"Gentlemen, What Am I Bid, For 20 minutes of pleasure with my precious pet here?"
"I'll give you 20 bucks!" someone in the back shouts. Searching out the source of this bid with my eyes, I look at him coldly, saying "Serious bids only please. The bidding starts at $100."
From near the middle a large black man stands, and offers $100 and the bidding begins. "$150! $200! $275!", the bids keep climbing higher and higher. Finally, after about 10 minutes of back and forth bidding between the black man, and a couple of the more prosperous looking fellows in the audience that push the bid to near $2000, I hear a new voice from near the back say "I will give you $5000 right now for the 20 minutes, with an option for additional time!"
You hear me step closer to the window and say "SOLD! For $5000! Please see the cashier for directions to the door here."
A shiver runs through your body. That voice, you know the sound of that voice. Recognize it deep within you. 'OH MY GOD!' you think to yourself, 'What in the HELL is my BOSS doing here?'
A few moments later, you recognize the sharp rap on the door as hers, from when she knocks on your office door at work. Being an advertising executive, you are used to dealing with powerful and influential people all the time, but this woman, the owner and president of the company you work for, has always intimidated you.
As your ears strain, you hear the soft click of her heals as she walks into the room after I open the door for her. Greeting her, I accept the $5000 cash that she offers me and tell her that you are hers for the next 20 minutes and that she can do anything she likes, as long as there is no permanent damage to you.
Fear stabs deep into your heart at that statement from me. She asks if I will be present in the room, and I tell her yes, but I won't interfere. You hear a chair scrape on the floor, then creak as my weight settles into it.
You feel a hand, softly trailing across your stomach, brushing lightly around your bellybutton before moving up towards your nipples. One nipple gets grabbed hard between her thumb and forefinger, and you feel her breath at your ear, warm and sensual, as she whispers, "You know my name, as I know yours. Do NOT say it out loud." She then leans back slightly and says in a louder voice, "For these 20 minutes, you will address me only as Mistress, is that understood?"
You nod your head vigorously, agreeing to what she wants. Hoping that she will be relatively nice to you, knowing that it probably wont happen. She is a hard woman to please at work, and you have heard that she is just as harsh in her private life, although no one really knows a lot about her life after work.
SMACK! Your cheek stinging with the pain of the slap, tears welling up in your eyes under the blindfold. "Did I not tell you to address me as Mistress?" She says with a quiet, voice.
Suddenly realizing your error you open your mouth a little wider around the ball gag, and do your best to say "Yes Mistress!" She suddenly reaches up, and pulls the blindfold off, letting the light blast into your eyes, momentarily blinding you as they adjust. When you can finally see, you see her standing in front of you, dressed as glamorously as she always is. Her beautiful figure accentuated by the tight clinging designer dress she is wearing. Her gorgeous red hair framing her heart shaped face, which currently wears a look of disdain upon it. Her light green eyes, staring haughtily at you, looking up and down at your exposed, naked flesh, a smile of satisfaction just barely showing.
I sit, watching her prepare to use you as she pleases, knowing exactly who she is, and seeing the deep embarrassment in your eyes as she sees you like this.
She reaches out quickly, and grasps both your nipples between her fingers, and pulls them out from your chest sharply, causing your tits to lift with the tug and pain to shoot through them. Squeezing them hard, she watches the pain flash across your face.
