock type thing you have sitting over there," I said, pointing to the device in question. "How does that work? Can you bring that up toward the front of the stage, please."

"Great choice, sir. That's a wonderful piece of equipment, sir. Are you familiar with it at all? Ted asked.

"I've seen that or something like it on the internet, but they don't really show everything, do they?"

"No sir, they don't. How would you like it positioned then?"

Considering what I was contemplating, I finally had him set it so that the stock portion was toward the back, but still turned sideways enough that if you were on the left side of the stage, you could see what was happening there. The seating portion was toward the front of the stage but aimed at the right side.

"I'm going to have to be up here for the demonstration as I intend to use my slave. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No sir. I'm looking forward to it, in fact."

I called Marcia to my side and unhooked her leash. I handed her over to Ben.

"Show me what you can do with this piece of equipment, Ben."

Apparently the word went around the exhibition hall that my slave was going to be demonstrating another piece of equipment. Another large crowd began to form around his stage. Ben was going to be happy about that. He led Marcia up to the stocks part of the equipment with her back toward the right of the crowd. He placed her hands and neck into the stocks while she was in a standing position. Once again, I was amazed that my slave was so beautiful. Strong, sleek legs rising to a perfect rounded ass, two dimples at the top of it. Narrow waist flaring to muscular back and the loveliest face I knew.

Ben started his sales pitch. "Now like a lot of pillories, this is good at holding your slaves in a standing position. What makes this unique is that you can adjust the stocks up and down to different heights, from the full standing position down to the floor."

He released a catch on the side and the stocks started sliding down with it. He brought it down to within two feet of the ground. My slave had to kneel when it reached that level and was bowed over, her fantastic ass raised in the air, the brown rosebud of her asshole pointed at the crowd to the right of the stage, along with her cleft, the folds already separating as my slaves arousal rose. The crowd started drifting to the right for a better view.

I stood in front of the stock and asked Ben to raise it again until her head was even with my cock, when I told him to stop. Level with her face, I pulled down my zipper and pulled out my prick, already stiff and looking for a place to land. My slave saw and opened her mouth, sucking me in. She couldn't move her head, so I thrust back and forth, tickling the back of her mouth with the knob. I gave her some time to adjust to my thrusting, allowing her to open her throat, so that I could push in until I felt her lips on my balls. The crowd started moving to the left, drawn by the exclamations of those who had not originally moved as they could see her throat bulge as she swallowed the whole thing. The feeling of her tongue, her lips, the suction she made as I pulled out before plunging back in. If it weren't for the fact that she'd just swallowed my load right before lunch, I would have cum right there. However, the sheer and utter carnality of this act was making the cum stir in my balls once more. It would be hard to hold back much longer. I remembered the wisdom of the little slave girl, Alicia. I pulled out momentarily and turned her head, making my slave look at the gathered people, some of them already resorting to their own sexual acts to relieve the pressure on their own balls.

After she got a good look at the people staring at her, I pushed my prick back into her mouth and said, "Look at them, little slave, watching me fuck your face, watching my cock completely disappear down your throat, because you are a superior cocksucker. They see my prick swallowed up by your mouth until your lips caress my sack while you nibble on my root. They imagine themselves up here, imagine their own cocks delving into your sweet, hot, fucking mouth, wishing they could cum down your throat or splash your face with their sticky, white cream. What you can't see right now, are the dozens of other people standing behind you, watching your ass, your cunt, because you're bent over sucking my dick, and it's all open to them. They can see that sweet dimpled ass with that hole they're just dying to plug, that velvety cunt already releasing your juices because you know you're going to climax when I release my load in your hungry, cocksucking mouth, don't you. They'll be staring at that gaping cunt that's just aching to be filled, spasming, dilating and contracting, because you know they're watching. It's got you so turned on and they're so hot, hoping for the show that you're giving them."

Now, I don't know what my words were doing to her, but they were driving me up the peak. Then I hit the edge and I didn't slow down as I fell over the lip and plummeted down the cliff. Right at that moment, the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. I think everyone was holding their breath.

"Cum with me, slave. Cum for your Master like the hot, fucking slut that you are!" I screamed as I pulsed stream after stream into her welcoming mouth. "Swallow it all."

It must have worked because I saw her flash her permission sign with her fingers while I creamed her throat, flooding it with my cum. Over the edge of the stocks, I saw her ass bouncing up and down, humping the air while her toes curled. She might have tried to scream but I was plugging her throat and only a gurgle came out. My pulses slowed and my prick began to shrink, but not before she licked it clean. The room burst into applause, screams and whistles pierced the air along with vigorous clapping. I tucked my prick back in my shorts.

"That was quite a show," said Ben. "I just came in my pants. Luckily, I bring a spare pair with me because that almost always happens at least once at these shows."

Bending down to her face, I caressed it and said, "Did you hear that, little slave? Ben climaxed just from watching your lips wrapped around my cock as you swallowed my cum. How sexy do you have to be to make that happen? I don't think he was the only one it happened to though. I see a lot of slaves cleaning their masters cocks right now, or wiping their lips from the excess that spilled out of their mouths. Half of the room must have cum when we did."

I stood up and said, "Ben, why don't you show us what else this thing can do."

He kind of stood there a moment, like he was trying to gather his thoughts. "Yeah, yeah, this baby has a lot more features I should show you."

He raised the stock up another foot or so until my slave was standing again. "This stock comes with a type of bench here" which he mounted behind her. He lowered the stocks again and set Marcia's upper thighs down on it. "It's quite narrow, about two inches wide, so it becomes uncomfortable after awhile. What really sets this apart is this other piece that goes over the legs and into the stomach. You then bend her over that piece, holding her in place because her hands and head can't go anywhere. Now you can individually raise and lower either of those two sections to adjust the height of her sex and ass, which can be independent of her head and arms."

He demonstrated by raising the seat, then moving the seat backward, stretching her back almost flat. He then lowered the stocks, creating a most enticing scene. Her ass was higher than her head, thrusting out backward, her thighs perched precariously on the narrow seat but unable to go anywhere as her spine was stretched from her neck to her hips. If she had been exposed before, just bent over, she was doubly exposed now, her ass stretched tight as a drum from the enforced position, her cunt protruding between her legs, wet and swollen, her slit leaking fluids from her last orgasm, both holes at the perfect height for a standing penetration, or a delicious spanking. Why not both, I thought.

"Stop, Ben, right there. That's perfect."

I went to the front of the stocks and bent down again. My slave looked up at me. I pulled something else from my bag and showed it to her. Her tawse.

"You have been so good today, little slave, and you really don't deserve to be punished because I am so proud of you. But these people are here expecting a show, and I just feel we have to give them one. They were so enthusiastic about the last one; I know you heard the applause. Now they're standing behind you, staring at that perfect ass, watching your cum leak down your leg, and I think they want an encore. Every great entertainer holds that one thing back, that big hit, that golden oldie everyone remembers, that magic jump shot from the three point line to win the game. Today, we're entertainers. You've put on a great show thus far. There's not a straight man in here that doesn't want to fuck you. Hell, you might have converted most of the rest. I want to send them away happy, so I've got a big encore planned. I promise it won't be that bad."

"Yes, Master."

Walking back behind her, I set my bag down and stripped off my clothes. I picked up the tawse, patted her ass with my hand and then smacked her with the tawse. Not hard, but enough she could feel it. I smoothed my hand over the red spot, before proceeding with another, just as hard.

"Another contest," shouted someone from the crowd. "How many smacks before she cums."

"Ooh, and the winner gets to fuck her," somebody else shouted.

"No contest, and nobody fucks this slave but me!" I shouted. "Shut up or this stops."

"Yeah, shut up man. If you owned this slave, you wouldn't let anyone lay a hand on her, I bet. Just shut the fuck up." A third voice said.

I waited until the noise quieted down, then continued swatting her beautiful body, gradually increasing the force of the blows, but keeping them well below what I knew my slave could normally tolerate. She'd been used hard today and had a lot more to do, and her ass was not normally stretched so tight, so I wanted to keep on the safe side. She didn't even groan with the first seven or eight strokes, but the next one made her whimper. She was unable to move up or down or front to back, but she had a little play from side to side and I could see her buttocks wiggle as the tawse smacked her. The groaning began in earnest when I laid a couple of weaker smacks on her protruding sex. Already swollen from her arousal, the twin smacks seemed to cause her outer labia to swell even more.

A couple times the tips of the tawse had come close to her anal ring, and I made sure they received a stinger on the next blow, causing further whimpers and a delicious wriggling of her butt cheeks. Despite my holding back on my smacks, her ass was getting that rosy hue I so appreciated when spanking her. I could see that despite the warming I was giving her cheeks, her arousal was increasing. The whimpers of pain she'd first made after the spanking started were often mixed with the lower, warmer moans of her excitement. Her inner lips started to protrude slightly and her fluid flow increased in earnest as her pleasure grew. I shifted the tawse to my left hand and used my right hand to delicately smack her sex, bringing her loudest moan yet. Gripping the tawse again, I delivered a few more well monitored blows to her ass cheeks, another to her anal cleft, two more to her cheeks, before delivering a light smack to her pussy. That was all she needed.

"Master, may I cum."

"Cum, slave." I said as her spasms started.

Before they'd finished, I plunged my cock into her well coated cunt, sliding slickly as deep as it could go on the first thrust, initiating another orgasm.

"I told you that you had a greedy, hungry cunt just waiting to be filled, didn't I slave."

"You did, Master," gasping as her pussy massaged my prick as it throbbed it's release.

"Your cunt is very wet and creamy right now," I said, continuing to plunge into her hot core.

"Whose fault is that, Master. How many times have you ensured I climaxed today? Two dozen? More?" She panted. "I'm a simple slave who only does what she's told by her Master."

I pulled out and she whimpered in frustration as she tried to drag her climax out. I bent over and licked her asshole, getting her wet and ceasing her frustrated sounds and exchanging them for excited ones. The slickness of the fluids from her cunt coating my cock and my saliva combined with the tautness of her stretched ass was more than sufficient to allow me to slide the head of my prick past her anal ring and then drive forward into her dark hole.

"Tell these people what you want me to do now, slave."

"Fuck me in the ass," she cried out. "Fuck my ass until I cum, Master,"

I did. Repeatedly. Driving my cock to the root in her ass, pulling out to the glans, then stabbing back in. Long, deliberate strokes in a steady rhythm, slapping my balls against her cunt until she was ready to climax again. She quickly asked for permission to cum and I granted it as quickly, being ready to cum myself. She wasted no time in following my instructions and the contractions of her rectum drew my third load of the day from my sack and deposited it in her asshole. Five or six quick stabbing thrusts timed to the pulsing of my prick and I was finished; wiped out by my little slave girl. Shrinking quickly now with my third release, it plopped from her ass followed by a thin trail of my cum.

I knelt down by her head and softly said, "You cannot see them, but there are 60-70 people standing behind you now, staring at your gaping asshole, watching my cum drip out of it, watching your cum leaking from your cunt. Can you feel it running down your leg, slave?"

"Yes, Master."

"Every person out there right now wishes they were you, or wishing they were me. Me, for fucking a hot, beautiful slave who has a tremendous sexual capacity, or you because of all the times that you've cum. When we came here, I had no idea how much this would end up turning you on and how easily you would cum in front of dozens of people. We will talk about this later."

"Yes Master."

"Let's go get cleaned up. We have almost an hour before the contest starts."

Ben released her from the stocks while I put my clothes back on, grabbed our stuff, and then, taking her leash, led her back to our room.

Once there, we showered together, soaping each other, cleaning off the accumulated fruits of our passion. I toweled her off first, then she dried me off. Her attentions in the shower and with the towel had me at half mast and she asked if I wished her to finish me off.

"Not now, slave, we need to get moving. The contest starts at three."

"What exactly is this contest, Master?"

"They'll explain the rules at the contest, little slave. Come on."

As I was going to be naked during the contest, I didn't bother wearing any clothes this time. Taking her leash in hand we returned to the dining room which had been set up for the contest. All the tables had been removed and the chairs and slave pads were moved to the outside of the room for non-contestants to use while watching. There was a large raised platform in the center of the room upon which twenty Sybians had been arranged, evenly distributed on the platform.

At precisely 3:00 PM, a master walked to the center of the platform and using a portable mike, began to speak.

"Good afternoon everyone, Masters and slaves alike. My name is Master Don. I am the host of this event." Polite applause broke out. "Nine years ago, I decided that a convention like this was something that we needed to have. To meet others like us who shared our lifestyle choices, to see what new things the good folks who catered to our lifestyles had come up with in the way of toys, equipment, furniture, etc. over the past year. Of course, Vegas had to be the place to hold such an event because What Happens in Vegas...." He cupped his hand to his ear and most of us shouted out 'Stays in Vegas.' "Right!" He continued, "It took about a year to set up due to the logistics of booking an entire hotel for our stay under the conditions that we enjoy now, and when we first started, it was in a much smaller venue than the one we enjoy today. It stayed there for the first five years, but grew so much" loud applause and cheering broke out and Don had to pause momentarily, "that by the fourth year, it was obvious that by the sixth, we would need a larger place. Hence we now enjoy this first rate location. Let's give a round of applause to the wonderful folks hosting our little event, without whose acceptance and hospitality, our little vacation on the wild side would not be possible. Would any staff members here please stand up!"

Strong applause broke out, growing louder as several people stood up.

"I want you to know that the people who serve us have to volunteer to be here," Don continued, "although the fact that they get a 50% boost in salary for working the convention, doesn't hurt" A smattering of laughter followed. "Some of them are so enamored of the things they observe here, that quite a few of them have chosen to join our ranks." More applause. "But in order to make sure we have sufficient service, they give up all but one day of the convention to wait on you." Louder applause greeted this.

"Now for the order of business that brings us all here today; the Sybian contest." Strong cheering broke out. "Yes, this contest has proven to be one of the most popular and enduring of the little games we play here. Let me explain the rules, so that there are no misunderstandings. Each female slave participating in the contest will take a seat on a Sybian. Her master or mistress will stand in front of her, naked. Electrodes will be attached to the slave or any mistresses near her clit and on her nipples and on the Masters under their cocks. As everyone who has watched 'When Harry Met Sally' knows, it's possible for a woman to fake her orgasm, and it may also be possible for a Master to hide his orgasm, but it's not possible to fool the electrodes. Your sexual responses are measured and recorded by equipment capable of measuring sexual response. The machine knows.

"At the exact same time, all of the Sybians will begin vibrating on the exact same setting. As soon as the vibrations start, the slave will begin sucking or licking her Master or Mistress. Now, the main purpose of this contest is to see which slave can have the most orgasms before making her Master or Mistress cum, but the contest is actually graded in three categories with prizes in each category as the contest is a measure of both the Master's or Mistresses stamina, and the slaves responsiveness or slave heat. So, as stated, the largest number of orgasms by the slave before their partner cums, the longest the Master or Mistress delays their own orgasm and the most climaxes per minute of the slave; $1000 for first prize, $700 for second and $400 for third. Any questions thus far, raise your hand." No one did.

"Now, to avoid any cheating, five masters and five slaves who are not participating in the contest will be paired together as Judges watching the various couples. If at any time, both of them agree that the slave is not doing enough to make their partner climax, they will both tap them on the shoulder and that couple is disqualified. If only one of them believes the slave is slacking, the slave will receive a swat on the ass with a riding crop and encouraged to work harder. If a slave receives more stimulation than she can withstand and leaves the Sybian, that couple is disqualified. Are there any questions now." The explanation had been quite clearly stated and no one raised their hand.

"May I have any couples participating, please stand."

I had Marcia display as she stood. There were around 35 couples standing by my quick estimation.

"Okay, due to the number of participants standing, we will have to break into two groups. Starting on this side, introduce yourselves to our audience. Oh, there is one further announcement. All of the Sybians today were donated by our friends at 'The Stockroom'. Ted, their agent here during the convention has announced that all of them will be available for sale for 25% off after the contest. You know, because they've been well used." A smattering of laughter followed the announcement.

Each couple was pointed out in turn, introduced themselves and was assigned a number in order, which Don ordered them to remember. I noted that George and Dina were entered and assigned number 13. When it came time for us, I said, "Master Sam and slave, Marcia."

Don said, "I think I can safely say that Marcia has been the hit of the convention thus far, don't you? Let's give her a round of applause please." A loud round of applause and cheering broke out and Marcia blushed. So far today, she'd been kept naked most of the day, made to climax multiple times in front of strangers, sometimes by strangers, forced to expose her heat; but it was being acknowledged for all this by a rowdy group of naked people that caused her to blush.

"We're glad you've chosen to enter the contest, Sam and Marcia; it should be interesting. There is usually side betting that goes on during the contest and I'm prepared to guess you're going to be the odds on favorite. You're assigned number 22." He continued around the room until all 37 couples had been identified. "We will begin the contest with the odd couples." I sat down and Marcia knelt beside me.

