The black cloth hood that covered her head was suffocating. Breathing out of her nose no longer provided enough oxygen, so every breath had to be taken with her mouth. This caused the sound of each exhale to reverberate mercilessly in the confined space around her head. She heard the door open and her heart beat doubled. The man’s voice uttered yet another number that was not hers and she experienced a mix of relief that it was not yet her time and anxiety that her wait was again extended. She wondered why, for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, she had agreed to this. She and Michael had been dating for about six months now. Their relationship had begun innocently online. After the divorce from her husband, she felt liberated and free for the first time in a long time. She was able to explore. She began chatting in sex themed chat rooms, talking anonymously with strangers about their deepest and darkest desires. Desires she could never share with her ex-husband. Then she met Michael. There was an attraction and connection that stemmed from their discussions from the moment they started talking. It seemed like he knew her like no other. He could see through her like no other. After a few weeks of correspondence, he began to give her real life tasks. At first, it started with what she was to wear. It started simple and mostly harmless. She was to go into work with no panties. She was to bring a vibrator to work and use it in the washroom at an appointed time. Flirt with the intern, flash the barista on her coffee break. Soon though, the tasks weren’t so innocent. He started sending her out to the mall in tight shorts and a tank top with no bra. It was usually to a faraway place where she wouldn’t meet anyone she knew. Sometimes she wasn’t to come home until she flashed someone. Sometimes, she wasn’t to come home until she had let some guy feel her up or until she had given an anonymous blowjob. She completed all of his tasks without fail. After every task they would discuss it in great detail. How almanbahis she felt, what she liked, what horrified her. She wasn’t sure what disturbed her the most: the fact that she followed his orders or the fact that she liked doing the things that he asked. Maybe it was simply, after a lifetime of being the prim and proper wife, someone had given her permission to do all the things she always wanted to, but never let herself follow through on. A week ago, an invitation came in the mail to a special club she had never heard of before. Michael had arranged it and they had discussed it in great detail. Michael wanted them to finally meet in person, but not just over coffee, dinner, or even at a hotel room. It was at a sex club that he frequented. He said he wanted her to experience the next step in his plan for her. The club was holding its annual auction event. He wanted her paraded on stage for all to see and admire. She would be sold to the highest bidder for their use and pleasure for the evening. All proceeds donated to charity of course. He wanted to be that bidder. He wanted to buy her. Yesterday, she was sent to the spa and given the five star treatment. Massaged, pedi-cure, mani-cure, facial and waxing. Primped and preened and ready to be put on full display. When she arrived at the club earlier that day, she was given a locker in which to place her personal belongings and clothes. In exchange, a polished silver collar was locked around her neck, she was given only a robe in which to conceal her naked body, and the detested hood that tormented and suffocated her now as she sat waiting. She heard the creak of the door as it opened and the footsteps as the man walked into the room. The number he called out this time was hers. It was time. She stood and felt her knees grow weak. She thought she would faint. The man grabbed her by the hands and guided her out of the room. She was led through through a hallway and series of turns. Though with the hood still on, she couldn’t see where she was going. Anonymous almanbahis yeni giriş hands grabbed at the belt of her robe and removed it from her body. She felt very exposed as she stood naked with only the hood covering her head; not knowing who was around, not knowing who could see her. Goosebumps formed all over her body. The sensation was as much titillating as it was frightening. Her arms were grabbed and held out in front of her, she then felt cold steel close around her wrists as she was restrained. She could hear the clank of chains as she tried to pull her hands apart. They would only move a few inches before the handcuffs stopped them. Another chain was fastened to the loop in the front of her collar and she felt the pull as the holder of her leash began to lead her. It was all she could do to follow without tripping over her own feet and falling on her face. A few paces away, the air of the room felt like it suddenly changed. There was a background noise that filtered through the hood that she soon recognized as the hum of a crowd of people talking. She blushed inside of the hood and if it wasn’t for her shackles she would have tried to cover her body as she realized she was exposed to a room full of strangers. Her guide grabbed her arms and lifted them high above her head where the handcuffs were fastened to a hanging chain. The chain was raised to a height where only she could only touch the ground with the tips of her toes. The hood was then removed. She blinked as the light from the spotlight blinded her. As her eyes adjusted she took in the scene before her. She was on a stage and below her were countless men in formal dress but all wearing masquerade masks. They were all seated at tables, drinks in front of them, some evidence of a meal having been eaten earlier that night. The serving staff that waltzed between the tables were all adorned with the same collar that she wore and a black mask that covered only their eyes. They wore only a black thong. Most were ignored as almanbahis giriş they went about their jobs, delivering food and drink. But some of the men took the opportunity to grope and feel the exposed flesh that was presented to them as the girls walked by or cleared tables. She wondered how she would recognize Michael. Her mind was jolted awake as she felt and heard the WHACK of a riding crop as it hit the fleshy part of her ass cheeks. The voice of the auctioneer could be heard throughout the room with the help of the P.A. system. “Gentlemen, we have for your bidding pleasure lot number 12. No blood, no permanent damage, no scat. It also says here she has never experienced anal sex.” The auctioneer walked up to her and lightly ran his hand down her naked body. It sent shivers down her body and she was sure anyone paying attention would see the goose bumps. “Let’s start the bidding at $100.” The auctioneer’s hand continued down her body and stopped between her legs. She felt his finger violate her and her body involuntarily reacted to his touches. He turned back to the crowd, and if he wasn’t wearing a mask you would swear he was smiling. “She is a wet one. Let’s up the starting bid to $200.” The crowd came alive with shouts and excitement. The men started raising their paddles and yelling out bids. “$250” “$300” “$450” Her head began to spin with the cocophony of the auction. With the bright spotlights she could barely make out anyone in the crowd, and she wondered where Michael was. What would she do if he didn’t win her? That was a possibility that hadn’t really occurred to her until just now. She was shaken back to the moment when she heard the auctioneer’s voice. “Going once. Going twice. Sold for $1,200.” Her restraints were removed from the hanging chain and she flexed her arms as best as she could to try and get the blood flowing. Her chain was handed to a masked man and she was led off stage, back into the maze of hallways until they made their way to a room. The room was dark but as her eyes adjusted she could make out a bed, a cage, and a number of other contraptions for which she could only guess their purpose. In a whisper, she finally decided to speak “Michael, is that you?” The voice that came back was calm and authoritative.