A true story of a local charity auction and lucky winners.
Sir put my name in a charity prize auction to be auctioned last evening at a hotel we use in the city.
I assumed it was the same as the last 2 auctions I was in, the first I had to serve the winner and his 2 sons for 3 days.
The second I had to serve the winner for 3 hours.
The only similarity was all bids were sealed, meaning you bid for the lot you wanted with the maximum you wanted to pay.
I was one of 20 lots for example;
A posh barbers shave and haircut.
Making and eating some expensive chocolates.
A chauffer Ferrari for a day.
A long weekend in Spain, (donated by my father.)
A garden makeover.
A Michelin Star restaurant meal for 6.
A housemaid for the day.
Guess which was me?
The auction raised lots of money to be shared out to local charities, as in every years it`s been run
I did not know who my winning bidder was or how much or when I would be needed.
Am I excited, not as much as i would have been had it been overnight, but at least I would wake in my own bed, have maintenance, go to church, come home and be done twice before Sir goes to the Casino with his friends watching the World Cup Final.
I must have shown some dissent last night as i had earned 5 extra maintenance stripes, usually only 10, added to the 5 stripes i got yesterday = 20 and puts me laying on my tummy again typing.
As with every story, there is an upside, Marc, his dad and my father had the winning joint bid for the Michelin Star meal. :-)
The Grand Christmas Auction by sara brown.
My Auction Lot was the last to be auctioned.
Envelopes were collected and the highest bidder won me.
It was a bit of an anti-climax for me really.
Although I had been given 5 new stripes on Saturday morning to show my Sirs mark and was used uncommonly rougher, twice before we set off.
Looked like Sir was as excited as me.
At the hotel, no side room where the `Prizes` on offer could be felt and examined.
No back room of girls and a couple of boy slaves could play and cavort.
The auction over and i was still fully clothed, that is until Sir saw my disappointment and took me to a second floor laundry room we had used a few times before for sneaky love making sessions.
We once went and it was occupied but we were invited in with 2 strangers and in the darkness i sucked a cock the size of a courgette.
I was duly fucked and a few slaps and it was not until my maintenance the morning after, i got my 10 stripes and Sir said 5 extra for facial and bodily expressions of decent the day before.
Ant reoccurrence would result in 5 stripes a day for 5 days.
I can assure all that would not happen but by the same token he was 100% correct.
My phone bleeped on the kitchen counter and i picked it up, Tuesday 10.00 Maid Services and an address.
It was not my phone it was Sirs and he saw me put it back down so strap on back of the kitchen door was used on my already red and stripped bottom.
My fault entirely and well deserved, i was not thinking, it was not even my phone message bleep.
It was Tuesday, i was on a pre Christmas weeks holiday and Sir had arranged a car to collect me and take me to the house.
I put matching bra and pants on, just in case, no real need for a bra but me and most guys like to see the embarrassing performance a girl makes removing one.
The electric gates opened and i was driven up a long drive, almost to the front door.
I was met by Mr B.
A member of our community and i was in school with his drippy, spotty, but cute son.
Mr. B. welcomed me and offered me a choice, a vacuum cleaner or a maids outfit similar to one i have at home.
No brainer for me.
We went up stairs and he told me to change as he sat on the bed.
He was quite a dishy looking man really, and obviously kept himself fit.
