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Archive-name: Bondage/atconf.txt
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Archive-author: Akai
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Archive-title: At the Conference
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Disclaimer: This story includes bondage, dominance, pain, you
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got it. Act accordingly. On the other hand, its not wildly
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hard core, lots of head-space stuff, so... Act accordingly. it
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is copyrighted to Akai, but feel free to distribute, so long
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as you leave the disclaimer in in full.
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At The Conference...
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She looked around the hotel room and thought <hmmm, there are, too,
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advantages to working a conference>. Certainly, as starving grad
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students, neither he or she could afford a room at a hotel like this.
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Organizing the volunteers had been a bitch, but she was looking forward
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to the conference. She spotted the balcony overlooking the city
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streets and blushed. She was reasonably sure her Master wouldn't miss
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that opportunity when he got here!
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Pulling off her traveling clothes, she couldn't quite face putting
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on her professional demeanor and finding the chairwoman quite yet.
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<My kingdom for a couple of hours of sleep> she thought. The bed
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was comfy (not surprising, given the cost of these hotel rooms!),
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and she began to play with herself distractedly, running her hand
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through her bush, teasing her clit, while she thought of her Master,
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and wondered what he might cook up.
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"Well, I see you're appropriately dressed, slave, but I don't remember
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given you permission to masturbate..." <Damn, she hadn't heard him open
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the door!>
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"I'm sorry, Master, but I was thinking of you," she flirted,
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hoping <and not hoping> to get away with her infraction.
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"You're being pushy, again. For a slave, you seem awfully rebellious."
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He stopped, hearing a knock on the door. After looking through the
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peephole, he got an evil grin on his face, backed off, and announced
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"be right there..."
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"Open the door, slave."
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She stared at him in dismay. Sure, fantasies were one thing, but real
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life? "Now," he said, smacking her ass hard enough to leave a mark.
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"Yes, Master." On the other side of the door stood an astounded
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bellboy. He took in her full breasts, tiny waist, and slightly rounded
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stomach with the faint stretch marks that were the emblem of
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motherhood.
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"W..would you like some ice, Mam?" the bellboy stammered, offering her
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a full ice bucket.
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"Do we want ice, Master?"
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"Yes, slave, and don't forget to tip the fellow."
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She took the bucket from the frozen bellboys hand, and fetched the
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empty bucket from the dresser. Handing the empty bucket to the still
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staring bellboy, she felt her inner demons take over, said "Buy low,
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sell high," and closed the door. <Damn, she thought, *why* do I do
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these things?>
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"That wasn't nice, slave. Funny, but not nice. Now bring the ice,
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fetch the toy bag from my pack, and come out onto the balcony."
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Turning to follow her Master's orders, she tried to control her fear
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and excitement. He knew that while she liked bondage and had become a
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real enthusiast for certain kinds of pain, she was still intimidated
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<turned on, granted, but seriously intimidated> by the thought of
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anyone else seeing her. To truly dominate her, he had to push her
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limits, if only a little bit. <Gee, if I get past this, I wonder
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what he'll think up next?>
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Her Master stood on the balcony, pulling his long red hair back
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into a ponytail. She shuddered with anticipation. Pulling his
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hair back was a sure fire sign of a fairly serious scene. At the
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door to the balcony, he blindfolded her and cuffed her wrists
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behind her.
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"There are a million people down on that street," he whispered in her
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ear. She strained to see through the blindfold, but the silk hugged
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her face too closely. He bent her forward over the waist-high solid
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railing. Her breasts hung down into the warm breeze. She felt as
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though they were huge, that someone from the street would reach out
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and touch them any moment, although they were, in fact, a good fifteen
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stories up.
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"Ooo!" she squealed, as she felt ice against her thighs, moving
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towards her clit. The cold felt good in the heat, but drove her
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wild when rubbed against her clit and into her snatch. She
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jerked, and her breasts swayed, reminding her of her exposed
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position <almost forgot about that, lost in the sensation...>.
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Her Master reached around and ran the ice over her nipples,
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leaving them erect and aching to be touched.
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"They like seeing your nipples erect," he said, returning the
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ice to her clit. "Lets make them sway a bit more." She felt
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his hard cock draw across her snatch a couple of times, then
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insistently pushing against her asshole. The water from the
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ice had diluted her juices, so he was barely lubed. She
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concentrated hard on relaxing her asshole and accommodating
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him, but the ice he was still using on her snatch and clit
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effectively prevented that. She gasped in pain and pleasure
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as he thrust his way into her.
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"I'd clamp your nipples, but I want the folks on the street
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to think you're a slut, not a wierdo." She had forgotten about
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them again, and she gasped again as her feelings of exposure
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made her even more tense. Her Master began to thrust in
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earnest, rubbing hard on her clit, and pushing her belly
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painfully against the balcony railing. She lost herself
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into the experience completely, drowning in the conflicting
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sensations. The spasms of his orgasm pushed her over
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the edge, and she came in waves, collapsing, held up only by
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his hands around her waist.
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In silence, her Master drew her back from the balcony into
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the room. He uncuffed her hands, turned her about, drew
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off the blindfold, and smiled down into her eyes.
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"Hello, my love," he said.
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