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I took my drink from the silver tray, which was held by a young woman clad in nothing but a pink dog collar. The only jewelry the girl wore was a chain that looped from the rings in her nipples, and disappeared between her legs, presumably attached to another ring somewhere in the warm depths of her pussy.
Rarely did I take part in these events. I wasn't really a "joiner," but I'd wanted to have people to commiserate with when I'd discovered my interest in such goings-on, and managed to stumble upon an organization nearby. I learned a lot along the way, and I was right to have wanted people with similar interests to compare notes with.
Most of the members were husband/wife teams: one of the spouses learned of the other's desires and the rest was history. There were a couple people who were straight out of a dirty book: They had their harems, and once in a while, needed to "thin the herd," so to speak. Sister Amanda was one of these. It seemed that every year or so, she'd invite members to an auction. She'd take on more than she could handle, and had a party, where others were invited to bid on her "excess." The money all ended up going to charity, so no one really minded. And I had to admit, Amanda did manage to find some damn fine specimens.
This time around, she had two "for sale." I wondered just how many subs she had at any one time, that she had more than one to auction off. One of the other Dommes had brought in her boy - her husband really - who was on sale for a weekend's swap. The man was bisexual, so the bidding wouldn't be limited to women.
Anyhow, the jist of the matter was, there were three slaves on auction. The gentleman, a boy of maybe twenty, and a teenage girl. I'm not sure how other groups do such things, but at these auctions, it isn't unusual for potential buyers to meet the "merchandise," and even interview them. This was the
first time I'd been truly interested in splurging at one of these events. While the idea of having this woman's husband for a weekend sounded fascinatingly different, the girl had caught my eye.
Now, before you jump to any conclusions, there was nothing historically heinous about my interest in this girl. Although she was, indeed, a black woman, there was simply something different about her, a beauty that some other subs I'd seen didn't have. A brief conversation with her gave me the impression that she was an intelligent person, which I liked. It'd been a while since I'd had a woman around the house, and I was getting tired of doing my own cooking and cleaning, as well. I had money, but not quite *that* much...
The fortunate thing about this group was, we pretty well knew each other's limits. Once it was determined at one of these auctions that an on-sale sub was desired by member, normally, they would end up going home with said sub. Any bidding war was more for show than anything. Once in a while, there'd be two wanted the same sub, so then the battle would be on. There'd been one auction I'd attended where the bidding had nearly turned into a catfight. I'd never before thought myself interested in such things, but I found it to be oddly arousing, at least at that moment.
The waiters at these parties were always subs of members, brought along for said purpose. Their dress depended on their dominant's wishes. Occasionally, they'd be fully clothed, but often when they were, it wasn't in normal street clothing, but some brand of fetish outfit. For the most part, the waiters and waitresses were dressed like the girl who'd brought me my drink.
Shortly after I'd taken my first sip, the lights dimmed and Sister Amanda stood in a spotlight.
"Greetings everyone. Welcome to my home. It's time for the festivities to begin. As you all know, Mistress Carissa has offered the services of her boy for a weekend, in addition to the two items I'm offering. As you all also know, the money raised tonight will go to a charity that has been pre-determined by vote of the membership. This evening's donation will be to the Wayward Arms Home for Battered Women. Have the slaves gotten everyone's drinks? Yes? Good. Let's get started..."
The young man stepped out into the spotlight. He was totally nude, any body hair he may have had was shaven off, except that on the top of his head. It occurred to me that the kid needed a beard or moustache or something, because he looked far younger than his years. Amanda liked the young-looking ones...
The bidding went on for a few minutes, escalating until a desired level of giving was reached. Anyone attending these auctions, and expecting to "buy" anything had to be ready to part with a minimum amount of money, but there was nothing saying you had to start your bidding there. It was the game. As I mentioned before, these things were mostly pre-determined, so most of the bidding was for show.
The boy went to a former girl of mine, who'd decided she wanted to try the other side, and realized she liked topping better. The boy was released to go to his new "owner," who immediately started fondling his bare balls.
Next was Carissa's husband. The notion of having him for a weekend sounded interesting, but I wasn't quite curious enough about such things to go through with it. Still, Bob was a handyman by trade, and the auction rules said nothing about sex. Hell, if someone wanted, they could buy him and have him shingle their house all weekend.
Bob came out in a schoolgirl outfit. He looked ridiculous, in my opinion, but I knew he was turned on by the humiliation of it, especially given his publicly uber-macho persona. If anyone in his circle of friends found out what he did behind closed doors, chances are he wouldn't have those friends anymore...
The winner of Bob's services was Carissa's best friend, Clarice, whose husband was her slave, as well. Clarice had long before made it clear she enjoyed watching two men having sex together...
Lastly was the girl I'd taken a shine to. She was escorted out, totally nude. Her pretty, young breasts bounced a little as she walked, and when she briefly glanced up (earning her a swat on the ass) her gorgeous brown eyes twinkled in the light. As with the young man, she was devoid of bodily hair, but for that on top of her head. When she knelt in the spotlight, head bowed in submission, my cock twitched.
