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CHAPTER 15B: EUROPE: INTERNATIONAL DOG SHOW

As it turned out we all slept long and hard. Well, I think mine was the hardest. Which probably also explained why I was the first to wake up. I check the clock and see we were still a couple hours out of Rotterdam, Netherlands. It was then that I noticed that I wasn’t sitting upright and my cunt wasn’t full of dildo. Sometime after falling asleep someone had taken mercy on me and turned off the machine. I got up off the seat and saw where there had been a large wet area where I had been sitting. It was now dried so it had been turned off long enough that I was not leaking my juices and for it to dry even sitting in it. I really needed a shower but I wasn’t sure I would be getting one before the hotel.

The clock also told me I still had time to completely fulfill my obligations for the flight, even if they were rather loosely defined. The pilots. And all it took to get into the cockpit (my dirty mind loved that) was a knock on the door and, “Gentlemen, this is Michele, your ‘Friendly Skies Hostess’ wondering if there is anything I can do for you.”

As I was exiting the cockpit, and there were two of them in there, I met Marie in the galley getting coffee going. She looked at me and shook her head, “When I woke and didn’t see you, there were two options, but when Anthony came out of the bedroom and you weren’t there, it only left one. I suppose you used that ‘Friendly Skies Hostess’ line, again?”

I looked at her and smiled as I turned and walked into the main cabin swinging my naked hips and flipping my hair back. “I think it is quite effective.”

Mr. R and Anthony watched me approaching and he said, “Michele, there are some clothes laid out for you that you will need for getting through customs, the airport and getting to the hotel. You probably should grab a quick shower while Marie prepares the coffee and breakfast.”

I leaned over and kissed each of them, “Thank you both for a most enjoyable flight. And, with my clothes under the plane I was nervous about how I was going to get through that.”

“Michele, that has to be one of the reasons we love you so much. You are here as OUR sex playmate and YOU are thanking us for the pleasure you had.” Mr. R gave my ass a swat, “Now get in that shower. Marie still needs to get in there, too.”

Negotiating customs and the airport went smoothly. The dress Mr. R had for me was a bit on the short side and the top dipped an awful long ways down between my ample breasts (naturally without any underwear which allowed me to jiggle and sway as I walked), but I made it without incident. I was a little worried that such a blatant outfit might be suspicious of trying to get past customs by distraction. But, nothing happened and there was a hired limousine waiting for us. Our bags were stowed in the trunk and we climbed in. And, again, there was virtually no way of accomplishing that without flashing everyone outside the car watching and of course the driver who was holding the door. At the hotel it was a repeat performance for the bellhop.

I really like the way Mr. R travels. The hotel was first class. Mr. R had a suite while rooms were assigned to Anthony and Marie and I were sharing one. And I knew it wasn’t to save money. Not at a place like this. I suspected Marie had requested it and I had no objection. It was a little before 6:30 AM local time. We agreed to get some sleep and meet again at Mr. R’s suite for coffee and brunch and plan our day since it was open for our wandering until dinner time when we would meet again to go to the dog show with Mr. R. I had never been to Europe so I was looking forward to a little investigation of Rotterdam.

By the time we were delivered to our rooms, our luggage was already there. I didn’t even bother with the unpacking the suite case. I kicked off my heels and pulled the dress over my head and turned to Marie. She had more clothes on but between the two of us she was out of them faster than ever before. On the way up in the elevator we exchanged whispers the others ignored and agreed that a little intimate time was worth a little less sleep. So, as I was stripping back the bed covers and top sheet, she was climbing in and positioning herself. I jumped on and immediately reversed myself from her and entered into a 69 with her. Both of us were into each other’s pussy with lips and tongue. Marie may not have re-entered sex with men after her abuse on the streets but she sure was active with me.

I pulled her knees up and spread them out, completely spreading her sex in front of me. Our energy and urgency might have been misinterpreted as a desire to finish quickly and get more rest. In fact our urgency was simply our shared desire to once again satisfy our built-up lust for each other. Ever since our time shared at Mr. R’s estate, we have coveted these moments together. Marie had been terribly abused while on the street and forced through d**gs to endure horrors that no woman or person should. The safety and care provided by Mr. R and the staff at the estate had allowed Marie to heal in many ways but she had never regained the sexual security to re-engage in normal sex between man and woman. She had, however, found it comforting and natural to allow that intimacy with me. And that caring intimacy between us fostered a loving relationship between us that in no way threatened either Tim or Mr. R.

