very
different, babe," said Alexis, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "From my point of view, I don't see myself as a helpless damsel in distress, being forcibly restrained and raped against my will. Rather, I'm choosing to get fucked because I'm a horny woman who wants some good kinky dick." They both laughed.
After we recorded the consent statements, Vixen asked us what order we wanted to go on the stage. We played Rock, Paper, Scissors to determine the order. It was going to be Alexis, Chris, Ty, and finally me. I think Alexis was nervous to go first, but waiting until last gave me more time to feel anxious.
Finally, it was time. Vixen blindfolded and handcuffed Alexis. Ty and I each kissed her on the cheek before Vixen led her out of the room. Her face had a sheen of perspiration, but she bravely soldiered on.
From the room backstage, we could hear cheers and the drone of the Chairman on the microphone, but we couldn't make out what he was saying.
After about 15 minutes, Vixen returned for Chris. She didn't give any hint as to what happened on stage, other than sporting a big smile. I gave Chris a hug and a kiss before she escorted him out. Ty and I held hands in silence for another 15 minutes before Vixen returned for him. Then, I was all alone with my anxiety. When she finally came for me, I was extremely nervous, but also anxious to get it over.
As we walked up the stairs, I gripped her hand tightly. "You'll be fine," she whispered to me. "In fact, you're going to love this. Trust me."
Then I heard the Chairman's voice over the PA system. "Ladies and gentlemen, our final initiate this evening is the lovely Layla." Vixen paraded me around the stage and I tried my best to walk sexily in my heels, even though I couldn't see where I was going. Her words, "Trust me" echoed in my head, and I decided to trust that she would lead me safely. "Layla," continued the Chairman, "like the others, is seeking a sponsor to cover her dues. She, also like the others, is about to graduate from college and is seeking both employment and housing. So, if you would like her to frequent our club, then you should consider facilitating that. Now, doesn't she strike you as adorable?" There was a round of applause to indicate agreement. That brought a smile to my nervous face. "But we must be sure, mustn't we? And though that is a beautiful dress she is wearing..." He paused as Vixen spun me around so the crowd could see me from all angles. "We can't be certain until we have seen more of her figure. Vixen, if you please."
Vixen unzipped my dress as the crowd applauded. Though I was nervous to be disrobed in front of everyone, I was also turned on by knowing that the audience was watching me, without me being able to see them. It felt good to be appreciated by so many people. Vixen briefly unlocked my handcuffs to get my dress all the way off, but quickly locked me back up. This time with my hands behind my back. That forced my tits to thrust forward. I was glad that I was wearing my sexiest matching bra and panty set.
"It looks like someone came prepared to be seen tonight!" Vixen spun me around again to more applause. This time there were also some whistles and whoops. I could tell that while many were from men's voices, there were also some women cheering for me. Vixen marched me back and forth across the stage. "Now," intoned the Chairman, "let's begin the bidding. Remember, all funds generated by the winning bid will go to the club to cover expenses, but offers to cover dues, provide housing, and/or offers of employment are separate. Bids must be made in increments of $100. Let's begin at $1,000 dollars to spend this evening with the delectable Layla."
I gulped at the amount. One grand to have sex with me? I had no idea anyone would pay that amount for me. I had always had sex with people for free. And as a college student, everyone I knew was broke and couldn't pay for sex even if I wanted them to. The bidding rose quickly, and soon hit $2,000. For a moment, I thought that I should become a high-end escort after graduation, but I quickly realized that this crazy scene was unlikely to happen very often. I was jarred back to the present when the bidding reached $3,000. Had the others inspired this level of madness too? $4,000! By the time the bidding was $5,000, I could tell by the voices that there were just a few bidders left. There were three - two men and one woman - who switched to bid increments of $500.
"Going once... going twice... sold to the woman in the back for $10,000!" There was a mighty cheer from the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, that is the highest bid this year!"
"It's a present for my dear husband!" shouted the woman.
"I know for a fact that he'll love it." There was a lot of laughter. "Congratulations to our initiate and thank you to everyone who participated tonight—especially the four initiates and the four winning bidders. I especially want to congratulate our highest bidding winner and his grand prize! Vixen, please lead Layla to her master for the evening." Vixen carefully led me down the stairs and down the center aisle. "I know you all look forward to watching him enjoy her as we all enjoy each other tonight!" There was more laughter and applause, and then a lot of noise as people got up from their seats and made their way into the other parts of the club.
