It was broad daylight on Park Avenue, the most attractive and impressive area of New York City. Like most days in the big city, the working class went to and from their offices, the wealthy enjoyed fine dining, and tourists strolled the neighborhoods while taking pictures.
Aside from the norms of the busy neighborhood, Natalie stood naked in a barren room on the 38th floor of a luxury apartment building. She was positioned in front of a window, which was covered by a thin white curtain for privacy.
Her hands were tightly bound together above her head, attached to a black rope which hung from a hook in the ceiling.
An embellished black mask hid the top of her face, but highlighted her prominent nose and chin. It allowed the beauty of her face to show, while concealing her identity. Her long dark hair cascaded freely down her back, and her lips were accentuated by ruby red lipstick.
Silk black stockings with a seam running along the back covered her shapely legs. They made her impossibly long limbs seem even longer. Black heels completed her scant attire. Her body was on full display, in all its nude glory.
No one would deny that she was enchanting. A rare combination of strength and femininity, she appealed to men and women alike. While slender yet curvaceous in the right spots, she projected an image that her body was built for rough fuckings. At the age of 34, Natalie had come to realize that she greatly enjoyed being sexually used by others, and that was exactly what she expected today.
Not even her closest friends knew about the depraved secret she kept. Her submissive desire and craving to be used for the pleasure of others might be hard for them to understand.
Eventually, she let professionals take control in this secret place of congregation. It was an elegant setting where like-minded people of a certain class could indulge in their very naughty desires. The masks were discretionary. But for Natalie, it was an absolute must; no one could know that she allowed herself to be treated in such a scandalous manner. She was a high powered lawyer for God's sake.
The rules were simple. Secrecy was sacrosanct. Cleanliness was non-negotiable. Respect was necessary. This was an exclusive affair and everyone came dressed accordingly.
As Natalie stood there bound and masked, she watched the female Auctioneer step into position beside her. The Auctioneer wore a purposefully revealing suit, cleavage and all, along with a gold mask to conceal her identity too. She was a tall woman with a commanding aura, which made her perfect for the job.
In a strange turn of events, Natalie had joined these taboo gatherings at the request of the Auctioneer, who incredibly was also a lawyer named Lea. They had been opposing counsels during a lengthy trial. When the case ended, Lea asked Natalie out for drinks.
"You know something,"
she had said to Natalie at a private table, while they both slumped, battered and exhausted after the grueling case.
"Women like us are a rare breed. We work our asses off. We're smart. Sophisticated. Dedicated. And we both like to be fucked a certain way. I could tell what kind of woman you are the first time I saw you."
Natalie almost spit out her drink. Was she really giving off some type of sexual vibe? How was this woman able to deduce that Natalie liked the rough stuff?
For most of Natalie's adult life, sex had been vanilla. The usual grind was required to achieve orgasms of the minimum standard. However, in recent years, she had made a few naughty requests of her partners to spice things up. Rough fucking. Light choking. Some spanking. But most importantly, she had asked to be treated as a sexual plaything, as opposed to a romantic partner. Only when these conditions were met was Natalie able to achieve earth shattering orgasms.
Had one of her ex-boyfriends spread word about her deviant desires? Or was Lea a sexpert extraordinaire? Natalie wondered as she stared, with a deer in the headlights look.
"I belong to a club, of sorts. It's for men and women who enjoy pushing the bounds of unconventional sex. Think about it. It's a highly exclusive network and we could use new members like you. Don't worry, no one will ever know. There's a formal contract that includes a confidentiality clause. We're all bound to secrecy with waivers and agreements. Quite a few members are lawyers. If you're still uptight about privacy, we can offer you a custom made mask from Venice. A few of our esteemed female members wear them. It puts them at ease while exploring the darker parts of their sexuality."
Natalie was dumbfounded and her cheeks turned bright red. Lea had seen this look before, many times. Undaunted, she forged ahead and disseminated information that made Natalie's panties instantly wet.
After some dialogue designed to calm Natalie's sudden hyperventilation, Lea continued her pitch.
"Kinky stuff. Ropes. Whips. Group settings. Dominance. Submission."
"Like BDSM?" Natalie asked.