But none of that needed consideration or contemplation now. Our relationship was secure and comfortable. All we needed was the time and privacy to indulge our desires. One of the wonderful things about Mr. R (and Anthony for that matter) was his recognition of that and the importance it could be to Marie to have and nurture such a relationship. While he could easily have wanted (and perhaps he really did) this time to spend with me in his bed, his consideration of those who were close to him always came out as positive influences. Mr. R was a man of extraordinary means but his interest in his closest associates was always evident in his care, respect, and protection. And Tim and I were now in that closest associates circle.

But now my attention was fully and completely on Marie as I could feel that hers was on me. My mouth, lips and tongue searched out the pleasure points of her pussy and into her cunt with my fingers. My lips and tongue teased her lips and just into her pussy, separating her lips and coaxing out her juices as her arousal grew. Slipping my tongue further into her cunt, I engulfed her with my mouth, driving my tongue deeper into her. Then back out I sucked and nibbled on her lips, one side, and then the other. As I introduced my fingers into the play, my tongue and lips sought out her clit, licking it, sucking on it, then flicking her sensitive nub with my tongue. We each kept at each other like this for at least fifteen minutes until Marie pulled her face from my own cunt and pleaded with me, “Oh, goddddd, Michele! Please, make me cum, please, I need to cum now!” And that was the cue that we each focused on making the other cum, to orgasm together and jointly, into each other’s faces and mouths. And we did, both succeeding closely enough together that neither of us would be aware of the difference as our bodies tensed and shook, bucking our crotches into the hungry mouth of the other. Drained but satisfied, I crawled up next to her, put my head on the pillow next to hers and felt her cuddle into my me, her naked body pressed into mine, her hand finding its way to one of my breasts, cupping it and quickly falling asleep. I joined her shortly after.

We woke with a start at the room phone ringing. Marie rolled to the phone on her side and answered. She put it back and rolled into me, kissing my lips and then moving down to my breasts, kissing each and sucking each nipple. Returning to my lips, she crushed me with her mouth and her hand roaming down to my pussy, slipping a single digit into me and bringing it out and sucking it clean. She looked at me, “That was Anthony. Brunch and coffee will be delivered at Mr. R’s suite in thirty minutes. He said he was told there is a nice beach on the coast and to wear a bikini under our clothes. But I need a shower, first.” Her eyes twinkled, “Care to join me?”

We kissed and stroked each other as we soaped and rinsed each other but we had too limited time to get too far into anything more. We left our room, hair still mostly damp, and wearing tight tank tops and shorts over bikinis. In my suitcase I found that Tim had only packed my wicked weasel bikini. Marie, still very self-conscious of the sexual impression she gave off was wearing a more conservative bikini. Of course, anything would be more conservative in comparison to what I was wearing.

Arriving at Mr. R’s suite we found the two of them in the living area with plates and coffee on the coffee table in front of them. They both got up and gave us kisses and hugs. Anthony teased, “You girls look a little tired, yet.”

Mr. R jokingly hit Anthony on the arm, “Anthony! They are both still recovering from that long flight and time zone change. Beside … I don’t think they got as much sleep as we did.” Marie and I looked up sharply and saw the two of them trying desperately not to laugh at their teasing. But it was all in good fun and the kind of teasing that only really close and trusting friends can do. Although I was on this trip as a sex-object Mr. R didn’t limit that to him or men or dogs, for that matter. He recognized the intimate relationship Marie and I enjoyed and he not only recognized it but endorsed and encouraged it for Marie’s sake.

While Marie and I filled our plates with food and got our first cup of coffee, Mr. R was repeating the plans he had already laid out to Anthony. Anthony would accompany us wherever we wanted to wander today until late afternoon. At 6:00 PM we would be picked up by limo to go to the exhibition center for the dog show finals. After the competition and the winners awarded their prizes, we would adjourn to another hotel where the ‘Champion Rewards’ would be conducted. That was the delicate way of putting it. More straightforward was where I would be mated by each of the champions in the large dog breeds who had participated in the contest. Mr. R didn’t say, but it was clear there was more at stake than just winning the opportunity to fuck me. There must be some serious money changing hands between the winners and losers within the breeds competing. These were all wealthy and powerful men, like Mr. R. Even though he wasn’t showing a dog at the competition we felt he had something at stake, too.

