Nora sat at the kitchen table tapping the end of a pencil on the table. In front of her was a questionnaire she had to complete. The questions were a methodical, painstaking inventory of her sexual limits and experiences. Notably absent from the form were questions about what she actually enjoyed. She knew why, and the thought of why filled her with that familiar mix of excitement and trepidation - the same feelings she felt as a young girl getting on a roller coaster for the very first time. In fact, she knew deep down that they were the very thing she craved more than anything else, and what made her pussy moist and tingly when she felt them.
The paperwork was for the first annual charity slave auction being held by the BDSM club to which she and Master belonged. The proceeds were to go to a local battered women's shelter. The auction was to be only open to club members, and bidders were to be held to the limits in the questionnaires submitted. Other than that, everything about what was going to happen at and after the auction was completely unknown to Nora. She shook her head and told herself that continuing to ponder the future wasn't going to get her any good answers. She hunkered down and began to fill out the pages in front of her.
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The afternoon before the auction, Master allowed Nora the luxury of a long bath. She appreciated that Master wanted to spend some extra time pampering herself. As he did so, he shared with her a few more details of the evening. He was to deliver her to the theater the club had rented at 7 PM. She was to wear a tall pair of high heels and nothing else - not even make-up. She would be checked in, and then would be expected to follow all orders of the staff and auction winner until 10 AM the next morning, when Master would pick her up.
They had dinner early together. Nora had just a small salad - she didn't want to be hungry, but didn't want to be full either. After she cleared the table and cleaned up, she headed up to the bedroom to prepare herself. She took off her clothing and went to the closet and put on her black, strappy stiletto heels. She walked over to the full length mirror. Her blonde, shoulder-length hair was perfectly arranged. Her perky breasts were tipped with small areolas and nipples that were currently impossibly hard. The notch of her pussy was plainly visible peeking out of the front of her hairless crotch. She turned and looked at her bottom in the mirror. Master had not engaged in any impact play with her in over a week, and her skin was milky white and flawless. The heels made her calves and even her bottom extra curvy. She was as ready as she was going to get. She fetched her bathrobe from the closet, put it on and went downstairs to join Master in the car.
Master was waiting for her in the garage and opened the car door for her. She stepped in gingerly, making sure that her robe stayed closed as she sat down. Master started the car and they began to drive.
They drove on in silence until they reached the theater. Master pulled around the back to the stage door. He parked the car, turned it off and said to Nora, "Stay here. I want to make sure they're ready for you and then I'll come back."
Nora nodded and Master turned and stepped out of the car. He was only gone a minute before he reappeared at Nora's door and opened it for her. She stood up and looked nervously around. No one else was there. They were in an alley behind the theater. Nora followed Master as he walked towards, and then through, the stage door.
Inside the door, there was a smartly dressed woman in her early 30s with a clipboard. She smiled at Nora and said, "Hello, Nora. Thank you for your service this evening. From this point forward, you'll be expected to obey all commands directed towards you unquestionably. Is that clear?"
Nora put on her sweetest voice and said, "Yes, Ma'am."
The woman smiled in reply and said, "Excellent. Please remove your robe."
Nora blushed and untied the knot on the belt and shrugged the robe off her shoulders. The cold room air awakened her nipples immediately. She handed the robe to the woman, who turned and handed it to Master, saying, "Thank you. We'll take it from here."
Master turned and walked towards the door. Nora watched him go until he was out the door. She then turned back to the woman with the clipboard, who turned to Nora and said simply, "Follow me."
The woman led Nora down a long hallway and to another door. Once through, Nora saw at least a dozen other women waiting there in two straight lines. Each was nude except for high heeled shoes, like Nora was, but each was blindfolded. Each also stood quite straight and still. It took Nora a moment to notice why. Each woman was standing on a small, round, flat metal platform. In the center of the platform was a vertical tube about two feet tall. Out of the top of the tube was a smaller metal rod that went up between the woman's legs, ending in a plate and another metal cylinder that disappeared into her body. Nora froze, staring at the nearest woman - a petite asian woman with small breasts.
"Nora, come here," said the woman with the clipboard impatiently. She was standing next to a similar platform with the same vertical tube assemblage - one of several still empty. Nora could see that the inner rod was topped with a metal cylinder with a rounded knob on the top. It was immediately clear where it was intended to go. Nora gulped and walked over to the woman. The woman positioned Nora just so and reached over to the side for a small jar of lube and squirted a little onto the tip of the metal phallus. She then lifted it up between Nora's legs and pressed it against her pussy. Nora gasped as the woman slowly, but relentlessly pressed it upwards and fully into her. Nora adjusted her posture to be as comfortable as she could be. The woman appeared in front of her and looked into Nora's face and spoke.
"You see, Nora, we need to keep you here, out of the way, until it's your turn on the auction block. We're fairly confident that in those heels you won't be going anywhere."
The woman paused and Nora looked around. Every movement was immediately translated by the firm rod to the inside of her pussy. She tried to hike upwards, but the heels already had her on her toes.
