"Exactly!" Giggy exclaimed. "I was the same way. I preferred strong women who would set the pace and make sure they and I got what we needed. Then I met Rachael, and it seemed so perfect. I think it was our 12th roll in the sack when she tied my hands to the bed with my own stockings. I knew I should be terrified and cry for help, but it felt so right. Of course, by then we knew each other very well and I trusted her totally to not hurt me. After a night to remember, we talked until well after dawn."
And wrestle she did. Valerie couldn't believe how fast her pussy responded to the idea of being bid on by who knows how many men for the right to use her any way they wanted. This was such an incredible turn on. That arousal warred with the fear. A total stranger! Anything he wanted! How could she think about such a thing? But it gnawed at her. She wanted this. She wanted to know what such submission was like. The more she thought, the more aroused she became (her toys were going to get a workout tonight). Realizing that she had made up her mind before Giggy had finished, she asked, "What club and on what night?"
"The Mephisto Club. The slave auction is every fourth Saturday. This Saturday is the next one. I take it you're interested?"
"Yes. I'm frightened and aroused by the thought at the same time. Does that sound weird?"
Giggy laughed, "No, that sounds normal, for a new sub."
Rachael, more serious, said, "I don't think you should go there alone. It can be overwhelming. If someone sees that you're alone and a novice, they might try to pressure you to leave for the scene. We don't want that to happen. Come by the store at 7:00. We'll be getting off and will accompany you there and make sure you get home afterwards. Take a cab. You'll not likely be in a condition to drive and you don't know us well enough to accept a ride home from us. Oh, you'll want to wear something scandalous under a coat and bring a change of clothes for the trip home. Finally, it will be much more intense and fun if you don't have any sex of any kind between now and then. A desperate sub is a more responsive sub," she finished with a smile.
"I can't thank you both enough. You've been so nice and helpful. Thank you, thank you. I'll see you both at 7:00 on Saturday."
The date made, the three left the restaurant and headed their separate ways. With the admonition about saving herself for the auction, Valerie found herself needing a cold shower that night. Friday passed in a blur of work. The shooting of the ad did not finish until 4:00am, but it was finished. She slept until 1:00 in the afternoon Saturday. She tried to get a few chores around the house done, but was too hyped up about the evening. She ended up watching TV until 5:00 and then spent an hour getting ready.
She decided to do scandalous to the max. She put on a deep red lace bra, matching panties and black stockings held up with a garter. Throwing on a trench coat she wore for rain, she was satisfied that her nearly naked attire would not be visible until she took the coat off. In a book bag she had received from the Literary Guild, she put in another pair of panties and bra, a pair of jeans and an oversized t-shirt with a frog on the front that was saying, "I asked for greenbacks and all I got was this lousy t-shirt."
She called a cab at 6:00 and arrived at Castle at 6:45. She went inside to wait for Rachael and Giggy. Both were dealing with male customers. She caught Giggy's eye and went over to the lingerie area to pass the time. It was an interesting experience. Victoria's Secret had nothing on these guys. Some of the items could not really be called underwear, clearly being intended to be seen, not covered up. She would rate all of them high on her drool scale. As she expected, the most erotic were not the ones that were the most see through, but the ones that allowed a guy's imagination to work at full speed and left riches to be discovered later. She might have to pick up a few things for herself later.
She had lost track of time and did not notice Rachael's approach until she commented, "I'm kind of partial to that one." She was pointing to leather swim suit like garment that looked like it would barely cover someone's crotch and only the bottom half of her breasts. Rachael was wearing one just like it along with a leather skirt and a light jacket. Giggy, standing next to her, was wearing a tank top and mini-skirt. It was obvious that Giggy had no bra on and Valerie suspected that she had no panties on either. There was a collar around her neck and cuffs on her wrists that could be fastened together, much like the ones that Charles had used on Val before.
"Are you ready to go?" Rachael asked.
"Yes, butterflies and all. I'm nervous and anxious and excited and afraid all at the same time. I suppose you'll tell me that's normal?"
Giggy laughed, "Yes, it is. You're going to have a wonderful time, you watch and see. We've already called a cab; it should be here any minute."
The three headed out to the parking lot, leaving the guy and girl that had replaced the two lovers to mind the store. The cab was there. They piled in, Giggy in the front, Valerie and Rachael in the back. Giggy dealt with the instructions on where to go while Rachael talked to Val.