Mr. R also stated that since the travel to Amsterdam tomorrow was for the evening activities in the live show clubs, Marie had elected not to participate and would be staying in the hotel. So, he decided we should also spend much of the day tomorrow in Rotterdam for additional sightseeing. Then we would take the intercity high speed train to Amsterdam. The plane would meet them there for travel to Berlin while Tim and I went by train to Belgium. Tim still hadn’t let on what was planned there but I knew something devious was on his mind. It had occurred to me that there was a hot, little minx from Belgium that we communicated on-line with about dogs and submission. I wondered …

As we are enjoying the room service brunch and coffee, we discuss what we might do for the day. Mr. R suggests something low key would probably be best since my evening will be quite the opposite. Marie said we should start out at the beach since Anthony had us put our bikinis on. Anthony said he was told it is on the coast and is easily accessible, is topless and if you are brave enough (hello!) even totally nude. Anthony spreads a city tourist map out on the table. He locates our hotel and then finds the beach described to him. It appears we can take the city train that runs along the river Maas to the last station called ‘Hoek van Holland Strand’. From there is a short walk past a Beach Club ‘The Bing’. The beach appears to be quite long, right on the ocean, and looking out the window we see it is a beautiful, warm day.

Marie and I both give Mr. R a kiss and thank you and with Anthony as protector and escort, we head out in search of the city train. We are immediately struck by how many bicycles there are in the city. It would appear to be a major form of transportation relied upon by many people. Private cars are so obviously relied upon in the US but clearly not as much here. The city train turns out to be a wonderful time. The people seem so friendly and welcoming. I comment on that and that the people really do seem quite happy. Anthony states that he remembers reading a UN report recently that studied 156 countries and listed The Netherlands as the fourth happiest as measured by the residents responses to a series of questions about their lifestyle, etc. It certainly appeared that way to me. At the last station, we got off with a lot of others who were apparently also headed for the beach. The people on the train were so friendly that we found ourselves talking to them in English. We apologized for not knowing Dutch but they brushed it off. Once walking onto the beach we are invited to join them for the day but we had to decline because of our short, tight schedule.

We decide to walk up and down the beach rather than sitting in one spot. We are much more interested in the dynamics of the people than sitting in the sun. Marie has already stated that she is not going topless and certainly not nude. As we start our walk, we notice that not many people are nude so I keep my bikini bottoms on but do go topless. Of course my bikini bottoms are nearly as exposing as going nude. From the back there are just a few thin strings, one around my waist and the other down into my ass crack. The front is only slight better. There is a strip of cloth maybe two inches wide that tapers to the same string once past my pussy. I also have the feeling that wet, it may be fairly transparent. As we walk, I am conscious of the potential that the little bit of cloth there might slip into my pussy lips as I move and I am frequently moving behind either Anthony or Marie to hide my hand going down to check and often to pull the cloth back out. At least it is not i*****l to be nude as I see an occasional nude body lying on the beach.

At one point Anthony notices a young woman sitting topless on the beach, leaning back, supported by her arms, looking out over the ocean and probably the passing people. Since she is wearing sunglasses, it is hard to tell what she is really looking at. But I can see that Anthony has taken quite a voyeuristic interest in her. She is youngish, maybe my age, thirty maybe. Anthony stops and comments to us about her breasts and nipples. This is interesting to me and I am sure to Marie, as well. I wonder what it is that he thinks we are interested in discussing another young woman’s breasts and nipples. But, since he really is quite taken by her, by them, I become interested by his evaluation. She is not large, but nice size. Not perky, firm and standing out like mine but perhaps hanging a little lower. But her nipples. Mine, and my breast are larger, the nipples sit on the ends pointing out. Hers are a little different. The nipples sit up higher, not quite on the ends. But they are hard. They seem to be getting harder. It occurs to me that she is watching us watching her. Seeing this, Anthony is even more interested. “Maybe she would be interested in an encounter with you, us.”

I watch. I say, “I don’t think so”. Not that I wouldn’t want to. She is beautiful, in fact it occurs to me that there may be a certain someone in her life that might use that word for her. By the right certain someone it could be a good nickname for her. But she seems to be getting embarrassed by the attention, also. “No, that would be pretty bold of us, anyway, but look at her reaction. It is like maybe being topless is enough of an adventure for her”. We continue walking on. But I look back. She is still watching, her head is turned to us. I smile. She nervously returns it. Too bad, I think, that we are so busy with everything that is planned. For some reason she looks like someone I would like to sit in a café with. Just to talk the afternoon away.

We walk for several hours and head back toward ‘The Bing’ and our route to the city train. We pass the young woman on the way back. I walk to her and comment on the beach and the city. She thanks me, understanding that I am from the US and a tourist. I comment on the sun and how nice it feels and look down at her breasts which are now covered by her top. She follows my eyes and clearly blushes. She shyly says, “Don’t want a sunburn.” And smiles equally shyly.

I smile as I stand nearly naked in front of her and not shyly, “No, that wouldn’t be good.” I say goodbye and leave. I decide not to turn again. I don’t know her and I don’t want to draw any undue attention to her in case friends or associates are casually watching.

