Best sex slave ever 6

Monday, all the conventioneers checked-in at the Convention Center. Samantha Burns, being the hostess of the host city, welcomed the delegates from the podium. Conservatively dressed in a navy blue, pinstriped business suit, she was pleasant in her opening remarks, but at the same time let it be known that she was strictly business during this convention.

She then introduced Frank Andrews from Chicago who is the President of the IT Association. He was a tall, wide shouldered, brown haired man with a loud resonant voice that commanded attention. He was a no nonsense fellow who prided himself on efficiency and sense of accomplishment.

It was, however, his abrupt manner that alienated himself with some of his colleagues, including Samantha Burns. There was even some suggestions made at Sam’s hospitality gathering, that he be replaced. That, however, would take quite an effort since Frank was extremely popular among the conservative element
of the association. And who would have the intestinal fortitude to run against him?

Mr. Andrews spoke for about an hour about what had transpired in the past year and what the association would hope to accomplish this coming year. He then introduced the Keynote Speaker, who was a CEO of a large computer company who also spoke for an hour.

When they adjourned for lunch, Sam immediately taxied back to the hotel to check on Marcie, whom she had given free rein in the room but was forbidden to leave. The Chinese food that the mistress had ordered while the main speaker was giving his oration, had been dutifully delivered and was sitting on the kitchen counter
when she arrived. After the two ladies enjoyed the savory repast, it was time for dessert. Sam hiked up her skirt. After she had her slave remove her black panties with her teeth, the Mistress made thorough use of Marcie’s talented tongue.

The afternoon session proved to be quite beneficial, especially for Samantha. Every one of her motions were seconded and passed. 

That evening Sam allowed Marcie to don her new outfit and accompany her to an exclusive downtown restaurant. However, in order to remind the buxom blonde of her status, the mistress required the slave to wear a pair of nipple clamps with no bra underneath the wine colored button-down blouse. In addition, a butt plug was also inserted.

At the restaurant Marcie was allowed to order anything on the menu, which made the slave extremely grateful, especially since Sam’s company was footing the bill. Being clamped and plugged, the slave managed to endure the succulent meal with as much grace as possible.

When the duo had returned a few hours later, the Mistress smiled when Marcie immediately stripped, hung up her new clothes and descended demurely to her knees clad in her required attire with the nipple clamps and butt plug still in place. Those red panties made the slave’s blonde hair radiate that much more and Samantha admired the lovely sight indeed.

Marcie was informed that she had done nothing to be punished for this day, to which she smiled and thanked the regal Mistress. However, she was also informed that since she was Sam’s sex-slave for a week, her body was available to Mistress Samantha whenever the dominant lady wished. Marcie nodded in assent.

That being understood, the tall dominatrix ordered Marcie over the spanking horse and bunched the soft material of her panties up so that more of the bent over slave’s cheeks were showing. A stiff spanking with a wide leather paddle was followed by a front and back whipping while the slave was suspended from the
chains. For good measure Sam bent Marcie over, stripped off the panties, removed the butt plug and fucked her up the ass with a strap-on. And of course, the Mistress required Marcie to go down on her once again before the ladies retired for the night, with Sam in the bed and her slave on the floor.

Marcie’s body was used by Sam in this manner every day during the entire week, except Wednesday evening. On that day after the convention had adjourned for the day and during which Samantha Burns was nominated to run against Frank Andrews for President of the Association, a knock came on the door of PH6. Quickly banishing Marcie to the back room, the tall brown haired woman smiled smugly before she answered the knock.

“Come in Frank,” she said even before she swung the door open to look at the blustery face of none other than the Association President. Samantha knew the broad shouldered midwestern man wouldn’t take it very well that another person, especially a woman would dare to run against him.

Not bothering with polite salutations, Frank’s dark brown eyes bore into Samantha’s forehead. His deep resonate voice filled the room. Sam knew what was coming.