"Slaves, take your positions," Don said.

All of the participating slaves were given a small tube of lube and lubing themselves and the five and one-half inch dildo on each Sybian, they squatted down and speared themselves on it. Several Masters and Mistresses went around to each slave, smeared a gel designed to conduct electrical current easier and attached the electrodes.

"Any Mistresses, please find your slave and stand in front of her." I noted that only other Mistresses were allowed to attach the electrodes to a Mistress. There were five Mistresses in the first group of nineteen.

"Masters, you're next." Only Masters were allowed attach the electrodes to other Masters. I wondered about this protocol; what the reasoning for it was; that anybody could touch a slave, but only a Mistress for a Mistress or Master for a Master. This is the first time that any male other than a doctor would be touching my groin. The Master lifted each cock, smeared the gel and placed the electrode at the base of their shaft where it met the sack. All in all, it was pretty clinical and not much different from a doctors visit except the purpose.

When all were ready, Master Don said, "Get ready" small delay, "and begin."

I could see each of the slaves startle as the Sybian began vibrating, then they quickly went to the cock or cunt before them and began working the sex organ, attempting to bring their partner to climax. Apparently one slave wasn't trying hard enough, because that couple was disqualified in under two minutes. Three others were given a riding crop warning, all by the slave of the Judge pairing. Apparently the slaves were more demanding of what was expected of another slave than a master was. One of those three was disqualified by both judges within three more minutes when they agreed that the encouragement previously administered was insufficient to make the slave work hard enough. I could tell after the two minute mark that several of the slaves had started having orgasms. The way they moved and the expressions on their faces were sufficient to tell me that. Once the orgasms started, the slaves more frequently had difficulty properly attending to arousing their partner and more swats of the riding crop were administered, but by about a 75% margin, the slaves remained the more demanding of the two judges.

The first of the Master's surrendered his spunk at about the six minute mark, rapidly followed by the Mistress right beside him. Apparently his explosion beside her was enough to trigger her own and she collapsed gasping on the floor her hand covering her sensitized cunt. It was time to start applying my psychological program on my little slave. Thank you, Alicia, I thought to myself.

"Look at the slaves up on the platform, little slave. Soon that will be you, thrashing about on a Sybian, subjected to unending orgasms while you attempt to drain me again. This whole crowd will be watching your cocksucking little mouth locked around my prick, vacuuming the cum from my balls, squirming in the throes of one release after another. Do you see Dina, slave?"

"Yes, Master."

"See her body quiver and shake as she's overcome by climax after climax. She is indeed a hot slave girl, just as her master said. She is going to be tough to beat. I'll bet she's cumming almost constantly. What do you think?"

"Yes, Master. She can't stop squirming."

"You don't see the judges cropping her ass to make her suck her Master's cock, either. Even in the midst of her climax, she's sucking his prick like the good little slave she is. She's oblivious to everything else but his cock and her cum. That's you. You won't care that a whole room of people is watching while you cum like a slut and suck cock like a whore, will you. Just thinking about it makes you hot, doesn't it slave?"

She couldn't lie. I could see the tell-tale signs already, her nipples hardening to rigid points, her legs spreading wider, her petals opening, the inner lips descending, her clit peeking from between her folds and her liquid beginning to coat her sex. The picture of herself out there cumming over and over while she licked and fondled my prick was raising her heat exponentially.

"Yes, Master."

"What a wanton slut you've become, haven't you slave? Display!" I ordered.

She leapt to her feet and displayed for me. I ran my finger the length of her slit and showed her the signs of her arousal. "Yes, Master," she said. "I am a wanton slut. You've turned me into a wanton slut. I'm a wanton slut for you, Master."

"You're a wanton slut for everyone, slave. Four different people other than myself have made you cum today. You've always been a slut, but never allowed yourself to let go. I just released you to be the slut you've always been, didn't I?" I put two fingers into her cunt and fucked them in and out. "You want to cum now, don't you slave?"

"Yes, Master. Please let me cum."

Her cunt was almost frothing as I worked my fingers in her sheath.

"Cum for me, slave," and she climaxed for me over my fingers.

I continued working my fingers against her g-spot while I turned back to the spectacle in front of me. I had to admit that having Marcia admit she was a slut and watching all those beautiful slaves climaxing over and over again while fingering my slave, was having it's effect on me as well. My cock was beginning to swell. I heard her plead to cum again, and I told her to cum all she wanted and I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers and a fresh burst of fluid bathed my hand. When her spasms ceased, I gave her my hand to clean and I felt her lips and tongue working to clean her releases from my hand. Several more masters and mistresses had climaxed while I was talking to my slave. There were only three left including George and Dina. Dina really was a hot slave. George had trained her well. It seemed that she was in the throes of a particularly long orgasm when she fell off the Sybian holding her pussy, apparently over-sensitized to the continuous vibrations and unable to continue any longer. Damn, too bad, although it gave us a chance at a prize that she might have taken. Eighteen minutes had gone by and only two couples were left. The last Master surrendered his cum to his slave after 21 minutes and the last Mistress lasted for 25. Going to be tough to beat, at least in terms of stamina. Hopefully, my slave could make some of it up in frequency. I noticed that much of the crowd was also engaged in various sexual acts.

After consulting with the electronic records, Don announced the results for the first round. Not too many surprises there, those couples who lasted longest generally had done the best although one person who'd only lasted seventeen minutes was in third because his slave had cum more often than either of the next two finishers. That was my hope, because I don't know if I could last over twenty minutes with the way that my slave sucked cock even though I'd already released three times today, all after lunch.

Don made one final announcement. "The slave known as Dina came over 25 times in eighteen minutes, the last one lasting almost two minutes; which would have been a new record for slave heat had she not been forced to leave the Sybian and been disqualified. Nevertheless, I believe we should applaud the amazing slave heat of Dina with a nice round of applause." While George couldn't be happy about the disqualification, it had to make him happy to know he had such a hot slave.

All of the Sybians had the vibrating sleeves removed and the saddles were wiped down with anti-microbial sprays and new sleeves were placed over the metal shafts. At least they were thinking about STD's and taking steps to prevent their spread. That was good to know as I would have withdrawn if they weren't.

"All of the slaves going next, please take your seats on the Sybians."

Marcia quickly chose one of the units closest to my seat and taking the provided lube, quickly oiled down her dildo and the sleeve, and used a little on herself, although I felt sure she was still well lubricated from her spend. I watched the Masters and Mistresses applying the electrodes to the slaves, and a Mistress placed the electrodes on Marcia, talking to her as she did so, Marcia blushing and lowering her head as she spoke. I was curious what she said so when I was called to the platform, I asked her what the Mistress said.

"She told me she'd watched the slave make me climax while I was upside down on the cross and said I was a very hot slave. She said that she was betting a substantial amount of money on me to win the slave heat portion of this contest and that if I didn't, she was going to speak to you about having me for an hour to punish me for failing to live up to her expectations."

"Would you like me to give you to her if you fail to win, slave?"

"No, Master. It seemed to me that she would be very angry and quite brutal with this slave."

"Then you had better win, slave, because I may grant her that permission if she asks. Did she tell you her name?"

"No, Master."

"I'll keep an eye out for her. Maybe she can give me some punishment pointers. Remember, our goal is for you to cum. Don't ask for permission."

The master had stopped by and attached my electrode while we were talking and I'd barely noticed his presence while it was being done.

I heard Don say, "Get ready," two seconds, "Begin."

I saw the Sybian sleeve begin to vibrate, buzzing up and down and Marcia pulled my semi-tumescent cock into her mouth. Fortunately, she too understood that we needed to work at winning this contest and rather than gobbling it down her throat where her throat muscles would also work on it, she kept it within her mouth, exclusively using only her tongue and lips on me. Not that it felt one whit less spectacular that way, but it allowed her to keep a hand on my cock near the base and if she felt that I was getting close, she would squeeze me and suppress the orgasm. Less than a minute in, she moaned around my prick and I knew she was climaxing for the first time. It was time to put my psychological advantage to work.

"You just came, didn't you?" She nodded watching my eyes. "In less that a minute you climaxed in front of all these people, watching you fuck yourself on a fucking machine and you came like a slut, spilling your cream all over the baby dildo in your cunt. I'll bet you wished it was bigger, really stretching that pretty pussy of yours. In fact, I'm guessing that you wished it also had an ass attachment so both your cunt and your ass were getting fucked by this machine. You can't wait to cum again, can you?" She moaned. "Oh, I'm guessing you just came again, didn't you. By the time you're done, this machine will be so sloppy with your cum they might have to throw it away. I don't know if the machine is fucking you or you're fucking the machine. My guess is both. It can't fuck you fast enough so you have to fuck it so you can cum all you want like the slut you are."

My words were having an affect on her. She was rocking back and forth on the Sybian, sliding up and down on the dildo attachment and moaning almost constantly. The flange of the silicon sheath had tiny raised dots that she was rubbing her clit against. My words were also having an effect on me, luckily she noticed and squeezed down on the base of my cock, suppressing my orgasm.

"Instead of fucking this machine, I'm guessing you wish it was people instead, that you could be riding; one cock in your cunt while another master plundered your ass and a third was fucking your face just like I am. And your hands could be working two more cocks. You could be satisfying five cocks at once, feel them throb while they thrust in you, feel them twitch as you gave them a hand job. Then you couldn't blame your slutty behavior on how the machine was making you feel, you'd have to blame it on who is truly to blame; that's the slut sucking my dick. It would feel so good and dirty to feel their cocks all shoot off at once, in your cunt, you ass and your mouth and the two in your hand spew their cream into your face. Then you wouldn't just feel like a slut, everyone could see you were a slut, walking around with jism on your face. Then the whole world could know who and what you truly were. A cum hungry slut who would do anything to have another cock pounding up her cunt."

She was cumming pretty regular now, a slave in heat, driven by her needs and the words being pounded into her head by my incessant voice.

"I'll bet you'd love to be gang-banged wouldn't you. No one person can keep up with you but ten or fifteen, that might do it. They would be like the machine fucking your pussy right now, able to pound your pussy at will, no off switch, as soon as one left their creamy load in or on you, another one could take his place. All the benefits of a machine but with live, spurting cocks to spew their juice in you and on you until you were covered in a shower of cum, creamy white stuff like frosting icing a cake, except you would be the cake. Just like that dildo is awash in your fuck juice right now because you just can't stop climaxing on it."

She caught another orgasm by squeezing my cock as it started to throb. No matter how good she was at that, she wasn't going to stop this for long. I was getting ready to explode big time and it wouldn't take much to do it. I'd lost track of how much time had passed, missing the voice calling the minutes as I'd spoken to my slave.

"Damn, slave! You are one fine cocksucker. Are you sure you weren't born with a cock in your mouth. You must practice every day sucking cock to get that good. I'm sure every male in here would like to experience your mouth sucking their cum laden pricks, feel you suck the juice from their balls and swallow it like the good little whore you are. If you weren't my slave, you'd be a streetwalker, making a $1000 dollars a night at $20 dollars a pop, just to have as much cock and cum as you could get. Oh, shit, slave, get ready, I'm about to fill your stomach with so much jizz, you won't need to eat supper."

She tried to stop it again, but I slammed into her throat and let loose, hosing her throat with the biggest load of cum I may have ever fired off. Seven or eight powerful pulses later, I felt myself start to shrink and my slave sucked and licked me clean. I backed away, pulling the electrode off so I could sit down. I could barely walk I was so whipped. Marcia climbed off the Sybian and came over to me, cradling me in her arms. I had been right about her Sybian. Her orgasmic fluids drenched the thing. My little slave. God, how I loved her. I looked around and saw there was only one Master left. He was still going strong.

I found out that I'd actually lasted 22 minutes. The final contestant lasted a full 28 minutes. I don't know how he managed to last that long, although he was an older man. Something to be said for that. Well that meant I got third place for stamina. My competitor was first and the Mistress from the first group was second. Master Don was going over all the calculations, consulting the data.

"We have some winners to announce," Master Don reported. "For Master or Mistress stamina, the winner is Master Carl at 28 minutes, Mistress Veronica was second at 25 minutes, and Master Sam came in at 22 minutes for third. I'm going to break procedure here for a minute and announce the overall winners first. In first place comes Master Carl's slave, Sheba, who had 36 orgasms before swallowing Carl's cum. In second place is Master Sam's slave, Marcia who had 35 orgasms before Sam climaxed, and in third place, Mistress Veronica's slave, Honey, who had 22 orgasms." Master Don paused.

"I have a new record to report for slave heat. Sam's slave, Marcia, takes first place with 35 orgasms in 22 minutes. Folks, I have to tell you, that is almost 1.6 orgasms every minute." Widespread and very loud applause broke out among the spectators. I could see the Mistress who'd placed the electrodes on Marcia jumping up and down. She'd apparently won a very substantial amount of money. I wondered who she'd won it from. "There is something else to report about this phenomenal slave. At first we thought that she'd had one single orgasm lasting for over the final five minutes of the contest, but we checked the wave form data and she actually climaxed fifteen times in that interval or an average of 3 per minute. An extended multiple orgasm sequence; I've never seen anything like it during one of these contests. And I should also report Sheba came in second and Honey came in third. The winners can pick up their prize money tonight at the Slave Dances at the Gorean slave pit in conference room 3 at 9:00 PM or from me any time tomorrow between 8-12 AM in the dining room. Congratulations to all of the winners."

Not bad, $2100 for a little over 22 minutes work, which, let's face it, wasn't really work at all, but pleasure. I looked at amazement at my little slave. 35 climaxes. She'd had over 50 of them already today and it wasn't yet 5:30. She was truly amazing. God, she must be exhausted. I led her up to our room and ordered a light supper from room service to be delivered at 7:30. I told her to sleep and I'd wake her when supper arrived. She collapsed on the bed and was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. I set my smart watch to wake me at 7:15 with a gentle tapping on my wrist and lay down beside her, hugging her body to my chest. She molded her body to mine and we both slept. I got up at 7:15, washed up a little; brushed my teeth again. There was a soft knock and the door. Marcia was sprawled out on the bed, a vision of naked glory. I briefly pondered covering her with the sheet, but thought, what the hell, I'm sure everyone at the hotel has seen her naked by now unless they were on the night shift last night.

I opened the door and the bellhop took a long, lingering look at my little slave when he wheeled the cart in. I tipped him and he thanked me, took another slow peek at Marcia and left. Really, the young guys especially must love it when they had the convention here. There was more nudity here than on the French Riviera and much more sex. I woke Marcia up and we ate, talking about what I wanted to do tomorrow. While not exactly enamored of what I'd seen about the Gorean lifestyle, I did appreciate the beauty and grace of their slaves and watching them dance would be a lovely way to spend the evening. Plus, I could collect my winnings from Master Don. When 8:45 rolled around, I grabbed my bag of tricks with one of the new purchases in it, attached my slaves leash again and led her down to Conference Room 3. Like her, I decided to go naked. Just about everyone had seen me as well.

The conference room was already quite crowded, as much from the furniture, or should I say, lack thereof, as from people. Apparently the Goreans don't believe in chairs, everything was cushions and people were all sprawled out. I saw Master Don and approached him and he handed me a thin envelope with a check for $2100 in it. I added it to my bag. When everyone saw who it was, they shifted around to make room for us, I think they mostly wanted to be close to my slave so they could see more closely what I saw every day; that she was one hell of a woman. I did find a spot next to George. He indicated that Dina was going to be dancing in the first contested dance, 'The Dance of the Newly Collared Slave'.

There was a sand pit set up in the middle of the room with a wooden pole in the middle. Apparently, almost all dances took place in a sand pit at most Gorean gatherings. Dina was the first one up. She stood beside the pole and the music started, primarily the beating of primitive drums. She crossed the pit several times, gracefully and lithely back and forth, her red silks flying around her, like she was looking for a way to escape. Each time she was brought up about five feet from the pole, like she was in a cage, or there was a rope or chain attached to her collar, she collapsed to her knees and brought her hands up to the collar on her neck, tugging at it like she wished to be free of it; sinking dejectedly when it wouldn't come off. A clang of a cymbal and she turned, as if a door had just opened. She backed away from the supposed intruder in cat-like steps. Then it appeared her master was whipping her as she dodged to and fro as if she hoped to escape the whip, flinching when the imaginary strands touched her. Tearfully, she stood and shed her silks, trying to stand bravely and proudly, until the imaginary whip struck her three more times. She sank to her knees and sat back on her heels, spreading her thighs wide, showing her sex to her new master, her wrists and hands lying face-up on her thighs in the Gorean way, her arms and shoulders back, thrusting her breasts at the man who now owned her. She then elegantly bent forward from the waist, putting her head in the sand, her arms extended toward her master in 'la Kajira', the slave bow to her master.

