about to come over to play. My normal cue to leave for a few hours.
“Not that it will matter.” I tugged up the top of my corset before rocking up on the tips of my boots to see over the naked shoulder of the man standing in front of me. “I can’t see me getting a Dom. Not a good one with what I can afford.” My luck I’d end up with a first-time Dom and the two of us would do nothing but stand around and stare at each other.
I only had limited money to spend on things that weren’t bills. The new job was, well, still new and I had student loans to pay back and a future house to save for. Shelling out a couple hundred dollars for what essentially amounted to a rent-a-date seemed pretty irresponsible. And desperate. I wasn’t desperate.
Well, maybe sort of.
Wiping my hands down the front of my jeans, I hoped I didn’t look as nervous as I felt. I didn’t think Doms would necessarily want someone who they thought would freak out at the first sign of a whip.
“I told you, I’ll chip in. You’ll win one of them tonight. Trust me.” There it was again, that glint that told me Connie was up to no good.
She was my best friend in the whole wide world, and the only person I knew who was a sexual submissive. It was one of the things that had caught my attention at college, how she would home in on particular men, sometimes the ones I wouldn’t expect, and take them home. It wasn’t until we became roommates during our second year that I realized exactly what she did with them once she got them home.
I’d bought earplugs early on. I quickly misplaced them.
I’d masturbated so many nights listening to Connie and her Doms. When she’d eventually settled down with Stephen, things changed with her. It was fascinating to watch Connie change from the wild girl looking for a hot time to the devoted girlfriend who got off on having her man spank her ass.
What I could never be sure of was if it was the spankings that were so appealing or the idea of finally having someone I loved do something so intimate with me.
The crowd around us continued to buzz with excitement, growing in noise and size as we got closer to go-live time. I tried hard not to stare at the press of bodies around me. Most were in varying degrees of nakedness and all seemed aroused. There were a few people I assumed were Doms scattered throughout. It was surprisingly easy to pick them out and not because of the clothing they wore. They had an air to them that was unmistakable. A confidence, bordering on arrogance in some cases, that rolled off them in waves.
Those were the ones I looked at, studied with my sidelong glances. The women looked powerful, as if they could be running a large corporation, or be cops, anything that required power and control. My gaze didn’t linger as long on them. I was straight, well, for the most part. I wouldn’t kick a beautiful woman out of bed, but I didn’t think I was ready for something like that.
No, my eyes were on the guys.
“I don’t have a clue who to bid on.” God, this was weird, like considering what cut of meat to buy at the market. While it wasn’t as frenzied as Tina’s stagette party we’d gone to last month, there was certainly less clothing. Not that I have an issue with nakedness, I’m just not used to seeing it in such abundance. “I’m not you. I feel like such a fake here.”
Connie sighed and draped an arm around my shoulders. “Don’t be an idiot. You’re fine. Now they’ll be starting soon. Don’t do anything about bidding until I tell you to. Just watch and learn.”
It was odd, being at an event like this. This wasn’t a part of who I was, the public displays and flaunting of sexuality. I worked in an office, at a desk. I flirted with my married boss because he’s old enough to be my dad and is of the generation where it’s expected. I didn’t bid on men with the intent of asking them to tie me up, spank me and make me scream before they make me come.
The MC
“Not that it will matter.” I tugged up the top of my corset before rocking up on the tips of my boots to see over the naked shoulder of the man standing in front of me. “I can’t see me getting a Dom. Not a good one with what I can afford.” My luck I’d end up with a first-time Dom and the two of us would do nothing but stand around and stare at each other.
I only had limited money to spend on things that weren’t bills. The new job was, well, still new and I had student loans to pay back and a future house to save for. Shelling out a couple hundred dollars for what essentially amounted to a rent-a-date seemed pretty irresponsible. And desperate. I wasn’t desperate.
Well, maybe sort of.
Wiping my hands down the front of my jeans, I hoped I didn’t look as nervous as I felt. I didn’t think Doms would necessarily want someone who they thought would freak out at the first sign of a whip.
“I told you, I’ll chip in. You’ll win one of them tonight. Trust me.” There it was again, that glint that told me Connie was up to no good.
She was my best friend in the whole wide world, and the only person I knew who was a sexual submissive. It was one of the things that had caught my attention at college, how she would home in on particular men, sometimes the ones I wouldn’t expect, and take them home. It wasn’t until we became roommates during our second year that I realized exactly what she did with them once she got them home.
I’d bought earplugs early on. I quickly misplaced them.
I’d masturbated so many nights listening to Connie and her Doms. When she’d eventually settled down with Stephen, things changed with her. It was fascinating to watch Connie change from the wild girl looking for a hot time to the devoted girlfriend who got off on having her man spank her ass.
What I could never be sure of was if it was the spankings that were so appealing or the idea of finally having someone I loved do something so intimate with me.
The crowd around us continued to buzz with excitement, growing in noise and size as we got closer to go-live time. I tried hard not to stare at the press of bodies around me. Most were in varying degrees of nakedness and all seemed aroused. There were a few people I assumed were Doms scattered throughout. It was surprisingly easy to pick them out and not because of the clothing they wore. They had an air to them that was unmistakable. A confidence, bordering on arrogance in some cases, that rolled off them in waves.
Those were the ones I looked at, studied with my sidelong glances. The women looked powerful, as if they could be running a large corporation, or be cops, anything that required power and control. My gaze didn’t linger as long on them. I was straight, well, for the most part. I wouldn’t kick a beautiful woman out of bed, but I didn’t think I was ready for something like that.
No, my eyes were on the guys.
“I don’t have a clue who to bid on.” God, this was weird, like considering what cut of meat to buy at the market. While it wasn’t as frenzied as Tina’s stagette party we’d gone to last month, there was certainly less clothing. Not that I have an issue with nakedness, I’m just not used to seeing it in such abundance. “I’m not you. I feel like such a fake here.”
Connie sighed and draped an arm around my shoulders. “Don’t be an idiot. You’re fine. Now they’ll be starting soon. Don’t do anything about bidding until I tell you to. Just watch and learn.”
It was odd, being at an event like this. This wasn’t a part of who I was, the public displays and flaunting of sexuality. I worked in an office, at a desk. I flirted with my married boss because he’s old enough to be my dad and is of the generation where it’s expected. I didn’t bid on men with the intent of asking them to tie me up, spank me and make me scream before they make me come.
The MC
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