28 July 2012
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Posted:Dec 27, 2020 11:37 pm
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The Fed Ex package arrived just a little after noon, and inside was just a brief message with a password and directions to what I knew would be the first check point if they were using the same set-up from the previous slave auction. In a man's handwriting a smaller message was scribbled at the bottom of the invitation - HOPE THIS IS JUST THE FIRST OF MANY. SEE YOU TONIGHT. MP. I did appreciate the added touch, but I was still fighting that battle within myself to either go back or stop this immediately.
It was 9 pm and the party had already stated an hour ago, but here I sat in my car just down the street from the corner I was suppose to make first contact. I could see a man standing next to his car pacing back and forth while constantly looking at his watch. I suspected he was waiting for me, or maybe another late arrival. Just as I was about to pull away and return home my phone rang. Once again with the 'unknown caller' listed on the screen. I suspected it was Mr. Paul, so I picked up. Before I could even say a word Mr. Paul's forceful voice was invading my head, "Why don't you just drive down the block and get here soon. Yes, he saw you waiting down the block, for what I don't know. No excuses, just get here!" The connection was immediately cut off, and I was compelled to stop wasting time.
After getting further directions I drove to another parking garage where I was met by a valet to park my car. As he handed me my ticket he pointed at a white van parked on the street, "You'll take the shuttle to the party. It's about a 30-minute ride from here." As I climbed into the back of the passenger van the driver handed me a blindfold and told me I would need to put it on when I was told to do so. Suddenly nervous I asked, "Is this really necessary?" Without looking back at me the driver responded, "It's the rules." I was committed once I slipped it on and sat back for the ride.
Eventually the van stopped and I was told I could remove the blind fold. I had no reference to where I was because once again I was faced with another underground parking structure. Similar to the last time my invitation was checked, hand-searched for whatever they were looking for, before being pointed in the direction of some stairs leading up. At the top was an auditorium and dance floor with a large stage on one end, two bars on opposite sides of the room and a lounging area with several couches and tables where many of the guests were congregating.
Mary ran across the room to give me a big hug and a hot wet kiss that nearly took my breath away. When she pulled back she was blushing, "I hope that wasn't too forward." I just laughed and said I never knew what to expect at these events. We both laughed as I could feel a sexual spark between us, but before I could go on Mr. Paul and another gentleman approached us, "Well, look who arrived fashionably late. Glad to see you could make it. That last mile is always the toughest to complete." The other man cleared his throat before Mr. Paul turned to him, "And this is my major financial backer in these little auctions. Dave, this is Mr. Fred." We exchanged a handshake as he said, "I'm always interested in our new guests. I wasn't here in February, but I heard a lot of good things about you. Welcome." He was so gracious that all of my anxieties just melted away.
Mary excused herself to return to the bar, and before our conversation could continue a woman appeared from behind the curtain on the stage. Mr. Paul turned back to me to began, "We are down to the last slave of the night, but there are some side activities I think you might enjoy." As the pair started to walk off Mr. Fred took one last look back at me he added, "He's a cross dresser and thinks this is all an act." Laughing at Mr. Paul his words were like daggers, "I might even bid on him because I have been looking for a sissy slut to become my woman."
I needed a drink after hearing him say that. I made my way through the crowd and reached Mary's bar. It almost felt like a safe haven after my previous experience at the auction. Just then the curtains opened and two men rolled out a cross dresser in a chair dressed in all pink lingerie cuffed, gagged, blindfolded, and restrained. The ladies in the crowd all hooted their approval while the men just seemed to stare at him as if he was fresh meat. After his introduction and the bidding began it was visible that the cross dresser was realizing this was real. As he was tugging at the arms of the chair the bidding intensified. I heard one of the guys at the bar say, "The more he struggles the higher the bidding will go...and seal his fate as a sissy slave." I looked back at Mary and she nodded in agreement.
The woman MC suddenly slapped the slave hard across the face and continued with the auction, Trying to quiet him down through his moans for release she produced a large penis-shaped vibrator and moved behind him to begin the slow torture that would break him. The same two men grabbed his ankles and lifted them above his head while the Domme circled him with the vibrator already humming. When she was finally ready, and the bids had slowed, she jammed the entire length of the vibrator up his ass and began spanking his cheeks. The crowd went berserk as the ladies jumped up on the stage and began using the dildo on him. Tears were rolling down his cheeks as one woman appeared from behind the curtain wearing a very large strap-on dildo. He had no idea what was ahead of him, but once the Domme thrusted deep inside he quickly became compliant.