The crowd started clapping, many of them slapping their chests or their thighs in the Gorean way. Her entire dance took no more than four minutes, but Dina was sweating with exertion from all the spinning and twisting of the dance. Without words, the dance had eloquently portrayed the poor slaves realization of her captivity, her desire to escape, her punishment at the hands of her master, until she finally accepted the inevitable and submitted herself to him. Dina came rushing to George and knelt in front of him on her hands and knees, pleading with no more than her eyes that he should use her right now. Her sex was damp with her lubrication, the petals of her sex spread for him. He did not keep his slave waiting, but undid his leather breechclout and forcefully entered his slave in a single push, causing her to climax instantly. She was as hot from the dance as her Master.

For that matter, so was I. It had been inspired dancing and Dina was a lovely slave. I pulled my slave to her hands and knees and entered her as roughly as George had used Dina. The dance had aroused my slave as much as it had me, and I found her cunt well oiled by her arousal. Twenty deep strokes into the warm dampness of her sex and she asked for permission to cum.

"Not yet!" I ordered. "Greedy slave. Wait for your Master."

"I may not be able to wait, Master. Your slave is close."

"You won't wait long, believe me." I panted.

I was right. Five more rapid thrusts into the soft depths of her pussy and I grunted, "Cum with me slave," and she did. Her cunt milked my cock like a milking machine, the throbbing spasms of her release siphoning my seed from the depths of my balls, splashing the walls of her tight sheath in a bath of cum. I gave four or five more short lunges into her liquid heat until my prick would pulse no more. She turned to me and licked the remnants of our passion from my cock. She always was a neat housekeeper. Looking around, I saw I wasn't the only one who'd had sudden need of their slave. What can I say, it was an inspiring dance.

I sat up and pulled her back between my legs. I held her, idly fondling her breasts, teasing the still taut nipples. I reached into my bag and took out the new toy we'd purchased earlier, her Womanizer.

"Look, slave," I said. "I brought your new best friend with me tonight." She looked and giggled in shameless surprise.

"Is my Master going to use it on me?"

"What do you think?"

"I think a slave needs to do this," and she drew her feet up towards her sex, spreading her legs, "and this" spreading the folds of her cunt, "and this," pushing down the flesh around her clit in the way that Ted had shown her, exposing the little bud to my adoring eyes, "and wait for my Master to realize his slave is needy and wants to cum again."

I was not slow. My momma didn't raise no slow children. I caught her drift immediately, though I thought a little teasing might be in order first. I turned it on and touched it to her ear, making her laugh and goosebumps to spring up on her arms. I touched it to her lips and saw her purse her lips to give her toy a kiss. I touched her nipples and she squealed and said, "That's an interesting sensation, we might want to explore later, Master." I touched her stomach over her belly button which caused a quick intake of breath, and then in little half inch steps down her abdomen, across her mound until I finally settled it over her exposed clit. Another quick intake of breath, followed by low moans of pleasure and deeper breathing.

"Please give me permission to cum. Don't make me ask each time. I'll be babbling."

"You may cum slave, as often and hard as you want."

Her hips began rolling forward, and her cunt started gaping, beads of my cum oozing from her body as her sheath started convulsing in rapid contractions. She released her folds, the head of the device keeping them parted for her so her hands could clutch my arms, and hold my hands and the device against her sex.

Her buttocks were rocking on the cushions, accompanied by low growling moans that eventually turned into high, keening screams.

"Oh, Fuck, don't stop, don't stop, don't you dare stop. Oh, God, I just keep cumming and cumming and cumming. I can't believe this."

Fluid was openly flowing from her sex onto the cushions. Suddenly, I realized that I didn't hear the beating of the dance drums, so I looked around and everyone was staring at us, even the dancer.

I turned off the device and my slave said, "Please don't stop, Master. It was amazing."

"We seem to be interfering with the dance contest, little slave. I think we need to adjourn to our room."

She stopped pleading with me, opened her eyes and looked around. Just as I'd said, everyone was watching my slave, her thighs spread wide, her sex gaping and seeping her juices and mine, her breasts panting and flushed, the nipples taut points, and had the grace to blush.

"I'm sorry, everyone. We got a little carried away. My apologies, slave," I nodded to the dancer, "I think she should be allowed to start over; I don't believe anyone was paying attention," I said standing, and bringing my slave to her feet as well. I bent to pick up my bag and tugging on her arm, led her from the room, stepping over the sprawled bodies. "Carry on everyone, don't mind us. On with the contest."

After we'd left the room and gone a dozen feet down the hall, we both burst into laughter.

"I can't believe that happened, Master," she said. "Let's go," tugging on my arm, "I want to see if it's possible to cum a hundred times today before midnight."

For the first time today, I let her lead me. Needy wanton slut, I thought, never satisfied.

Later, we were lying in bed. I don't know if she got to 100 orgasms. We lost count.

"We need to have a talk, a serious talk," I said.

"Yes, Master?" Marcia replied.

"You may drop the slave persona for the moment, Marcia. I'd like to talk about everything that happened today in a serious way."

"Okay, where do you want to start?" Marcia asked.

"You are one of the most conservative people I know. Until Christmas time when I won your challenge, everything was pretty straight forward with you; sex in one of 3 or 4 positions, oral but no swallowing, no anal, no bondage except the once with your handcuffs, no discipline. Pretty straight laced stuff, really, but today...whooo-wheeee. Pretty far out there." I said.

"This is what you wanted, right? I mean, you wanted me to come here; I was pretty much following your instructions, your orders. Do you want to stop? Are you calling Cocoa Puffs?"

"No, hell no!" I said, "I love the new you. I'm just surprised is all. I'm trying to understand. It's like I peeked inside this little square box and all of a sudden, a wild goddess pops out. I mean a really wild goddess, like the little square box was Pandora's. I thought that I would have a hard time getting you naked in front of others; that an hour into this convention, you'd have screamed in fright and we'd be gone. That would have been okay with me. More than anything, I love you. I will never do anything to jeopardize that. But when the time came, you were okay with it, you enjoyed it. Hell, it turned you on, more than I've ever seen anyone turned on. More than anyone here has ever seen anyone turned on. You set records, for God's sake."

"I was, wasn't I."

"Marcia, it was unbelievable! Like I'd flipped a sex switch. Help me to understand. I want to know what wheels aligned in that wonderful brain of yours to bring today about."

"Well, you were right about this morning. When you showed me that sheer little romper and told me I was going to be wearing it, I almost called it off right there. The thought of me so exposed so much to so many people had my head ready to pop off. Just wearing it would have made me feel vulnerable enough, but the positions you put me in makes it so much worse. The wide spread legs, the hands behind the head and arms thrown back, there's no hint of privacy in any of it. Every part of me, open, my excitement apparent to anyone, my hardened nipples, my lubrication, my coital fluids. Believe me, after we left the room this morning, I was within 30 seconds of returning, putting on my traveling clothes and flying back home, game over."

"What stopped you?" I asked.

"When we got on the elevator and the two other slaves were on there, one in nothing more than body paint, the other in the sheer red silk that hid nothing. All of a sudden, I went from feeling I was the only one going to be nude, to lots of other folks are going to be naked. They won't all be looking at me, I'm not the only one here dressed like this. Okay, take a deep breath, I told myself. You can do this, explore a little bit. You can always change your mind later. Of course, when we got to the dining room and well over 50% of everyone there was wearing nothing or next to nothing, my anxiety went down another notch. And not just women, but men too, both slaves and masters. No one really cared about the nudity."

"What happened next, what other gears dropped into place."

"A couple things really. The sex. There was a lot of it going on, all around us. It was shocking at first, but it's like no one cared, maybe because it was so frequent. Guys fucking their slaves, getting sucked by their slaves; a Mistress with a female slave getting her cunt licked, people didn't stare, they walked by like it wasn't happening. Hell, I was probably staring more than most because it was so new to me, but on the whole; no one gave a shit. If no one cared about them having sex, who was going to care if I was having sex."

"But later," I interrupted, "You were the center of attention. Everyone was staring at you, watching you have sex or made to cum, what changed? Why did it make you so aroused?"

"I can't really say for sure. Maybe I have an exhibitionist streak I wasn't aware of. Maybe we can figure that out together."

"What was the other thing?"

"I started comparing myself to all the other females there. And I was not ashamed of how I looked. I'm fit, not fat, I have curves in all of the right places, a pretty enough face. I realized that I've worked hard to have this body, both for my job and for myself, so why not be proud of the way I look. I mean, I wear pretty skimpy bikinis to the beach because I know I look good, and the only difference between that and naked, is two tiny pieces of fabric. It's not like everyone isn't thinking about the bits that are covered, I notice the long looks from the guys, even some of the girls. The only thing that made a difference to me at the beach is everyone is dressed the same; even some that shouldn't be. I wasn't self-conscious about my attire at the beach because we're all dressed the same. Why should I be self conscious now; if we're all dressed the same. Two tiny pieces of fabric, or no fabric. The bits covered or not. We can see what the bits look like even if they have the fabric, right? So, I was just fooling myself at the beach. For all intents and purposes, I was nude at the beach, at least in most peoples imaginations, and the only thing that made it okay was conformity. I was conforming to what others were wearing. I'm conforming now to what these people are wearing and on the whole, there's not much difference."

"Good point. What about when I wanted you to demonstrate the vibrators?"

"My next moment of doubt moment. Another tough one. Almost didn't happen."

"Why did it happen?"

"Hard to say. Obviously lots of conflicting messages running around in my head. One, he's putting me on display in front of a lot of people that I don't know, but on the other hand, I don't know them, why do I care. I look good, don't I, but what do I look like cumming, is it still attractive? But you'll be cumming in front of a crowd of people, but they're strangers, three days from now you'll be gone and never see them again. Your husband wants this, but do I want this? What will they think of me, but does it matter what they think of me? Lots of conflicting messages, zoom, zoom, zoom, back and forth, do I do this, do I not. I still hadn't made up my mind when you said 'display' and my conditioning took over. I displayed, Ted popped it in there and it felt good when you started it up. Kind of made my mind up for me. Now, I have to admit; I just closed my eyes and let the sensations happen. By closing my eyes, I wasn't seeing the other people there, watching me get off. I didn't think about them, I thought about getting off. With the second one, the 'Womanizer', it was kind of like, well, they've already seen me once, and I was displayed for that. This time I'm lying down and they can't even see as much, so I let that happen too."

"And the ropes?"

"I thought that was just more nudity, just displayed differently. I didn't think I'd climax, as you know, you bastard, as I had no chance to ask for permission."

"So, we come to the punishment. What happened then?"

"Another moment of doubt, no question. Lots of anxiety for that. Punishment goes a little far into the kink scale, especially if you make me cum with pain. Before that, it was closer to normal, this, not so much. I felt some nerves calm down when they fastened me face down because I thought, not so bad. But when you had them put me face out and upside down, my anxiety shot right up through the roof; another close to Cocoa Puffs experience. And then you proposed the contest. You were going to let another person or persons get me off! Good God. I was flashing the safety signal left and right, but you were facing the crowd and couldn't see me. Say, is that why you had Ben gag me?"

"It might have had something to do with it," I said.

"You devious piece of shit! I thought you did that because I would want to scream when you punished me."

"That was the other reason."

"I can't believe you would do that!"

I smiled and shrugged, "So what made you go along. I gave you another chance to back out."

"Because you gave me another chance to back out. You actually asked me twice if I was willing to proceed, plus you made sure the crowd knew that I had a safety signal, so even if you missed it, they could see it because all of their eyes would be on me."

"I wouldn't have missed it. I care too much about you to miss something that important."

"I knew you were going to make me cum. I was already aroused from the previous orgasms and I was ready to have another, even if it came from your whipping me. You're really quite gentle with that thing. I saw some others be punished today for some infraction and some of them looked quite nasty. Left welts or other marks that looked liked they'd linger awhile. The Goreans really take their punishment seriously."

"That they do. I think some of the Mistresses are quite harsh as well, both to male and female slaves. Almost like they have more to prove."

"Would you really have given me to that Mistress to punish if I lost the slave heat contest?"

"What do you think?"

She looked at me looking at her. "Yes, you would have, but you'd have been there and imposed conditions."

"I would have." She nodded. "And when I let the three winners masturbate you, you didn't stop it then. I was watching closely. I knew I told you that others might touch you before you agreed to come to this thing, but I could see the doubt in your eyes when you agreed. That was going to be a big stumbling block for you. What went through your mind then?"

"You had already made me cum several times in front of people. There's that, and I thought I could just close my eyes and believe it was you. They were using a vibrator and not their hands, or lips or tongues or cocks. A vibrator is just a vibrator, you know. I really wouldn't notice much of a difference in the way that they touched me, so I really could pretend it was you. That's how I got through the first two men, but the slave girl, Alicia, do you know what she did?"

"She told me, about the way she held her hands. You told me what she said."

"It was pretty intimate. Her delicate little finger pushed just past the anal ring into my rectum. Two fingers just barely touching my clit, the vibrations of the dildo transmitted through her hand to both of those locations while she slowly and tenderly fucked me with it. It was so surreal, so gentle, compared to the two Masters who went before her. She would probably have won anyway, just from doing that, but fuck, what she was saying."

"You told me what she said, how did it make you feel?"

"I could no longer pretend it was you doing it to me; her soft feminine hands and voice made that abundantly clear. So, I had to face up to the fact that someone else was pleasuring me. I should have stopped, I guess, knowing I can't pretend it's you anymore, but she was so good, she made me feel so good, I wanted to cum. I wanted her to make me cum.

"They say the brain is the most potent sexual organ in your body and I think that's true. After all, why would you become aroused by just reading something on Literotica. No one's touching you, nobody's caressing your pleasure centers, but your nipples get hard and your juices start to flow because your brain is engaged. She made me look at you, at all the other people watching me, knowing they are watching me cum. She made me feel their desire for me, your desire for me, her desire for me. No more pretending. It's you, naked and exposed, the object of all that lust, the instigator of all that sex. You and no one else, fuck, I couldn't cum fast enough.

"Everything else before it, just physical sensations, vibrations, pleasure, pain, physical sensation, but she got in my head. She might have made me cum just from her voice alone filling my head with impure thoughts. What a little sex machine she must be. I think that's where some of the exhibitionism kicked in. Knowing that your body, your body's reactions, your pleasure, are engendering so much lust. It's kind of a potent aphrodisiac."

"And when I talked to you? Was it more of the same?"

"Yes and no. It was different because it was you. But you made it clear to me that I wasn't going to just close my eyes and imagine myself as anywhere but where I was, having sex in front of hundreds of people, aroused beyond belief, showing everyone what a wanton slut I was. Those were the words you used, right?"

"Among many," I said. "Alicia showed me the power of words, and I thought you would be more aroused if I used them."

"What made you use 'slut'? You know I hate that word and would normally slap your face for it. Even though at the time, it was true. And 'whore', another word I hate. Why use that?"

"The situation, I guess. I mean we were fucking and sucking and a bunch of other stuff in front of a lot of people. I can't call you 'wife' or 'sweetheart' because those aren't normally the things that wives and sweethearts do. They cook dinner or take out the trash. Even 'slave', my preferred endearment when playing, just wasn't enough because being a slave implies that you have no choice, you have to do what your Master wants. But the woman who's fucking in front of everyone because they want to, because they want to cum, because they don't care; what else do you call her but a slut? I don't want you to imagine that I think that's a bad thing. Lurking deep in every person, desperate to burst free is an inner slut. That part of us that doesn't give a fuck what anyone thinks, that will do whatever it can to seek pleasure and damn the consequences. At that point, you did not care what anyone thought, that anyone was watching, that you were exposing your sexuality to everyone; you released your inner slut."

"So, do you think my slut is released for good?"

"No, it was the circumstances, the place; you could never cut loose like this at home. Being here and now gave you that freedom. Being at this convention gave you that freedom. It's not like you're going to walk into church next week and let your inner slut loose. I do have to ask if you've ever had some gang bang fantasies you've never divulged? You really started riding the Sybian when I started talking about that."

"Gang bang? Hell no! I don't want to have sex with anyone else but you, thank you very much. I suppose it was exciting to imagine it, the unrestrained carnality of having to satisfy many men at once, but it's much better in your imagination than it would be in person?"

"So I don't have to worry about you taking on the entire police force in the locker room?" I asked.

"Highly unlikely, dear." Laughing.

"So, we've had a whole day of total debauchery, but there are two more left. How do you feel about our trip thus far and do we want to continue?"

"I came here with a lot of reservations, I admit," she said. "I had no idea what to expect, what would happen and how I'd feel about it afterward. I thought it would be wild and it was. More happened with me than I expected, but I enjoyed it. You've released a sexuality in me I didn't even know I had, but I'm not ashamed of what happened so far. What about you? Do you want to keep going?"