"I wanted to give you a heads-up on what to expect. Once you present yourself for the auction, they'll have you fill out a form. It's part release from liability for the club and part guidelines for the bidders. There'll be a section where you'll check boxes next to the types of play you want to be involved in. It's sort of a rating system from 'yes, bring it on' to 'don't even think about it.' There is one special rating you should be aware of. Using it means that you don't like, but would enjoy being forced. From our talk Thursday, there may be a thing or two that you might want to rate that way. Also, I don't know if you've thought about it, but men are not the only ones to bid. And not all the bidders are singles. Couples can bid as a single unit, allowing them to play with you together. Do you think you're up to that?"
"I don't know what I'm up to, really. It didn't even cross my mind that a woman might bid on me. I suppose the only way to prevent that would be to mark lesbian sex as 'don't even think about it?"
"Yes, though most will avoid bidding on a woman who expresses significant uneasiness with the idea."
"On the other hand, being in the hands of a woman dominant who could force me to please her is incredibly erotic and terrifying. I have no idea how I would react in such a situation. I might freak or I might have a truly horrendously exciting experience. I wouldn't want to ruin someone's night of fun because I didn't know my limits."
"In the end, only you can make that decision. My advice would be to think back to your fantasy thoughts and let them guide your selections. Usually the things that arouse you in your thoughts will arouse you in your play. There are exceptions, but as a rule that's true. Now, once you fill out the form, you'll be taken to a cage near the stage and put on display so that the bidders can see what they're bidding on. You'll have some say on how you're displayed, but you'll be there for a couple of hours, so make sure that the display you want is something you're willing to spend two or more hours in. Do you have any questions?"
"Once they're purchased, how long do Doms usually keep the subs for play?"
"I've seen it as short as thirty minutes and as long as three hours. They have to finish by three, so longest case scenario would be five hours if you go early and are kept until time's up."
"How does the club monitor the private rooms to keep things safe?"
"They don't, actually. The safety comes from the fact that all users of the rooms have to sign in with ID. So if you're hurt in some way, the police have the identity of the person. They also have a blacklist of people who have a record of ignoring safe words and using auction slaves in ways that are contrary to their submission forms. There has not been an incident at Mephisto's in over three years. Duke got himself banned from the club for that one. That's why he's forced to troll sex shops trying to catch the unwary."
"That's reassuring. I guess I'm as ready as I can be. What are you and Giggy going to do while you wait for me and my immersion?"
"I like that; Immersion. It does describe exactly what you're going to do. We're planning on renting a private room while you're on display and then watching some of the public play until you're done, or rather, until whoever is done with you." Rachael said with a smile.
"You two have fun."
They were quiet for the last five minutes of the drive. Giggy paid the fare and tip, and then the girls entered the club. The last thing Valerie expected when she walked into what was essentially a sex club was a trio of disco balls spilling multi-colored light over the place. There must have been a hundred or more people in a wide variety of dress and undress milling about the floor. The doorman greeted them and asked, "Are any of you lovely ladies entering the auction tonight?"
Valerie licked her lips and answered, "Yes, I would like to enter myself."
"Have you ever been auctioned here before?"
"No, this is my first time, though my friends have told me a little about how it works."
"Okay. We do need to have you talk with one of our guides. They're going to explain how the auction works and assist you with filling out the submission form. Depending on what you've experienced before, there may be some terms that need explaining. Your friends can be with you up until you've signed the form and are put on display. If you'll step over to that table over there, Betty will help you get settled."
The three went over and introduced themselves to Betty, a petite blond dressed in a leather body suit, much like Cat Woman from Batman Returns. Betty explained much the same things as Rachael did, but added a few details. "Once the bidding starts, we encourage you to act the part of a slave at auction. Some like to play reluctant and pretend that they're there against their will. Others like to play up on their slutishness and vamp for the crowd. The proceeds are for charity and we like to encourage anything that ups the proceeds. The club takes none of the money from the bids. This month's charity is the local hospice organization. Now, you understand that if you agree to go off site with your Master or Mistress of the night, we cannot make any assurances about your safety?"
"Yes. I have no intention of going off site. I want to have a good time, not risk my life."
"Glad to hear it. Here's the form. If you need any help or any terms defined, just let me or one of the other ladies know," she said, pointing to three other ladies in Cat Woman suits.
