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My master dressed me in my favorite black lace garter belt before sliding black fishnet stockings up my lean legs and attaching them to the belt. He inhaled my scent as his nose neared my aroused cunt. I shivered with anticipation, wanting him to bury his face in between my legs, to use his wicked tongue on my clit, but he abandoned my cunt to slip my feet into five inch patent leather platform heels. He clipped thick leather cuffs on each wrist and ankle, leaving my usual collar off.
He stood me in front of the full length mirror, eyeing his creation. My long wavy auburn hair fell around my shoulders, looking silky and tousled, accentuating my green eyes. My pert nipples hardened under his gaze, standing at attention, ready to be enjoyed. He stood behind me in his black tux and crisp white tailored shirt, tall and broad, while he ran his hand up and down my ass, edging closer and closer to my cunt, teasing me. I squirmed a little hoping it would coax him to slip a finger or two inside but instead he slapped my ass and told me to behave.
Tonight was an important night for him. He was taking me to The Club's annual New Year's Eve gala where he'd be gifting me to one of the elite doms in hopes of moving up in The Club's ranks. I wasn't sure how I felt about it but I wanted to please him and knew I'd do anything for him, including giving myself over to a stranger. He assured me that I was only being gifted for a week, that the gift itself was the use of me for this time frame, not forever, but a shiver of fear still ran through me.
His black car arrived promptly at nine. He covered me with a black cape that gapped open with the slightest movement before ushering me into the mirrored elevator, through his building's lobby and out into the waiting car.
I felt on edge as the car crept into the city traffic. He put his hand on my thigh as he assured me that I would do wonderfully. He told me how proud he was of me and how he knew his gift would fast track him into the elite circle. I hoped I'd be able to please whatever elite dom he gave me to. I wasn't even sure he knew which one would receive his gift. It sounded like that decision would be made by the elite circle, not him.
My heart sped up as we inched closer to downtown and The Club. Light snow swirled around the traffic, bouncing light and brightening up the otherwise dark night. His hand slid up my thigh in a slow teasing motion, not stopping until it was pressed up against my clit, sending a shot of arousal through me.
We pulled up in front of The Club. The bright heat lights under their awning were blinding. The doorman stood at attention while several men lingered by the front doors.
"This is to make you feel more comfortable," he purred in my ear as he slipped a thick velvet blindfold over my eyes, blocking out everything. "Do as your told. Behave. I'll make this all worth it for you once I'm promoted."
Fear rattled through me as my cunt became wetter at the thought of turning myself over to someone else.
He took my hand and helped me out of the car. The cold night air and swirling snow captured the cape, throwing it open, exposing my naked body to anyone who wanted to look. My nipples tightened and goose bumps exploded over my skin. He did nothing to close the cape, either oblivious or wanting to show me off. It took a moment before the warm air of The Club welcomed us.
A soft male voice greeted us, offering to take his coat and my cape. My master untied the cape, letting it fall away, leaving me in nothing more than the garter and fishnet stockings. He pulled my wrists behind my back and clicked the cuffs together.
"You will be on display during the dinner portion," he said into my ear. "Don't talk to anyone and don't say anything unless you're asked a direct question. Keep your answers short and direct and always end your responses with sir or ma'am. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," I said, the excitement building in my abdomen. This was really happening.
He lead me up some stairs that felt carpeted and into what I guessed to be their grand ballroom. I heard a sea of voices talking over each other and glasses clinking as we entered. I had only been in the play areas of The Club, never to a gala or dinner. Those were usually reserved for only the elite and upper members.
He lead me up another step onto what felt like a wooden platform. He hooked my wrists to something metal and cool behind me, making me immobile and defenseless. He spread my legs, placing what had to be a spreader bar between my ankles, clipping it to my ankle cuffs, forcing my legs apart.
My cunt felt exposed and aching.
He tweaked each nipple into hardened points and slapped my ass.
"Be good," he whispered in my ear. "I will see you in a week."
Then he was gone.
