My Voyage of Submission Ch. 15

This dual stimulation was quite arousing and succeeded in making me cum quite often and quite intensely. As I orgasmed, my cunt would clasp his cock in a wet embrace, contracting through the waves of pleasure. He would pause his fucking when he got close to cumming, though not the manipulation of the plug, so I still climaxed around him. In this way, Art was able to last twenty-five minutes before spurting a heavy load in my cunt. We were the last two to finish and Francesca and Belle cleaned me up afterward, having done each other before I was done.

Showering together and taking care of our pre-bed rituals took another half hour. I took the time to download "The Story of O," before I joined Master and Miranda in his bed. When I joined them, she was flushed and panting, her legs still spread with cum leaking from her cunt, the very picture of well fucked slave. Without being told, I attended to her to keep from soiling the sheets, then Master. She got up to shower and Master asked me to get him hard again so he could plant more of his seed in her fertile furrow.

Before Miranda returned, Master had me mount him and slowly fuck him. She sat on his face to start, until I'd had two orgasms, then he made both of us get off and he finished off in Miranda, missionary, plowing hard and deep to inject his sperm deep inside his wife. Once again tasked with maid chores, I lovingly gave her another orgasm, only lapping at her outer folds, before attending Master. As Master and Miranda talked, I started reading about O.

O was a very submissive woman, that much was obvious from the book, though she said she did what she did out of love, not submission. Her boyfriend, René, brought her to Chateau Roissy and explaining outside in the car that she was now to stay here. He had her remove her undergarments and enter Roissy. She was bathed and dressed in nothing but a long cape the first evening, and used in all three holes by four men including René, whipped with a riding crop which left marks on her and introduced to the next two weeks of her life.

O was given clothes, a whalebone cincher, which narrowed her waist, leaving her breasts and sex bare, then a long dress which did nothing to hide her breasts. Her lower limbs were well covered, but the dress could be raised in front or behind and secured with a belt to expose her sex or ass if needed. This frequently was done, to let the men who used her, take her, leaving the signs of their passion dripping out, or to expose the welts and stripes they'd laid on her skin. O was given light duties during the afternoon or evening, such as serving food or drink, tidying the study, sweeping, but her main responsibility was to be available for people's pleasures, all men. There were no women Dominants at Roissy.

There were male valets who wore pants, and also allowed to fuck or punish her, who chained her to her bed at night. The club members, for that is what they seemed to me, wore robes like the one O first wore, which exposed their cocks. The submissives had to remain silent at all times, and were asked no questions which they couldn't respond to by nodding or shaking their heads. They needed to keep their eyes lowered at all times, which was a submissive posture, but also forced O to look the cocks of all the men she was required to serve.

Master had recovered enough to fuck Miranda again by the time I finished with O's stay at Chateau Roissy. I waited until they were finished and had cleaned both of them before asking questions.

"Sir, might I ask a little about Chateau Roissy, the one I'll be going to?"

After he said I may ask away, I asked, "Sir, will Lynn be able to be my Mistress, as they have no Mistresses at the book Roissy?"

"Yes, they've entered the modern age enough to recognize women are Dominant's as well, and there will be male slaves as well, not just women as in the book."

"O was whipped severely enough to leave marks which remained throughout her stay, Master. Will they mark me that way as well?"

"No, that would be a violation of your slave agreement with me. The temporary collar you'll be given is color coded. You collar will identify you as to leave no long term marks, and how many swats any individual may whip you. It will be limited to two. The clothing you'll wear will be similar to the clothing at Roissy. Anyone may fuck you, using any of your holes. You're expected to tidy up cocks after yourself, so use your enema equipment before you go for when they fuck you in the ass, as they will. You can be sure no hole is left untouched.

"Your sister slaves can't tidy you after your use. They like to see the slaves with cum crusting around your holes, so they may know when all three holes have been used. For that reason, they may also cum on your face, or at least wipe themselves on your cheek when you've sucked them off. Obviously, your stay will only be a few hours and not two weeks, so you won't be chained to any beds, but expect to be chained to whipping posts or other punishment locations."

"Since you won't be with us, Master, what, if anything, should I do if I see someone who appears to be involuntary?"