She looked over the form. The liability section was the standard legal waiver for the club. She had seen forms just like it for many other businesses that provided facilities for potentially dangerous activities. The rest of the form was similar to the personals site search engine she had seen. With Rachael and Giggy's help, she navigated the form. Knowing what scat and water sports were was something she decided was too much information, but needed so she could indicate not just no, but hell no.
She gave high ratings to bondage, orgasm denial, light pain, oral and vaginal sex, blindfolding, and cum painting. She put moderate marks down for sodomy, breast torture, moderate pain, tight bondage (once she was told the difference), mouth rape and multiple users. After some thought, she decided to go for the gusto and listed lesbian sex, heavy pain and pussy torture down in 'don't like but would enjoy being forced' category. The others she marked down as no. Done, she gave the form to Betty.
"Are you ready to go on display?"
"Yes. Can I have my coat and bag checked somewhere?"
"Yes, we have lockers you can use."
She took her coat off to the visible approval of everyone nearby. Putting the bag and coat in a locker, her hand was stamped with the locker number in an indelible ink. As they were getting ready to lead her away, Giggy pulled something out of her bag. "I thought this would help get you in the mood."
It was a collar and leash, along with wrist cuffs. "Oh, Giggy, that's so thoughtful of you." Turning to the man who was going to lead her away, she asked, "Is it okay if you lead me by a leash."
"Ma'am, I think that would be a lovely idea. You have very thoughtful friends."
While he put the collar on, Rachael put the cuffs on and clipped them behind her back. She could not help feeling embarrassed and excited at being led like a slave through the crowd who looked at her with various levels of desire and appreciation. Her pussy was already getting wet and her nipples were visibly hardening under her bra.
On stage, she saw that she was the 14th in line and that there were 25 cages for slaves.
The man, dressed in silk briefs and a spiked collar asked her, "Do you have any preference for display?"
"Can you make me exposed and helpless? Maybe stretch my arms up and out, with my legs pulled apart?"
"That we can do," he said, pointing to numerous eye bolts set in the cage.
"Oh, and can you gag me and blindfold me so I can't see who's checking me out?"
He raised an eyebrow at that request. "We don't get that very often. I like the way you think. It's too bad that employees don't get to bid. I think I would enjoy using you."
She blushed deeper, "Thank you. That's very kind. Can I ask a favor of the auctioneer before you finish?"
It seemed that was not an uncommon request. He waved a lady over who was wearing not much more than Val was, but who was carrying a whip. "Yes, slave?"
"I was wondering if you could humiliate me a little when I'm up for bid?"
"What did you have in mind?"
"I didn't have anything in particular in mind. I thought it wouldn't be as humiliating if I knew what was going to happen."
"Fascinating. Your form says this is a first time on the block for you and that you're a novice. I've never had a novice ask me to surprise them. You must be a natural at this. I think I can promise you a humiliation you'll remember."
"Thank you, Mistress."
Once that was done, the man tied her in. He pulled her arms tightly at about a 45 degree angle upwards and pulled her legs apart until her legs felt slightly uncomfortable. She was totally incapable of moving or adjusting her position. She was lightly resting on her feet with a small part of her weight supported by her arms. The blindfold and gag were added and she stood there helpless and on public display.
For the next two hours, Valerie could hear people milling around her cage, discussing her in blatantly sexual terms. Many of the comments were embarrassing, but all of them, along with the whole situation, were a huge turn on. By the time she could hear the first auction starting, several people had commented on how soaked her panties were and how desperate she looked for attention. She felt like she was bright red all over her body from blushing in constant embarrassment. She wasn't able to keep track of how many auctions had gone on and was surprised when she felt herself being taken down.
The ache that had developed in her shoulders and hips was blessedly relieved. Whoever was releasing her did not take the blindfold or gag off. Her hands were clipped behind her back and she was led, unable to see, by her leash. She could feel the heat of the spotlight on the stage as she was stopped with a hand to her belly. Instinctively, she looked around, but of course, saw nothing. The crowd's murmurs quieted as the auctioneer began her spiel.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. Lot number 14 is a delectable little morsel with a deep craving for being used by a strong Master or Mistress. We have it on good authority that she's a natural slave who will respond with enthusiasm to whatever abuse you desire to heap upon her. New to the life of a slave, she has chosen our humble slave market to experience true submission at the hands of a powerful Dominant.
