stepped out onto the middle of the stage, a microphone in hand and a grin fixed on his face. He was wearing tight leather pants but no top. His nipple piercings glinted in the spotlight. Umm, ouch. Maybe ouch? I’d have to ask Connie.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to our third annual Auction for Hope. All proceeds tonight go to the local suicide hotline.”
I clapped along with everyone else and did my best to ignore the tingling starting up in my legs. This didn’t have to be about me at all. I could simply be here as a willing supporter of a good cause. There was no reason to focus on the possibility that I might find a Dom here tonight. Someone to help me relax and get my head straightened.
“Tonight we have some of our most popular club favorites ready and willing for you to buy them!” The crowd erupted in cheers and cat calls. Bodies bumped into me and I could have sworn someone grabbed my ass.
“Now, now, settle down.” The MC wagged his finger at the crowd. That only served to jack up the excitement further. “If you don’t behave we won’t get to play.”
Connie started laughing. “Christian is eating this shit up tonight.”
“Who is he?” It would figure Connie knew the man.
“He’s one of the bouncers for the club. A big old sub if you can believe it.”
No. Way.
I looked the man over again, but there was no way I would ever have guessed the buff, jovial man strutting about the stage was a sub.
“Is he gay?” I turned to look at Connie. “Not that it matters.”
“Straight as a board, our Christian. He likes his women in control, though I don’t think he’s found one yet to his liking.”
If there was any chance I was a Domme, I would have jumped at the opportunity to be with a guy like him. But the one thing about my sexuality I was certain of was that I didn’t like to take charge between the sheets. Or on the couch. Or in the kitchen.
Anywhere really.
Christian leaned forward “Are you ready to get this party started?” Cheers exploded around me. “I can’t hear you.” Another roar from the crowd, this one deafening. “Excellent! Then here we go!”
When the first person came out on stage the crowd around us pulsed with excitement. It was enough to send a shiver through me, stopping somewhere in my pussy. The scent of arousal wasn’t one I’d ever encountered on such a strong level before. Like being hotboxed at a concert and unintentionally getting high, I felt my body responding to the incidental touches from those around me. The cardboard number card grew sweaty in my hands as I watched the first sub come onto the stage.
I don’t know what I’d been expecting, but she didn’t look weak or scared. The woman, who looked to be several years older than I, walked with purpose to the front, clasped her hands together and lowered her gaze. She was in excellent shape, most of her body not hidden by the PVC halter top and skirt she wore.
She wasn’t the only one either. Some of them were confident, a few cocky. All of them were beautiful, especially when the Doms in the crowd came to claim their prizes. I got so wet at the sight of them being led off the stage, some by leashes, others by the hand or wrist, all going willingly to experience something I had only imagined before.
After a solid twenty minutes, Christian came back out on stage, still grinning. I wondered if he ever stopped. “I know you’re going to be disappointed, but that was our last submissive for the night.”
“We want you, Christian!”
The crowd laughed and even I couldn’t help but chuckle. Christian for his part pointed in the direction of the voice and made a tsking noise in the mic. “Not tonight, my lovely. Poor Christian has work to do.”
The rumble of disappointment was easy to feel.
“We’ll take a short break and then it will be time for the Doms. Get your cards ready.”
Connie was practically bouncing in her stilettos as she chatted with a few people around
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to our third annual Auction for Hope. All proceeds tonight go to the local suicide hotline.”
I clapped along with everyone else and did my best to ignore the tingling starting up in my legs. This didn’t have to be about me at all. I could simply be here as a willing supporter of a good cause. There was no reason to focus on the possibility that I might find a Dom here tonight. Someone to help me relax and get my head straightened.
“Tonight we have some of our most popular club favorites ready and willing for you to buy them!” The crowd erupted in cheers and cat calls. Bodies bumped into me and I could have sworn someone grabbed my ass.
“Now, now, settle down.” The MC wagged his finger at the crowd. That only served to jack up the excitement further. “If you don’t behave we won’t get to play.”
Connie started laughing. “Christian is eating this shit up tonight.”
“Who is he?” It would figure Connie knew the man.
“He’s one of the bouncers for the club. A big old sub if you can believe it.”
No. Way.
I looked the man over again, but there was no way I would ever have guessed the buff, jovial man strutting about the stage was a sub.
“Is he gay?” I turned to look at Connie. “Not that it matters.”
“Straight as a board, our Christian. He likes his women in control, though I don’t think he’s found one yet to his liking.”
If there was any chance I was a Domme, I would have jumped at the opportunity to be with a guy like him. But the one thing about my sexuality I was certain of was that I didn’t like to take charge between the sheets. Or on the couch. Or in the kitchen.
Anywhere really.
Christian leaned forward “Are you ready to get this party started?” Cheers exploded around me. “I can’t hear you.” Another roar from the crowd, this one deafening. “Excellent! Then here we go!”
When the first person came out on stage the crowd around us pulsed with excitement. It was enough to send a shiver through me, stopping somewhere in my pussy. The scent of arousal wasn’t one I’d ever encountered on such a strong level before. Like being hotboxed at a concert and unintentionally getting high, I felt my body responding to the incidental touches from those around me. The cardboard number card grew sweaty in my hands as I watched the first sub come onto the stage.
I don’t know what I’d been expecting, but she didn’t look weak or scared. The woman, who looked to be several years older than I, walked with purpose to the front, clasped her hands together and lowered her gaze. She was in excellent shape, most of her body not hidden by the PVC halter top and skirt she wore.
She wasn’t the only one either. Some of them were confident, a few cocky. All of them were beautiful, especially when the Doms in the crowd came to claim their prizes. I got so wet at the sight of them being led off the stage, some by leashes, others by the hand or wrist, all going willingly to experience something I had only imagined before.
After a solid twenty minutes, Christian came back out on stage, still grinning. I wondered if he ever stopped. “I know you’re going to be disappointed, but that was our last submissive for the night.”
“We want you, Christian!”
The crowd laughed and even I couldn’t help but chuckle. Christian for his part pointed in the direction of the voice and made a tsking noise in the mic. “Not tonight, my lovely. Poor Christian has work to do.”
The rumble of disappointment was easy to feel.
“We’ll take a short break and then it will be time for the Doms. Get your cards ready.”
Connie was practically bouncing in her stilettos as she chatted with a few people around
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