"The clothing may cover more than usual, so it may not possible to identify them the usual way, nor can you speak, so can't ask anyone their names or where they're from. It will make it difficult to do more than make note of it. My understanding is there are conversation groupings of four to eight chairs, none of which will be occupied by a submissive. The submissives may not be attending to their own Dominant, so you might not be able to tell if anyone is owned by a particular person. You can keep your eyes open and listen to see if anyone is addressed by name, but other than that, don't do anything."

"Yes, sir. Do you need more help fucking Miranda tonight?"

"I believe I'm done for the night. I'll give her another helping of baby batter tomorrow morning."

We each cuddled into one of his arms. I put my hand down to touch his cock and found Miranda had beat me to it. I smiled over his chest at her and moved my hand down to cup his sack, nodding off quickly. It would be a busy day tomorrow.

******

Master deposited his cum in Miranda again in the morning, though he did fuck me for several minutes before doing so, just to let me know he hadn't forgotten me. We had time for breakfast again, all together. Master asked if Hannah and Lynn were satisfied with his slaves performance.

"Francesca was delightful," Hannah said.

"So was Belle," Lynn said. "Much better than when she was with us last. Francesca should be commended for the work she's done with her."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"This morning, you have a private showing at the House of Chanel at 0930, and this afternoon, you're attending a fall fashion show at Christian Dior. Remember, you may only buy what Lynn approves. Lynn, if you see anything you wish to have for Björn or yourself, let Beth know and she'll purchase it for you. Hannah has upped your credit card limit to $200k, Beth. I'm sure some of these items will be expensive. Miranda, if you find a few nice outfits for work, feel free, just make sure they're sexy enough for me without being totally slutty for your job."

"Yes, Master."

"Angelique is working the Dior fashion show," Hannah said. "If she has time at some point before or after the show, give her a couple orgasms from me."

"Yes, Mistress, happily," I replied.

Master had us drain the balls of our three bodyguards after breakfast, then Al went with Hannah and Master to his meetings, while Ethan and Art went with us for the rest of the day. Captain Amundsen was also with us because of Lynn and even though he wasn't a bodyguard like the others, he looked like one due to his size and stature. Because Miranda was with us, we were dressed more conservatively than usual.

We got to Chanel and they brought us into the back where there was a seating room with chairs for all but Art and Ethan who chose to remain standing. Four in-house models then showed us a wide variety of clothing while the sales person described the clothing shown. They had water, coffee, wine and an assortment of pastries. If we were interested in a garment, it was marked down in an order book with the size wanted.

I chose a few items there; a long red velvet dress which would sweep the floor, a floor length cape which might go over anything, and a business type skirted suit, the skirt going down to mid-calf. Each time I picked an item out, Lynn would ask why I chose it. The dress and cape reminded me of items described in "The Story of O."

"I could be bare under the velvet dress and it would help keep my legs warm, yet Master would only have to lift the bottom of the dress and have access to me."

About the cape, I said, "It would cover me and keep me warm, yet I could wear anything or nothing beneath it and Master could open the cape and I would be open to his gaze or his hands."

"The material of the suit will keep me warm, and I was thinking of a transparent blouse beneath the jacket."

"Make sure you buy the blouse to go with it," Lynn said when she approved the suit.

"Yes, Mistress."

At around 1115, Lynn had a whispered conference with the sales person. The woman nodded and smiled at the end of the brief conversation. She went into the back room where the models changed and came back a few minutes later. When she returned, she nodded.

Lynn turned to me and said, "Follow her back to the dressing room, Beth, and lick to orgasm any of the models who wish it. If you make the first one scream, I'm sure they'll all partake of your services. You, however, may not cum."

"Yes, Mistress, thank you."

I followed the sales woman to the dressing room and found one of the models waiting for me with nothing on and her legs spread, waiting for me. I did make the first one scream and the others quickly clamored for my services as well. They were prepared by the first, so none of them screamed, at least aloud. I spent the next three quarters hour on my knees pleasuring each of the models to an orgasm apiece. My lower face was wet with their discharges when I finished and they handed me a scented, damp towel for removing make-up to me so I could wipe my face.

The first one kissed me and said, "Merci, mon cherie. That was exquisite."

"De rien, mademoiselle."

"You speak French?"

"Non, merely enough to say thank you and you're welcome."

