The sound of laughter and clanging silverware filled the room. There were smiling faces, adorned by dangly earrings and makeup. The floor was patterned carpet, supporting pairs of flashy high heels. For a brief second, I locked wyes with a slim woman with dirty blonde hair, in a tight-fitting magenta dress. Her immaculate figure was rather commanding, holding a cocktail in one hand and a clutch in the other, engrossed in witty conversation.
Then, the thought was abruptly ended by a sharp pain between my legs. A handler had pulled my leash, a fine chain connected to a harness on my balls. I wanted to cry out in pain, but I feared additional punishment was only a whimper away. The handler already seemed impatient, her frown growing more apparent by every moment I idled.
My senses snapped back. I needed to cooperate.
My handler took one last glare at me, cleared her throat, then motioned for me to heel and walked down the aisle, between couches with groups of chatting women. On all fours, the carpet was a welcome change. My elbows were already less chafed. Behind me, my balls swung with my trod, causing one woman to giggle in excitement. Already, I was attracting attention. More than a few women would eye me, make a comment, and laugh. No doubt talking about their planned sexual exploits with me on the receiving end.
I hoped I would see the woman with the magenta dress again, but my handler continued to walk farther from the cage I had been brought in on. Once we got to a raised platform in the middle of the event space, I saw how big this gathering was. Older women, mostly white, cougar types mingled and chatted. occasionally, I would glimpse a handler, dressed in the same black suit as mine. I could only assume I would not be the only pet at the event.
A few seconds after I reached the raised platform, the lights dimmed and conversation died down. A stage light shown on the platform. I quickly realized all eyes were on me.
A voice crackled through the loudspeaker.
"Hello esteemed guests, and welcome to our 15th annual Dominatorial Show. With us here today we have a wonderful selection, so be sure to check all of the wares out. If you are interested in making a purchase, talk to one of our handlers or sales associates, identifiable by their black uniforms. I am quite sure you all know the schedule from here. Lunch will be served at 12:30 PM, followed by a dog show, silent auction, and the classic center orgy. Dinner will be served on some of our very finest merchandise, so we recommend saving your appetite- especially for cute little sluts like this one."
There was a murmur of laughter, and I realized the comment was directed at myself. I burned with embarrassment. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a woman point at me, then imitated a jacking off motion.
I was anxious. Perhaps this was not a show like the last one.
Before I could make sense of my thoughts, another sharp pain jolted me awake. My handler was beginning to move again. I realized that the announcements had ended and conversation had resumed. I was led down the platform. There were shouts from many different directions, urging my handler to go down a different aisle. Instead, she stayed on the same path.
When we came to a group of cougars seated on a couch, the local conversation went dead. Six pairs of eyes were fixed on me. My handler started addressing the women:
"Good morning. I hope you all found your way here okay?"
There were nods all around the couch.
"I'm Patricia, a licensed handler here at the venue. Today, I have with me a beautiful little pet, recently napped, but very naturally submissive. He's got these beautiful blue eyes, perfect skin tone and gorgeous dirty blond locks. Flaccid, which is what you see now, he is about three inches."
Patricia nudged me with her knee, which was my signal to assume a ready position. I got on my knees, spread my legs, and put my hands behind my back, exposing my genitals, which attracted the gaze of the women.
Patricia continued, "He's been shaved, trained, and is ready for purchase. Erect length is 5 and three quarters of an inch, with 2 and three quarters in circumference. His rectum is unpenetrated and unstretched, so he's rather tight."
That was my signal to assume a doggy position, where I turned around and bared my ass to the buyers. My ass was a bit cold, but it was smooth and shaven.
Then, Patricia uttered the words that started the event: "If you'd like to sample him, you absolutely may."
A blonde with a green dress spoke up.
"What's his name? He has the cutest little pout."
Patricia responded, "He has no name as of now. His name is your choice. You may even have it branded onto him if you wish."
The blonde nodded approvingly.
Her friend to the left inquired further.
"What's his tongue like? may we see it?"
Patricia nodded, and looked at me. Obediently, I turned around, stuck my tongue out, and began to pant like a hot puppy..
A chorus of "Awws" broke out among the women.
"He's a prize, that's for sure," remarked a black haired woman with opal earrings,
"Can we see him hard?" another inquired.
Patricia responded "Of course, but it'll cost five dollars, as it slows down our sales.
The Opal earring woman handed Patricia a five dollar bill, and looked expectantly at me. I knew what I had to do. I pretended to close my eyes, but I was really squinting. We were taught to imagine scenes to bring arousal, to display our erections. But I found no need for fantasies. The woman closest to me had gorgeous breasts, staring out from her tight red dress. It took no time at all for me to feel the blood rushing to my crotch. When I opened my eyes, my dick was hard, pointing forward.
"That was fast," remarked the Opal woman.
"We train our pets to control their urges." responded Patricia.
"I must say, I rarely bid. But I may put one down on this one, just once."
"The starting bud is eight hundred" Patricia explained.
"Do it, Emily," urged one of the woman's friends.
"Imagine having the boy of your dreams, waiting on you for every favor."