At ‘The Bing’ Anthony gives us our tank tops and shorts and we got dressed for walking to the train station. We take the city train back to the downtown area and find a nice café to have a light lunch and a beverage after being in the sun. Since it was already early afternoon, we spent the rest of our time at a large park area that was having a market with artworks and handicraft on display. The small shops in the area filled the rest of our time. We agreed that tomorrow we needed to be better dressed to venture into some of the museums and historical sites we saw. Some decisions would be required, though. We were seeing more than we could possibly fit in. However, some was better than none and sightseeing was a plus since it wasn’t the reason for our being here. Certainly not the reason for my being here.

Returning to the hotel, we went straight for Mr. R’s suite to get the details for the rest of the evening from Mr. R. He had been exceedingly general in the information he has given out so far. Arriving at his suite, Anthony knocked and Mr. R opened the door for us. He had a cheese and sliced fruit tray waiting and both a white and red wine. We sat in the living area at the coffee table with the tray and wine between us. Mr. R provided some details. As he indicated earlier, a limousine would pick us up at 6:00 PM from the hotel lobby entrance and take us to the ‘Ahoy Rotterdam Exhibition Center’ where the actual dog show competition is being held. We will be arriving just before the finals for the large dog breeds. We will be receiving VIP passes that will allow us access to the area where the dogs are prepped and groomed prior to their showing. This will be a little tour for us led by one of the judges he knows from an earlier breed category. Following that tour we will be escorted to our seats which will be a front row box very near the viewing area for the breed competition we are most interested in.

He paused and looked at everyone. “Well, that might be a bit presumptuous, perhaps. For all I know you might prefer the small dog or herding dog categories. But, for the purpose of our visit to the show, which is really the after competition event, the large dog competitions are the categories we will be interested in. These will be the champions that our own Michele will be ‘rewarding’ afterwards. Once the champions have been selected and announced, we will have the opportunity to meet each and their owners in the judging area. This will serve two purposes. First, we can actually see up close true champion breeds. Second, it will provide Michele with her only visual of the dogs and their owners.”

I asked, “Sir, you said my only visual of the dogs and owners?”

“Yes, Michele. Not only will you be bound during your event, but you will be blindfolded.” He watched my reaction.

“Oh, my. Okay. I am sorry for interrupting, Sir.”

Marie touched my forearm. I turned and looked at her with a reassuring smile and a nod that it was okay.

Mr. R continued, “Then, we will take the limousine to another hotel nearby where the ‘after show activities’ will be held in one of their grand suites. It is not normal for dogs, any dogs, to be allowed in such hotels but these people have means and influence. For the price a grand suite and a little extra tipping to smooth the way most anything can be accomplished by these people. The dogs will be brought up to the suite by the service elevators so the other guests are not affected. I imagine there must be a hefty cleaning/damage deposit required. This in indelicate, Michele, but you really won’t need to be concerned with the fluids you may leak on the floors.” Everyone laughed.

Mr. R got up to refill everyone’s glasses. Then he went to the desk in the room and brought back two cards which he handed to Marie and me. “Ladies, in your room are two gowns for you. They are yours to be worn today. They will be transported to the plane for you tomorrow. They are very similar. They are floor length sheath dresses, strapless. I trust you both have high heels that will work with the dresses. Michele, you will naturally be without underwear except for white thigh high stockings. But, first, you two will be met by stylists in your room to prepare you for the evening. So, you should probably hustle off and get showered. They are due to your room in thirty-five minutes.”

As Marie and I walked down to our room, she asked, “Michele, did you know about the blindfold?”

“No. That was a surprise. Tim indicated that Mr. R intended to restrain me and I don’t really know what that means but the blindfold is new. This will certainly be different.”

“Are you nervous about this?”

“I think I am a little. Tim said this was going to be a big step for me. I suspect now that he knew about more of the details but decided that it was all within my detailed limits, especially after I agreed that the restraint was within. This is the closest to bondage I have ever gone. Yes, I think I am a little nervous, but …” I leaned into her ear “I am also VERY wet just thinking about it.”

We had both gotten our showers and were in the hotel provided robes when there was a knock at the door. Marie went to the door, looked through the spy hole and opened the door. Four women came in with two rolling carts. The women separated us and started working on us. One on the hair and the other on the nails, but hands and feet. When they were done and left, I looked at Marie and said how gorgeous she looked with her hair like that. I opened her robe and felt her body. She slapped my hands away, “Later you wench. That is if you can walk and move later.” I smile but I really didn’t know what I was walking into. This was falling right back to that thing that all these activities hung on … TRUST. And I did trust Mr. R.