"I had hopes and some ideas. I didn't know if I could get you to go along with them. I didn't know if I could get you to walk out of the room this morning. But you did. I've learned a lot; about me and about you and about this lifestyle. It's been fun, I'd like to continue."

"So would I," Marcia replied.

"Then off to bed with you, slave."

"Yes, Master," and she snuggled against me.

"That is not how a slave sleeps with her master," I reminded her.

"Yes, Master." She turned around until her mouth was level with my growing cock and her cunt was even with my face. I could smell the redolence of her sex, ripe with the scent of her most recent orgasms; rich and earthy with a salty tang. Some of her copious discharges tonight had dried on her mound, her upper thighs, and her outer lips. I pulled her hips to my face and buried my tongue in that piquant accumulation of her passion. She sighed in pleasure and parted her lips for my cock to enter the hot wetness of her mouth. I felt my prick swell under the attentions of her tongue and lips which swirled up and down the length of my stalk. My own lips and tongue found the bud distending from the folds of her cleft. Her throat opened to take my cock and I plunged to the back of her throat, her lips moving over the root. I thought that I would have a hard time reaching climax as I had cum five times already, but my slave would have none of it. Her throat muscles were working the glans, her tongue was circling the stalk and every inch of it was experiencing the pressure of her sucking.

Her own sex had experienced uncounted pleasure today, but rather than reaching her limits, every previous orgasm had brought the next one that much closer. Before I could cum, I felt her tap my leg and her fingers flashed the signal for her release.

I said, "Cum, slave," as I exploded in her mouth. After my release, I felt her cleaning my cock, while I licked up her release. We fell asleep that way.

*******

I awoke before my little slave, and put a few things together for the days activities. She'd really been drained yesterday, so I let her sleep longer than usual. Around 8:30, I woke her up and we showered together, soaping and rinsing each other as we usually did. Today, my slave would be wearing the We/Vibe for at least the morning. I put a little bit of lube on it and positioned it in her pussy. I still hadn't downloaded the app, but it also came with a remote that worked at any distance up to about 9 feet. I didn't plan being much farther from my slave than that at any time. We left the room naked and went down to the dining room. I got French toast for both of us and fed Marcia as she knelt beside me. Most everyone else had eaten already so we had the dining room to ourselves except Master Don who waited with his slave for yesterdays contest winners to show up for their winnings. Apparently, he was still waiting for one person to pick theirs up.

After we ate, I had my little slave relieve the swelling of my cock. She started by taking my semi-tumescent prick in her mouth and with her cocksucking talents, bring it to full hardness. When I was sufficiently hard, I turned on the We/Vibe, bent her over the table and eased into her sheath around the Vibe. Ted had been correct in saying that she would be able to accept my cock while wearing the device. I adjusted the settings until I found a vibration pattern that was pleasing to me, then began plundering her cunt with my cock. Stroke after stroke deep into her tight pussy. Her Kegel exercises were doing an excellent job of strengthening the muscles she used to massage my shaft. Apparently, she found the vibration pattern to her liking as well, when combined with my slow pumping of her cunt; her fluids freely flowed around my shaft.

"Master, may I cum?" She asked, a panting moan following her request.

"Soon, slave, not yet."

I gave another dozen rapid strokes before she said, "Please, Master, I can't last much longer. May I cum?"

I couldn't wait any longer either and told her to release as I filled her cunt with my milky cream.

"Aaaahhh," she sighed. "That feels so good." She was so right, it was exquisite. The vibrations of the We/Vibe combined with the wet, tight warmth of her pussy had been ball draining.

With my pulsing thrusts ended, she knelt down again in position 1 and cleaned our combined discharges from my cock. Master Don had been an interested spectator to our show and congratulated me on my slave once again after we were finished.

"Your slave has the most beautiful expression on her face when she spends," he said. "Just watching her cum was enough to make me hard. Do you share your slave?"

"I'm sorry, I don't," I replied. "She's too precious to me."

"I'd probably feel the same if I were you. I don't know that I've ever seen a more enticing, intoxicating slave, and so full of heat." Marcia blushed prettily. "Is she always so passionate?"

"She has an extraordinary sexual capacity," I replied, "but I've never seen it released to the extent that it has this trip. It has been a revelation to me as well."

"Has she ever performed in front of others before?" Master Don asked.

"No. This is the first time for both of us."

"Ah! An exhibitionist. She's found she likes fucking for others viewing pleasure." I observed my slave lower her eyes, but she also spread her legs a tad wider and pulled her shoulders back a hair more, her breasts thrusting out farther, her nipples getting harder.

"I believe that to be true," I said, smiling. "Never has she been so multi-orgasmic."

Master Don approached my slave and lifted his eyebrows in unspoken query. I nodded yes to his unspoken request. He touched her cheek, ran his hand down her neck, over her shoulder, crushing her right breast in his large hand, pinching her stiffened nipple, and bent down to run his fingers through her cleft. Her cunt was wet with my cum and hers. He brought his fingers up for her to clean.

"You should fuck her in public more often. It really brings out her slave heat."

"Circumstances don't often allow it," I said.

"A shame. Her beauty, passion and pleasure should be witnessed as often as possible."

Master Don returned to his seat and opened his leathers so that his slave could relieve his need. My slave and I returned to the exhibition hall as we had not had a chance to visit all the booths due to my slaves prolonged demonstrations. Before we checked any of the other exhibits, I went back to the furniture booth. I got Ben's attention and he came to me immediately, hoping that my slave would demonstrate another piece of equipment. I started my slaves We/Vibe to keep her occupied while I conversed with Ben.

"What can I do for you, Master Sam?"

"I forgot to inquire yesterday, being preoccupied with my slave's performance, but do you ship your products?"

"Of course, most of the people fly here and can't take it with them. Plus, we can only bring a limited supply with us and we usually sell more than we bring."

"And I can't leave a St. Andrews cross set up in my house. Can it be broken down and stored?"

"All of our furniture can be broken down in 30 minutes or less, and put up in the same way, and can be stored in the flat boxes they ship in. The cross can be taken down in 10. The two longer arms even break down in half. The box is four feet long and can easily be stored under your bed."

"That's great. And can I get padding on the cross pieces?"

"In five different leather colors."

"Just one more question. Do you stock the ankle/foot boots that you used to suspend her upside down or do you know where I can obtain some like it. I loved the look of my slave hanging upside down."

"Everyone loved your slave in that position. We sold 27 of those crosses after your contest. I'm sorry, but we don't carry the boots, but there is a Mistress here who sells leather goods designed, built and fitted to your specification. She does sell suspension boots and they can be fitted exactly to your slave. She also sells a number of other items that you might find of interest for such a beautiful slave."

My slave interrupted our conversation with her plea to cum.

"No, you may not, you needy slut." It was my intention to keep her on the edge of an orgasm for most of the morning until the right time should arise. I did, however, turn off the vibe. No sense in being cruel. I couldn't fail to notice the fresh fluids gracing her sex, however.

"Can I see the color choices please?"

"Certainly, sir."

He showed me the different wood and leather choices and I selected an oak in a medium light stain with a burgundy leather padding and gave me a 50% discount due to our assistance in securing so many sales.

"Can you point out the supplier offering the suspension boots?" I asked.

He pointed to a small booth at the opposite end of the hall near one of the exit doors. "Right down there, sir."

"Thanks for all your help, Ben. It's been an education."

As we headed in the general direction of the booth he'd indicated, I turned on the vibe again. My slave gave a slight start, but recovered quickly and regained her composure. Before we reached that booth, I found a clothing exhibit and turned in. I had Marcia kneel in place, while I looked at their offerings. I had been looking around for no more than five minutes when I heard my slave moan and she tapped my leg.

"Master, may I please cum?"

"No, slave. Hush!" I turned the vibe off again.

I found a couple items of clothing for me, in leather as it seemed to be a popular option for masters, one I thought I might wear at the Valentines Dance tomorrow. I also found a leather loin cloth for my slave. Very brief, covering nothing, particularly if she was sitting or kneeling, but I'd always been impressed with photos or drawings of scantily clad women warriors perhaps carrying a spear or bow. Illustrations like those Frank Frazetta, Boris Vallejo, Luis Royo and Julie Bell drew. I put it on her, because sometimes, scantily clad was even sexier than naked. I couldn't help but notice that there was fresh dew gracing her cunt. I turned on the vibe again and she shivered then followed me. Her stride was less steady than when we started out the morning.

We stopped at another booth as we moved to the end of the hall specializing in slave jewelry. As we entered the booth, my little slave fell to her knees, groveling at my feet, begging me to cum.

"Please master, please let me cum. Your needy slave begs for your leave to cum!"

"Not yet, slave." I did, however, turn the vibe off again. She remained on her knees, fearful that she might still climax if she stood up.

This was an intriguing shop. Nipple piercings, clit and vaginal piercings, body jewelry, nose rings, ear decorations, all were displayed on lovely female slaves. They would hold a pose for 10 minutes, then shift into another pose, showing a different aspect of their jewelry. The proprietor was a young Mistress, no more than early thirties. Her business card indicated that she designed all the jewelry herself. I inquired if she could assist me in picking out some jewelry for my slave. The title of the business was Mistress Brianna's Slave Baubles.

"Your slave is Marcia, isn't she?"

"Yes, she is."

"She's caused quite a stir at the convention. Everybody knows who she is. I wouldn't mind owning her. Is she for sale?"

"Not for all the money in the world." I smiled at Brianna.

"I wouldn't give her up either," she said.

"I'd really like your assistance, will you help?"

"Of course. Call her over."

I called my slave and she knelt at my feet.

"Let me get a better look at her," Brianna said.

"Display, slave."

Marcia assumed her position. I turned on her vibe once again. My slave quivered, but held her position.

Brianna asked, "May I?" reaching towards her breasts.

"I asked for your help," I said.

"Yes." She reached out and hefted each one in her hand. "Lovely, absolutely stunning." She pinched each nipple, already hardening with the arousal my slave was receiving in her pussy. "These darling nipples absolutely call for a piercing; I'm thinking horizontal unless you insist on vertical, but I'm thinking horizontal piercings present more options. They become quite engorged don't they?" She scraped each one with two fingernails, drawing it out. My slave was beginning to moan with the attention her tits and pussy were receiving.

"Zoe, Sandra, Adele, attend!" Brianna snapped, and three of her models circled their Mistress. "I'm thinking the bar for everyday wear, like Sandra's, particularly if she must have some subtlety, perhaps church or meeting with friends who aren't in the lifestyle, or perhaps work, if that's an issue."

My slave was making increasingly louder noises and her legs were beginning to shake slightly.

"Master, may I cum?" she asked.

"No, you may not," I ordered. Brianna continued to delicately touch and scrape her diamond hard nubbins.

"I don't think I can wait, Master. Your needy slave pleads relief. Please, Master."

God, I was a bastard sometimes. "You'll know what will happen if you disobey?"

"Yes, Master. I'm trying, but I can't hold on. Oooooh, oooooh, oooooh," she sighed, losing her battle with her arousal, a trickle of liquid running down her leg, struggling to maintain her position.

Brianna said, "It appears your slave has cum."

"It does, doesn't it." I left the vibe on.

"In addition to the simple posts," Brianna said, "I'd also recommend a hoop, like Adele has." Adele cupped her breasts and displayed the small gold loops in her nipples. "The hoops have the added benefit of versatility. There is so much that you can do with them. You can attach a chain between them as additional adornment, or a nipple/clit chain such as the one that Sandra is wearing." Sandra pulled back her labial lips to show another hoop in her clitoral hood with chains running up to her nipples. "Or a chain from her collar to the nipples. You can also hang weights or other adornments from the hoops. Like I said, hoops are quite versatile."

Brianna had her hands under each breast and was rubbing her thumbs over the tips of my slaves nipples. Marcia was moaning low in her throat at the continued assault of her erogenous zones. Her breasts were rising and falling with each panting breath.

"Now Zoe here has something for special occasions that I would also recommend, particularly for breasts such as your slaves; and that would be a shield. Show the master, Zoe." Zoe stepped forward and pushing her breast up and out displaying a gold shield looking like flames surrounding the nipple, held there by a bar through the nipple. They really were quite lovely pieces of jewelry. "We have a number of different styles including Celtic, Nordic, Aztec, Greek, Egyptian, tribal or Indian designs."

My slave interrupted once again, "Master, please let me cum."

"You've already climaxed without my permission. Why do you ask now?"

"Because I don't want my punishment to be more severe, Master. Please let me cum."

"Very well, cum, slave."

She did, finding it even more difficult to maintain her position. Her legs were visibly shaking, her head was lifting, her elbows were dropping and moving forward. Huge shuddering gasps seized her and another trickle of fluid appeared on the other leg.

Brianna knelt down, pushed the brief loin cloth aside, and studied Marcia's cunt. "May I," she asked again, indicating the We/Vibe. I turned it off and she removed it, dripping with Marcia's spend. She pulled back Marcia's folds exposing her clit more. "We could add a hoop here, in the hood, just like the one that Adele showed you. You've already seen some of what can be done with the hoop."

"What does it feel like to the slave," I asked. Brianna continued to touch and rub Marcia's hypersensitive nub, causing her breath to quicken.

"Tell him, Adele."

"It's very stimulating, Master." Adele said. "The hoop is constantly rubbing against my clit. When I first received my hoop I was climaxing multiple times per day. It's eased somewhat. I now only cum four to five times daily, although it does depend on what I'm doing, more if I'm making lots of movement, less if I'm sitting quietly."

"That doesn't sound very practical. You've seen how responsive my slave is. I'm afraid that if we did that, she wouldn't be able to do much else. What other options are there?"

"Zoe, show the Master your cunt."

"Yes, Mistress," she replied. She stood in front of me and spread her legs wide. She had a small hoop piercing one of her inner lips. Dangling from the hoop were three leaf like gold disks approximately an inch in diameter, hanging one from the other, extending down about 4 inches. It appeared to be inscribed with some words so I pulled her closer until I could read it. It said 'I am Brianna's Property'.

"I would suggest for your slave," Brianna said, "making the piercing in the outer labia, rather than the inner. For a master, it would not get in the way when he uses his slave's cunt. For a Mistress, it doesn't matter." Brianna slid her hand down from Marcia's clit, through the moist slickness of her slit to her outer lips and pinching it in the location she thought the piercing should be. My slave's sudden intake of breath and increased moisture was the only sign she gave of Brianna's movement. "You can use the dangles to denote ownership as I've done with Zoe. And again, for those times when the dangles may be inappropriate, you can remove them; they just clip on the hoop. The hoop is more permanent however. Would you like me to replace this," indicating the We/Vibe.

"Please, thank you," I said.

Brianna fitted the vibe back in Marcia's pussy so it fit snugly in place. Marcia gave another gasp. Brianna stood, sliding her fingers back up Marcia's body, tweaking her nipples as she rose. I stood as well.

"I do have some important questions before deciding to whether or not to go forward," I said. "What about pain for starters?"

Brianna pulled aside her own garment showing that she also had her nipples pierced. "I can speak from experience when I say that it hurts about as much as getting your ears pierced. They will then be tender for a couple of days. Movement will tend to increase the pain; wearing a bra helps alleviate that for the first couple days. After that, they shouldn't hurt anymore than they do now. Zoe tells me the labia piercing is much the same. We provide an antibiotic ointment which should be used every three hours for the first three days, on all the piercings. It has a secondary benefit in that it has a numbing agent to reduce soreness."

"What about risk of infection?"

"I've not heard of any of my customers suffering an infection when they followed my instructions," Brianna replied. "A couple have reported having to go to the doctors later, but upon investigation, they weren't using the ointment as instructed. The tube was almost full when we checked when it should have been nearly empty. The infections cleared up with antibiotics and proper care."

"I would imagine that any punishment to the breasts and cunt are out of the question after the slave has been pierced until after several days have passed?"

"Unless you are a very cruel master," Brianna replied.

"Slave, you've heard our conversation?" I asked.

"I have, Master."

"It is my intent to follow Mistress Brianna's recommendations regarding your adornment. I would like to get some bars, hoops and shields for your nipples, some nipple and body chains, and a piercing of your outer labia with dangles such as Zoe has. I believe that any or all of them would make my slave look even more spectacular than she already is. I want you to closely inspect all the slaves jewelry, ask these three slaves whatever questions you need to ask them, and look at some of the other samples available here. I have to speak to Brianna about a special request. When I am finished with that conversation, you will tell me if you accept the adornment, all or what part you can accept and what you cannot. You may also have some say as to the particular adornments we choose. Understood?"

"Yes, Master."

I turned the Vibe back on. "You may cum as necessary."

"You allow your slave to have a say in the matter of her adornment?" Brianna asked.

"I'm an indulgent master," I replied.