"Will you be in Paris long? I would enjoy seeing you again, if you're free."

"My schedule is not my own. Do you have a card with a number to call if I can free time for you."

"Oui." She dug in her handbag and pulled out a card. It only had her name, Delphine, and a phone number.

"My name is Elizabeth, but my friends call me Beth," I told her, tucking her card away.

"By what name should I call you?" Delphine asked.

"Given what just occurred, I would think Beth is appropriate, Delphine."

She kissed me again. "Please give me a call, Beth."

"I would love to, Mademoiselle."

I rejoined my comrades and paid for everything we purchased.

"Please send all of our purchases to the Four Seasons, George V," Lynn said, "Suite five."

"Oui, Madame."

Better delivered as it was a lot of packages.

We were seated for lunch at a delightful outdoor cafe, the weather still warm enough for dining al fresco. Lynn asked, "How many of them did you lick to orgasm, Beth?"

"All of them, Mistress. As you said, once I made the first one scream, the others quickly followed in her footsteps."

"Who was the one you made scream?"

"The pretty black haired one who modeled the cape I purchased, Mistress. Her name is Delphine. She wondered if she could see me again." I handed her Delphine's card. "I'm to call her if Master approves."

"She knows you're a submissive?"

"No, Mistress, only that my time is not my own and I needed to clear time if I wanted to see her again."

"Intriguing." Lynn took a picture of the card and texted it to Master with a brief explanation of what happened. She told the others, "Except for Miranda, the rest of you might expect to do much the same over the next few days."

"Yes, Mistress," Beth and Francesca replied.

"What did you do while I was busy, Mistress?"

"I picked out some lingerie," Lynn replied. "Whatever made Björn's dick the hardest got purchased."

"That's one way to decide what to buy, Mistress. Does your fiancé need any relief?"

"Belle took care of him, honey," She patted my cheek. "We had to find some way to pass the time while you were gone."

"What did you say to the sales person to get her to allow me into the dressing room?"

"Only that you were a horny little slut who thought all the models were beautiful and you wondered if any of them would enjoy having an orgasm for their trouble."

"You described me to a T, Mistress."

"Are you aroused, Beth?"

"Always, Mistress."

"Show me."

I put my hand under my skirt and ran a finger through my slit, pulling it out to show my finger well slimed in my fluids. Lynn put my finger in her mouth and licked it clean.

"Mmm, good as ever. Anyone else want a taste?"

Everyone raised their hands. "Masturbate to an orgasm, Beth, then share your delicious pussy juice with everyone."

"Yes, Mistress."

I was aroused and it didn't take but a couple minutes for me to gasp into an orgasm. I didn't scream, but I did make enough noise that the couple at the next table heard me and looked to see what was happening. They realized what I was doing because my hand remained under my skirt long enough for them to tell. I dipped my finger into cunt six more times and each of my table mates licked some of my cum off my fingers. Of course, having them lick my fingers also made me aroused.

The couple seated beside us both came over and wondered if they could sample some as well. They were a handsome couple in their mid-thirties. Lynn nodded and I scooped up more for both of them, the woman first. She tentatively licked at the tip of my finger before smiling and licking it clean.

"You need to taste, Alonzo. It's quite tasty."

"I'm well aware, Rochelle. I've tasted women before, including you."

Rochelle blushed. I gave Alonzo a taste. He licked and sucked my finger much longer than he needed to clean my juices off.

"Very good, though I prefer it directly from the source, Mademoiselle."

"I'm afraid we don't have time this afternoon, Monsieur and Madame," Lynn said. "We have a prior engagement."

"Are you not dining here?" Alonzo asked.

"Yes,"

"Our apartment is right across the street. It wouldn't be more than a few minutes. My wife would greatly appreciate the opportunity to have sex with the young lady. She's never been with a woman before."

"A half hour, then," Lynn said, "and her bodyguard goes with to make sure she's not harmed, and only your wife. We'll get your food, Beth."