As Marie and I walked out of the elevator into the lobby, we were greeted by heads turning throughout the area. Yes, two attractive women but much more. The hair and gowns with bare shoulders and the tops of our breasts showing presented a very good image. We walked up to Mr. R and Anthony and they got a peck on the cheek from each of us. They escorted us out the entrance to the waiting limousine. I had no problems with flashing anything in this gown. And I felt lovely in it. Mr. R had additionally surprised each of us with rented necklaces especially for the evening.

I was feeling like we may be way too overdressed for a dog show competition until the limousine pulled up to a VIP entrance to the exhibition center. We exited the limousine and walked into a room of other well-dressed people. We were approached by someone who spoke with Mr. R and we were escorted to someone who provided us with our passes which we were to clip somewhere. These dresses weren’t made for clipping things to but we found a fold at the waist on each of our gowns. The tour started immediately and I expected others of the ‘well dressed’ crowd to be joining us but they did not. This really was a special tour for us alone.

We were led through four groups of dogs which I learned were the four categories of large dog breed that we would be viewing. And that defined the number of dogs and owners that would be involved. At least now I knew and could get comfortable with the number. Four. Four champions and also the owners. I have had three dogs at once many times when Mr. R’s dogs stay with us. All of the sudden I had a flash of a thought. The four tonight will be the most ever. But Tim and I had toyed with the idea of getting another dog. First Mom and now Sharon have taken a liking to K9 sex. But if we did that, there would be four dogs every time Mr. R’s dogs came for a visit. Oh well, I’ll worry about that when and if we seriously consider getting another dog.

The dogs were beautiful and the competition proceeded fairly quickly. I didn’t really understand much of what the judge was looking for or at. And as I watched the dogs and their trainers prancing around, I was somewhat amused. I guess for as much as I love my Cody and Mr. R’s dogs, they are dogs. They chase around the yard scaring up rabbits and who knows what else besides me. They roll around in the dirt and swim in the dirty stream or pond. And I love those dogs so much. These just seemed like show things to be pampered. Maybe they were different away from the competition but they all seemed spoiled and too pampered for my taste. And, as Mr. R stated, when the last champion was given its trophy, we were ushered out into the judging area where the champions were gathered. The four breeds Mr. R was interested in turned out to be won by only three of his associates. All of the sudden the evening was reduced to three champion dogs and their owners. I saw Mr. R talking to three more men away from the champions. I was bent over stroking one of the dogs, a Great Dane, with my mind trying to deal with two things at once. The first was how big this dog was and wickedly wondering how ‘big’ he really was. The other thing was the conversation Mr. R was having and what that was about.

The champions were the Great Dane, Bullmastiff, and an Afghan Hound. I especially like the Afghan Hound with its long flowing hair but keeping all that hair clean living in our field might be a big task.

Soon Mr. R returned and we met with the champion owners. Surprising to me, one was a woman and not young. She was perhaps 60 years old but in pretty good shape, but the wrinkles and looseness at her joints indicated the age. Facelifts can hide much but the rest of the body gives it away. The owners were very interested in me and true to our agreement I was introduced to all as ‘Destiny’. Mr. R was delicate about my relationship with him and left it as a close associate he sometimes travels with. It certainly gave the image of a young, slutty, woman who provide a variety of services for him. But, there were no illusions here. What I was about to do was indeed slutty.

As we parted only to reassemble at the next hotel, Mr. R replayed the other conversation he had. The other owners were trying to insist that they also be included tonight. Clearly that was not the agreement and he told them so. He put his arm around me, “Dear, after seeing you here tonight, I think they were more upset about missing the opportunity of being with you than they were about losing that money.” We all laughed but I wondered just how much money was passing hands in the side betting they were engaged in on this competition. I shook my head more to myself than for anyone to notice over how rich people can behave with all their money. The more I saw of that the more I appreciated Mr. R and the way he handles himself.

In the limousine Marie and I were sitting next to each other and Mr. R and Anthony across from us. Mr. R stated simply, “Michele, this might be intense. You will be bound but per our understanding not constricting. You will be blindfolded and there will be three dogs and their owners. You have never shied from sex in all the things we have done, but the unknown might present a new dimension to you. I want you to know that even though you cannot see us we will always be near and monitoring all the activity. Anthony and I will be nearby at all times, especially with the dogs. Marie has agreed to attend to you. She will provide you with water and minor cleanup, if necessary. All of the people involved were checked out under my personal direction. The people are trustworthy and will respect the conditions that have been presented to them.”

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you, all. I feel more assured of the situation knowing you all will be there and looking over me.”

Anthony said, “Oh, well put. We will definitely be looking you over. This scene is so erotic.”