I asked Brianna to step away from the booth so that I could speak to her privately. It took me around 15 minutes to explain what I wanted Brianna to make for me.

"Your business card said that you design your jewelry, can you make it?" I asked.

"I made it all before my business got too big. I still make small special orders."

"Can you have this done before the dinner and dance tomorrow?"

"It would be difficult, but fortunately, two of my longest time slaves have been with me since I started this business and they can craft the metal as well as I can. Yes, I can have it done by then. You talk as though you're confident your slave will accept this?" Brianna questioned.

"Well, we're quite new to this, but in the four days that she's been my slave ...."

"Four days!" Brianna interrupted. "Marcia has been your slave for four days? I would have guessed at least a year or more, she is so well trained and slave hot. Four days! I wouldn't have believed it," she said wonderingly. "How did this come about?"

"She wanted me to lose weight. She agreed to two days of sexual slavery if I lost 40 pounds and two days every month thereafter as long as I kept the weight off, with additional days added for each additional five pounds lost. The first two were at Christmas. I wanted to come to this convention and we deferred my three days in January to the three dates of this convention. We established hard boundaries regarding what she would do or would not do prior to her agreement to serve as sex slave. We reestablished some guidelines before coming here. Either one of us could opt out of any part or even the entire convention if we became uncomfortable with what happened.

"It was touch and go about whether she'd come at all, but we talk each night about the day to check our comfort level and reaffirm our desire to proceed. So yeah - four days. But in those four days time, she's been a good sport and hasn't refused anything suggested within those guidelines thus far. I doubt she'll object to the nipple piercing. She might object to the labia piercing. She would positively object to clitoral hood piercing. That's the reason I didn't even bother pushing it. Hey, I have to have the semblance of control, but if I already know it's a no-go, I refuse. After all, we can't have a slave publicly disputing her master can we. It would upset the applecart."

Brianna laughed. "That's one of the most amazing stories I've heard in a long time. I'm guessing it was the public sex and nudity she was concerned about, but she's been the highlight of the convention. Your slave has blossomed here. Don't worry. I'll keep your secret. Fourth day," laughing again. "Who'd have believed it. You've really pushed her normal boundaries, haven't you?"

I laughed with her. "Yes, I have."

"I'm guessing she's never been touched intimately by a woman before?"

"Not to my knowledge, no. My first wife cheated on me, which I despised, so we talked a lot about sex and our expectations before we were married and that was something she's never mentioned, and she's been open about what she had done before," I replied.

"Your slave is your wife? Hmm, I'm guessing your rules take into consideration your marriage and would be a primary reason why you're not sharing your slave with others?"

"That and the fact I don't want to share her. It would be an extraordinary set of circumstances that would ever allow that," I said.

"But you still want to push her buttons, which is why you've allowed me and other masters to touch her intimately, I'm guessing."

"Good guess."

"You are a devious son-of-a-bitch, aren't you?"

"Am I?" I said smiling.

"Let me make another guess here. You're slave has a high end or high profile job somewhere that this shit would mess with, which is why you're doing it in Vegas instead of wherever home is."

"You're very perceptive," I told her.

"If she agrees to the piercings, when do you want them done?"

"We're going to enter the slave heat punishment contest at 2:00 and I'd like to observe the pony dressage at 3:30. Would you be available when that's over? How late are you here?"

"Do you have any objections to my continuing to stretch her boundaries? I really love your slave. Her reactions are priceless."

"No, why?"

"Bring her to my suite on the third floor at 7:00 PM. I'll do it up there after all the hullabaloo is over, see if we can't push a few more buttons."

"You have a suite?"

"Large contingent, me and nine slaves." She noted my eyebrows raise in question. "Hey, business is good. By showing my wares, my slaves really help me sell this stuff. They answer questions, show the things off to the best advantage. I need them."

"We'll be there," I said. I handed her three half carat diamonds to go on the jewelry that I wished her to make for me.

"I'll try to make sure she has a good time," Brianna said.

"I'm sure you will."

We'd been gone for almost half an hour. We rejoined Marcia and Brianna's slaves. They were laughing and giggling together but all assumed their positions when we returned.

"How many times have you climaxed, slave?" I asked Marcia.

"Four master. I'm getting close to a fifth."

"Have you made a decision?"

"Yes, Master. I agree to the piercings as you suggested."

"And have you chosen that which you would like to be adorned in?"

"Yes, Master."

"Show me."

She walked around the displays, pointing out two bars, three hoops and two shields for her nipples, and three chains. One of the chains was an Omega slide necklace with the slide having a lower section with a pair of dangling gold handcuffs and an upper section with a red gemstone and a small opening below the stone from which the chain would descend to her nipple hoops. The second one had matching wrist bracelets which connected to nipple chains, and the third, a long one the would connect her nipples but the loop would lie across her abdomen just above her navel. The last one could be worn hidden under normal clothes. The first two would indicate her slave status to any in the lifestyle although the omega slide necklace with the handcuffs might be an acceptable and funny jewelry item for a police officer without the nipple chains. All three were exquisite pieces of jewelry that would look fantastic on my slave.

She interrupted showing me her selection choices to request permission to cum. I granted her permission and when her spasms ceased, she showed me the hoop that would pierce her labia according to Zoe and the four dangles, of a Celtic design of intertwining serpents all interconnected so that they did not suspend one from the other, but suspended at offset heights like wind chimes so they would clang against each other producing a pleasant musical tone.

"These are lovely pieces. You have good taste, slave. What would you like the dangles to say?"

"Sam's Slave, Master."

"The matching bracelets can also be engraved," Brianna said. "We can add the same thing to each of them."

"I'll take them all," I told Brianna. She had her slaves bundle my purchases, except the matching bracelets and the dangles which would still need to be engraved. She said they would be ready when the piercings were done.

"I'll see you at 7:00 PM, Master Sam, for the piercings. Bring a set of bars and the hoop for the labia when you come. The piercings close quickly if nothing is inserted right away."

"Thank you, Mistress Brianna." I packed the purchases into my bag.

Once again we headed toward the booth at the back of the hall. I was very pleasantly surprised to see that the proprietor was the mistress who had threatened to punish Marcia if she didn't win the slave heat contest. Maybe she could give me some pointers after all. My slave had cum without permission. Marcia was also startled to see who it was. She already knew she was going to regret this. She hadn't forgotten she'd cum without permission either.

I approached and Marcia knelt down at my side. I introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Sam, and this is my slave ...."

"Marcia, the infamous Marcia. She needs no introduction, sweetheart, everybody knows Marcia. I'm Mistress Olivia."

"I understand you offered to punish Marcia if she didn't win the contest yesterday afternoon as you bet a substantial amount on her. How much did you win?"

"$10,000."

"Ten grand, that's quite a chunk of change," I said.

"Yes and I owe it all to your slave. What can I do you for?"

During our conversation, my slave was beginning to have a harder time holding her position and the low moans which I so enjoyed started emanating from her throat.

"Ben sent me down here, said you might have suspension boots for purchase."

"I do, and a lot of other stuff, too."

"I have a favor to ask first."

"Anything for you, baby. What is it?"

"My slave was disobedient this morning and needs to be punished. I was wondering if I might impose on you to assist. You offered yesterday, although to her and not to me, but I thought I could use some pointers."

"What is she being punished for?" She asked.

"Climaxing without permission."

"And yet, it appears that you have a We/Vibe inserted in your slaves cunt. Would I be right in assuming that it's currently on?"

"It is."

"And was it on when your slave climaxed?"

"It was."

"You're a hard man, Master Sam."

"Sometimes a slave must overcome stimulation to obey her master, Mistress Olivia. Actually, I told my slave that sometimes a slave is punished for no reason other than a master loves to see his naked slave squirm, but I really prefer it not be for no reason at all, so I make an impossible demand of her, knowing that she will fail, but then I get to observe my slave squirm twice, once in pleasure, once in pain/pleasure." I rubbed Marcia's head. "It is one of the most enjoyable aspects of being her master."

"So when punishing your slave, you want her to receive pleasure in the act?"

"I do. That's why I have rules regarding its imposition...."

"Master, may I cum?" Marcia interrupted. "Please, Master."

"You know I'm having a conversation. Can't a needy slut wait until her master is finished?"

"Please, Master. I cannot."

"Wait one moment!"

I turned to Olivia and asked her to observe my slave closely. Her breasts were heaving, her nipples thick and extended in hard points. Her legs were quivering, wanting to close, her lubrication slicking her cunt and running down her leg. Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably, though she still struggled to hold her position.

"Cum, slave."

A look of pure joy and relief overwhelmed her features, her mouth open in gasping pleasure; deep, throaty moans spilling from it. She was rocking up and down on her heels and a fresh flood of her release dripped from her sex.

"Can there be any sight in the world that is more beautiful, more delightful, more erotic; than my slave cumming like that?" I asked Olivia.

"Apparently not to you," she said, nodding towards my erection.

I glanced down and asked, "You don't mind if I take a moment to allow my slave to relieve that, do you?"

"Please do," Olivia said. "I find it quite distracting."

I pulled Marcia to her feet and bent her over a nearby table and plunged into her liquid heat. Her previous orgasms had left her cunt a warm, soupy mess which I slid into like a hot knife through butter. The combination brought on by the sudden fullness in her pussy and the continuing vibrations of the Vibe kept Marcia in the throes of her climax, nor was it long before those same vibrations and the delightful massaging of my slaves sheath evoked my own eruption. A dozen grunting strokes into her molten fire and my balls freed my seed to bolt up my shaft and into Marcia's cunt, adding my own flood of milky cream to her own with a loud sigh of relief. I waited until my pulsing had completely stopped, then turned off the Vibe, withdrew my cock with a squidgy squish and set my slave to cleaning my cock.

"Much better," I said, feeling my slaves soft, warm mouth dutifully cleaning our respective releases from my prick.

When she was done, I removed the Vibe, had my slave lick it clean and put it in my bag.

"Bring your slave," Olivia said, heading toward the back of her display. "We can punish her properly back here."

I lifted her to her feet and taking her neck in my hand, guided her after Olivia. We went through a set of curtains separating the front displays of her wares from a back section, set up as a work area. Olivia had two naked male slaves working with a variety of leather tools on additional products. One working on leather cuffs, the other working on a leather harness. The most distinctive parts of their anatomy was their large tubular cocks. Even un-erect, they were substantial and both Marcia and I were obviously staring. Olivia noticed our stares and mentioned that she "liked slaves with large cocks". She sent the one working on the cuffs to watch the front of her exhibit for customers. I was sure just the size of his manhood might make a few people stop, out of curiosity.

She searched the back briefly and found a set of suspension gloves. "Strip her and put these on your slave."

I removed the tiny loin cloth and began fitting the suspension gloves on Marcia's hands, they had a grip inside for her to hold and extended up to her elbow.

She looked at me fearfully and I said, "Relax, little slave. You know that I cannot really harm you, nor will I allow another to."

When I was done, Olivia called my slave to where she was standing and hooked each of the gloves to snap hooks on three foot cables. They merged at a free swivel on a heavy rope passing through block and tackle. It hung from a thick beam that overhung the back area of the platform. She pulled down on the rope and with very little effort was able to raise Marcia completely from the ground before she tied her end of the rope to a rope cleat. Marcia was dangling there helplessly, her feet off the ground.

Olivia took a spreader bar that was about 3 1/2 feet wide and fastened them to Marcia's feet spreading her legs widely and giving us easy access to her sex.

"There are a lot of different devices for the punishment of slaves," Olivia said. "Sometimes the easiest are the best. You can put a large hook in the ceiling joist anywhere with a little open space. Hang a plant on it, no one's the wiser. But this pulley and free swivel system can go anywhere. You can hook it up to a tree outside. I like the free swivel because the slave can be turned."

Olivia grabbed Marcia's legs and gave her a little spin and she slowly turned, first facing us, then away, her pussy, her ass; her breasts, her back, slowly spinning.

"If you hang her upside down, you hook the snap rings to the spreader bar, she hangs from suspension boots and you can play with her that way. Lots of reasons I like this. I find that when someone is completely suspended, they feel no connection, no grounding; they're hanging and it makes them feel very vulnerable. When they touch something, even furniture such as stocks or table or bed, they feel grounded to that object. Punishment is as much psychological as it is physical. Look at your slave now."

She ran her hand over her breasts, the stiff nipples rigid. She pinched one lightly and Marcia gasped. "The vulnerability probably has her as hot as a firecracker right now. She doesn't know what's going to happen. It could be painful, pleasurable, she doesn't know, but she's helpless and unable to resist, she can't run or hide." Olivia ran her hand down Marcia's stomach, over her mound and through her slit. Her fingers came up wet. "I'm guessing she's practically cumming right now, just hanging here." She dipped her fingers back into her cleft and shoved two into her sheath.

"Master, please may I cum?" She called out, her body trying to twist and turn.

"Cum, slave." And Marcia sent a fresh spate of her dew onto Olivia's hand.

"As I thought. Feeling very helpless and vulnerable right now." Olivia lifted her fingers to her lips and licked off Marcia's spend. "Mmm, tasty little morsel. What do you normally use to punish her?"

"This soft whip," I said, pulling it from my bag, "a tawse, a paddle, or my hand. I don't like to mark her. No welts or anything that would mark her. I want to turn her butt red or otherwise stimulate her, but I don't want to hurt her. That may not make sense to you, but this should be enjoyable for her as well as for me."

"I understand completely. I wouldn't want to mark this little pudding up either. I'd like you to consider one of these as well." She picked up a riding crop. "It can be used for everything from a caress to a stinging swat. It will leave her ass a nice red, but the redness will dissipate in 30 minutes. It can be used on any part of the body but the face, from the nipples..." She flicked it across Marcia's right nipple, "to her clit..." And she began a steady tapping on Marcia's clit, Marcia writhing, moans and whimpers tumbling from her mouth as if she didn't know if she wanted to cry or cum, "with equal effectiveness."

"Put this blindfold on her," Olivia said.

When I'd done so, she said, "If you blindfold her, put a little spin on her, she doesn't know where the next blow will land, could be anywhere, has nothing to do with where you're standing, because she's moving, not you." She proceeded to demonstrate by giving Marcia's body a spin and as she spun, she would occasionally use the crop on her spinning body, on her breasts, her buttocks, her mound, her stomach, her back, her legs, both the inside of her thighs and the calves.

Marcia would give a little cry each time the crop swatted her, but Olivia was careful. No one area was receiving the brunt of the spanking and her skin got no more than pink each time the leather crop blade touched her. Olivia stopped the spinning and started tapping her folds of her clit again in a rapid but light rhythm. It was effective.

"Master, may I cum?" She asked.

"Cum, little slave," I answered, and she did even thought Olivia continued the tapping upon her clit and sex. Both pain and pleasure.

"You sell all of this gear?" I asked Olivia, who stopped the tapping.

"Yes, the block and tackle, hooks, the suspension boots and gloves, the free swivels, the spreader bars; all of it."

"I'd like to order a complete set."

"Of course. I would also like to recommend that you replace the nylon velcro cuffs with leather cuffs for any time that they won't be getting wet. The buckles make a more appealing visual esthetic and are more secure. I want you to see something else as well." She lowered Marcia to the ground so she could stand, legs spread, but left her with her hands outstretched above her head.

Olivia showed me a female mannequin in the back with a tight leather harness that fit like a second skin on the mannequin, highlighting and accentuating the breasts and groin area, the leather straps crisscrossing the body.

"I believe that your slave would look fabulous in one of these. We custom make each of these harnesses to each slave. You will notice that it has an abundance of D rings in several places in order to secure your slaves hands in different positions. It also has these two D rings on the shoulders of the harness. You can actually use these to hoist your slave in the air, putting pressure particularly on her cunt and breasts because it's designed that way, but all the leather straps means that the entire torso is used for support so it can't harm her. There is enough support they can be used alone, or with the arms as suspension support also. If you put an order in now, it can be ready by tomorrow morning.

I also have these," and she showed me a leather waist cincher that had two straps on either leg, one front, one back, going down to sets of three other straps that would buckle around her thighs. "They have no other purpose than decoration but your slave has the perfect legs and these would set them off so well. And this." She showed me a full head slave mask that covered both the eyes and ears, leaving only the nose and mouth open. "Not only does this work as a blindfold, but it's earpieces suppress sound, making it harder for your slave to hear, further isolating her psychologically, and heightening her other senses, particularly touch."

"I love your suggestions. Please add them to my order," I said.

"I'll get started on the measurements immediately," Olivia said, picking up a measuring tape and going to Marcia.

She called out the numbers to the slave who'd remained behind working on the harness and he wrote down the numbers. There were at least two dozen numbers she called out but she didn't specify what they were, so she must have been measuring in a particular order that they'd developed through long practice.

