Chapter
One
Emily Hayes stood in
the queue behind several other women and wondered why she’d
done this to herself. Her nerves were totally fried. Her heart
wouldn’t slow down. She closed her eyes as another woman was
sold. Attending the Master’s resort had been a huge mistake.
When she’d seen the leaflet on the boss’s desk she’d
been intrigued. After reading through the details of the event she’d
signed up, ready and willing to become a submissive to a new Dom.
She’d been a submissive for some time and a few months ago the
right Dom had walked into her life. The problem with him, he’d
demanded more commitment. The moment he got down on one knee, she’d
fled.
Commitment of any
kind scared her. She’d seen what being devoted to one man had
done to her mother. Emily’s father hadn’t been well known
for being faithful. She hated the man who’d helped create her,
and because of her father she refused to commit.
Another woman was
sold to a man for the weekend. The line she stood in continued to get
shorter as doubts assailed her. The resort itself asked for willing
women who consented to be sold to a mystery Dom. By signing up for
this weekend she’d agreed to be put up for sale. The profit
made from the weekend’s bidding was given to charity. The money
raised went to help disadvantaged kids. The owner of the island and
this particular resort, Charles Robinson, had explained every little
detail during the phone conversation. She didn’t have to have
sex if she didn’t want to. The resort allowed for submissive
women to find a qualified Dom who’d be more than willing to
spend the weekend.
If she didn’t
like the man who bought her then Emily was not obligated to sleep
with him. Emily had been intrigued by the concept of meeting someone
else within the lifestyle. It was hard to find likeminded people
within the BDSM scene when she worked more than fifty hours a week.
Some of the Doms were not the type of man she looked for. She’d
heard the horror stories about awful Doms and had no intention of
putting herself at risk.
Running fingers
through her hair, she stood nervously, waiting for her turn. A
brunette was before her in the queue. She listened to the man list a
variety of skills about the woman. The bidding started and Emily’s
nerves grew. What if she didn’t earn enough? What if men didn’t
want her? She pushed the doubts aside and concentrated on the
bidding.
Emily wore the
bikini she’d been given. The red fabric covered enough of her
private parts even though it exposed a lot of her body. She wanted to
cover more of her flesh up but Charles said his rules applied during
the bidding. She never liked her body being on display. Her extra
curves and weight would be clearly seen by the audience. Her tummy
was rounded and her breasts were large. Some may say she was
hourglass while others would merely say fat.
The Dom she’d
walked away from had taken into account her nerves and never forced
her to go naked in front of others. She pressed a hand to her
stomach, hoping it would flatten in the next few minutes.
No such luck as
Charles called her out next.
“ Next up, we
have a virgin to the resort. She’s a little blonde peach and
well worth the money spent. Everybody, I introduce you to the lovely,
the beautiful, Emily,” Charles said.
The music started up
as she walked onto the stage. She fisted her hands at her sides. The
only problem she faced was the fright she got being observed on
stage. She never participated in public scenes because of the fear.
The Dom she’d left had understood her fear even though he
wanted to show her off. Why were her thoughts filled of him? She’d
walked away from him when he’d proposed to her.
She closed her eyes,
thinking about the man she could have easily given her heart to. When
he’d demanded more she’d run as far as she could. Emily
regretted her decision to walk away. She’d fallen in love with
him, Jason Young.
The music stopped
when
One
Emily Hayes stood in
the queue behind several other women and wondered why she’d
done this to herself. Her nerves were totally fried. Her heart
wouldn’t slow down. She closed her eyes as another woman was
sold. Attending the Master’s resort had been a huge mistake.
When she’d seen the leaflet on the boss’s desk she’d
been intrigued. After reading through the details of the event she’d
signed up, ready and willing to become a submissive to a new Dom.
She’d been a submissive for some time and a few months ago the
right Dom had walked into her life. The problem with him, he’d
demanded more commitment. The moment he got down on one knee, she’d
fled.
Commitment of any
kind scared her. She’d seen what being devoted to one man had
done to her mother. Emily’s father hadn’t been well known
for being faithful. She hated the man who’d helped create her,
and because of her father she refused to commit.
Another woman was
sold to a man for the weekend. The line she stood in continued to get
shorter as doubts assailed her. The resort itself asked for willing
women who consented to be sold to a mystery Dom. By signing up for
this weekend she’d agreed to be put up for sale. The profit
made from the weekend’s bidding was given to charity. The money
raised went to help disadvantaged kids. The owner of the island and
this particular resort, Charles Robinson, had explained every little
detail during the phone conversation. She didn’t have to have
sex if she didn’t want to. The resort allowed for submissive
women to find a qualified Dom who’d be more than willing to
spend the weekend.
If she didn’t
like the man who bought her then Emily was not obligated to sleep
with him. Emily had been intrigued by the concept of meeting someone
else within the lifestyle. It was hard to find likeminded people
within the BDSM scene when she worked more than fifty hours a week.
Some of the Doms were not the type of man she looked for. She’d
heard the horror stories about awful Doms and had no intention of
putting herself at risk.
Running fingers
through her hair, she stood nervously, waiting for her turn. A
brunette was before her in the queue. She listened to the man list a
variety of skills about the woman. The bidding started and Emily’s
nerves grew. What if she didn’t earn enough? What if men didn’t
want her? She pushed the doubts aside and concentrated on the
bidding.
Emily wore the
bikini she’d been given. The red fabric covered enough of her
private parts even though it exposed a lot of her body. She wanted to
cover more of her flesh up but Charles said his rules applied during
the bidding. She never liked her body being on display. Her extra
curves and weight would be clearly seen by the audience. Her tummy
was rounded and her breasts were large. Some may say she was
hourglass while others would merely say fat.
The Dom she’d
walked away from had taken into account her nerves and never forced
her to go naked in front of others. She pressed a hand to her
stomach, hoping it would flatten in the next few minutes.
No such luck as
Charles called her out next.
“ Next up, we
have a virgin to the resort. She’s a little blonde peach and
well worth the money spent. Everybody, I introduce you to the lovely,
the beautiful, Emily,” Charles said.
The music started up
as she walked onto the stage. She fisted her hands at her sides. The
only problem she faced was the fright she got being observed on
stage. She never participated in public scenes because of the fear.
The Dom she’d left had understood her fear even though he
wanted to show her off. Why were her thoughts filled of him? She’d
walked away from him when he’d proposed to her.
She closed her eyes,
thinking about the man she could have easily given her heart to. When
he’d demanded more she’d run as far as she could. Emily
regretted her decision to walk away. She’d fallen in love with
him, Jason Young.
The music stopped
when
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