She quickly realized that the device inside her had her completely immobilized as effectively as if she were hogtied. She looked back at her jailer who smiled knowingly, and spoke once more, "See what I mean? Now, just one more detail." She produced a blindfold and brought it to Nora's head. A moment later, Nora's world became dark.
Nora could still hear, and the lack of visual stimulus heightened her hearing. She could hear the occasional foot shuffling, often accompanied by a grunt or a moan. She also heard the door open and other - clearly unrestrained - footsteps. After a few minutes, she heard new footsteps arrive, along with the voice of the woman with the clipboard giving a similar introduction to another newcomer. Nora counted 8 new arrivals as she waited. After that, there was a long period of nothing.
Then, when Nora was just beginning to become concerned that she had been forgotten, she heard new sounds. The familiar voice of the same woman told first one unseen slave to follow her, and then shortly after, another. After the first two left, there was a lengthy delay and then a third followed suit. Nora surmised that the auction had begun.
Two more times, the voices took other women to their fates, and then suddenly Nora's blindfold was removed. As she blinked her eyes back into operation, she felt the metal being withdrawn from inside her. She took a moment to move her legs. At first, they were a bit wobbly after holding her so still for so long, but she was able to comply when the woman ordered, "Follow me."
They walked out the door, leaving the other blindfolded, imprisoned women behind. Once in the hallway, they walked further on until they arrived backstage. Nora could now see the brightly lit stage. The nude asian woman she had seen before was standing alone in the middle of the stage, with her hands behind her back. To her right, an auctioneer behind a podium was busily calling out bids. The bidding was at $2300 when Nora was first able to understand the auctioneer's patter, and kept climbing upward. When the bidding reached $3500, it seemed to slow down, until finally the auctioneer said, "Going once at $4300.... twice at $4300.... Sold!" With that, he slammed a gavel into the lectern and a large, bald man in a tuxedo emerged from the opposite wings of the stage and directed the nude woman off stage from the direction he had come.
The woman who had brought Nora said to her, "It's your turn. Walk out to the mark on the floor in the center of the stage and face the audience. Hold your hands behind your back and.... smile." With that, she smiled and held her arm out towards the stage. Nora gulped and turned towards the bright lights and began to walk.
She felt more than saw the bright lights. She felt their heat and knew that it also meant she was being seen by an entire audience full of people. She imagined who they were. She knew they were all club members, but she was certain that she hadn't met them all - the club was far too large. As she continued to walk, she could see a large X made out of white tape on the floor. She walked towards it, then stood on it and faced the audience. The auctioneer's voice rang out through the auditorium's speakers.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we now come to lot 109. She's all of 28 years old, a perfect 34-26-34. Look for yourselves, folks. She's a beauty. And a fun one too. She's got a long list of things she's willing to do in the name of charity, and one of you lucky people is going to get four solid hours with her at your command! Who will give me $500? $500 $500 now $600...."
Nora could hardly follow. She was nearly blinded by the powerful lights. So much so she couldn't see any of the audience. She remembered what the woman had said to her before. She held her hands behind her back and smiled. She imagined she was smiling for Master. She wanted to make him proud most of all. All the while, the patter of the auctioneer continued. She could hear when he annunciated larger numbers. First, $1000. Then $2000... The bidding seemed to Nora to begin to slow down, and disappointment flashed through her mind. Surely she was worth more!
She brought her hands up from behind her back and slowly up towards her breasts. Her hands trembled as she cupped them and flicked her nipples with her thumbs. The auctioneer seemed to stumble over his patter for a moment and then shouted, "Ladies and gentlemen, you can see for yourselves how hot this one is! Who will give me $2800?"
With that, the bidding accelerated like a jet fighter with the afterburner lit up. Nora brought her right hand down to her crotch, rubbing between her legs with tight little circles. She closed her eyes and the smile on her lips changed. She could hear the auctioneer as the numbers flew quickly by... $5000... $6000... Every bid thrilled her and she began to pant and moan. Before too long, even the auctioneer's voice faded to the background and she cried out in pleasure and came. As she came to her senses, she first thing she heard was "$10,000... Sold!" and the gavel fell.
She straightened up and put her hands back behind her back and smiled for the audience once more, a blush across her cheeks being the only difference. The large bald man in the tuxedo came out from the opposite side of the stage and escorted her backstage again. She turned her head back as she walked and saw a tall, African-American woman stride out onstage towards the mark that Nora had just left.
She followed the man through a door at the end of the stage into another room. The room was empty apart from a stool and a pair of boxes sitting on a table. The man reached into each box and pulled out two small black items and handed them to Nora saying simply, "Put these on. Your new owners will be here shortly." He then turned and left.
Nora examined what she had been handed and realized quickly that it was a string bikini. As she put it on, she realized that its purpose was to minimally clothe her enough to get her to wherever her temporary masters were going to take her for the evening. She finished dressing (insofar as you could count what she was given as worthy of the term) and took a seat on the stool to wait for whatever was next.