One of the Dommes on stage finally announced her highest bid and claimed her new property as she used an even larger strap-on to break this sissy. "Pretty hot, don't ya think?" It was Mr. Paul, and he had spotted me tenting the front of my pants, "Are you wearing anything like that underneath your clothes tonight?" I could feel my face blush as I shook my head 'no' as he pressed on, "Cross dressers are the 'in' item right now. I can't get enough of them to meet the demand." Every time I spoke with him I always felt like I needed a drink afterwards, Pointing at the slave as he was wheeled off, still impaled on a large vibrator, 'Have you given it any thought?" The walls felt like they were closing in, "Any thought of what?" Mr. Paul took a step closer to whisper, "We could use your services if you are ever interested." Seeing me jerk back he tried to calm me by adding, "Not for sale, but just helping us as some kind of servant for a night so you can get a better idea of the inner workings of our little activities."
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The Invitation
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Posted:Dec 25, 2020 3:24 pm
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It took a couple weeks to get that night out of my head. It had effected more than I could have ever imagined. I was now wearing some kind of lingerie nearly 24/7, at the very least panties, and behind closed doors I had started practicing walking in 3-inch pumps. The click-clack on my hard wood floors always accentuated my small efforts to embrace my expanding desires.
We had barely seen each other since the auction because Steve was given a small promotion, which included working the previous four months in New York City. Walking out to my car I spotted him waiting next to it. We had the normal chit chat between friends before he brought up the subject of the auction, "Sorry about us leaving early. I heard we missed a lot." I wanted to ask a thousand questions, but tried to cover by only asking, "Oh, you are still in contact with them? What could we have missed?" Looking around to be sure nobody could hear Steve continued, "They used the 'sissy breaker' on the last slave of the evening." I had to know, "What is that?" Steve's smile grew bigger, "I've never seen it, but the rumor is it never fails."
I could feel myself tingle in my pink panties. Why of all days was I also wearing a lacy pink garter belt, black stockings and pink trainer bra. My mind glazed over a bit as I saw myself at the auction in the back room waiting to be taken to the 'sissy breaker'. "Are you listening to what I am saying?" Steve was waving his hand in front of my face. "Sorry, I have a lot on my mind." which was so true. "The main reason I am back this week is because the 28th was suppose to be the next party. Have you heard anything, because typically by now I would have got a call or message or the Fed Ex package."
I had forgotten that the date was quickly approaching. In fact it was only days away. "If you hear anything can you ?" I wasn't expecting it so I gladly said, "Sure." Steve had to run off to a meeting leaving me now thinking of only one thing. Wondering if I might receive the invitation that Mary said she would arrange for me. Just as I was about to exit the garage my phone rang, but the screen said 'unknown caller', so I just let it go to voice mail as I pulled out into traffic.
When I got home and disrobed down to my girly wear I checked my messages and was nearly knocked off my feet when I heard Mr. Paul's unmistakable voice, "You really should answer your phone when I call. Dave, I heard from Mary that you would like to join our next gathering. I don't know if you remember it is this weekend, but I hope you can make it. back your reply with your sissy name and you will get a Fed Ex package the morning of the party. Mary and I have talking you up to the others so don't disappoint me." The last message had been played and I dropped onto the couch, not realizing I had become semi hard and was panting slightly just hearing his statement.
Without fully contemplating the consequences I sent a return with the brief message of, "I WOULD LOVE TO BE INVITED AGAIN - KATE." Part of me regretted what I had done, until a message chimed in, "Your Fed Ex package will arrive 28 July 2012. Please follow all instructions.
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18 Feb 2012 (3)
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Posted:Dec 24, 2020 11:05 pm
Last Updated:Dec 25, 2020 11:59 am
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This was just the start of an evening of firsts and for the next hour the guests bartered over four more subs, 2 guys and two girls, like it was an everyday occurrence. Watching this from a distance made it seem more like theatrics until the next sissy was presented. While the speech of 'her' qualifications were read two of the earlier slaves began circling the room whispering something the gentlemen. A few waved them away before finally escorting one of the Doms a side room, which fortunately I had a perfect view through the partially closed door.