I took my drink from the silver tray, which was held by a young woman clad in nothing but a pink dog collar. The only jewelry the girl wore was a chain that looped from the rings in her nipples, and disappeared between her legs, presumably attached to another ring somewhere in the warm depths of her pussy.
Rarely did I take part in these events. I wasn't really a "joiner," but I'd wanted to have people to commiserate with when I'd discovered my interest in such goings-on, and managed to stumble upon an organization nearby. I learned a lot along the way, and I was right to have wanted people with similar interests to compare notes with.
Most of the members were husband/wife teams: one of the spouses learned of the other's desires and the rest was history. There were a couple people who were straight out of a dirty book: They had their harems, and once in a while, needed to "thin the herd," so to speak. Sister Amanda was one of these. It seemed that every year or so, she'd invite members to an auction. She'd take on more than she could handle, and had a party, where others were invited to bid on her "excess." The money all ended up going to charity, so no one really minded. And I had to admit, Amanda did manage to find some damn fine specimens.
This time around, she had two "for sale." I wondered just how many subs she had at any one time, that she had more than one to auction off. One of the other Dommes had brought in her boy - her husband really - who was on sale for a weekend's swap. The man was bisexual, so the bidding wouldn't be limited to women.
Anyhow, the jist of the matter was, there were three slaves on auction. The gentleman, a boy of maybe twenty, and a teenage girl. I'm not sure how other groups do such things, but at these auctions, it isn't unusual for potential buyers to meet the "merchandise," and even interview them. This was the
first time I'd been truly interested in splurging at one of these events. While the idea of having this woman's husband for a weekend sounded fascinatingly different, the girl had caught my eye.
Now, before you jump to any conclusions, there was nothing historically heinous about my interest in this girl. Although she was, indeed, a black woman, there was simply something different about her, a beauty that some other subs I'd seen didn't have. A brief conversation with her gave me the impression that she was an intelligent person, which I liked. It'd been a while since I'd had a woman around the house, and I was getting tired of doing my own cooking and cleaning, as well. I had money, but not quite *that* much...
The fortunate thing about this group was, we pretty well knew each other's limits. Once it was determined at one of these auctions that an on-sale sub was desired by member, normally, they would end up going home with said sub. Any bidding war was more for show than anything. Once in a while, there'd be two wanted the same sub, so then the battle would be on. There'd been one auction I'd attended where the bidding had nearly turned into a catfight. I'd never before thought myself interested in such things, but I found it to be oddly arousing, at least at that moment.
The waiters at these parties were always subs of members, brought along for said purpose. Their dress depended on their dominant's wishes. Occasionally, they'd be fully clothed, but often when they were, it wasn't in normal street clothing, but some brand of fetish outfit. For the most part, the waiters and waitresses were dressed like the girl who'd brought me my drink.
Shortly after I'd taken my first sip, the lights dimmed and Sister Amanda stood in a spotlight.
"Greetings everyone. Welcome to my home. It's time for the festivities to begin. As you all know, Mistress Carissa has offered the services of her boy for a weekend, in addition to the two items I'm offering. As you all also know, the money raised tonight will go to a charity that has been pre-determined by vote of the membership. This evening's donation will be to the Wayward Arms Home for Battered Women. Have the slaves gotten everyone's drinks? Yes? Good. Let's get started..."
The young man stepped out into the spotlight. He was totally nude, any body hair he may have had was shaven off, except that on the top of his head. It occurred to me that the kid needed a beard or moustache or something, because he looked far younger than his years. Amanda liked the young-looking ones...
The bidding went on for a few minutes, escalating until a desired level of giving was reached. Anyone attending these auctions, and expecting to "buy" anything had to be ready to part with a minimum amount of money, but there was nothing saying you had to start your bidding there. It was the game. As I mentioned before, these things were mostly pre-determined, so most of the bidding was for show.
The boy went to a former girl of mine, who'd decided she wanted to try the other side, and realized she liked topping better. The boy was released to go to his new "owner," who immediately started fondling his bare balls.
Next was Carissa's husband. The notion of having him for a weekend sounded interesting, but I wasn't quite curious enough about such things to go through with it. Still, Bob was a handyman by trade, and the auction rules said nothing about sex. Hell, if someone wanted, they could buy him and have him shingle their house all weekend.
Bob came out in a schoolgirl outfit. He looked ridiculous, in my opinion, but I knew he was turned on by the humiliation of it, especially given his publicly uber-macho persona. If anyone in his circle of friends found out what he did behind closed doors, chances are he wouldn't have those friends anymore...
The winner of Bob's services was Carissa's best friend, Clarice, whose husband was her slave, as well. Clarice had long before made it clear she enjoyed watching two men having sex together...
Lastly was the girl I'd taken a shine to. She was escorted out, totally nude. Her pretty, young breasts bounced a little as she walked, and when she briefly glanced up (earning her a swat on the ass) her gorgeous brown eyes twinkled in the light. As with the young man, she was devoid of bodily hair, but for that on top of her head. When she knelt in the spotlight, head bowed in submission, my cock twitched.