“What on earth are you thinking Sam?”

Ms. Burns, who stood nearly as tall as Frank, allowed the door to shut before she replied in a polite but stern voice. 

“Let’s put it this way Frank. There were quite a number of delegates at my hospitality party who proclaimed a large degree of distaste for your leadership style.”

Her forthrightness astounded him. “What in thunder is wrong with my style!? My goal is to get things done efficiently!”

Samantha paced in front of him and then looked pointedly into his eyes. “Frank, let’s cut to the chase. You want to remain president?”

His eyes narrowed. “You know I do Sam,” he said with obvious dismay.

“But you know I could beat you!” She declared.

His stone-face expression spoke volumes.

“But Frank I’ve got a deal for you.”

His inquisitive look almost made her laugh.

Sam continued. “I’ll bet you’d just about anything to keep your presidency.”

The octave in his voice lowered considerably. “What do you mean?”

“Frank, I’ll let you keep the precious position...under one condition.”

“You’ll let me? What makes you think you’d beat me in an election?” He said as his voice rose.

“Because I’ve taken a poll of the delegates Frank!”

“That’s preposterous!”

The ire rose in Sam’s face. “Okay big man, have it your way...You’ll be the ex-president by the end of the week!”

“But I thought you said you have a deal?”

“I do...but like I said, under one condition!”

“Which is?”

Her nostrils flared as Samantha looked daggers at the blustery man. “If anything I say right now gets repeated to anyone outside this room, I’ll see to it that you never hold another position of any kind in this Association!”

His face reddened and he knew she meant business. His resolve waned. “Okay, whatever you tell me will be strictly confidential.”

A lascivious smile crossed her face. “I’ll let you stay as president...if!...and only if!...you get on your knees before me this instant!”

The stunned IT executive looked at her leather blouse, which, because he was so focused on her eyes, he missed when he entered, and noticed the ample cleavage. His eyes wandered lower to her tight leather mini skirt and her high heel boots. He swallowed hard. She looked deeply into his eyes. His voice nearly whispered
his response.

“You can’t be serious!”

“As a heart attack Frank!” She pressed.

His facial features seemed to loosen, then he looked around to make sure nobody else was witnessing this most debasing moment.

“And you won’t run against me?” He said in a pleading voice.

She nodded. “That’s right Frank.”

“And this will remain confidential?” He pleaded further.

Her front lip curled. “Absolutely!”

When Frank Andrews’ knees hit the floor, it was a sight she was hoping for but never thought would come to reality. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever think that this proud, virile looking man would humble himself in this manner. It was a moment in time worth noting, so she took her time. She slowly circled his broad-shouldered form, formulating in her mind exactly how she would proceed.

She stopped in front of him so that his face was even with her black stockinged knees.

“Slave!” She declared while gazing down at him. When he failed to respond, she reached out and grabbed a handful of his thinning dark hair and yanked his head up. Once again she mouthed the degrading word, ‘Slave’!

She glared at him. “The proper response is ‘Yes Mistress’!”

He fumbled for the words but he managed to eke out a proper response.

Mistress Samantha was indeed a bit buoyed by this man’s obvious physical strength. He outweighed her by fifty pounds and could easily crush her if he so desired. Yet, under that meaty masculinity and blustery bravado contained a man who was so used to controlling everyone and everything and who secretly craved
for balance in his life. He needed someone who could control him so that he could just let-go every now and then. The person standing in front of him in black leather glaring down at him, was indeed that someone.

After demeaningly uttering those humble words, he waited for her next command. He didn’t have to wait long.

“It is a requirement, slave, that all slaves kneeling before me shall be naked!” When he hesitated, she picked up a meaningful looking flogger and lashed him across his shirt-covered back. “Did you hear me, slave!” She emphasized her point by giving another slash.

“Yes Mistress!” He replied achingly as his fingers flew toward the buttons on his shirt. Spurred by the menacing implement Samantha was holding, it didn’t take long for the now subservient man to be in her required state.