I don't know what brought her over, but Mary must have spotted something before leaning in close to whisper, "What is stopping you from joining them?" At that moment the two slaves had dropped down to their knees and was already stroking the man's hardening cock through the opening in his pants. I tried to stay cool, but still nervously laughed through my response, "I am just here as an observer" Taking a sip from my drink I turned to look directly into her deep blue eyes, "Maybe next time, if I ever get invited back." Mary stared deep into me as she nearly purred her response, "I will put in a good word for you with Mr. Paul." As she returned to another of her bar patrons I turned my attention back to the back room show. The slaves had stripped down to their panties, garter belts and stockings and the Dom was sucking on the blondes heaving tits while the brunette was deep throating his veiny erection.
Watching this occur nearly became in a sense a transference to me because I too was wearing a garter belt and stockings underneath my tight pants. Until that moment I didn't think it would be a problem, but the more excited I got the more aware I was of my own lingerie clinging to my body. I had to force myself to look away and when I turned back toward the bar Steve was gone and Mr. Paul was standing in his place, Noticing what I had been watching <r. Paul started his soft , "I am glad to see that none of this has effected you negatively," I wasn't quite sure what he meant, although I took it several different ways, "I'll admit the evening was quite different than I imagined, but this action is quite a bit out of my price range." We both laughed at the comment before he continued, "Well, you are always welcome as a guest, or if you want to make some on the side we could find some work for you in some capacity." I thanked him for his gracious offer, quite nervously, and started scanning the room for my wingman Steve. "If I can give you one suggestion about your choice of attire when attending one of my auctions. If you want to avoid being hit on by any of the Doms, be sure to wear something that doesn't reveal that tell-tale shape of garters under your pants."
My God! I was caught and didn't know how to respond. Mr. Paul was smiling and waiting for me to say anything. As I attempted to begin some kind of explanation Steve rushed to us and said, "Hey, you know that chick at work that I have been hitting on for a couple months? Well, look what she just texted!" He showed us a picture of our dowdy-looking receptionist posing more like a Penthouse fuck animal. "Dude, I have got leave right now! She says tonight IS the night." Steve was desperate and I had my opening to gracefully exit out of a tricky situation before anything got beyond my control, "I am ready to call it a night too. Thank you Mr. Paul it has been quite a memorable evening."
Almost on cue Mary popped in out of nowhere again, "Do you have to go already? We can arrange a limo to take you home if you want to stay." My resistance nearly melted just listening to her kind offer. Part of me wanted to stay, but knew I needed to go, so I graciously said my good nights and thankfully rushed off to the elevator with Steve. I never felt safe for the entire ride home. Steve was talking non stop, but all I could think about was having Mr. Paul know my little secret. I locked myself in my hillside condo, stripped down to the lingerie I had worn to the party, and then only tossed and turned the entire night thinking about a whole new world I knew nothing about.
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18 Feb 2012 (2)
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Posted:Dec 23, 2020 2:23 pm
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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 slutty 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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18 Feb 2012
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Posted:Dec 22, 2020 3:00 pm
Last Updated:Dec 22, 2020 10:17 pm
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I thought it was rather strange that my friend from work asked sit in the back seat when he picked up for the party. He later told , as we were driving into an industrial district, that we were going to a special 'social' gathering.
During a conversation at a party the previous weekend the subject of Sex Clubs was brought up and I had stated it would be interesting just to observe from afar for an evening. Nobody else seemed that interested and after a brief chat by the group we moved on to another subject.
Later Steve approached me and said he was going to a Dom/slave party in the Valley the following week and wondered if I was really interested, "I have an invitation for myself and a guest." I thought he was joking at first, but after a couple seconds, as he stood there waiting for my answer, I realized he was being serious. I was drunk and high and quickly accepted, and thus a week later found myself in the back of his car going to an unknown location.
He told me I needed to lay down on the back seat for a few minutes while he drove to a checkpoint to get further directions to the building. I thought it was a little overly dramatic, but went along with his instructions if it meant it would get me inside and fulfill a fantasy. We stopped twice and I heard Steve talk to someone for only a few seconds before we moved on and eventually drove down levels into an underground garage.
"Okay, we're here. Just act natural and blend in and you'll have a great time."
My heart was racing in anticipation as I rose up to see that we were stopped in front of an elevator with large security types dressed in suits. The valet drove the car off as we were 'wanded' before the elevator arrived. As Steve and I entered the lift one guard suspiciously checked the e- invitation. All that was said in the exchange was, "You will want the th floor."
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