My heart raced as I considered what I had agreed to do. I was completely exposed to a room full of strangers who I couldn't see, waiting to be handed off to someone I didn't know.
Voices came closer, talking in that conversational way that happens at parties.
"Oh look at this one," I heard a female voice say as a hand trailed up and down one thigh. "She's quite beautiful. I think she's Paxton's girl."
Two hands cupped my tits before pinching and pulling on my nipples. I leaned into it as the sharp pain went straight to my cunt.
"She's responsive," the female said with a laugh. "Let's keep her as a consideration."
More people came over. More hands found their way into my hair, onto my nipples, and a few dipped into my wet and aroused cunt.
One gentleman curled his finger as it was buried deep inside me, hooking my g-spot, threatening to make me cum all over him and the floor. I squirmed and pushed into his hand, aching for the sweet release, but he only chuckled and pulled out, making a few comments to his partner about how ready and willing I was.
As the hands continued to probe and explore me, I gave myself over completely to the sensations, no longer self conscious about being fondled and used by so many strangers. I let my body take over, to fully enjoy and melt into each sensation, soaking it all in as I felt completely consumed by my arousal.
At some point the hands abandoned me and I was left dripping and aching, wanting more.
The crowd quieted down as a microphone was tapped and someone must have taken the stage.
"Welcome," a strong male voice said, "and thank you for coming to our annual New Year's Eve gala. As you know, several junior members have brought along gifts for some of the elite members as is our tradition. I take that you've had a chance to circle around the room and sample the lovely gifts on display. We are delighted to have a wonderful selection of gifts this year.
"Elite members, please take a moment to write down your gift preferences and pass your cards to our gracious servers. We will announce who has been award what gift after dinner."
Voices filled the space once again as conversations resumed. I felt cold, aroused and exposed. Doubt crept through my mind, making me worry that I might not get selected by anyone and I'd let my master down. I took in a deep breath and wished for the best as I thrust my tits out as best I could given my limited mobility.
Silverware started clinking against plates as dinner was served, a pleasant aroma filling the air. I should have been hungry but it was the last thing on my mind. I hadn't been able to eat anything all day. My body felt pleasingly vacant.
My mind drifted as dinner continued, voices rising and falling, but I couldn't pick out any one conversation. The voices hummed around me like one undistinguishable wave of sound.
I had managed to zone out completely when someone unclipped me from the metal rod and disconnected the spreader bar before guiding me off my little platform. They walked me through the cavernous room, the conversations whirling around me, rising and falling, up more steps and onto what I had to guess was the main stage. They positioned me, telling me not to move, before abandoning me.
My knees felt weak without the metal support but I did my best to remain standing straight, fully aware of a roomful of eyes on me and whatever other gifts were probably on stage, too. I wanted to make my master proud.
The voices quieted down as a strong male voice started talking into the microphone.
"I expect dinner was exceptional this evening. A big thank you to The Club's head chef, kitchen staff and our lovely servers." Applause erupted. "Now for the fun part of the evening. We have gone through all the elite member's preferences and have the pleasure of announcing which gift will go to which elite member."
He continued talking, reading off names with corresponding numbers which had to be the different gifts. I had no idea what number I was so I barely listened as he rattled off the list.
My heart pounded as a wave of fear washed over me.
After what felt like forever, the list was completed and the male voice told the elites to collect their gifts at their convenience.
Chairs scraped back as people moved towards the stage. I stood as still as possible, taking in deep breaths, as the anticipation of meeting my new master frightened me.
Hands soon found me and unclipped my wrists from behind my back. A rough masculine hand curled around mine, warm and firm, as it lead me off the stage, directing me down the steps one at a time.
"Would you like to get cleaned up?" a deep male voice asked me.
I felt wet and sticky but sexy as hell. "However you wish me to be, sir."
He chuckled. "I rather like you how you are now."
A little thrill ran through me.
He kept the blindfold in place which I didn't mind as he guided me over to his table and told me to sit down. I could hear snippets of conversations around me as a band started to play.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