Marie sharply responded, “Anthony, she needs more than your joking.”

I touched her thigh, “No, Marie. He is just fine. That is Anthony, we all know that. But under that teasing is a man I know will be there for me if any form of trouble is present. Even if it might get him in trouble. And I thank you for that, Anthony. You know it is true, Marie. You have felt the same protection yourself.”

“Yes, I have. Anthony knows how I feel about him. I guess I am just nervous for you, Michele, Destiny.”

Mr. R took over, again. “So, at the hotel we will go up to the top floor and enter the suite through a side access. The event is staged in the living area. We will prepare you in the bedroom and bring you in. You will again be introduced but only as ‘Destiny’. Actually preparing you is simply to remove your gown and put the blindfold on. I think it will present better if you leave the stockings and heels on.”

“I agree, Sir. However, I do think it would be a good idea for someone to keep the necklace. I wouldn’t want it to be broken during everything.”

“Excellent idea. Marie, will you take charge of that, please?”

“Certainly, Carlos.”

Mr. R was just looking at me. He was giving me that fatherly look and I just knew he was going to cave in. He said, “Dear, if this is feeling too intense or uncomfortable, it isn’t too late to turn around.”

“No! Sir, I am sorry for the outburst. But, Sir, there are elements of submission that are difficult. I suppose there are some women who just need someone to tell them everything they need to do. But I am not one of them. I get extremely excited, aroused by being put into situations that I no longer have control over. That becomes possible only because I have complete trust in the person I have given that control to. In this case, you Sir. Tim has had to work hard to avoid getting soft when it becomes uncomfortable. By giving in to my discomfort or nervousness, control is given back to me and that just won’t work. I am no longer a submissive. The big thrill of submission is NOT having control. Do you understand, Sir?”

“Yes, I do, Destiny.”

“Thank you, Sir. I will do as you have arranged and nothing less.”

In the bedroom Marie assists me while Mr. R and Anthony go out to the Living Room to set final details and make sure everything is ready before I go out there. Marie has assisted me in removing the gown and has taken the necklace which I put around her neck for safe keeping. She is holding the blindfold and we keep looking at it. Finally, to break the tension I say, “Marie, I think I would like my hair in a ponytail to keep it better out of the way. Is there anything that will work?”

She opens her little purse and pulls out a band. “Always be prepared.” We laugh.

Mr. R returns. Anthony has stayed to be in position. He sees my hair and says, “Good idea. Ready, my dear?”

“Yes, Sir. Sir, would you do the honors of blindfolding me? I don’t know why but I would like that, if you would deem to honor your slut’s request.”

“It would indeed by my honor, Destiny.”

Once blindfolded, it was very dark. I was led by both Mr. R and Marie, each taking an arm as they led me out of the bedroom. Entering the Living Room it was quiet. I heard some dog noises and then … gasps. Marie leaned into me and whispered, “That was the sound of people seeing you. You have that effect you know. Have fun, Destiny.”

It occurred to me at just that moment that I didn’t know how I was going to be restrained or bound. Both terms had been used. Now I heard whispered conversations as I was led into the room. I was brought to a stop and asked to kneel and I did. I was told to move forward and then I bumped into something on the floor. I guessed I found what I would be bound to. The surface felt like leather with a lot of padding against my thighs. My knees were opened quite a bit and then I felt straps being placed around my legs and tightened but comfortably, not cinched tight. Under my knees I felt padding, too. So far so good in terms of long term comfort. Then I felt a slight push on my upper back and Marie said, “Lean forward, Destiny.”

I did and I felt more leather covered padding. A strap was put around my lower back and tightened the same way. I tried moving but my lower body was set in place. I could still move my feet but that did nothing. I waited to see if there would be any more bindings, but they left my upper body, head and arms loose.

I heard Mr. R now. He was restating the agreement of all present. He indicate Marie and Anthony without naming them, only that they were present to assist me if I needed water or cleaning for my comfort and also to provide me protection in case anyone could not live with the agreements which he did not expect to happen, but security was required. He also restated the terms of the evening. As they could see, only three of the competing owners had winning champions to be able to attend tonight. This meant that those in attendance had the opportunity to use me for their pleasure. That included owner and dog. There were no restrictions except that I could not be moved from the device. My use would be until they stopped or after three hours, whichever was first.

Three hours. Now I understand all the padding since I was bound to this device with no opportunity to move my lower muscles and joints. And next, I understood the potential of the blindfold. I sensed something behind me. I instinctively looked back but of course could see nothing. Then I felt a tongue on my ass, then my back. Clearly it was a dog and I felt light feathery fur on my back, it had to be the Afghan. It jumped up onto me and I felt it poke at my ass. I wanted to reach back to help the dog but there was not room between the device and my body. But after several pokes I felt a hand guide the dog’s cock into me and a whisper, “Maybe I can help more than giving you water.”