"If you will look upon her nubile body, you can see that she is already highly aroused and near orgasm. I wouldn't be surprised if she were to reach climax on this very stage, just from anticipating her abject submission."
She had promised humiliation, and this was accomplishing the job. She had never thought of what it would feel like to be talked about as if she were an object instead of a person. While tears came to her eyes, she also felt her arousal growing as well. The pitch continued while someone led her in a wide circle by her leash. She could hear murmurs again from the crowd.
"See how her nipples grow even more erect, threatening to burst out of their coverings? Notice how her panties are soaked through with juices leaking from a cunt that craves abuse of all kinds. You sir, would you like a closer look?"
From in front of her, she heard a deep, "Yes, let's see just how big a slut we have here!"
At that, a hand came from behind and ripped her bra off, the tearing of the fabric seemingly a roar in her ears. The brief scrape of fabric across her hard nipples brought a moan from her gagged mouth.
"Observe, ladies and gentlemen, how she responds to the slightest abuse. Imagine how she will react when you have her at your mercy, free to do what you will and demand any service you wish. Who would like to start the bidding? Do I hear an opening bid of, say $100?"
"$100!"
"$150!"
"I bid $200 on the slut!"
"Make that 300!"
"Is that all? A mere three hundred for a natural slave, untrained in any real way, waiting for her true Master or Mistress to teach her what every slave should know. Look at what the mere thought of being properly dominated does to her."
Now her panties were ripped off, exposing her sopping pussy to the air and the view of the crowd. Again, she moaned in pleasure and slumped to her knees, too weak with desire to stand. She felt something thin and leathery brush across her pussy lips.
"Look at how ready she is. The very thought of domination drives her to the proper position for a slave. Our bidding stands at 300, do I hear more?"
Valerie could hardly follow the bidding now. She was overwhelmed with desire and humiliation. She had no idea that she could feel this way. The next thing she was aware of was the cry of, "Sold, to the gentlemen in the third row for $1300! You may come up and claim your slave for the night, sir. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." That comment brought roars of laughter from the crowd.
She could hear two pairs of feet come closer. Her leash was passed from one pair of hands to the other. A man's voice said, "Stand up. We (!) have a busy night in store for you." She stood uneasily to her feet and followed the leash off the stage and eventually to a door. Once inside, the door closed with a soft click and someone removed the gag. She worked her jaw to relieve the soreness.
A woman's voice spoke, "We have a few preliminaries to get out of the way. Do you have any preferences for safe words?"
"Mistress, I've only been in one scene before tonight. My safe words then were, 'red light,' for stop and, 'yellow light,' for slow. He used a ball to be dropped if I was gagged."
"Those will do just fine. We won't be gagging you. We enjoy a vocal submissive. From this point on, you will only speak in response to our questions or to beg for something from us. If you enjoy playing at resistance, that's cool, but hesitation or resistance to orders will result in punishment. Of course, we may also punish you just because we wish to. Expect to be taken to your limits, but don't hesitate to stop or slow things down if we go too far or fast. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress, I understand."
Her hands were unclipped from behind her back and she was pulled roughly across the floor until she was bent over at the waist across some sort of padded surface. Her arms were stretched down and out and clipped again. Her legs were spread out and cuffs attached that kept them spread. Two pairs of hands began to caress her all over. They roamed across her back and legs. Her breasts were poked and pinched. Her ass was rubbed and slapped, drawing a yelp out of her. Her already high arousal was increased. Pussy juice dripped down her legs. After 15 minutes of alternating caresses, slaps and pinches all over her body, someone started to caress her pussy and clit.
Moaning with abandon, she leaned as much as possible into the hands. She was quickly brought to the edge of orgasm and then her pussy was bereft of attention, leaving her hanging. "Please, please let me cum." Her ass was slapped. Then again. She cried out each time. The body caresses started again. Her arousal descended some, but not far.
Someone was playing with her breasts, getting the nipples rock hard. The agony hit her left nipple as something crushed it in a vise-like grip. Her right nipple soon joined the left in pain. She realized that something was pulling down on them, making the pain worse than she remembered, assuming these were clamps. Her ass was slapped again. Her jerk at the slap sent the clamps swinging, causing a re-ignited fire in her breasts.
"Please, Master. Take them off. They hurt so badly. I'll do anything."
"Silly slave," the man said, "You'll do anything anyway. It gives us pleasure to see your nipples being pulled down like this. And we've just begun."
