Wondering how I ever got roped into this charity slave auction...and judging by the outfit they have given me to wear...roped into is an àpropos statement.
The cramped quarters of the make shift change room making it even more difficult and making me blush as I add the frayed ropes to my wrists. Taking a deep breath...talking myself calm, remembering the rules...two hours at the charity dinner, then home to the comforts of my own house. How bad can it be to eat dinner next to a man with ropes dangling from my ankles?
I wait nervously along with the other similarly attired 'slaves.' The banter is light as most know exactly who will be bidding on them, but I am a wild card, new in town and my first auction. At last my name is called and I walk out onto the stage.
My breasts heaving as I stand and listen to the made up description of me. Blushing as I hear the words willing and submissive. The short skirt barely covering my bottom as I turn and show off my assets.
Blinking under the bright Christmas lights and hot spot lights I can hear the auctioneer start the bidding and a look of horror crosses my face as the silence stretches.
Mortified that I have subjected myself to such humiliation, I turn and start to fumble my way off stage, when a hand grabs my elbow and steers me back to the front. I blink into the lights and see the flurry of activity in the silent audience as paddles are raised and lowered and the auctioneer's voice finally breaks through.
An appreciative gasp rolls over the crowd as the auctioneer bangs his gavel and says sold! Blinking rapidly, holding my breath as my 'owner' frees himself from the undulating crowd of bodies and offers his hand to help me down the steps.
As my feet land solidly on the floor, he tips my chin up so that I am staring into his twinkling green eyes. He turns me and ties my bound wrists together and with a firm hand on my back steers me toward the exit. Shocked to see the door looming, I stop and start to protest when he whispers in my ear, "I have bought you, and you are my slave. I will have you back and seated before dinner is served...now walk."
Unnaturally warm for the week before Christmas, I barely notice the temperature change as he guides me to a waiting limousine. The driver leaps out and opens the door, bowing to us as we slip into the spacious interior.
"Call me Master, that's all you need to know for now and I hope that you are as willing and submissive as you were described. I have won the award for highest bid tonight in addition to your voluptuous body." His hands grip my shoulders and he pulls me to him, covering my lips with his hot mouth and kissing the will from my body. Limply I lean into him, bound hands twisting behind me.
My heart pounding in my ears, the rushing of heated blood infusing my flesh with a soft pink glow. Barely able to pull air into my lungs, his hands are all over me. Poking and prodding, exploring my every curve. He pulls from me and lays me back on the seat, hooking the ropes that hold my ankles to opposite sides of the car so that I am splayed wide.
My skimpy purple panties, doing nothing to hide my aroused sex from his gaze. My breasts jutting forward as my shoulders pull back. I stare into his eyes and feel his hands on my thighs, rolling down the red stocking, baring my flesh. My heart beating nearly out of my chest, as my spread thighs tingle to his touch. Holding my breath as he lifts his gaze and peers into my eyes, lust filled and sparkling in the dim interior light.
"Are you ok with being my slave, I will only ask once?" his gaze piercing into me, parting my lips to speak, all that comes out is a moan, and I nod my head in agreement. He chuckles softly and his hand dives under the leg band of my panties, his breathing quickening as his fingers explore the wet folds. My entire body yielding to his touch as I pull at my tied wrists, straining to push my hips higher, to feel his fingers inside me.
He pulls them out and licks them...smiling, as the limo stops and I am clearly visible to the passersby on the sidewalk, the chauffeur holding the door wide as he steps out. My face flushing with a red as deep as the Santa suit that the man staring open-mouthed into the car is sporting. Unable to hide my exposed body the flush creeps lower until my entire body is glowing red, as hot as the embers of a winters fire.
As the door closes, I realize that I had been holding my breath and I let it out in a long expletive, finally chuckling softly to myself as I realize that Santa got his own gift just now. The situation so bizarre that I erupt into a fit of giggles that leave me weak, limply lying back, tethered within the luxurious interior.
The man who bought me, whose name I still don't know, climbs back into the car, holding the door wide to let the Santa and his gathering crowd see my plight once more. The murmur of the crowd cut short as the door closes and the limo starts driving once again.
