Chapter 11

“What are your thoughts on having a gang-bang on the convention floor itself somewhere as a recruiting tool?” Katie asked me as she held hands with me the whole time as we officially checked out of my hotel suite that I had booked at the desk.

“With you in what capacity, dear?” I asked her out of curiosity.

“Fluffer, assistant, whatever it took. Just not the main attraction, not in this case. The whole point is to entice a woman to join us, after all, to reach the number of twenty-three before we include or initiate Brigham’s sister, isn’t it? Michelle, right? She sounds yummy, don’t you think?” Katie licked her lips and adjusted her makeup in her hand mirror, even admired the stud on her tongue before we left, “sorry for the primping. I just wanted to really look the part. It’s not every day that I walk around dressed up as a slutty, corseted leather slave with a dose of steampunk saloon whore tossed in for good measure.”

“It’s a righteous look for you, no doubt of that. You really worked hard at it. Maybe you should dress this way more often, babe. You look like sex on legs, at the risk of sounding cliche,” I praised her now, making her blush.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Master!” Katie told me, “I love that this costume gives me an excuse to call you that in public! I look forward to being formally collared, you know. I love that you’re dressed as Doc Holliday, too. It kinda makes me feel like Big-Nosed Kate.”

“Well, your names are almost the same,” I pointed out, making her giggle.

“That’s true, Master. I love the way that you think. So, how about it? Gang-banging cosplay sluts at the CosCon itself, that is,” Katie snickered as she imagined some lucky bitch taking on all comers.

“Sounds sweet!” I exclaimed while slapping her mostly exposed buns, much to her delight.

“See why I wore this skirt? It damn near doesn’t cover a thing! I love it!” Katie also tapped her leather boots against the sidewalk as we left the hotel at last.

“Boy am I glad that Christy’s volunteered to drive us this time! I wonder what Ronnie and she are doing!” Amber announced her presence as she joined us after a discrete distance, wearing her maid’s outfit from the hotel as her costume.

“I totally love that you’re doing that, but they really let you keep it after you quit the place?” I asked her and she giggled as well as blushed just as Christy’s Grand Marquis pulled up.

“Yeah, well, they didn’t want used outfits, especially after I admitted that I got fucked in it more than once. Plus, I sucked the manager’s dick, which didn’t hurt. I even swallowed, much to his shock. I think that I might have gotten myself an automatic rehire if I wish it. Hell, I might have even earned my own suite, gratis!” Amber boasted as she licked her lips at that enjoyable memory.

“If they ever decline, tell them that I sit on the board of this hotel, because I do,” Ronnie smiled as he revealed this fact.

“And I’m both rich and sexy, if you pardon my saying so. I think that I could coax them into it, assuming that you didn’t, blondie,” Christy teased Amber now as the three of us piled into the backseat.

“Or if I don’t, with Master’s permission, of course,” Katie winked at me while Amber and she caressed my groin.

“So, wait, you sit on the board, but you let me pay for those suites? Really?” Christy pouted half-seriously now.

“I knew that you wanted to pamper him, so I let you,” Ronnie explained, earning a little groin stroke of his own for that part.

“By the way, I really, really envy you the growing Master-slave dynamic between you and Konrad, Katie,” Amber confessed at last what I suspected for a while now.

“Don’t be. Just make him your Master, too. Start by calling him that. Address him as ‘Master,’ not as ‘Konrad,’ and see how quickly he claims you as his. You’re already moving in that direction, including the moment when Master referred to you as his ‘Valkyrie,’ as well as his ‘cum whore.’ That’s a pretty good indicator that Master wants to own you, wants to claim you as his in the same way that he possesses and dominates me,” Katie reassured Amber, getting a nod from me.

“Exactly, Amber. Katie nailed it. I would love to claim you as mine, the same way that I claim her, to own both of you, if you wish it. All that you have to do is ask,” I promised Amber, who wiped some tears away from her eyes and nodded as well.

“It’s all that I want, Master ... to be yours. To call you that. More than any of this, great as it is, more than anything else. As great as all of this is, no offense, guys, but I’d walk away from all of it for Master. In a New York minute, in a heartbeat, I swear it. I live to serve Master now. Quite honestly, I really knew that I was his the moment that I saw how he plowed you, Christy. There wasn’t a doubt in my fucking mind by then,” Amber expressed her true feelings about me at last.

“That’s good, because ... I have a confession of my own. I think that you should ... date Konrad, as your boyfriend, in addition to being my wife. Don’t worry about me. I’ll get plenty of strange, anyway, and who knows what kind of relationships fit into my future? I just know he’s a great man and you still love him, so you should take him as a lover, a paramour, a boyfriend in addition to me, just as Sammie does with Jack in addition to Brett.

“You deserve to be happy and you won’t really be until you’re having a full-on love affair with Konrad, trust me. Romantic as well as sexual partnership, if you will. What do you guys think? Is that compatible with our little family, club, society thing?” Ronnie explained at last as Christy drove, putting a smile on her face.

“Wow, are we ever compatible or what! I love how you think, honey! Yes, yes, yes, let’s find a way to make this work with our little society, club, family, whatever you want to call it! I imagine that they’re open-minded enough for this, given all that we’ve done so far!” Christy reacted with obvious delight in her tone of voice.

“Works for me, I think. I’m pretty sure that we can work it into the group dynamic and such, much like Katie’s and Amber’s bondage to me, Jack’s, Brett’s, and Sammie’s open V, Stacey’s apparent desire to serve as the living breakfast platter, Tristan’s crossdressing, and the Watermans’ little incest deal with a side of obvious cuckolding and bottoming. God knows that I’ve missed you ... a lot,” I observed with more than a little logic to support my own cooperative attitude.

“See what I mean? He’s a great man. He really should be my boyfriend, just as you’ve said. So, lovers? You and me, having a love affair in addition to our community thing, my marriage to Ronnie, and your Master-slave relationships with Katie and Amber? We’re all agreed on this? What does that make me, Konrad’s mistress, in the classical, European sense, though not the BDSM sense ... only light bondage for me. I’m not into heavy, lifestyle, TPE stuff like Katie and Amber,” Christy put the ball in my court to settle it.