"Yes, little slut. I can tell you like the pain. Look at how your pussy is even wetter than it was." The lady sneered, "You're a natural. You want abuse and we will give it to you."
Valerie felt a fire across her back as a swooshing sound was followed by pain across her back. She cried out in pain, unable to find the words to beg for mercy as the whip lashed across her back again and again. Each stroke sent her shaking, causing her nipples to renew their agony. She was crying out loud as the blows continued, but she did not want to be the one to stop it. In spite of the pain, in the back of her mind she was aware of an almost audible click somewhere inside her as she reveled in letting the whipping occur and accepting it. Later, she would realize just what Giggy had described. There was something ecstatic in giving up the right to control her sexual destiny and place herself in the control of another.
While it seemed like more, the whipping ended at 25 strokes. Still crying from the pain, she felt the brief pain surge of the clamps being removed. Now two pairs of hands rubbed something oily into her back that soothed the pain somewhat. Both the man and woman whispered to her "That was very good. We're proud of you. 25 strokes with clamps. You're going to make a wonderful submissive."
After several minutes of soothing caresses, they asked, "Are you ready for more?
"Yes, Master, Mistress. Please use me more. May I have an orgasm?"
"Not yet, little one. Orgasms are rewards for good service."
As she moaned in frustration at that comment, they took her blindfold off. After blinking the initial light blindness away, she could see she was over what seemed to be a vaulting horse. The man was naked accept for a silk g-string, black in color. He had a hard-on that strained against the fabric. She could hear the lady's laughter from behind, "Look at that hungry look on her face. I do believe she wants to fuck your cock with her mouth. You'll get a chance to do that, my dear, in a bit." Looking back, she saw the lady was dressed in black denim hot pants (she didn't even know that hot pants came in denim), a black daisy duke shirt that left everything accept her breasts exposed and four inch stiletto heels. "How does she walk in those?" Val thought.
They unbound her from the horse and led her to another contraption. It was a table of sorts in a cross shape, but with a narrow center that just supported her back and neck when they placed her on it. The result was that her pussy and ass were suspended in mid air, as was her head. The Mistress (Valerie had fallen into full submissive thinking) was removing her pants and strapping something onto her waist. It had a large dildo sticking out of one end and a slightly smaller one that fit into Mistress' cunt. She was rubbing something all over the dildo, probably lube. Val thought, "My ass is in for it, I think. That's larger than the new vibrator I got for my ass. This is going to hurt."
The Master leaned over her and asked, "Do you want Mistress to fuck your ass with that monster?"
Valerie wasn't sure why, but she shook her head, "No, Master. Please don't let her. It'll hurt too much." Later she would realize that she had instinctively fallen into the game they wanted to play.
Master responded, "I'm sorry to hear that. I suppose we'll have to punish you for disobedience."
With that, he pulled a riding crop from behind his back and flicked it across her breasts several times. Val cried out in pain again, begging, "Please no, Master. Please don't punish me!"
"I think you know how to stop the punishment. Just ask for something else to be done to you."
He resumed flicking the crop against her body, varying the exact spot with unnerving accuracy. Each stroke drew a cry from her and tears of pain formed in her eyes. Still she refused to beg for an ass rape from Mistress. Then Master picked a new target and stayed on it. She felt a flick on her pussy, sending fire through her cunt and a scream of pain from her throat. Twice, three times. As the fourth stroke on her pussy landed, she screamed out, "Mistress! Make him stop! Rape my ass; I beg you, rape my ass!"
The blows stopped and seconds later she felt the lube covered dildo probe her ass. Unlike with Charles, she had no hand in how it was done. Pain erupted in her bowels as she felt like she was being torn apart. Unable to stand it, she cried out, "Yellow light!"
Everything stopped. The dildo pulled out and Master leaned over and asked, "What do you need?"
After a minute to catch her breath, she said, "Slower, Master, slower. I can take the sodomy, but not so fast or brutal."
"Very well. Do you need some time to relax?"
"No, Master. Please continue. I'm sorry I had to stop you."
"Never apologize for using your safe words. They're there for a reason."
Mistress returned to her ass, plunging in slower and working her way in this time instead of trying for a quick entrance. Valerie still felt the pain of the violation, but was able to endure it when there was not that feeling of being torn. Once she was in all the way, Mistress began to pump in and out the full length. Slowly at first, the tempo was increased. Val cried out in a mix of pain and arousal as her ass became accustomed to the massive intruder.