He shows me the bag from the shop...and tells me he has bought me a Christmas present or two...his eyes twinkling. He rips my panties from me and I watch in horror as he produces two clamps, each hanging with green and red bells. He clips them onto my swollen labia, making me whimper and wince. Flicking them to hear them jingle, he winks at me and pulls out a matching set. Lowering my top, and cutting my bra off me, he adds those to my nipples.
The tingle ripples from engorged nipple, directly to my swelling clit. I can feel the juices running out of my pussy as the pain in my nether lips starts to subside to a dull ache.
He pulls the bells up high and my nipples point to the roof, I growl, from deep in my throat, pain and pleasure almost balanced, so much so that my eyes glaze over and my breath comes faster. Letting them go abruptly, my hips lifting, gasping in a ragged breath.
Shaking my head in denial as his hand returns to the bag and out comes a butt plug...a big butt plug, and omg...shock flickering over me as I see the tail hanging from it. He lubes it by pressing it into my sopping pussy and then pumping it fast and hard until I cum, a wriggling screaming mess, writhing on the slippery leather seat.
While my orgasm it at its peak...he pulls it from my spasming cunt and shoves it into my ass in one strong stroke. My lungs finding renewed energy, I scream, it echoes in the car....
As the scream fades, my depleted lungs bursting with the need for air, his lips descend, sealing to mine, sucking my tongue deep in his mouth, claiming my last breath.
He pulls back and quickly fastens a collar round my neck and two leather cuffs to my wrists, cutting loose the rope, my arms are clipped to the collar. As a final touch a leash is attached and a set of reindeer antlers perched on my head. Gasping, dragging cool breath in to soothe my throat and lungs, I stare into his eyes once more and find an inner peace there. I can feel my muscles relaxing, my breathing slowing, deep and even, all the while my wanton pussy pumps at the air, the bells jingling softly.
The limo lurches to a stop and he unties my ankles, pulls my stockings up my thighs and when the door opens he climbs out holding the leash. I must obey, I must follow, the bells jingling softly with every step, with every heave of my breasts.
Taking a deep breath and smiling, my body quivering with a need, a hunger for him, I follow my Master to dinner.
I can hear the murmurs, shocked gasps as he leads me to the dinner table. My hands held in place by the collar, my braless breasts bouncing, jingling with each step. The tip of the tail swaying just below the hemline of my dress, swishing against my thighs, keeping my pucker dancing. Swollen labia aching as the clamps dig deeper, the dripping juices threatening to flow out and over my thighs, stockings in place but telling their own tale with the runs.
I look only at my Master, his desire the only thing making my feet move, following the heady male scent of him, head held high as I am shown off to the crowd.
As we approach the table, he turns to me and pulls me up tight with the leash, sealing his lips to mine with a heat and passion I have never felt before. My hips swivel and pivot to grind against him, the bells jingling, seemingly so loud in the newly hushed room.
He pulls out my chair and I slip onto it as he slides it under me, gasping aloud, my eyes flying wide as the plug drives deeper into my hungry ass. I can hear his chuckle as he unhooks the leash and tells me that I am free to talk at will..."Enjoy your dinner," his eyes dance mischievously as he sits beside me.
As if a fog lifts from my passion infused brain, I realize my predicament. Decorated and tethered, my hands fluttering uselessly, I look at him and silently beg, plead to have my hands released.
The first course arrives and I stare at the plate, wondering how I am going to enjoy dinner like this. I peek at the others gathered around the table, they have become used to me sitting here like this, and they smile and laugh, commenting on how I am going to manage my food. A few of the men openly leering at my pert nipples, the clamps quite apparent through the sheer fabric.
Leaning close, I whisper, "Master, how am I supposed to eat, my hands are still clipped to my collar?"
His eyes dancing he answers with a loud voice that carries through out the room, "I am sure you'll think of something, maybe someone will take pity on you and feed you."
He goes back to his plate, digging in, ignoring me. I sit, thinking and finally deciding that I will just do my best. I lean forward, wincing as the plug in my ass moves, and start to eat from my plate. When I sit back up, he gently wipes my mouth with his napkin and kisses my lips. "There you go...I knew you were a Good Girl the moment I laid eyes on your trembling body."
