It's a rainy Sunday morning in Summer. One of those dull days with drizzle coming down that threatens to not stop all day. I wake up late. The party last night was a blast, and we didn't get home until early this morning. I lay there and reflect on my impressions of the event.
It was one of those fetish parties with many odd people to see and talk to. Gays and dames in leather outfits, slaves with their Masters or Mistresses, swingers looking for some exchange. There were several shows throughout the night, bondage, erotic, gays, and one initiation of a very young slave girl. And then, just before the party was over, there was a slave auction.
You had taken me there. I hadn't known where we were going. The only thing I knew was that you wanted me shaved and dressed in a very kinky outfit with a skirt that was so short that you actually couldn't call it a skirt. I was not to wear any underwear. Before we left you applied the golden tag to my pussy ring that would tell everyone getting close to me that this cunt was your very own property.
I felt a little awkward walking around like this. The tag would make a very soft but audible jingle with every step and I felt very exposed to the view of anyone around. But I felt you content and proud of me, and that was all I needed to be comfortable.
Before we entered the building where the party took place you fixed the black leather collar around my neck and applied the thin chain to it. I hadn't worn this in years and never in public, so I was shocked and I felt embarrassed about anyone seeing me like that. I could tell that you were enjoying the emotions pictured on my face: insecurity, anxiety, fear. A couple walked by on the sideway and they couldn't take their stare off this strange woman with the leather collar and the chain. I wished the ground would just open beneath my feet and I could disappear from their view. But you only pulled slightly on the chain and made me follow you through the main door into the building. It was dark inside. I felt anxious as I followed you through another door into the actual party room. It was a large room with small tables, some placed around some kind of center stage, some at the walls, in form of little séparés. The lights were dim and I could see people taking drinks, smoking, watching others, talking and laughing. You led me to a bar in one corner of the room and ordered us some drinks. You pulled a bar stool over for me to sit on. I was to sit on it facing the room, with my legs open for people to see my shaved lips and my tag, while the direct view on my cunt was even more faciliated for everyone since I was sitting elevated on a bar stool. You stood next to me and held the end of the chain loosely in your hand. You didn't talk to me, just watched me in my agony. I could tell that you were getting aroused by the situation and I tried to not show my anxiety and embarrassment. In spite of the situation I felt myself getting wet with excitement.
The first shows started and I was glad that the attention of everyone was drawn to the stage. There were two gay men in leather outfits with chains and bare chests who dripped hot wax on each other's bodies, exchanged deep kisses, and in the end one of them took the other one's cock in his mouth after having taken one good sip from a champagne glass. Then there were some other shows that I couldn't really concentrate on anymore. The drinks I had taken were taking their toll and I had to pee badly. I tried to draw your attention to me to tell you I needed to go to the bathroom. You didn't turn around, but just told me that if I wanted anything I would have to get on my knees on the floor and ask you for it. I was shocked. I thought I would never be able to do this in front of all these people. I was used to being on my knees in front of you during our role games, but that was usually at home with nobody around. This was different. There were enough people around who were already very much interested in my exposed private parts. They would surely notice me getting on my knees, pleading you for permission to release my bladder. So I tried to stay seated and concentrated on clenching my muscles. That was almost impossible with my legs open. When you realized that I didn't intend to give up the fight against nature too soon, you made me stand next to you with my legs open and my hands behind my back. This way I could hold it for only some minutes before I knew that if I didn't get to a toilet soon, I would just have to let go right there and then.
I slowly got on my knees in front of you. I kept my eyes down to not see people watching this scene. 'Please, Master. Let me go to the toilet,' I murmured. 'I can't hear you. I think you need to speak up a little from down there.' 'Please', I said louder, 'Please, Master, let me go to the toilet'. I saw the feet of some guys standing next to us turn into my direction. I could feel their stares on me. By now my eyes were filled with tears, partly from the pain my full bladder was causing me, partly of embarrassment. You allowed me to get up and follow you to the restrooms. Without hesitating you chose the men's door and led me inside. There were two guys standing at the pissoirs and I could see them doing their business from the side. Neither of them bothered to cover up. It seemed that they were enjoying being watched. You turned towards me and pulled my skirt up to my waist before you led me into one of the stalls and closed the door only halfway. 'Sit down, but don't let go before I tell you to. Look into my eyes'. I sat down and now it really hurt to hold back. My eyes locked with yours. You put your hand between my legs and slowly pushed your finger between my lips and into my cunt. The same moment you told me to pee, your finger pressed forward into my bladder. I felt an intense sting of pain when the first gush finally left my aching body. Shivers and goosebumps ran down my arms and made my nipples get hard. It seemed ages before the flow finally subsided and then stopped all the way. You started to massage my clit with your thumb until you felt it getting hard. And just as I started to enjoy the feeling, you gave my clit a final hard pinch and drew your hand back. I felt empty and humiliated, being treated without the usual tenderness and care of my needs. You told me to turn around and bend over. With a casual movement you dried me off with a piece of paper and pulled my skirt down. This was one of the worst moments of the evening. I felt you very far away from me and I started to wonder if you had any feelings for me at all. I knew that there was my partner, my friend, my lover, somewhere inside you, but I could not feel him anywhere close. I wanted badly to just run away from there and hide from the world inside our bed, the place where you had treated me with tenderness so many times.