Vixen led me down the stairs. "Ma'am, I present you with your prize," said Vixen to the winner.
"Thank you, sweetheart. And I will hand her over to my husband. She is my present to him."
Vixen whispered in my ear, "You are a lucky girl. You'll be in good hands tonight. I know from experience. I've been in those good hands before, and I've always enjoyed it immensely." She kissed me on the cheek and then passed me to him.
"Follow me," said a deep, gravelly voice in my ear.
"Yes, sir," I murmured, wondering if I had much of a choice in the matter. I felt a large hand encircle my bicep and pull me forward. He led me away from the noise of the crowd, but I could hear footsteps and voices following us out of the room where the auction took place. Then, I heard glasses clinking and figured that we were passing the bar. He helped me up a flight of stairs, to the second floor. Finally, we must have reached our destination because we stopped.
"What is your safe word?" he asked in a low voice.
"Rumpelstiltskin."
"Rumpelstiltskin? Really?" He laughed, the sound reverberating in what sounded like a large chest. Suddenly, I felt the mood lighten.
"Well, yeah," I explained, slightly embarrassed. "Vixen told us to pick something that wouldn't normally come up during sex. I figured no one would ever say 'Rumpelstiltskin' during sex, so that's what I picked." I shrugged my shoulders. "Plus, I was thinking of mysterious men in dungeons tricking beautiful young girls, so it seemed to fit."
"Well, the dungeon is downstairs, and we are upstairs, so this mysterious man will have to trick you in the dungeon some other evening. Tonight, I plan to take you here." His voice switched back from amused and lighthearted to serious and determined. "And I am going to do what I want with you, unless I hear you utter your safe word. Would you like that?"
"I think so," I said quietly and nervously, as I pondered what he meant.
"I want you to be certain. If you want that, then you need to tell me so in no uncertain terms. I want to hear you ask me to fuck you." His voice was deep and insistent.
"I...I want you to fuck me. Sir," I added. I was anxious, but I was also turned on. I was scared about having sex with a strange man without being able to see him or even use my hands, but if I'm being honest with myself, I had also fantasized many times about being ravished by a mysterious man while not being able to resist. Now that it was about to happen, I was eager for him to take me. "Sir? I want you to take me now. I am all yours."
I felt two large hands grab my forearms and pull me forward. His large body pressed into mine, squishing my boobs, and making me gasp at the sudden forcefulness. One hand let go of my arm and entwined his fingers in my hair. He pulled my hair backwards, tilting my chin upwards, and causing me to squeal in surprise. His lips pressed against mine. He kissed me hard. I could tell that he was tall because of the angle of the kiss. At first, I didn't kiss back, because I wasn't expecting it, but soon I was returning his kiss because I wanted it. It felt good to have his tongue in my mouth and mine in his.
"It is time to remove your bra, pretty though it is. I want to see your tits." His gruff tone turned me on. I felt dirty, but in an exciting way.
"You'll have to do it for me; I can't reach," I said, pulling my hands so that the handcuffs jingled.
"Oh, I'm going to do it, alright, but I want you to ask me to." He kissed me again, hard, leaving me breathless. Then, he spun me around so that he was behind me.
"Please take off my bra."
"Why?"
"Huh?"
"Why do you want me to take off your bra?"
"Take off my bra because I want to show you my tits, sir," I said, finally understanding the game he wanted to play. He wanted me to be submissive, but slutty. That would work perfectly, I thought to myself, because that is exactly how I am feeling. He was being demanding, but he was also giving me permission to say exactly what I felt. He was requiring that I voice my desire to have him fuck me. Well, game on! I'm going to tell him to use me exactly how he wants to. "Please take my bra off, sir. I want you to see my tits."
I felt him position himself behind my back and pull the band of my bra. He unfastened it and slid the straps down my arms. The bra collected on my wrists like a lacy pair of handcuffs. "You have beautiful tits. So firm and supple. Do you like showing them to me?"
"Yes, sir. It excites me, knowing that you can see my titties."
"Is that all?"
"No, sir, I want you to play with them too." He grunted, like he wanted me to continue to vocalize my desires, so I did. "I want you to knead them in your big, strong hands. I want you to roll my nipples between your fingers, and pinch them until they get hard." He grabbed my hips from behind and pulled me into him. As his hands slid up my torso, I realized that having my hands cuffed behind my back put them right at the level of his crotch. Simultaneously, I gasped as his hands cupped my boobs and he grunted as my hands found the lump in his pants. He was already semi-hard, and he seemed big.
