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28 July 2012  

SubMonique101 68T
5 posts
12/27/2020 11:37 pm
28 July 2012


The Fed Ex package arrived just a little after noon, and inside was just a brief message with a password and directions to what I knew would be the first check point if they were using the same set-up from the previous slave auction. In a man's handwriting a smaller message was scribbled at the bottom of the invitation - HOPE THIS IS JUST THE FIRST OF MANY. SEE YOU TONIGHT. MP. I did appreciate the added touch, but I was still fighting that battle within myself to either go back or stop this immediately.

It was 9 pm and the party had already stated an hour ago, but here I sat in my car just down the street from the corner I was suppose to make first contact. I could see a man standing next to his car pacing back and forth while constantly looking at his watch. I suspected he was waiting for me, or maybe another late arrival. Just as I was about to pull away and return home my phone rang. Once again with the 'unknown caller' listed on the screen. I suspected it was Mr. Paul, so I picked up. Before I could even say a word Mr. Paul's forceful voice was invading my head, "Why don't you just drive down the block and get here soon. Yes, he saw you waiting down the block, for what I don't know. No excuses, just get here!" The connection was immediately cut off, and I was compelled to stop wasting time.

After getting further directions I drove to another parking garage where I was met by a valet to<b> park </font></b>my car. As he handed me my ticket he pointed at a white van parked on the street, "You'll take the shuttle to the party. It's about a 30-minute ride from here." As I climbed into the back of the passenger van the driver handed me a blindfold and told me I would need to put it on when I was told to do so. Suddenly nervous I asked, "Is this really necessary?" Without looking back at me the driver responded, "It's the rules." I was committed once I slipped it on and sat back for the ride.

Eventually the van stopped and I was told I could remove the blind fold. I had no reference to where I was because once again I was faced with another underground parking structure. Similar to the last time my invitation was checked, hand-searched for whatever they were looking for, before being pointed in the direction of some stairs leading up. At the top was an auditorium and dance floor with a large stage on one end, two bars on opposite sides of the room and a lounging area with several couches and tables where many of the guests were congregating.

Mary ran across the room to give me a big hug and a hot wet kiss that nearly took my breath away. When she pulled back she was blushing, "I hope that wasn't too forward." I just laughed and said I never knew what to expect at these events. We both laughed as I could feel a sexual spark between us, but before I could go on Mr. Paul and another gentleman approached us, "Well, look who arrived fashionably late. Glad to see you could make it. That last mile is always the toughest to complete." The other man cleared his throat before Mr. Paul turned to him, "And this is my major financial backer in these little auctions. Dave, this is Mr. Fred." We exchanged a handshake as he said, "I'm always interested in our new guests. I wasn't here in February, but I heard a lot of good things about you. Welcome." He was so gracious that all of my anxieties just melted away.

Mary excused herself to return to the bar, and before our conversation could continue a woman appeared from behind the curtain on the stage. Mr. Paul turned back to me to began, "We are down to the last slave of the night, but there are some side activities I think you might enjoy." As the pair started to walk off Mr. Fred took one last look back at me he added, "He's a cross dresser and thinks this is all an act." Laughing at Mr. Paul his words were like daggers, "I might even bid on him because I have been looking for a sissy slut to become my woman."

I needed a drink after hearing him say that. I made my way through the crowd and reached Mary's bar. It almost felt like a safe haven after my previous experience at the auction. Just then the curtains opened and two men rolled out a cross dresser in a chair dressed in all pink lingerie cuffed, gagged, blindfolded, and restrained. The ladies in the crowd all hooted their approval while the men just seemed to stare at him as if he was fresh meat. After his introduction and the bidding began it was visible that the cross dresser was realizing this was real. As he was tugging at the arms of the chair the bidding intensified. I heard one of the guys at the bar say, "The more he struggles the higher the bidding will go...and seal his fate as a sissy slave." I looked back at Mary and she nodded in agreement.

The woman MC suddenly slapped the slave hard across the face and continued with the auction, Trying to quiet him down through his moans for release she produced a large penis-shaped vibrator and moved behind him to begin the slow torture that would break him. The same two men grabbed his ankles and lifted them above his head while the Domme circled him with the vibrator already humming. When she was finally ready, and the bids had slowed, she jammed the entire length of the vibrator up his ass and began spanking his cheeks. The crowd went berserk as the ladies jumped up on the stage and began using the dildo on him. Tears were rolling down his cheeks as one woman appeared from behind the curtain wearing a very large strap-on dildo. He had no idea what was ahead of him, but once the Domme thrusted deep inside he quickly became compliant.

One of the Dommes on stage finally announced her highest bid and claimed her new property as she used an even larger strap-on to break this sissy. "Pretty hot, don't ya think?" It was Mr. Paul, and he had spotted me tenting the front of my pants, "Are you wearing anything like that underneath your clothes tonight?" I could feel my face blush as I shook my head 'no' as he pressed on, "Cross dressers are the 'in' item right now. I can't get enough of them to meet the demand." Every time I spoke with him I always felt like I needed a drink afterwards, Pointing at the slave as he was wheeled off, still impaled on a large vibrator, 'Have you given it any thought?" The walls felt like they were closing in, "Any thought of what?" Mr. Paul took a step closer to whisper, "We could use your services if you are ever interested." Seeing me jerk back he tried to calm me by adding, "Not for sale, but just helping us as some kind of servant for a night so you can get a better idea of the inner workings of our little activities."

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