While Valerie's excitement could not exceed a certain level with just anal stimulation, Mistress was not so constrained. Val could see her increasing arousal as the dildo in Mistress' cunt was doing its work. As her arousal grew, Mistress pumped faster and faster, until she cried out in orgasm, plunging in one last time and holding there while the orgasm shook her body. As the tremors subsided, Mistress pulled out with an obscene sounding 'plop.' "She's a great ass fuck. You should try it." Mistress said to Master.
"I think I have something else I'd like to try. Slave, open you mouth."
Val obeyed and Master pulled down his g-string and shoved his cock into her mouth. Valerie found that lying on her back with her head leaned way back; she could take his cock deeper than she had believed possible. He didn't want a blowjob; he was going to fuck her mouth. She relaxed her mouth and throat as much as possible to accommodate him, letting his penis reach all the way to the back of her throat.
As he continued to plunge down her throat repeatedly, she felt a wonderful sensation in her pussy. Then it hit her. Mistress was going down on her. Disgust rose inside her, but not as far or as fast as lust. Her fantasy was coming to life. She was being forced to endure lesbian sex and she both loved and hated it. She was reaching new heights of excitement when Master's cock tensed up and she prepared for the flood of cum that followed.
But he didn't cum in her mouth. He pulled out and splattered her face, breasts and tummy with cum. He seemed to have an endless supply. "I'll bet he has been saving himself for tonight as well," she thought to herself. Her own orgasm was nearly there when Mistress stopped.
"Please, Mistress, don't stop. I need an orgasm. Please finish me off."
"No, slave. You have another duty to perform first. I want a second orgasm." Mistress walked over to her head. "Lick my cunt and get me off."
"No, Mistress. Please don't make me do that. I'm not a lesbian."
"You would disobey me! You'll regret your defiance."
The two roughly took her off the cross table and strung her hands above her head to a chain that hung from the ceiling. They pulled her up until her toes barely touched the floor. She could see Mistress rooting in a bag that looked just like a doctor's medical bag. Master bent close and whispered, "She loves it when a sub plays a 'force me to beg for it' game. You're doing great."
"Bitch, I'm going to spank you until you beg to lick my pussy, then I'll whip you ten strokes as a reminder to never defy me. This will last for as long as you make it last," Mistress said.
Curiously, Valerie could tell that Mistress was enjoying herself immensely and wanted Valerie to take as much punishment as she could bear. Valerie found herself craving the punishment and wanting to stretch it out for as long as possible. She could see that Mistress held some sort of paddle and was arcing back.
As the first blow fell, Val's ass exploded in pain. She screamed in agony as she realized that Mistress was striking with all her strength. Blow after blow landed on her bottom. Valerie found herself bawling in pain, crying in great gulping heaves. Again and again the blows rained down. She had reached the point where she felt almost to safe word level when she cried out, "Mistress, please let me lick your pussy. Let me please you and eat your juices. I beg of you, let me eat your pussy."
Mistress stopped. "Of course you may eat my pussy. First things first. I promised ten strokes with the whip. I'll give you a choice. Take the ten strokes and please me unbound, or forgo the strokes and be bound to painful tightness while you please me."
"Bind me, Mistress. Bind me so tight it hurts and force your pussy onto my mouth until you've had your fill of orgasms."
"There is something we need to do first. You're a mess. Master's cum is all over you. We need to clean you up."
As she said this Mistress scooped up fingerfulls of congealed cum, mixed with sweat and brought it up to Valerie's mouth. Her stomach roiling, Val ate every last glob of cum that Mistress fed to her. Then they took her down and began the process of binding her.
They started by tying her wrists together behind her back. The rope was then wound up her arms, cinching her arms together so that her elbows actually touched. Laying her on her belly, her legs were tied tightly at the ankles, knees and hips. Her legs were bent back and a rope cinched between her wrists and ankles until her two sets of limbs were only six inches apart. Her shoulders were aching under the strain and her knees were in pain from the way they were pulled backwards.
They put a mask over her face that covered her eyes, blinding her again. Her head was then pulled back until her neck was pulled tight. She tried to wriggle and found that any motion increased the pain somewhere. Master whispered in her ear, "Can you breathe okay? It should only be painful, not hard to breathe."