I nodded and Ethan and I followed the couple across the street. They were on the second floor and as soon as Alonzo closed the door of their apartment, I was kissing Rochelle, fingers plucking at her clothes. I startled her with the intensity of my attack, but she soon surrendered her lips to me and my tongue swept in to claim her. I was so needy at the moment, given the way I'd spent my morning, the quick climax at the cafe doing little to slake my ardor. As soon as she was undressed, she worked to remove mine as well. My hands were otherwise occupied, one arm holding her close while another hand was questing through her public hair for her slit, sliding two fingers inside when I found her slick tunnel. She gasped, spreading her legs slightly to give me more access as she worked to remove my blouse and skirt. Naked, we toppled onto a large couch, kissing and petting, hands restless.

Alonzo sat on a nearby chair and pulled out his cock, stroking it as he watched his wife and I fuck. I'd say making love, but that didn't nearly describe the frantic passion. Judging her to be near a climax, I pulled my fingers from her slippery sheath.

"Mon Dieu, don't stop," she begged. "I'm so close."

"I'm not stopping. I want to taste you, cherie. Are you ready to taste me?"

"Oui," she moaned, desperately wanting release.

I turned and lowered myself over her, turning slightly sideways so my weight wouldn't all be on her. I felt her tongue dip into my nectar, moments before I dipped into hers. At that moment, I stopped thinking of my pleasure, thinking only of hers. She quickly orgasmed three times on my tongue, gasping delightfully each time. She finally gave me mine and I covered her lower face with my cum, climaxing hard for her, despite her inexperience. I heard Alonzo gasping and saw him shoot his cream up in the air, going a foot or so up before coming down in his lap.

Rochelle climaxed two more times and me once before Ethan told me it was time. I reluctantly got off her as she took two more fast licks. Alonzo handed us both towels to clean off our faces. His cock was still sticking out of his pants and looked hard again. I suspected he and Rochelle would be fucking as soon as we left, perhaps as heatedly as I had. I put on my clothes leaving her panting on the couch, her legs still spread exactly as I'd left them. Alonzo let us out of the apartment and I wasn't two steps from the door when I heard Rochelle squeal as she was filled.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Ethan said as we descended the stairs.

"I always enjoy myself."

"You sure do."

I smiled at him, pointing to the bulge in his pants. "I'd do something for that small problem you have, but I'd need Master's permission."

"Hey, it's not so small."

"No, it's not. I wasn't referring to the size, but the effort it would take to relieve it."

"No kidding. Ten seconds tops."

I stopped on the stairs and he almost ran into me. I dropped to my knees and removed his cock, inhaling it. It took twice as long as he'd estimated, but gave me a full load, pumping quickly.

I stood up, wiping my lips of a stray drop, zipping him up again.

"I won't tell Joshua if you don't."

"Yes, you will. As will I. Lying to my Master is worse than what we just did. He understands you men get erections which need to be relieved at times. Lying about it is much, much worse. We'll also inform Lynn since she has control of me today."

As we crossed the street, I gave Lynn a thumbs up to indicate my mission was accomplished. We piled into the limousine Master had hired us for the day and headed for the Dior fashion show. I reported to Lynn I'd sucked Ethan off to relieve the pressure. She nodded and handed me my lunch which I ate in the car.

"Miranda, since Ethan has been relieved, you may suck off Björn, Francesca, take care of me and Belle, relieve Art."

As I ate, the back of the limo was filled with the sounds of slaves gobbling cocks and licking a cunt, along with the sounds which accompanied such activities. It was arousing me again, but I had to be satisfied with the salad. The dressing wasn't as sweet as a nice cunt, but less salty than sperm.

We had front row seats for the fashion show. We each had a pad of paper with the different outfits the models would be wearing and a place to indicate how many and at what sizes. I already knew my European sizes. I sat there with a pencil and waited to see what was offered. The models started coming out after about fifteen minutes to flashing lights and pumped up music. I recognized Cara Delevigne, Candice Swanepoel, and both of the Hadid sisters, though Gigi was visiting, not modeling due to her pregnancy, as well as Angelique. Having been to Miranda's wedding, they remembered us as well and we got a couple winks, or flashes of smiles.

I thought the see-through rain coat would be nice in rainy weather, so ordered one of those. There was some type of skin tight snow gear. It was neck to ankles, and gave Master no access to my body, but was skin tight and there might be sometime I needed to be fully covered. I was from Florida, for God's sake. I got cold when the weather got into the fifties. Lynn approved both of them.