“Thank you. I would be bruised if left to them just finding my opening. I’ll make it up to you.”

“You’re right, you will. But you would anyway, wouldn’t you?”

Now that the dog’s cock was inside me he started to furiously pump into me. Such a sleek dog visually and his cock felt the same. It wasn’t big in diameter but it was long and he pumped so fast. Much faster than Cody or Mr. R’s dogs. And he was growing inside but not nearly like Cody changed inside me. Then I felt a hand on my cheek and a cock to my lips. I opened my mouth and the man inserted his cock into my mouth. I was fairly restricted. I could move but I couldn’t rock back and forth. Instead he started to face fuck me. But behind me I felt the knot. I wanted to push back into it like I always do but I couldn’t do that either. I was truly limited to taking my fuckings. I couldn’t give or return, I was just receiving, I was just a receptacle. Maybe there would be a way. I have to just experiment and find a way to influence the action. The knot was being pumped into my lips and forcing my lips wider, spreading me and insistently making my hole wider until finally he pounded into me and now he was even deeper. I gasped around the cock being pumped into my mouth. I closed my mouth to provide more suction and contact with it. I felt the cock in my mouth start twitching first and I wasn’t surprised. All of the owners were older so when his cock started to get even more rigid and I felt his hands on my head, holding me steady as he pushed. When his cock started to jerk and sending his cum into my mouth, I was ready and swallowed what I could … which was all of it. The dog was now doing the same thing, with his knot inside me he jerked and then pressed forward and went rigid. His cock started spurting inside me and I felt a little trickling out of my cunt and down my legs. Then, to my totally surprise, I felt the knot pulling away but was stretching my lips. Most dogs not well trained will try to pull away and continuously test the tie, but this felt different. He pulled and pulled and then it was out. Just like that, fucked, cummed, and out.

I felt a tongue on my pussy lips but it didn’t feel like a dog’s. It wasn’t raspy, but mostly smooth and short. But it felt good. It was focused on my hole and the area with leakage. It really felt good. And then it was gone. And then I felt fur, again. And when it jumped on me I thought I was going to be flattened. This had to be the mastiff. I could hardly breathe and then the surface I was laying on dropped. It must have been on a hinge. My hips were still in place but I had enough room under the dog to breath now. I felt Marie’s assistance, again. I just groaned when it went in. It was already big. And once inside me it continued to grow. I had never felt anything like this. I felt totally stuffed by this cock and it grew in length, too. Soon I was gasping from the pounding I was receiving and when I felt the knot my eyes flew open. Of course, nobody knew that with the blindfold. He was pushing at my cunt more than he was pumping. I could handle this. I wiggled my ass within the confines of the device to help him, working one side and then the other, slowly opening my lips and slowly working its way inside me. When it went in, I cried out, “Oh shitttttt! Yes, you mutt, push that damn thing into me, deeper, yesssssss!”

I heard a murmuring from the people around me but I had no time for considering what was happening. I had a softball inside me, I swear I did. And with that thing now inside my cunt his cock was deeper than any I had experienced. He was bumping into my cervix with about half of his thrusts and each time was blissful pain. But the really awesome part of this cock was when he went rigid and jerked inside me. I knew he was about to start spurting and I ached to push back at him to help him get there but I couldn’t, I couldn’t move. But he did it on his own, he pushed hard and held himself deep inside me and he spurted and I could feel it. It splashed off my walls and my cervix. He pushed harder as he spurted and he hit my cervix and I swear he pushed some into my womb. And I came and came huge. I shuddered. My legs shook and quivered. I moaned and groaned under this massive a****l controlling me with his cock. And there wasn’t just a little leakage this time. I was losing a lot of cum, it was trickling down the inside of my legs. And this knot was not going anywhere. When he pulled back I thought he was going to pulled me inside out. I screamed and I felt someone take control of the dog and hold him. I have no idea how long that knot was inside me but every time he tested the tie, it hit my g-spot and it sent a new shudder right through me. When it did come out, it released a river of cum. And then I felt that tongue again, but this time it also locked its mouth around my cunt and sucked. I could feel the suction and the tongue sliding inside me. Then it was gone, again.

The next feeling was legs against my thighs but without fur and not on top of me. This was a man. His cock slipped right into me without any effort. After that Mastiff inside me, it seemed he could about crawl right inside. I never felt so gaping and open. I wasn’t feeling much and I wasn’t sure he was either, but before I knew it I felt him tense and soon there was more cum inside me.

