Our relationship was fine until I saw him eat someone. That does tend to put a damper on things.
I was...well, still am...his Domme, and he is still my boy. It's just a little confusing.
The first time I met Dominic was at a Leather Forever convention, a group I had been a member of for many years. That particular weekend, I had gone to the slave auction on a whim, hoping against hope to find someone there who would entertain me, if only for a little while. It was very, very crowded as was usual because it was the first "official" event of the weekend. Finding a seat proved difficult, and I had to settle for one in the very back of the room. The moment I saw him, I knew I had to have him. You know the feeling. Gracefully--much too gracefully for a man--he walked up onto the stage, dressed in tight, faded jeans and a leather vest. Nothing else. Not even any shoes. He skirted the Emcee's hand and strode into the spotlight, then placing his hands behind his neck; he arched his chest out and took a wide stance. His cock was outlined under his jeans, and he was hard and hung, let me tell you. Black hair, a little long, was in his eyes, and I was too far away to tell what color they were. He grinned, and his perfect white teeth shined in the lights. Well, needless to say, I got wet just looking at him and squirmed just a bit in the uncomfortable plastic chair I was sitting in. So the bidding started, the Emcee teasing and taunting the crowd into frenzy over this unknown man, and the bidding was fierce.
But you see, I had already decided I had to have him. There was just something...off... about him.
The money that is used for the auction is Monopoly money, and everyone gets a certain amount when they check in the hotel. In order to earn more, you had to perform stupid stunts, like flashing the bartender your tits. That had never set well with me as I am not a "stupid stunt performing" kind of gal, but I was so enthralled with this man, I bribed/cajoled/threatened all my friends for their money.
And then went and flashed the bartender my amble breasts.
I was a little insulted as the man merely winked at me and then went back to his job, flipping bottles and filling glasses. Some men just do not appreciate perfection. Or perhaps he was just so used to seeing us perverts year after year, nothing fazed him anymore.
$100,000.00 dollars of play money was the price for a night with this submissive man. The bidding finally ended up between me and a couple I knew well, both Tops, both hard core Dominants. "Uber Dom" stood across the room from me, staring daggers at me while his lovely wife screamed and railed, her frilly black tutu riding further and further up as she jumped around. I merely smiled, and upped the bid.
I could relate the back and forth of the bidding, but other than the crowd roaring us on, and the woman calling me a few unpleasant names, it was all standard fare. Ten dollars was all that separated our bids. I had just ten more dollars than they, and no one would give them anymore. The bartender deal had paid off.
$100,000.00. He had better be worth it.
I walked up onto the stage, and he winked at me and grinned wider.
"Never look me in the eyes unless I tell you to." I declared, harshly. He had no collar, so I fetched one of my own out of my toy bag, and wrapped it around his neck. Placing the lock in place, I leaned close and whispered in his oh-so-perfect ear, "Do I need to teach you manners, boy?"
"No..."
"Ma'am will do for now."
"No, Ma'am." You could hear the capital "M" in his voice. He was staring intently at my shoes.
"Look at me."
He looked me in the eyes...green eyes...like the finest cut emeralds. Gazed locked, I just knew I had him. No one can look a vampire in the eyes without being completely mesmerized.
