The Domination Convention

By Simon Grail

Pretty young Debbie Proctor has become consumed by a desperate quest for justice to right a grievous past wrong. To accomplish this end, she has become obsessed with confronting businessman Guy Knight face to face, so that he has to express genuine regret for his deeds. But Knight is rich and hard to corner.

Then Debbie is presented with an unexpected and bizarre opportunity when she tracks Knight down to a private BDSM convention being held in a country estate. The trouble is Debbie cannot get in without a ticket. Her only way to get past the gates is to agree to serve Stan Lugg – a plain man she has only just met by chance – as his collared, bound, and chastity-belted submissive for five days.

But to her dismay, once inside, Debbie finds that there are thousands of attendees dressed and masked in fancy costumes. How can she find Knight amongst them? And how long can she endure the degrading ordeals of sex and submission that Lugg is gleefully submitting her to? She must participate in medieval-styled sex games in an arena, couple with other sub women, endure a public pillory, survive being used as a living archery target, haul a plough and serve as a ponygirl – and more.

Can Debbie keep her nerve and stay true to her purpose, despite the distractions of pain, shame, and several inexplicably huge orgasms? Can justice still be served by a woman who is naked and chained, and with a freshly tanned bottom?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fiction4All
• Release date: May 12, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005444525

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The Domination Convention

Simon Grail

Published by Fiction4All (Silver Moon Books imprint) at Smashwords

Copyright 2021 Simon Grail

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Author’s Note: All characters in this adult fiction story are at least 18 years of age.

Chapter 1

Debbie squirmed and strained at the twisted scarves that bound her naked and spreadeagled to the bed, helplessly displaying her bare body to her tormentor.

Debbie was twenty-three years old, with black hair tied in ponytail and bangs over forehead. She had a bright, intense but troubled face. There were slight shadows under her sincere brown eyes on either side of her straight slim nose. A slight overbite was visible as she chewed on the twisted cloth gag parting her lips. Neat perky breasts with up-tilted pink nipples jiggled about on her slender chest as she struggled. She had a tight waist, full hips, sturdy legs, well-rounded buttocks, and a tight triangle of black pubic curls that enfolded her cleft.

Her tormentor, Tricia Harding, was equally naked. She knelt on the bed beside Debbie, slapping her breasts and pinching her nipples. Tricia was perhaps fifteen years older than Debbie and had a fleshier build, but she was still shapely and extremely attractive. She had coffee-tinted skin, intricately plaited hair, a bright smart face with sensuous lips and deep brown eyes. Her big chocolate-tinted nipples stood out from her plump, rounded breasts. Her buttock cheeks were lush and full, her pubes were shaven smooth and her dark sex lips glistened.

‘You still want to meet him?’ Tricia asked once again, giving Debbie’s nipples another tweak.

Debbie winced and nodded miserably.

‘Then you’ve got to pay the price.’

Debbie had been reluctantly paying the price for over a week by satisfying Tricia’s sexual whims. But today might be the last day…

Tricia took up the double ended vibrator that had been hung nonchalantly over a post of the bedhead. She plugged one end into her deep brown cleft, parting its lips as it swallowed the rubber shaft hungrily down, and then strapped its supporting belt about her waist. The other end of the vibrator, ribbed and fat and intimidating, now jutted up from her groin like a rampant cock.

Debbie gulped as she stared at the thing, despising it, and yet feeling an illicit thrill of anticipation. Tricia turned the device on, and its head began to pulsate. She knelt between Debbie’s spread thighs and rubbed the head of the thing through Debbie’s cleft, making her shudder. Then she lay down on top of her, sliding the shaft in deeper. Their breasts touched and flattened against each other. Tricia was smiling down at her, kissing her bound lips. Then Debbie was plugged full and intimately coupled to another woman.

Not for the first time, Debbie responded helplessly. She hated what she was doing, and yet it was a kind of stimulation too powerful for her to resist. Traitorously, her nipples hardened and her pussy grew slick. Tricia’s body was grinding across hers; smooth and hot and passionate, even as her thrusting hips drove the buzzing vibrator deep inside her. The scent of her excitement filled Debbie’s nostrils. She was enjoying it even if Debbie was not…

Except now the vibrator was making slurping, sucking noises as it pumped into Debbie’s hot, dripping vagina, and she was clinging onto it desperately and it was filling her with a terrible longing for love and companionship and an end to the pain of her quest and…

And then they both climaxed, Debbie’s hips lifting to grind frantically against Tricia’s, almost swallowing the vibrator between them.

For a few blissful seconds it did not matter how the orgasm came about. It was just what it was; no more and no less. And it enveloped Debbie, and briefly she was free of care, existing only for that moment.

And then the peak of pleasure faded, and the guilt and shame returned. She was not a lesbian or into sex and bondage games. She was doing this because she had to. That was the bargain. Now, surely, she had won her reward…

Tricia turned off the vibrator, leaving its shaft still joining them, and for several minutes she rested happily on top of Debbie’s sweaty spreadeagled body while the post orgasmic glow faded. Then she lifted her head off Debbie’s chest and smiled at her.

‘Wow, girl. You are lovely. I wish I could keep you here for another week. But I promised you something today, didn’t I? I still think you’re crazy, but you’ve earned this…’

Debbie felt a new thrill. Her sacrifice had been worth it!

‘I’ll give you something that may help you, although I can’t guarantee what you’ll find,’ Tricia explained. ‘It’s something to do with the boss, but it’s not about the house or his social contacts, and it’s not company business. I’ve no special instructions about it being confidential, so perhaps I can stretch a point. It’s like this. Ever since I’ve worked for him, at around this time of year, the boss goes away for a week. But I don’t know where. At least, not in the way I usually do. All I have is an address where he can be contacted at in an emergency if I can’t reach him by phone. Otherwise, I’m not to bother him about routine stuff. All I have marked in his diary for the week is DBS Accessories Convention. That sounds like a hardware or builders’ merchants show, doesn’t it? The address changes each year. But it’s not listed on any trade site we deal with. He’s going again next week. Anyway, maybe that will be your chance to meet him face to face. Here it is…’

Tricia got off Debbie, pulling the vibrator out of her with a slurp. Its end was now shiny with her juices and Debbie smelt a waft of them as they were expose to the air. From out of the bedside cabinet drawer, Tricia took a table tennis ball. She held it up for Debbie to see. It had lines of small, neat writing on it.

As Debbie goggle at it, Tricia grinned. ‘I wrote it in indelible ink, so it won’t run. You can read it later. But as you earned this with your pussy, I thought it should have it first as a reward…’

She hunched over, kissed Debbie’s wet sex lips, then parted them and carefully slid the ball up into her hot, slippery vagina, driving it home with her stiff fingers.

Debbie groaned and bit on her gag as the ball lodged deep inside her.

Tricia closed Debbie’s labia about the mouth of her vagina and kissed them again. Then she lifted her head and locked eyes with Debbie.

‘And if you do meet the boss face to face – and I really hope you get some sort of satisfaction out of it – then don’t say how you tracked him down. Promise!’

Debbie nodded, feeling her heart lift. Maybe this would be the end. At least she would know she had done her best. Then there would be closure, and some kind of justice, at last.

Chapter 2

Ten days later, at around noon, Debbie was standing in the warm bright sunshine on the verge of a country road outside the grounds of the address Tricia had given her.

Sidmancote Hall was a large estate on the edge of the Chiltern Hills in Berkshire not far from Newbury. A sign over its main gate proclaimed it was hosting The Historical Society Medieval Faire. Admittance to Members Only. Cars and vans, a few towing caravans, were passing through it