She took a few deep breaths and replied, "Yes, Master. I can breathe. If I breathe too deep, it hurts a bit, but I can breathe."
"Good, now please your Mistress."
At that, she felt Mistress' legs on either side of her head and could smell the musky aroma of a pussy. When the lips touched her face, she steeled herself and began to lick Mistress' cunt for all she was worth. The taste was different from her own pussy, but not unpleasant. The pain from the bindings and the humiliation of being forced to go down on a woman began their joint effort to arouse her again. Her tits hardened anew and her pussy produced even more juices. She did all the things she liked to have done to her with oral sex and was rewarded by moans and cries of ecstasy from Mistress. She located her clit and started long swipes of her tongue across the pussy and past the clit over and over again.
Mistress began to quiver as a massive orgasm hit her. Her legs tightened about Val's head. She could feel the thrashes as the orgasm swept over Mistress again and again. Valerie kept licking for all she was worth. A second orgasm swept though the pussy she was attacking. Val felt elated at the pleasure she was bringing to her Mistress. Something inside her felt completed.
Mistress pulled away and Master began to untie the ropes. The pain that had reached excruciating levels eased and she realized that her pussy was a deep cavern yearning for filling and ravishing. She moaned in desire, unable to stand as the stress of constant arousal and pain weakened her.
With her bindings off, Master bent down and whispered, "Would you like an orgasm now, slave?"
"Oh yes, Master. Please fuck me hard and fast. Make me cum."
Master picked her up and took her to the cross table again. Not even stopping to strap her down, he plunged his newly erect cock into her thoroughly lubricated pussy with a vengeance. While he pounded her pussy, Mistress got up and fingered her clit and breasts, sending Val to undreamed of heights. By the time Master emptied his second load into her cunt; Valerie had had three orgasms and hit the fourth as her pussy felt the stream of hot cum pour into it.
As he pulled out, he said, "Slave, your time of service is ended for tonight. You have well pleased your Master and Mistress."
"Yes, you have," she added, "I would love the chance to play with you again, perhaps explore some different avenues."
Valerie replied, "Master, Mistress, I have had a wonderful time. You've taken me places I never thought I could go. I would love to return next month and auction myself again. But I might not be free to do so. The Master of my first experience may have a call on me. I've been trying to figure out if this lifestyle is really for me and whether He is the Master for me."
"Who is this lucky man?"
"Charles Vanquil. He insisted that I take the time to determine for myself if he's a safe person to play with. That's not as easy as it sounds."
"That's a sound piece of advice. We don't know him, so we can't help you there. We'll be looking for you next month, just in case. You're worth far more than we paid for you."
"Thank you. I hope I can offer myself next month again as well."
"It's getting late; we had better get out into the main room and clean up. Do you have any friends here with you?"
"Yes, I do. They should be waiting."
Once outside the room, she found Rachael and Giggy waiting for her. From the smiles on their faces, she could tell they had had a great time as well.
"So how was it?" Giggy asked.
"It was incredible!" she answered. Seeing a couple of red stripes on Giggy's exposed chest, she commented, "I see you two enjoyed yourselves as well."
"Yes, we did," replied Rachael. "And we have some good news. We ran into someone who knows about you and the man from your first experience, Charles Vanquil. She is apparently a member of his household and has played with him in the past. She said that he is a safe player and extremely inventive as well. She said to give you a couple of names of past subs of his who have moved on. They will be able to give you some reassurance."
She handed Valerie the slip of paper and Val stared in shock at the second name on the list. Francine Traline! Her best friend was into BDSM and had been a sub with Charles! Seeing her shock, Giggy asked, "What's wrong?"
"Francine. She's my best friend. I never had a clue. This explains why she was so nervous about this weekend. Her boyfriend wants to start having sex and so does she, but she was afraid that he would find out a secret and leave her because of it. Now I understand her concern."
"Well, at least you know you can trust her," Rachael said. "If she does get rejected, she'll need a good friend to support her and understand. It's good that she'll have you if that happens. We should get you cleaned up and redressed. You can't take a cab home looking like this."
They saw her to the showers, then to her spare clothes and dressed. The couple took one cab home and Val took another. Exhausted, she went straight to bed and slept until nearly noon. She felt that she had found what she needed to know. This was the lifestyle for her and with luck; Francine would confirm that Charles was the Master for her as well.