Then whacking him on his now naked butt, she ordered him to get on all fours. Suppressing a sarcastic snicker she whacked him again with the whip and ordered the big man to walk toward her made up dungeon. Once inside the back room and after meeting Marcie, he was commanded to stand. His wrists and ankles were anchored to the metal contraption.

Mistress Samantha then took a position behind him and began whipping him all over his back and buttocks, before caressing him sensuously.

“You like this, don’t you slave?” She needled him. “You want me to whip you, don’t you slave!?”

His resonant voice lowered to almost a whisper, “Yes Mistress.”

Sam gladly obliged, raining slash after slash. She even came around front and gave a few meaningful slashes to his pecs.

Frank was a strong man who had a lot of stamina and he withstood the lady’s painful punishment and was also extremely turned-on by her tantalizing touch. Maybe this sexy siren had indeed awakened an inner need. When Mistress Samantha touched his raging rocket, he thought he was going to come instantly. But when
she closed her palm around his dangling balls, he winced from the slight pressure.

Then she needled him. “Who’s slave are you, slaveboy!?”

The fat cheeked Chicagoan swallowed hard and replied humbly, “Yours Mistress.”

“Right answer slave! You’re a fast learner indeed!”

“Thank you Mistress!” He answered succinctly.

Sam then looked over at Marcie and pointed to a spot in front of the suspended man. The sex-slave knew what to do. When she gathered his hard cock between her lips, he gasped in utter exaltation. Then he felt a hard whack right in the center of his hanging white-cheeked buttocks. The hard leather paddle covered
both of his hind moons as Mistress Samantha spanked him steadily with hard, rhythmic strokes while the sex-slave sucked his cock.

Then on a signal from her Mistress, Marcie ceased. Samantha did as well and stood directly in front of her prey.

“You want more of this, slaveboy!?”

“Yes Mistress,” he mouthed desperately.

Taking full advantage of his present status, she once again enclosed her hand around his vulnerable gonads. “The next time we meet, you will report to me in my suite, wherever we are. Is that clear?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“That means naked and on your knees!”

“Yes Mistress.”

She released her grip and ordered Marcie to proceed. Samantha also proceeded. She literally spanked the cum out of him as her sex-slave drank his juice greedily.

**

Meanwhile back at Mistress Samantha’s estate, Mistress Hilda has been having a ball with the slave, Derek. Everyday, during the lady of the house’s absence she has indeed checked on him. Like that first day, the tall, short cropped blonde always managed to find fault with him, which gave her a reason to punish the submissive male unmercifully.. She spanked him, whipped him and butt-fucked him. Diabolically she’d tease his balls knowing he couldn’t expel his built-up, pent-up semen .However, since Derek was indeed a masochist he really didn’t mind this treatment.

But today was Saturday and the tall, dark haired man eagerly awaited the return of his true Mistress.

His instructions were to pick up Mistress Samantha and Marcie at the front door of the Hyatt at precisely 10 am, which he did. Upon seeing the conservatively dressed duo exit the building he beamed with elation.

His Mistress was such a commanding presence, he felt honored just to be seen with her. He gladly lifted her heavy suitcases into the trunk and happily opened the rear door of the Town Car and then off he drove with his precious passengers smiling and talking merrily.

When the luxury sedan entered the elegant grounds of Samantha’s estate, Hans’ two seater was already sitting in the circular driveway. Marcie’s eyes lit up when she saw her Master. Although Samantha had treated her well, she truly missed the tall, Germanic gentleman.

He had missed his slave as well, for when Marcie exited the Lincoln, he immediately walked swiftly over to her and hugged her lovingly.

He also hugged Sam, his dear friend. She told Hans how terrifically Marcie had performed and that he should be proud of her.

The smile was still on his face when Hans pulled out of Sam’s property and headed for home with His sex-slave.