"One more suggestion, Sam," she said finishing up. "I would suggest that you find and buy a number of thigh high stockings. Your slave has lovely long legs that the stockings would highlight and as the eye moves up the legs, it is drawn to this pretty pussy. She's already stunning but with a slave so lovely, you should really show her off. I don't have any here, but I know they are available down at, I think, the silks display."

"Thank you for the suggestion. She does have luscious legs. I'll see you after 9:00 tomorrow to pick up all of our leather items. Please ship the rest to our home address."

Before Marcia was released, I reinserted the We/Vibe and turned it on. Until the contest we planned entering at 2:00, I wanted my slave to constantly be on the edge of orgasm, without release. Every time she would get close to cumming, I would deny her relief and turn the Vibe off, but turn it on again within 5-10 minutes to keep her wired. She was going to be so ready to cum that I expected almost anything would do it when the time came.

We stopped at the silks display and I bought a dozen of the stockings, some plain, some with woven picture outlines, others with cut outs, all of them gorgeous and perfect for my slave. I particularly liked the ones with kneeling slave girls on them. They appeared to be pleading with a master, but the raised hands were like pointers to her pussy. Afterward we went to the dining room for lunch. Tuna salad for Marcia, grilled roast beef and cheese sandwich for me, caffeine in the form of iced tea for both of us. By the time 2:00 rolled around, Marcia had asked to cum fourteen times, all without completion. I removed the Vibe at 1:45 and we walked to this contests venue, one of the conference rooms.

Master Don was master-of-ceremonies for this contest as well. When he saw us arrive, he smiled in welcome.

"It's time to get started everyone. For anyone who doesn't know me already, I'm Master Don..." He went into the same spiel that he had said yesterday about the convention. "Today's contest was just added last year, but it proved to be a success, so here we are again. This is another slave heat contest, this one testing the slaves responsiveness to mild pain. The slave will be punished by her master, on the breasts, or the buttocks or the sex of the slave or some combination of those. It should be noted, and not that we don't trust anyone, but verification of orgasm will be done electronically again. These electrodes may only go near the clit or nipples so if you plan to punish your slave's nipples, we will place the electrode near her clitoris and if you will be punishing her cunt, the electrodes will go on the nipples, but that prohibits you from using both of those locations as you can knock the electrodes off by striking them. Any questions?"

No hands were raised.

"Then, by a show of hands, please indicate if you you and your slave will be entering the contest."

About 40 hands shot up but as soon as my hand went up, about 30 went down. Apparently, they were already afraid of the competition.

"Wow!" Don said. "That was a sudden reversal. I see that Marcia's reputation has preceded her." Marcia blushed red. "I know my money will be riding on her; if I can find anyone to take that bet. Will the contestants please step up to the platform, identify yourself for the audience and indicate where you would like the electrodes placed on your slave."

We stepped forward and when it was my turn, I said, "Master Sam and slave, Marcia. Place the electrodes on her nipples please."

When it moved on to the next pair, I told my slave, "Display!" When she did so, I said, "The purpose of this contest is to cum. Don't ask for permission, don't hold back. When you need to climax, just cum, little slave."

"Yes, Master."

The technicians came around and fastened the electrodes in whichever location the slave's master had indicated. After her electrodes were fastened to Marcia's nipples, they went to the next couple.

I took the tawse from my bag and set the bag on the floor. I hoped that all my prior preparation was about to pay off.

"When you are ready, please raise your hand," Don said. "Everyone's ready, then one, two, three, GO!"

My first blow went up between her legs, a medium stroke, the main body of the tawse striking her mound and clit, the pointed ends landing on either side of her folds. The second one was higher and lighter, striking primarily her lower stomach, but the points hitting her clit. My slave groaned and exploded, thrashing in an orgasm.

"I can't believe it," Don yelled. "We have a winner already. Marcia with two hits, setting another new record!" The rest of the contestants continued, looking for the second or third place money.

"Position 1, slave. You can touch yourself," I said.

She gratefully knelt on the ground, her hands going to her sex, covering it, soothing it. It wasn't long before her hands went from merely covering it to gently rubbing her slit and easing two fingers in her sheath to keep her orgasm going so the endorphins could do their work counteracting the sting. I replaced her hands with my mouth and let my lips and tongue comfort her traumatized flesh. It was still sensitive so it only took a couple minutes for her to request permission to climax. I lifted my mouth long enough to say, "Cum, slave" then returned to my task. I allowed her to cum twice more before I stopped.

"Stand, slave. We need to leave now if we're going to see the pony dressage."

I helped her up. Don came over and told me he would give me today's winnings at the banquet tomorrow if I was going to be there. I said that I was looking forward to it. We hurried back to the dining room as it had been cleared again for the dressage event.

Pony Play seemed to be quite a specialized area of pet play. Ponies were slaves fitted out as horses. They wore unique boots that made them stand on their toes. The bottoms of the boots were flat and shaped like horse's hooves. The bottoms were hard or metallic so that they made clip/clop sounds as they walked. The boots extended far up the legs so that they were forced to walk with an exaggerated high prancing step. They also wore tack such as a mouth bit, reins, different types of harness depending on what they were doing. They all had butt plugs with flowing horse tails affixed. Essentially everything they did was to remind you of equines.

They had pony race events, pony dressage events, pony cart pulling events, almost anything that horses did, ponies would do also. Ponies could be either male or female, although females tended to predominate. We had missed the pony races the previous evening, but I'd wished to see the pony dressage as I was still looking at the various aspects of the D/s lifestyle. We got to dining room just as the event was starting. The ponies performed individually or as teams. In the dressage event, the ponies had to go through a formal program that introduced all of the pony gaits; walk, trot, canter, gallop and the transitions between the gaits. There were also sideways steps and backward steps that had to be transitioned into and out of. Some of the newer ponies had their arms tied to their sides, but the more experienced knew where to keep their hands and did not have their arms secured.

It appeared that they wanted the male ponies to have erections as they performed as I saw several being fellated by their masters or mistresses or another slave designated to the task. It was a bit funny to see the male ponies with their stiff cocks bouncing about before them, but not any more odd than the breasts of the mares bouncing about as they pranced.

Frank and Cathy were there, observing, supporting the pet play contingent. I had to admit that it was extraordinary to watch all the ponies prancing especially the teams, their hooves clopping together in tandem like Irish dancers as they weaved about in smart formations. It reminded me of the Lipizzanner Stallions. Very precise, controlled, detailed maneuvers showing great stamina and grace. Most of the ponies were sweating profusely before they finished and their masters would rush out at the end of their performances and dry them off and rub them down just as they would do for any horse.

Marcia was intrigued by the intricate performance and display, but I didn't see any sign that she would like to participate in pony play any more than she'd been interested in pet play. When the dressage finished, we went up to our room. Our activities had been rather strenuous thus far, especially for Marcia, and I thought that she could use a shower to clean up and a quick nap before supper and receiving her piercings.

After an hours nap, we went back down to the dining room to find it had been converted from dressage arena back to a place for fine food. Marcia was naked, I was wearing one of the leather items I'd purchased earlier, chaps. It left my groin and ass bare, but I thought it made a Masterly statement. I ordered raw oysters, pasta in a garlic wine sauce, asparagus, and both chocolate almond cake and Greek Honey Dessert. I asked for champagne with the meal.

My slave took a look at my strange menu assortment and asked, "What's going on, Master?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, unless I'm very sadly mistaken, Master; almost every one of the foods you ordered tonight is considered an aphrodisiac. I don't think I'm mistaken."

"No, you're not. Oysters, garlic, asparagus, chocolate, almonds and honey are considered aphrodisiac foods. Very perceptive, detective. But there's nothing going on, other than my desire to restore your sexual energy; that is, if there's any truth to the rumor that these foods will work as advertised. You've had a very strenuous sexual workout the last two days."

"Have you noted any lack of sexual energy on my part, Master?" Okay, I was detecting a note of sarcasm in her last question, but it was a fair one.

"None at all. In fact you seem to have boundless sexual energy; so much so that I'm surprised."

"Then why these foods, Master?"

"Hey, don't forget I'm also eating this food. You may have boundless sexual energy; I think I've got bounds. We still have a full evening and another day of unbridled sexual play in front of us. I'm making sure that I have some pep in my step for the next 24 hours. If it helps you at all too, that's great."

"Does my Master need some encouragement?" She leaned over from her pad with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes and began fondling the hardware; well more like software at the moment.

"Not right now," pushing her hand away. "But keep that in mind for later."

She pouted as if disappointed, then laughed, then got serious again.

"Thank you for not letting Mistress Olivia be too harsh with me, Master."

"I would never let anyone be hurt you, ever. I enjoy these little games we play; more than you will ever know, but I'm not in this to hurt you. It needs to be fun and games for everyone or no one. A little spanking never harmed anyone and as long as that's all it is, I'm in. If anyone tried to hurt you, I'd fuck 'em up bad, if you didn't do it first. To tell you honestly, I don't think Mistress Olivia had any more desire to hurt you than I do. I think she's impressed with you. I think all of these people are impressed with you."

"She sounded as if she really would would want to hurt me if I lost the contest, Master."

"She told me that a lot of punishment is psychological. It's mind games as much as anything else. Did she ever strike you hard when you were swinging suspended?"

"Not really, Master, no. You've struck me harder and you've never really hurt me."

"But you felt helpless, vulnerable, not in control, that anything could happen?"

"Yes, Master."

"You were ready to cum, just hanging there; two fingers once up your cunt and you were ready to release."

"Yes."

"I suspect that when she threatened you with an hour's punishment, you responded to that threat with an adrenaline pop and it helped you win the contest. It's like Alicia's words when she was pleasuring you; a psychological probe to engage your brain, get the biggest, most important sex organ involved in the action. Take you out of comfort zone and push all those little repressed buttons."

"You've been pushing my buttons too, haven't you, Master?"

"Yes, I have. Answer me this. Can you think of a single man that you know, that wouldn't love to take a sex goddess like you and turn her into a passionate, needy, unparalleled, uninhibited, fucking sex machine?"

"No, Master. I cannot."

"Of course, you work in a highly charged, testosterone driven organization, but even thinking of any our friends who are artists, or accountants, or lawyers, or teachers, can you think of one?"

"No, Master."

"Well, I've got one and she is a fucking sex machine, and I wouldn't trade her for anything on earth. I'd rather die broke than live one minute without you in my life."

"Master!" Her eyes teared up.

"Come, sit in my lap."

She eagerly climbed on and I kissed her, my left hand around her back caressing her left breast, my right hand going between her parting legs and fingering her sex, delving into her heated sheath. The waitress brought our food, watched us briefly and left, unnoticed. I heard the sommelier pop the cork on the champagne, but he felt no need to interrupt either. I felt Marcia's nipple grow taut in my hand and felt her moisture lubricate my fingers. I claimed her mouth, kissing passionately, nibbling on her succulent lips, entwining my tongue with hers. I felt her folds part under my fingers and my thumb felt her clit pushing out of it's hood. I stroked it with my thumb while plumbing her velvety depths with two fingers. She began to pant and moan into my mouth and her lips grew more desperate in surrendering fully to mine.

Breathlessly she asked, "Master, may I cum"

"Who's my needy little slut?" I asked.

"I am, Master."

"Who do you belong to, slave?"

"You, Master."

"Cum for me."

"Yes, Master," and she did, bouncing up and down on my fingers, rolling her hips along my leg, crying out in pleasure, surrendering to her passion. When her spasms calmed, I fed her from our plates, giving her sips of champagne, until she was sated.

"Let's go slave, it's almost 7:00. I want to make you even more delectable and desirable than you are now."

"Yes, Master."

We knocked on Mistress Brianna's door a few minutes after 7:00. Zoe opened the door and led us back into the suite. She directed us to the Master Bedroom (that word took on a whole new connotation) where Brianna was lying on the bed, naked. Adele and Sandra were suckling her breasts and another slave we hadn't had the pleasure of meeting, was between her legs, licking and sucking her mistress's bald, slick cunt.

Brianna said, "Slave, sit in that recliner here by the bed; Sam, you can sit anywhere. I find it so relaxing to have a good climax after a hard days work, don't you?"

"I find it relaxing to have a good climax anytime," I said. "Do you mind if I get closer? You never know when you might pick up a few good pointers."

"Help yourself," she said.

I stood behind the chair my slave had seated herself on and idly squeezed and fondled her breasts. I had a very good view of the action from there, as did Marcia.

"Is she any good?" I asked, pointing to the slave between Brianna's legs.

"Oh, damn, is she ever good. She's the best rug muncher I have and they're all good."

"What's her name?" I asked.

"Monique."

Monique would nibble her lips up and down her mistress's folds, slither her tongue up her sheath, take a long swipe of her tongue up her slit, stopping short of the clit, and begin again, all the while sliding a moist finger from her anus, along the perineum, dipping momentarily into her cunt for more lubrication, then repeating that cycle. Brianna's breathing grew heavier, faster, and I could see her cunt contracting on the finger every time it dipped inside her pussy. Marcia's breathing seemed to be mirroring that of Brianna. She was unable to take her eyes from the sensuous carnal sight before her.

"I notice she stays away from your clit," I said. "Is that your preference?"

"I like a real slow, lengthy build up and a fast finish. She'll touch it when she knows I'm ready to cum."

While Monique worked her magic below, Adele and Sandra had each breast in hand, squeezing and massaging the pliant flesh, circling the areola with their tongues, then dipping on the nipples for a quick lick, suck and a brief nip with the points of their teeth, then sliding off to circle the areola again. Brianna's legs were spreading wider, her cunt gaping and her cream leaking, to be quickly gobbled up by Monique on her next swipe of the tongue. I don't know if Marcia noticed, but her legs seemed to be parting in sympathy, though no one was touching her pussy. Talk about pushing buttons, Brianna was a guru of that particular craft.

Brianna began rocking herself back and forth, trying to get more pressure from Monique, then backing off. Her sheath was almost fluttering from the flexing of her vaginal walls. Monique must have sensed her mistress's imminent climax. She shoved two fingers in her cunt, another into her ass and began sucking her clit wildly. Brianna grabbed Monique's head in her two hands and pulled her down against her sex, thrusting her hips up off the bed, plastering herself against her slaves sucking mouth, deep shudders rocking her body, her legs squeezing together so hard I wondered if Monique could breathe. Apparently so, as I heard her continue to suckle Brianna's clit. Brianna was not into quiet orgasms. She was yelling at Monique, "Suck my clit, slave! Drink that cum! Fuck yeah, that feels great! Lick my slit! Ooooh, yeeeaah, you beautiful cunt lapper."

Marcia asked hurriedly, "Master, may I touch myself and cum?"

"Yes," I said, "if you relieve me as well."

I thrust my rigid cock into her mouth. She opened wide and accepted my member deep while frigging her fingers on her own clit. She wasn't the only one stirred up by the sexual landscape presented to us. Five or six good thrusts far inside her hot, moaning mouth was all I needed to send a torrent of my cum spilling down her throat at the same time as she plunged three fingers inside her cunt and spasmed around her own fingers.

"Has everyone had a good cum then," Brianna said smiling.

"I certainly have," I said. My slave might have said something, but her mouth was still stuffed with my prick and I wasn't about to remove it just so she could speak. "I think my slave also had a good one," I said for her. Her fingers were still crammed in her cunt and I could see her sheath contracting around them, liquid droplets leaking from her pussy.

When my cock was clean, Marcia removed her hand from her sex, an embarrassed half smile on her face.

"Shall we get down to business," Brianna said, "now that the fun is taken care off."

She snapped her fingers and Zoe came into the room, bringing some of Brianna's tools in a surgical tray. Brianna pulled out an interesting piece of equipment from the tray, a stainless steel device with one handle equipped with a trigger, going to two arms whose width could be adjusted. At the end of each arm was a circle slightly larger than the width of a nipple. Smaller holes bisected the diameter of the two larger circles with sharp but wide gauge needles poised on the inside of each. I asked about it's purpose.

"These circles go on the nipples so that we can do both of them at the same time. If the person is sitting straight, you can align the handle with the navel. The needles are in a spring loaded mechanism and when you pull the trigger, the needles punch through the holes, into the nipple and then the holes on the other side. You get perfect alignment of the piercings with the body and with each other. Did you bring your nipple bars, Sam?" Brianna asked.

"I did, but I would prefer to use a hoop if possible due to what we discussed earlier."

"Yes, that makes good sense. Give them to me."

I handed her the hoops, both for the nipples and her labia.

"Slave," Brianna said to Marcia, "it's important that your nipples be as erect and full as possible. I will have Sandra and Adele working on them to give me the nips I need for this." She held up her device. "And, while it is not necessary, having a climax releases a lot of endorphins in your system that help with the pain of the piercing, plus it also aids in giving me the erect nipples I need. I would recommend that you cum while I pull the trigger on this baby. If you have something you use for that, you can use it, or Monique can do for you what she just did for me. Your choice."