Lea smiled.
"It's a BDSM club. Actually, I participate in a very unique way. How would you like to be sold? If you agree, I'll make sure you go to the most exciting bidder."
Their secret conversation continued until Lea pushed a card with a phone number over to Natalie. With that she stood, paid the bill, smirked down at Natalie, turned and left. She was confident that a call would be forthcoming. That fateful meeting had been the start of Natalie's blessed sexual emancipation.
After several days of intense deliberation, she made the call, figuring she had nothing to lose. After all, Natalie thought, who was Lea going to tell? They were both career women and had a lot to lose in terms of their reputations and potential clients.
At that point, her lessons began; ass, pussy, mouth. She was disciplined in all the arts. Her body was trained to hold erotic positions for long periods of time. All her pleasure points were found; strengths and weaknesses determined. It wasn't long until Lea had classified Natalie as a bondage fiend and pain slut. That was the proper diagnosis for this inexperienced sub.
Of course, Lea had greatly enjoyed her role as Natalie's sexual mentor. Having been responsible for the training regimen, Natalie was especially well versed in giving pleasure exactly to Lea's specifications. They had spent many enjoyable evenings with Natalie's face planted in the pussy and asshole of her carnal coach. At the end of a rigorous day in court, meeting for the illicit activities was a welcome treat. Their shared enthusiasm and work ethic made them especially well suited to both give and take in their respective roles.
That was then.
Now, the guests took their seats in the room. There must have been at least 15 people present, which seemed to be the standard. Natalie couldn't do an exact count since she was locked facing the front wall. From down the hall, she heard more people milling about in the remainder of the apartment (at least another 15).
It was true what they say about other senses being heightened when one was hampered. The sounds of footsteps and of people settling into the upholstered high back chairs was clear. Soon she heard quiet whispers about her beauty. Eventually conversations turned to ways in which the guests envisioned using her for their gratification.
The potent combination of being bound and not knowing what would take place made Natalie's pussy moisten in anticipation. Juices pooled at the tops of her thighs since she had no pubic hair to hold it in her intimate space.
The Auctioneer struck a gavel on the podium. "Ladies and gentlemen, before we begin, I would personally like to thank you all for coming. We have a wonderful line up of men and women today. We are certain that you'll enjoy the pleasures we have in store."
She dispensed with the usual formalities as the event began. Her words were professional and spoken with the assertiveness required of a good attorney. However, there was also a seductive and playful quality to her delivery. The small audience applauded when the proceedings were officially underway.
The Auctioneer continued, "First we begin with Natalie, this stunning beauty standing beside me. Officially, she's a working professional, highly respected in her field. Unofficially, in front of you all, she'll be used as someone's
Fuck Toy.
"
Natalie couldn't contain her excitement and the involuntary spasm of her pussy.
"I know that many here have a fetish for working women. Believe me when I tell you that Natalie has brains which parallel her incredible physique. Which one of you would like to own her? Who wants to make this highly educated woman submit to your sexual whims?"
Even though Natalie was unable to watch, she heard murmurs of approval. The Auctioneer, however, made note of the nods, licking of lips, and sharpening of gazes. Lust was in the air and Natalie was on everyone's appetite.
"First, we'll begin with a showcase of her legs."
The Auctioneer left the podium with a leather paddle in hand as she approached Natalie. Then she rubbed the tip of the paddle along Natalie's black stockings. Natalie did her best to remain still, despite her own excitement.
"These legs are long and flawless," the Auctioneer said. "Without heels, she stands at 5'8". She's a runner and has completed quite a few marathons for charity. Just think of how good it would feel to run your fingers, lips, pussies or dicks across these legs."
Natalie became wetter as the paddle moved upwards and was swatted against her ass.
"I know that many of you enjoy administering a good spanking to a ripe ass. Natalie's butt is perfectly round and lush; her tender skin can handle long bouts of paddling. Allow me to demonstrate demonstrate."
The paddle was pressed flat against Natalie's left butt cheek, and was then withdrawn by the Auctioneer. A thunderous clap sounded as contact was again made between the paddle and her ass. It echoed loudly in the room and caused Natalie to flinch, despite her best efforts to remain still.
