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Gus ripped at the strings of my dress, pulling the knot loose and allowing the sides of leather to burst open and my breasts spill out.
“Two fifty.”
“Three hundred.”
“More skin!” someone shouted.
The laces that held the dress together were quickly loosened, and the entire thing torn away. Naked. On display. Exposed to every eye in the room. I’d been exhibited like this before, but never so anonymously. In many ways that anonymity was comforting – a divine oblivion where it became unnecessary to think. Nothing touched me, not the shouting about the room, the bids, the humiliation, the scorn of Gus’s taunting. I’d been reduced to my elemental self, the animal of my nature craving only one thing – stimulation.
“Seven hundred and fifty.” Another voice rang out, a familiar one, though I couldn’t immediately identify its owner. It left me with a cold chill. The auction was over and the room went perfectly still. No shouts, no bids, no taunts, no whispers.
Remove the hood,” I heard Reggie say. “And the gag. You can see who purchased you.”
The hood came off and then the gag. I was relieved to come back to myself again, but at first the bright lights blinded my eyes and I couldn’t see a thing. A figure in front of me faded in and out, and though I tried to see through the intense light, that was nearly impossible to do until the lights began to dim. As my delirium lifted and my eyes finally adjusted, I could make out the face of the man who would own me for the night.
There, cold as ice, no flashing smile, no dashing love-filled eyes, there, as cold as Reggie himself, was Will, standing in front of me clothed in a self-imposed blanket of frost.
Holding out his hand, he helped me from the platform. Then it was a terse, “Down slut!” as he pushed me to the carpet and I was once again on hands and knees. “Crawl!” his next order.
My wrists were still bound which made the crawling difficult. However, that was of no concern to him. Once I circled the room and returned to his feet, he pushed my shoulders and head to the floor with his foot. I recognized the worn cowboy boots. The creases. The scuffed toes. They’d been broken in a long time ago.
Leather cracked against my bare ass. Will’s disgusted, “Fucking bitch,” made me wince. I’d never felt such scorn from him, never been called a ‘fucking bitch’. It was personal and it hurt, and I wanted to cry.
“You call me sir when I speak to you,” he said, as the leather struck my ass again.
“Yes, sir,” I answered in a breathy whisper.
“Louder, slut.” And another snap of the leather landed squarely across my ass cheeks.
“Yes, sir,” I practically shouted.
He shoved me over with his foot, so I was looking up at his cold face.
“Do you see this?” he asked, holding a leather paddle in front of my eyes.
“Yes.”
He cracked the leather hard against my thigh. “What was that?”
The searing pain made me almost cry. “Yes, sir!”
“This is to correct you. When you understand what submission means, our drama stops, not before.”
Will laid me back against Reggie’s large coffee table, where my legs and arms were spread out wide beyond the table and ropes were attached to the rings in my cuffs. By the time they had me stretched wide and tied off, I felt like a pinned insect. No room to move this time.
I saw Reggie watching from nearby. His face and my desire for him haunted me. I had wanted his mastery and yet once again I’d been denied that fervent wish. And Will, my dear Will, now cold as winter, ordering my torture – something had gone amiss. My body heat was rising and desire burned strong in my gut. But I was confused. I didn’t know which master I desired most. Why were they doing this to me?
Will looked down at me, half scowling. “You think you can survive this without screaming?”
I shook my head without actually realizing what I was telling him.
“Then you’ll have to be gagged,” he said. And before I could correct myself, the gag went back in my mouth.
My body struggled against the bondage, as much as my mind struggled with the circumstances of this awful ordeal. But as soon as the clamps went on my nipples and the pain began, my mind emptied.
I closed my eyes and let the punishment come.
For a time it seemed as if a dozen straps, crops, floggers and crops were laid against my flesh, skinny, wide, soft, hard, caressing and biting. Each left a new sensation, each different, each adding to the raw arousal burning in my crotch. I writhed with pain and want intermingling freely. A deep satisfaction gained hold of me, and though I was frantic and confused, my body begged for more with its wild gyrations, with the way my pussy lifted off the table as if urging my tormentors on. I screamed into the gag, then fell back and moaned. I could feel the climax on me, as close as Will himself. Though just as soon as I was at that critical moment just before the crash, something happened to draw me down – the torment stopped, an intensely sharp pain pulled me from subspace. Will taunted me this way again and again as if he were settling a score, taking his revenge for every bit of pain I’d caused him. If that was his aim, there was much to atone for.