Marcia looked at me. I knew what she wanted to say, but was afraid to voice out loud. She had been very stimulated watching Monique's pleasuring of Brianna and wondered what it would feel like having a woman go down on her. Brianna was very definitely pushing Marcia's buttons. It wouldn't surprise me if she had not set this up specifically so that Marcia would see the entire thing. I think Brianna was as devious and twisted as I was.

"Your choice, slave," I said.

She'd never expressed an interest in sexually exploring with a woman, and had indicated that "it wasn't for her", women did not attract her. She never flirted with women and had never responded when I saw women attempt to flirt with her. But she had witnessed one of the most erotic scenes that I'd ever seen and the fact that it had involved two women hadn't been lost on me or her. Just the sight of Brianna's orgasm had left her panting in heat. Which way would she go, I wondered.

"Monique please, Master," she said in a small voice, one I had to strain to hear.

"Monique, help a slave out," Brianna ordered. She turned to me and smiled. Hell yes, she'd planned this whole thing.

Spreading Marcia's legs, Monique settled in like she intended dining in for quite awhile. Adele and Sandra sucked and laved Marcia's breasts just as they had Brianna's. Already excited, Marcia's nipples were quickly erect and very hard. Brianna had them lift off for a second so that she could adjust the arms to Marcia's nipples, encircling the nipples with the rounded ends. When she had it adjusted for proper width, she nodded to them and they again worked to keep her breasts stimulated. Monique apparently understood female anatomy very well as I could see Marcia was rapidly approaching release. So could Brianna, so she aligned the handle in a straight line from navel to cleft and as soon as Marcia moaned that she was cumming, the two slaves pulled off her breasts, poured some alcohol or similar antiseptic onto her nipples, Brianna pulled the trigger, and the spring loaded needles did their work.

I could see Marcia give a small start at the pain, but her orgasm seemed to wash the pain away as she kept moaning and thrusting her sex at Monique who continued stimulating my slave into a second, then third orgasm. The needles had reloaded and Brianna lifted the device off her breasts, small dots of blood on either side of the nipples where the holes went through. Marcia was holding Monique's head just as Brianna had, rubbing her cunt on her face which was wet with Marcia's spend.

"That's enough, Monique. Let the slave calm down; you've done your job." Monique stood and Brianna licked some of Marcia's juices from Monique's face.

She handed the hoops to Adele and Sandra and they each took one and inserted it in a nipple. Marcia was still quivering from her release, but the hoops still hurt a little as they went in. After they were inserted and secured, they took some cream from the night stand and rubbed it around and onto her nipples.

"This is the anti-biotic, analgesic cream I told you about. Please put it on every three hours, even during the night, for the next three days,. If you have to take a pill for pain, take Tylenol, aspirin might increase bleeding" Brianna reminded us. "We have to do the outer labia piercing now. I'm sorry but you can't have an orgasm for this one. You might move and ruin the placement, plus Monique's face would be in the way. We'll have to hope that the endorphins flooding your body now help with the next piercing. Adele and Sandra, hold her legs apart and down. Don't let her move them." They put their weight on her legs at the top of her thigh and halfway down. "Sam, stand at her shoulders and press down. She'll want to flinch hard; be prepared." She took another device from the sterile solution in the tray that looked similar to a leather punch except it had a hole for the wide gauge needle to go through and again, made from surgical steel.

She took a clean, dry wash cloth and wiped the cum from Marcia's cunt, explaining that she didn't want her hand to slip. She swabbed the outer labia on the left side with alcohol, both inside and outside, and firmly grabbing it at the place she intended to make the hole, Brianna pulled it up and to the side, applied the punch and made the piercing. For all the movement Marcia made, it may have hurt less than the tawse on her clit during our contest, or she may still be under the sway of the endorphins of four quick orgasms. She swabbed again with alcohol and inserted the hoop, about 3/4 inches in diameter. She took more of the cream and rubbed it into the area around the holes on either side.

Brianna told my slave to stay seated while she spoke to me. We stepped from the room and she gave me all of the adornments which had been engraved except my special order.

"Will it be ready in time?" I asked her.

"You'll be able to pick it up tomorrow morning at 11:00. I have two of my most dependable slaves working on it right now. I'll check the work myself before I give it to you."

"Thank you, Brianna. I'm sure you've given my slave something to remember for a long time."

"I told you I'd make sure she had a good time" she said, smiling.

"As did I. It was a helluva show," I laughed. "A helluva show."

"Oh, silly." She said, posing with a hip cocked forward and her hand up to her face, under her chin. Fluttering the eyelashes over her baby blues at me, she said, "You'll make a poor girl blush."

I laughed again. I'm not even sure she knew how to blush.

I collected our things and my slave and we went back to our room. After showering, I applied more cream to the piercing, and set the smart phone to go off at three hour intervals. I told her to step out of slave persona so we could have our evening chat.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"Not as bad as I thought it would," she said. "I've hurt worse. My endometriosis hurt worse than this. That kidney stone hurt a hell of a lot worse than this. I'll tough it out."

"Would you like to wear a bra tonight?"

"Probably be a wise idea."

I found one of her more utilitarian models and helped her get it on, making sure the hoops were flat before the material closed over them.

"So talk to me about the days activities," I said, "starting with the piercings."

"Two of the other policewomen have nipple piercings and I've talked to them about it..."

"Really! Who?" I asked.

"If I tell you, you'll just stare at their tits trying to see if you can tell they have them."

"If you don't tell, I'll be staring at everyones tits wondering if I can tell. Which would be worse?"

She still hesitated so I reminded her, "You started this by telling me two others have them, spill."

So she told me who. One of them surprised me. She almost had a librarian vibe about her. I was surprised she was a police officer, let alone had nipple piercings. The other one was like 'OK, I can see that'.

"Anyway," she continued, "we spoke and they talked about how much and how long it hurt when they got it and what they liked and didn't like about them. When you suggested nipple piercing, I really had no problem with it based upon our conversations. I would have said hell no to a hood piercing, I'm glad you picked up on that. Can't be running around as a cop having constant orgasms. The labial piercing was more iffy, until I had a real chance to talk to Zoe. She liked the piercing, the dangles when she's exposed as she is now, but being able to take them off if wearing jeans or pants or even shorts. Then the hoop doesn't even get in the way, even on her inner lip, let alone the outer one. I asked her if her doctor said anything about them and she said the doctor thought they 'were quite lovely'. I obviously couldn't wear the dangles much except on our weekends unless we went out of town, but I did find them very attractive. They're provocative and I keep thinking they'll put me in that exhibitionist mode you've seen this vacation."

"We've already talked about Mistress Olivia, tell me about tonight."

Marcia looked down at the bed, unwilling to meet my eyes.

"It's okay, Marcia. I'm not judging. I'm the last one who should ever judge. I want to know what you were thinking, what you felt, where your head was at, all of it.

"I wanted her to lick me, Sam," she said softly. "I wanted her to make me cum."

"Of course you did, I'd have fucked the whole lot of 'em from Brianna on down if I could. The whole thing was hotter than shit."

She looked at me again.

"You don't care that I wanted another person; a woman, to lick me, lick my cunt, make me cum? That doesn't bother you?"

"No, a thousand times no! A guy fucking you, yeah, that would bother me a lot. You know my history. A woman, no, not at all. Look, I can't explain it, I don't understand the psychology of this, but somehow, two women pleasuring each other is beautiful. And maybe, just maybe, it's because if it's a beautiful woman, I can't imagine why anyone wouldn't want to love them. Two guys going at it. Gross. Maybe because I think all guys are ugly and why would anyone want to be with any of us. Fortunately, most women love us, to my absolute amazement. Twisted reasoning, I know."

"You don't think I'm some kind of closet lesbian who's now going to be more attracted to women than you?"

"If you loved cock less, if you didn't almost cum when you sucked my cock, or didn't want me to put it in your cunt or ass all the time, anytime; maybe I might think that. Just because you enjoyed an attractive woman making you cum, doesn't suddenly mean you want to change sides. Here's what I think. I think that what I saw in the room was one of the most erotic things that I've ever witnessed. I practically came the moment I was in your mouth, it was that sexually charged. It wouldn't have made any difference if I was a man or a woman, I would have wanted Monique to put those talents to work on me, to see if I could have what Brianna just experienced. It was awesome. If I felt that way, how can I criticize you for feeling the same way?"

"It didn't scare you? Make you want to call Cocoa Puffs, now."

"Nope. Makes me want to see what tomorrow brings."

"Thank you, Sam. I was so scared. I didn't know what you'd think. For the first time since I came here, I felt ashamed of myself, because I wanted another person to make me cum, so much."

"I'm not ashamed of you. You have done everything I've asked you to do on this trip and more. You've exceeded my wildest expectations. I couldn't be more proud of you. I've wanted to push your boundaries, and I have not seen anything here that makes me want to turn back. I love you. As long as you love me, and we make this journey together, I'm a happy man."

"I do love you, Sam."

"I know you do, little slave. You show me every day."

She started to move to her 'accustomed' slave position on the bed.

"Not tonight little slave, nor tomorrow night, nor any night until your piercings heal. I want to feel your breath on my cheek and feel your kisses on my lips until I'm sure everything is going to be perfect. I'll wake you when it's time to apply the cream. Good night, little slave."

"Good night, Master."

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Marcia slept fitfully all night due to my waking her every three hours to apply her antibiotic cream and the overall discomfort of her piercings. When I got up, I let her sleep. After showering, I threw on cargo shorts and a t-shirt and headed downstairs to pick up all of my purchases, maybe make a few more. Before leaving the room, I applied a little more of the cream, Marcia barely waking when I did so. I left a note in case she woke, telling her I would be back before her next application of cream was needed, but I had more shopping to do. I wrote that if she wanted, she could shower and when I returned, I'd help her dress for the dinner and dance.

On the elevator, I ran into George and Dina, going down for a late breakfast.

"Where's your slave this morning?" George asked.

"Sleeping," I said. "Resting up for the festivities later. It's been a busy couple days and I just had my slave pierced, so she didn't sleep well."

"We're attending the dinner later. Could we share a table?" George inquired.

"Sounds great," I replied. "It would be nice to gaze upon your lovely slave again." I cupped her chin and raised her face so she was looking into my eyes. "I really enjoyed your dance two nights ago, Dina," I told her. "You were most graceful and it was a very stimulating dance."

"Thank you, master," she said, dropping her eyes again. "This slave is glad you liked it."

The elevator stopped and I told George I'd see him a little after 12:30 PM when they opened the bar before the dinner. I headed to the shops, he and Dina going to the dining room which would close at 11:00 to set up for the dinner. I went first to Mistress Olivia's place and picked up the leather harness, the cuffs, the mask, the riding crop and the waist cincher. Everything else would be shipped drop freight to my house.

"Olivia," I asked, "Will you be going to the dinner? I know you close down at noon."

"Of course, dearie. I never miss it, everyone undressed in their best attire."

"Undressed in their best. That's a good way to describe it. I'd like to stay in touch if I may, can I get your email address? You never know when I might have to order more."

"Let me give it to you now. Thank your slave for me. With the bet I made, I don't think I've ever enjoyed such a profitable convention."

Next stop, 'The Stockroom' exhibit and I ordered a Sybian to be drop shipped the same way. He still had a couple of the discounted Sybians from the contest and he gave me an additional 25% off. Ted told me that they'd done twice their normal business this convention and attributed that to the overall hotness of my slave and her demonstrations using their stuff. I thanked him for cutting me a deal and headed for the clothing exhibit.

Due to the piercings, I thought that Marcia's breasts should not go unsupported while they were still sore, but I didn't want them covered either, so I chose an black open cup shelf bra that would limit movement, but not hide a thing. He also had some black, open-toed sandal fuck me pumps with little gold hand-cuff decorations and four inch heels in her size so I took them as well.

The last stop was Mistress Brianna's Slave Baubles. As I walked up she came out to greet me.

"Where's your delicious little slave, Sam?"

"Still dozing. Not very restful sleep last night, but she'll be fine as frog's hair in another day or two."

"You're using the cream, right?"

"Every three hours, as directed. Were you able to finish my special order?" I asked.

"Just finished it about a half hour ago. Come in back and I'll show it to you."

I stepped behind her display, nodding to Zoe and Adele as I went by. They were walking around the display area promoting their Mistress's wares. Two others I hadn't met were also modeling her 'adornments'.

"I think these came out fabulous," she said, removing them from a velvet bag. "What do you think?"

I looked over the pieces she'd fashioned, two small ornaments for her nipple hoops and another set of dangles for her labial piercing.

"These are perfect," I said. "They are exactly what I was hoping for. You did a remarkable job, particularly considering my sketchy description." I lifted them to make sure they weren't too heavy.

"I'm rather proud of them myself," Brianna said.

"Will you be at the dinner and dance?" I asked her.

"I'll be there with all nine of my girls; I never miss them," she said. "It gives me another chance to mingle with potential buyers, pass out business cards, perhaps take some last minute orders for mailing. I usually have each of my slaves and myself seated at as many different tables as they have room for. Never miss an opportunity to mix business with pleasure, I always say."

"Perhaps you would like to be seated at my table. I'm sure they'll be room."

"Don't be too sure, Sam. It may be the hottest ticket in the house."

"Come early, I'll be sitting with the Gorean Master, George, and his slave, Dina. Do you know them?

"I think so," she replied. "I can ask around if I'm unsure."

"If you sit there before I arrive, you should find a seat then. Dinner's at 1:30, I'll get there around 12:45."

"Great idea. I'll do that."

"Can I get your personal email. I have a feeling that our paths might cross some time in the future. I might even like to ensure that they do."

"Sam, do you have more button pushing planned for Marcia?" She said grinning.

I smiled at her. "You never know. Things do come up."

"You naughty boy," laughing. "Take one of these. I have my personal email on the back for my special clients."

I paid for my purchases and headed back to the room. Marcia was still asleep when I arrived, but there was still another hour before her cream had to be applied again. We'd shower first, then I would apply it before we dressed for dinner. While I waited, I added the names, addresses and phone numbers of those I might need to contact at a later date to my smartphone.

We needed to leave after the dance this afternoon and catch a red-eye home, so I packed everything we would not need for the rest of the day and the flight home. Thankfully, Marcia had another day off and wouldn't have to return to work until the following day. I'm sure she'd still be tired. The hotel would be closed tomorrow for a full scale cleaning before they would admit other guests the day after. We paid a premium for our convention due to the extra pay for the staff, the steam cleaning and the two lost days before and after. Can't have the straights mixing with the freaks, after all. I know some of the other conventioneers were planning on staying in Vegas for a few more days, but they would have to check into other hotels to do so.

I woke Marcia up when it was time to get ready. When she showered, it was necessary to move the hoops while applying soap to them to ensure they stayed clean and moved freely through the piercings. While Marcia could do the ones on her nipples, she had to have help with the labial piercing as it wasn't that easy to see, so I took another shower with her.

I asked her how they felt.

"It's tender, Master. I knew they would be. Can't be poking holes in yourself without a little soreness, after all."

"I have some items for you to put on after we've applied your cream. I'll help you with your outfit."

"I have an outfit, Master?"

"As much as anyone here. You're going to look incredible. For today, I do not want you in position 1 at all. It may put additional stress on your labial piercing that we don't need. I do not want you kneeling or sitting on the pad at dinner. I will ask the waitress for a chair for you with a cushion. You will either be standing or sitting, as I direct. Do you have questions?"

"No, Master."

We got out of the shower and I applied the cream after toweling off, using a bit more than usual because we'd had to move the hoops. The numbing agent in there really did help the soreness. I gave Marcia her thigh high stockings which she put on, then the waist cincher. Her waist didn't need any cinching, but this was primarily to set off her legs as well. She buckled it to her waist, buckled each of the three straps encircling her thighs so that the lowest was at the height of her thigh high, then adjusted the connecting straps between them. I gave her the new bra which sat under her breasts and pushed them out to exquisite perfection. I gently kissed each one.

"These will keep your breasts from moving too much," I said, "but still leave them breathlessly visible." She laughed.

I then added some of the 'adornments' we'd purchased yesterday. I attached the gold bracelets with the chains that connected to her nipple hoops, the gold Omega slide necklace with the red 'for Valentine's Day' stone and chains also attaching to the nipple hoops. I had her put on the fuck-me pumps.

"Display!" I ordered.

She tried, but the high heels did not allow her to spread her legs that far apart.

"While you are wearing these shoes only, little slave, you may put your feet a shoulder's width apart instead of the usual spread while displaying."

"Thank you, Master."

I added black leather ankle cuffs to her ensemble and added an anal butt plug with a red crystal to her little rosebud asshole.

"Now for the Piéce-de-Resistance," I told her.

