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18 Feb 2012 (2)
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18 Feb 2012 (2) My expectations of a scene out of a porn movie was quickly dashed as the elevator doors opened. At first I thought we may have been sent to the wrong floor, but Steve got off ahead of , scanned the room, and quickly recognized somebody and waved him over. As he crossed over to us through the crowd of business men and<b> slutty </font></b>dressed whores I was waiting for the joke to be revealed because this was nothing like what I expected. As this man approached he cast a presence of authority and was warmly greeted by all of the guests as he passed. He was 6'4" and could have been a football player in his younger days, but still very fit. My guess was that this guy was a Dom, which I found out later to be fact. "Steve, glad you made it, and who is your guest?" I extended my hand and answered, "I'm Dave." He grabbed it strongly, looked me up and down ominously, and smiled, "Hello Dave I am Paul and welcome to the party." He turned to a man a few steps behind him and said, "Get Dave's information before the end of the evening so that he gets an invitation to the next auction on July 28th. I hope you can make it." We moved to the bar to continue our conversation, but before we could start Paul was called away, "Who was that guy?" After Steve ordered his drink he turned and said in a low voice, "Look, there is two rules you must follow while here. Don't ask for a person's last name and don't ask what they do outside of these gatherings." I started to laugh before Steve cut me off, "I am serious! These guys don't mess around." He pointed at a sexy girl a few seats down from us at the bar, "Do you see that girl? Nice huh? Sexy huh? Well, a couple months ago he was a guy before he became his Master's slave." This was the moment I knew the evening was going to be a party like none I had ever been to before. For the next few minutes, as we worked on our drinks, I slowly started to notice all of the 'girls' were wearing slave collars, which got me to thinking just how many of these may have been guys at one point in their lives. It was almost intoxicating thinking about all of this as I was swept up in the highly erotic scene. Finally there was a bell that rang and all of the slaves excused themselves to another room, "What's happening?" Steve took a long sip from his drink and said, "It's show time, or should I say auction time. This is an event put on whenever there is a fresh stock of slaves ready to be bought and by their owners. Some for just personal use, and others not so lucky, in a more exposed role as hookers or porn starlets." The lights in the room dipped and Paul walked up to the podium to begin the proceedings, "Good evening everybody. Glad to see so many of our regulars could make it tonight, and also a few new faces." Paul was looking directly at me with an almost predatory look in his eyes, "And now for what we have all been waiting for. This evenings eight slaves that are up for sale," The first slave appeared from the other room and was led to a pedestal. She was dressed in a tight black corset with garters leading down to a pair of lace top black stockings, black opera gloves and a pair of extremely tall high heels. The chain attached to her black lace collar was attached to a silver ring at the base of the pedestal before the assistants returned to the back room. The auctioneer barely said, "Tonight's opening bid for this sissy slut will be..." before one Dom shouted, "FIVE HUNDRED!" The bidding was fast and furious as the initial group of bidders were quickly whittled down to a pair, and when the same Dom that started the bidding said, "THREE THOUSAND!!" the gavel sounded and the slaves new owner ripped the number from her hip and pulled her off stage. Turning back to my drink the beautiful blonde bartender said, "That was cheap. What can I get you?" Surprised by her matter of fact attitude I asked her for her name, which she quickly told me was Mary. "Do you work a lot of these events?" I was just trying to make small talk to cover the bulge in my pants. Mary continued, "I never miss one. Whenever Mr. Paul holds an auction it's always a big day for , but it's tough keeping waitresses because the dumb bimbos always say or do something stupid." This intrigued me, "What kind of stupid things have they done?" Mary leaned closer over the bar to tell me, "With this clientele it could be almost anything. My last waitress from the previous auction just got for $3000. Stupid sissy bitch." |
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