The next dog was obvious. I felt the cock and then felt it sliding inside me, deeply, quickly. But I wasn’t feeling the weight of the body on top of me. And as he pushed with each pump he was going deep, too. He wasn’t as big around as the mastiff but he was long and a really nice diameter. I was really enjoying this one. His length reaches my entire cunt but his size wasn’t uncomfortable. His knot was large and he pushed it in with force. But I had already been stretched numerous times which assisted him in penetrating.

I thought I was missing someone. I knew I had fucked all three dogs and sucked off one and then fucked another of the men … ohhhh, sure, that tongue. It was the woman. She likes eating dog come or cunt or both.

I had been through the cycle once. Not bad. I asked Marie for a drink and she brought some water with a straw. I took some long sips and asked her, “At my pussy, it was the woman wasn’t it?”

“Yes, we all just looked at each other and shrugged. I know you like to suck dogs but this just looked weird. She is still in her gown and she quickly gets down and cleans you up. But it seems she wants the cum, not you. She stops too soon. But she doesn’t also clean the dog, just you. I don’t know, just seems weird.”

I chuckle and thank her. I hear movement and then Mr. R says, “Okay, I think she is ready, again, if anyone wants more.”

I feel a dog approach me, he jumps up and tries to poke into me but he is not hard or out of his sheath. I say, “Bring him in front of me and hold him steady.” Someone does and I reach out and fumble with my hands, searching for his rear legs. Feeling his body and running my hands down to his rear legs, I slip my hand underneath and find his sheath. “Move him closer, much closer so I can get my head under him.” I feel his body bump into my head and then I feel the device front lower again. My head is much lower now and I pull on the dog to get him closer and someone is pushing him and then I can feel his sheath right next to me. I put out my face and find his sheath with my mouth and then my tongue. I lick him and try to coax the tip out. When my tongue feels the tip of his cock coming out of the sheath, I take it into my lips, sucking and licking the tip, taking in the pre-cum as it leaks out. Slowly, more cock comes out and I am able to get more into my mouth and then it is growing faster. I pull my mouth off his cock and say he is ready. But the movement to get this large dog to follow them around me and get interested in mounting me is taking too long. I just felt it. By the time he was up on my back, again, he was not there for me.

I was disappointed. Funny, hours ago I was possibly intimidated by the idea of being here bound and blindfolded. Now I was disappointed that I wasn’t getting more.

I heard discussions. I heard Mr. R say, are you sure? There is still some time left. I felt a tongue at my pussy, again. The same tongue. It just licked me a few times and slipped inside for just a moment. As it left me, I said, “Ma’am?” I felt a hand on my cheek, “Thank you, Ma’am. I was wondering but then I figured it had to be you. I know the woman who came with me wouldn’t. Did you enjoy it? Was it enough for you? I could do more for you if you wished.”

“Dear c***d. No, my tastes are perhaps different. I don’t do the dogs, but on occasion I am able to enjoy them like this. So, thank you for that. And yes, it was enough for me. I appreciate the offer but I am not really into women, either. You were a receptacle for the juice I wanted.”

I heard sounds, clothes rustling. I then felt the straps being worked at both my back and my legs. Two pair of hands were assisting me to stand. My legs were weak and not working right but they quickly returned. With their help I was taken to the bedroom. There, inside and hearing the door close, the blindfold is removed. As I guessed, it was Marie and Anthony. Marie immediately takes me into her arms and hugs me deeply. I smile and thank them for their help. I say, “I was surprised how quickly they stopped.”

They looked at me and then at each other. Anthony put his watch in front of my face. When Mr. R just said to the owners that there was still time remaining, there was only some time. Two hours and fifteen minutes had passed.

Mr. R entered the bedroom and asked, “How is my girl?”

“Pretty good, actually. Given how much time has passed I am surprised the dogs couldn’t come back for more of me. I know, from experience, that Cody and your dogs would have been back for me. Maybe that’s what pampering does to an a****l.”

He said, “Well, I don’t know, but our dogs certainly aren’t pampered are they? Now, should we pamper you a little?”

“I don’t know, Sir. Wouldn’t want me to lose my hunger and drive for sex would you?”

And again, we all laugh. But I take the pampering. Mr. R says we have the suite so if I want a bath I can. He and Anthony leave to order some room service and drinks. I look at Marie, walk to the door and lock it looking at her with a devious smile. She returns it and starts taking off both necklaces, kicks off her shoes and turns around so I can unzip her gown. We both strip off our stockings and hand in hand head for the bathroom.

* * * CHAPTER 15C: EUROPE, AMSTERDAM will follow * * * Thanks for reading.