I carefully removed her new jewelry from the velvet bag. Two small golden bells with a diamond inset into the canon, or top piece of the bell which I also fastened to the hoops in her nipples.

"If they are too heavy, or your nipples become more sore than now, let me know and I'll take them off," I said.

"Master, they're lovely. Whatever made you decide to get these for me? Are those real diamonds?"

"They are real diamonds and do you remember at Christmas, you told me that you didn't think that you could ever hear the chiming of bells again without getting wet?"

"I do, Master," she said shyly.

"I think that you should be wet for me every time that you wear these bells."

"I'm wet now, Master."

I ran two fingers through her cleft. She was right. I licked her dew from my fingers.

"I have one more piece to make my slaves outfit complete."

I pulled from the velvet sack the remainder of her jewelry and showed it to her. It was another dangle for the labial piercing. Two hearts intertwining, with 'Sam's Valentine' engraved on them. Suspended below the hearts was another bell with the diamond inset as part of the bell canon.

Marcia gasped. "Sam, it's gorgeous. I can't believe you had this made for me. I love it." She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me, clinging to me fiercely.

Of course I had to ignore her forgetting to call me 'Master', didn't I. It was the reaction I'd hoped for.

"Let me attach it to your hoop," I said, kneeling before my Goddess. "They're quite light, but if they become too painful, let me know and I'll take them off."

"I don't know if I'll ever want them off again," she said, looking down at me as I clipped them to her hoop. "You're a most beneficent master to adorn your slave this way."

I put my arm around her waist and led her to the full length mirror on the closet door.

"Look at yourself," I told her. "What do you see in the mirror?"

She stared at herself, the lovely stockings and leather cincher, leading the eye to and framing her cunt, gold and diamond jewelry dangling below her sex; her breasts on a platter, nipples stiff and proud, chains leading to her collar and bracelets, bells swaying on her nipples as she drew breath, chiming with each breath she took.

For two minutes she said nothing, then, "I see a needy slut slave, one who wants to be fucked; a slave so beautiful that every man would want to fuck her, who at the slightest word from her master, would kneel down and take a stiff cock into her mouth and suck it until he climaxed down her throat, or bend over and take a cock into her cunt or ass and cum in an instant as it filled her. I see the personification of sex."

"That's what I see also, my little slave," I told her. "That's what I see."

I left her standing in front of the mirror and put on my outfit for the day, leather pants with three buttons over the top of the cock flap which would unsnap to release my cock in a moment, held up by two suspenders, although it also had straps going around my torso buckling over my chest and stomach. Masculine, casual, in black, so I didn't clash with my slave's attire. It had pockets for our room card and Marcia's cream and enough cash for a substantial tip for dinner. The dinner itself would be added to the room bill.

I collected my slave from in front of the mirror and headed down to the dining room with her. The rolling of her hips as she walked in her high heels was amazing. The dangling jewelry below her cunt forced her to walk with her legs slightly parted which accentuated the walk even more. I might have to give my slave heels more often, even around the house. My pants were already becoming uncomfortable. The bells on her nipples and dangles jingled merrily in tune to her stride. I believe she was walking with more pride and self-assurance than I'd seen since we got to Vegas. Freedom. Brianna was right. My slave really had blossomed here in Vegas.

We got to the dining room and found George, Dina and Brianna seated at one of the tables. I had Marcia display towards the majority of the dining room as we were sitting in a back corner.

I told her, "I'm going to get some drinks for us. I want you to display like this until dinner is served. You are a beautiful slave, people will want to touch you. Let them. Brianna," I said, "if my slave needs to cum while I am gone, give her permission." She nodded in response, and I told George, "Don't let anyone get too personal with her, she's just been pierced and everything is still sore. She is not anyone's fuck toy but mine." He agreed that he would keep an eye on her. I turned back to my slave. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Master."

Brianna was right, shortly after we'd chosen our table, it filled up rapidly, as did all the nearby tables.

The line for the drinks was fairly long and I was forced to wait around fifteen minutes to place my orders. As I stood in line, I would occasionally glance at my slave. She stood displayed for the entire room and quite a few of them wandered over to inspect her, most just looking, but a few touching, never obnoxiously. I saw one woman run a finger up a breast from the bra to her nipple and a man knelt down to inspect her labial piercing, reading the engraving and taking a swipe at her clit with his tongue. George said something and he backed off. I didn't mind so much, but I'm glad George was taking his duties seriously. At that point, I felt safe in ignoring anything happening behind me.

"I'd like a Manhattan and get me a frozen daiquiri for my slave," I ordered when I reached the bartender.

He fixed the order and I walked back to the table with our drinks. I gave Marcia a couple sips of hers before sitting down.

"How many times did my slave have to cum?" I asked Brianna.

"Just once. George was very diligent in keeping the most handsy away." She smiled at me, which I returned.

Don came over and gave me my check for the contest yesterday.

"I didn't think it was possible for your slave to look more lovely than she was yesterday, but I was wrong, dead wrong," he said. "You have found a way to make her more fuckable than I believed possible. Please come back next year."

"It's certainly within the realm of possibility. We have enjoyed ourselves very much."

Master Don leisurely swiped a finger through her cleft from sheath to clit, Marcia gasping at his touch. He stuck the finger in his mouth and walked away, muttering "Delicious, simply delicious". We had made our selections for the dinner as part of our check-in process. I had chosen Prime Rib with a béarnaise sauce, Marcia the chicken cacciatore. Precisely at 1:30 the wait staff began delivering our meals. Many of them had dressed down for the event and I saw a lot of lingerie on the waitresses and underwear on the waiters. Our waitress was wearing a transparent lace halter top and matching transparent lace panties below. Only the name tag hanging on a chain around her neck gave us any indication that she was a staff member, and not one of the guests. It read 'Mary'. I asked her to bring another chair for my slave with a cushion on it.

"It's complicated," I replied to her unspoken question. She returned with the chair and cushion and placed in beside me in place of the pad.

When she was done making the rearrangements, she asked, "Do you mind if staff members touch your slave?"

I glanced at Brianna wondering if this was one of her ideas. She shrugged her shoulders as if to say that she didn't know what was going on, but nodded, indicating I should allow it.

I said, "Be my guest," interested in what she would do.

She tentatively brought her hands under Marcia's breasts and up to her nipples. She closely inspected the piercings and the many chains leading to her collar and bracelets, and jingling the golden bells suspended from the hardened peaks. My slaves breathing quickened. She ran her hands down her waist, touching everything, examining the buckles and the tightness of the leather straps. Next, she ran her hand over Marcia's shaven mound, lingering at the clit, peaking from between her folds. Marcia's hips began to move slightly, pushing against her hand. Eventually her hand continued it's downward journey through my slaves honeyed slit, finding the piercing below, and bending down to examine it, read the engraving, testing the weight.

Her hand still rested in Marcia's cleft and pantingly, my slave asked permission to cum.

"You may cum, slave."

Mary left her hand there, feeling the contractions of my slave's cunt and the increased wetness as Marcia released, her mound rubbing against Mary's hand. Mary brought her hand to her face and sniffed the dampness, testing it with her tongue, tasting it.

"Must she always get permission to cum?" Mary asked.

"Unless she wishes to be punished," I replied.

"How do you punish her?" She asked.

"Slave, tell her how you're punished," I ordered.

"I am paddled on my ass, or my master whips my breasts and pussy. It varies, but he usually makes me cum as he does it. He is a kind Master," she said. "Most masters don't care if a slave is pleasured when she's punished."

She stood, saying 'thank you' for the privilege of touching my slave. "I'll get your dinners now," she said.

George was having Dina service his cock and Brianna said, "That was one of the most innocently hot moments that I've ever seen. I wish Monique was here now. God, do I need relief. I'll bet that when the convention comes next year, Mary will be someone's slave, serving a man or woman, which one I don't know; any takers?"

"Not me," I said. "I tend to agree. Right now she's enamored with the idea of being a lovely slave like this one. Why do you think that she would be serving a man? She appeared to like everything she just touched."

"Because Marcia serves a man, silly. She wants to be just like her, down to the piercings, the jewelry, everything. She sees herself in exactly that role. If Marcia was serving a woman, it would be no question. She is enamored of the female form, the female sex. I could see that too. But if she wants to be Marcia, she'll have to serve a man. With any luck, she'll find a master that allows her to be used by both sexes."

"You may have a seat, slave. You've stood long enough," I said.

Marcia sat down, pulling her dangling jewelry forward between her spread legs. Mary soon returned with our orders and we had a delicious meal, talking and laughing, having a wonderful time. George even offered the services of Dina to provide Brianna a release after he climaxed in her mouth, which Brianna gratefully accepted. Dina disappeared under the table and Brianna's face lit up like a Christmas tree when she felt Dina's tongue servicing her. For the most part, she was able to participate in our conversation, until at one point her hands gripped the table hard and I heard her telling Dina, "Drink my cum slave, lick my clit. That's fabulous, keep doing that." When Dina came out from under the table, her cheeks were smeared with Brianna's juices. George wiped her face with a napkin.

I allowed Marcia to eat her own food, wanting to eat my own while it was still hot. My Prime Rib came with a baked potato and broccoli and Marcia's chicken came with angel hair pasta in white wine garlic sauce. We had more drinks and champagne and really, no one was feeling any pain. The dessert was a strawberry shortcake with a chocolate cream center and a red chocolate kiss on the side.

We lingered at dinner until 3:30 when the band was scheduled to start. I applied more of the cream to Marcia's piercings, Brianna looking on in approval. We meandered down to the club as a group, taking our time, enjoying the company. We took a table near the dance floor and I allowed Marcia to sit again. I'd brought her cushion from the dining room in case they had no soft chairs available. It was a good thing I did, because they didn't. When the band started, they played mostly slow songs, even old jazz classics, and I was a little surprised until I realized that why would anyone want to dance far away from their partner when your partner was a hot naked slave.

I, of course, wanted the first dance with my slave. I didn't hold her too close while we danced, knowing her nipples were probably sore despite the cream just being applied. It was a marvelous dance, never having danced with such a luscious naked slave before, and it was doubly titillating to be dancing amongst so many other naked or near naked people. We sat down after the dance, but first George, then Brianna also wished to dance with my slave and I allowed them to do so. Marcia loved to dance.

After Brianna was finished, Marcia was tabbed for a dance by Master Don and Brianna came back to the table and sitting beside me said, "I wish you were a Gorean, Sam. They buy and sell their slaves all the time. I'd pay top dollar for a hottie like Marcia."

I laughed. "Even if I wanted to, you know, sell my wife, it's just a part-time gig for her. I don't think you could make her give up her full time job, Brianna. But I wouldn't sell her for all the money in the world. It's not that important to me. She is."

"You must have spent close to ten grand on her jewelry, when you include the diamonds," Brianna said. "They were good stones."

"She's worth every penny. She looks good in gold, doesn't she?"

"She'd look good in horse shit. Who're you kidding." We both laughed, George joining in. We talked about this and that, me glancing up on occasion to see how my slave was doing.

By now Marcia was on her third dance partner after Master Don, another Mistress. She was almost as naked as my slave and I loved the sight of both their breasts touching as they danced, Marcia's the higher of the two, but both well formed specimens of feminine pulchritude. When that dance ended, I snagged another dance with her.

"Are you having a good time?" I asked, twirling her around.

"Surprisingly good, Master," she replied. "You don't even have to guess if the men have a salami in their pockets. It's really quite obvious when no one has anything on."

"Do I have a salami in my pocket?" I asked smiling.

"No, Master. I have seen that particular salami before and it's no salami. That's my treat for when I'm a good little slave."

"Have you been a good little slave?" I asked.

"I think so. I won't know for sure until my Master gives me his treat."

"Would you like your treat now, little slave?"

She sank to the floor in front of me, ready at that moment to claim her treat. She undid my snaps and was on my cock in a heartbeat, sucking it deep into her mouth. The only dancing I was doing now was a slow thrusting into her luscious lips. The people danced on around us, most ignoring our lust, but a few followed with their eyes as they moved past. Her talented tongue teased my glans, swirled over the head, teasing the frenum. I thrust deeper and she opened her throat to accept the fullness of my prick. With her hand, she massaged my sack.

"You do that so well, little slave. I won't be able to hold out for very long. Soon you'll have your reward."

In response, she used her other hand to stroke my rod, encouraging the cum to flow from my balls. Five or six more deep thrusts into her throat was all I could manage before unloading my delivery into her waiting mouth. She swallowed all but one tiny drop that escaped from the corner of lips.

I pulled her up and licked the stray droplet, kissing her lips after.

"I love you, little slave."

"I love you, Master," she replied.

The dance finished and another Master tapped my shoulder to dance with my slave. I was walking back to my table when I heard a loud exclamation behind me, and George, Brianna and even Dina jumped to their feet, looking behind me. I turned to look and saw the Master who'd just tapped my shoulder to dance with Marcia, in a hammer lock, Marcia forcing him painfully down to the ground. He was screaming in pain, his hand pushed almost up to his neck behind his back.

I rushed back to her, Master Don and several others also running over. I asked over the loud hubbub buzzing around the room what the problem was.

"This cretin! This pig!" She exclaimed, pointing towards him with a nod, her eyes blazing, "He just tried to use this slave without her Master's permission! He tried to lift me up and set me down on top of that dinky little thing he calls a cock!"

Master Don and three other long-time masters grabbed the sniveling little piece of shit and duck walked him off the dance floor and into a bathroom. I held Marcia in my arms, trying to calm her down when Don returned.

"I'm sorry. Every once in awhile, we get an asshole like that who thinks that any slave is his for the taking. We will disabuse him of this notion and he'll never be welcome back here again," he said. "Are you okay?" he asked Marcia. "He didn't hurt you or anything, did he."

"No, he didn't hurt me. He's lucky I didn't break his arm, the little turd!"

"Hey! He didn't know. You don't mess with The Marcia!" I said in a poor imitation of Adam Sandler, trying to interject a little levity. "You don't mess with The Zohan, but you especially don't mess with The Marcia."

Marcia laughed, and when she laughed, Don laughed, realizing it was crisis averted.

"Do you want to leave the dance?" I asked her. "We can go if you want."

"I was having fun," she said. She looked around the room, at all the people still staring at us. The band was silent. "Do you think anyone else will try and mess with me?"

I looked around as well and so did Don. Most of them still had their mouth's open in various levels of astonishment. "I don't think so," I said. "Me either," said Don.

"Then I want to stay a little longer, Master. Dance with me so I can forget that twerp. Play music!" She yelled. "More music. Let the dancing begin."

The musicians started playing again and I started dancing with my little slave. I finished the dance. She didn't have quite as many partners lining up, asking her to dance, but after a few more dances with no one else ending up on the floor, her dance card started to fill up again. I even saw Ted, Ben and Mistress Olivia dance with her. I had a couple more dances with her, as did George and Brianna. George and Brianna also danced with Dina. I danced with both Dina and Brianna.

"Sorry, George, but I'm just not into dancing with guys," I said as I took Dina for another dance.

"No problem, Sam. I'm not either," he said taking Brianna to the dance floor.

Just before 6:00, I found myself dancing with my little slave again.

"How are your piercings?" I asked. "Still tender?"

"Truth be told, Master, my feet are hurting much more than my piercings. I don't often wear such high heels and I'm not used to them."

"We have to leave in a little while. We're catching a 9:30 flight. I'm all packed except for what we're wearing and our travel clothes are all laid out."

"Let's leave now, then. No point in dragging it out when my feet are so sore, Master."

We thanked Master Don for the wonderful convention. Stopped by our table to say goodbye to George, Dina, and Brianna, Marcia hugging them all, as did I.

We packed the rest of our things, put more of the cream on Marcia, donned our traveling clothes and were checked out and on the hotel shuttle by 7:15. Marcia was quiet on the whole, thinking of the entire convention and the part she'd played in it. After we took off and the seat belt sign went off, she raised the armrest between us and laid her head against my shoulder.

I thought she was sleeping, when an hour into our flight, she whispered to me. "I'm still your slave until tomorrow morning at 7:00. Do you want to join the mile high club with me?"

"What about your labial piercing?" I whispered back. "Shouldn't we wait."

"I don't think the mile high club requires straight sex," she whispered again, grinning. "I have two other holes you can use."

I thought about it for a second. "You're right. I don't remember any rules about what hole you have to fuck to join," whispering.

"I'll meet you in the bathroom on the left in three minutes," she said, climbing over me. "Knock when you're in the clear and I'll let you in."

I grabbed her arm and held her back to ask, "How do you want to do it?"

She grinned again. "You tell me, MASTER!" Barely whispering on the last word, and walked down the aisle. Okay, I deserved that.

The thing of it was; there's no smoking in the lavatories in flight and that rule was already out the window, because my slave was smokin'. Three minutes later, I was headed to the back of the plane. Happy fucking Valentine's Day to me.