The auction 2
Scarlett POV
When bids started to come in, the amounts weren’t significant, but there was a good number of interested parties bidding, which was enough to reach the first level on the table. It was time for the first reveal. I bowed briefly, like a perfect lady, bending at the knee. I moved the cape slightly to the side before pulling the strings inside it and letting the fabric slowly fall away, revealing the first dress. Several sighs and comments of approval were heard.
The bidding started up again, but this time it was at a faster pace, and the values would be reached more quickly. It didn’t take as long before the point was reached that the first dress had to be removed. Again, the bidding was halted, and I slowly pulled down the zipper on the side of the dress. The dress, as planned, slowly fell to the floor, revealing the third dress, which left a little less to the imagination.
When the new round of bidding began, another person entered onto the stage. He was a dark-skinned man wearing a dark gray pinstripe suit and in his left hand, he was holding an object. It was a red leather collar, the leather was printed with scales and the lines that formed the scales were dark purple.
He calmly moved my hair aside and put the collar around my neck, at which point I lowered my head, while my posture briefly changed from a woman with her chin up and facing the world to a submissive girl who would obey orders.
I've never been the typical Omega who obeys everything without thinking and who has a submissive personality. No… I've always been rebellious and liked to fight. I've always liked to be better, and I found it a challenge to change. The man came up and stood in front of me. All I could see were his legs and that he had a metal chain in his hand. He attached the chain to the ring on my collar and then pulled down on my neck. It was a silent order and I knew that I had to kneel.
I couldn't resist the order and I knelt calmly and bravely, my heart was racing, and I knew that I must be blushing. I closed my eyes to try to control myself better. I felt the touch of his fingers against my hair and I bit the corner of my bottom lip, knowing that I'm just another one of this man's pets, for now.
A part of me wanted to scream and fight for all this to stop, but I didn't and the voices in the hall whispered about it. Some were more excited to have someone to train, while others were discouraged, since they like non-submissive subjects more. What I do know is that I've pleased the majority with all my play-acting.
The bids were getting higher and very quickly reaching the next level. The man quickly unzips the next dress, and it falls forward, revealing the corset. My breathing became even faster, and it was not surprising that my body was reacting to the situation. I'd already imagined that I liked being exposed, and I knew that all this was exciting the audience. I almost felt self-conscious about taking pleasure in it.
The man closed his fingers around the top of my head as he grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head up. I could feel the pain of a few strands being pulled from my scalp.
"Turn." He instructs me.
I had to bite my tongue to keep from fighting back, and it took me a second before I obeyed. I turned as best as I could, slowly, showing the audience every part of my body from every angle. The feeling of humiliation is latent, but I have to control myself.
The whole show I put on had worked, all the targets I set had already been reached, but now it was not me running the show anymore, it was the man in front of me. He brought his hand up to my chin and lifted it with more force, but I still kept my gaze down, not looking him in the eye, and this guaranteed his approval.
He slowly began to slide his hand down my neck, squeezing briefly, before continuing down to my shoulder. Then, with both hands, he caressed the curve of my breasts, down the side of my body. When he reached my belly, he squeezed, moving down a little further to my mound of Venus and even further to my groin, forcing my legs open.
"Take off your corset." He tells me.
Another order. I took a few deep breaths, only this time, because I'd taken so long to obey, he grabbed my hair and jerked back hard. Because I didn’t expect it, I let out a moan of pain, only to hear several sighs of approval from the audience.
"I told you to take your corset off!"
This time, there was no time for me to refuse or hesitate. He was not happy that I challenged him a second time, and I knew it. I chose this man to be my double precisely because I knew this trait of his.
He stepped aside, just enough to not block the view of the bidders. I took a deep encouraging breath and began to undo the little hooks holding the front of the corset together, and it opened, releasing my breasts. In fluid determined movements, I first pulled my right arm from the corset, and then my left, dropping it to the floor. Only then did the man let go of my hair. Still feeling my scalp ache, I bent down and purposefully removed my underwear, finally leaving me completely bare for all to see. Only the body paint was left.
My breathing and my heart rate became very rapid, and I could feel drops of sweat trickling down my neck and back. I was feeling shame and pleasure at the same time, knowing that all who were present could probably smell my excitement, arousal, and nervousness.
There's something almost addictive about what I’m doing. It’s something I'm feeling for the first time. This adrenaline rush, the feeling of submitting because I want to, because there's someone who can make me submit without having to resort to dubious means. Understanding this takes my breath away, and I already know that, after the five days of this contract, I would certainly continue in this life of BDSM.
My collar was pulled down once more, and I knelt sitting on my ankles. I placed my hands on my thighs, palms down, and my head hung low. This proved to the audience that I knew about BDSM life. It’s the position a submissive assumes, waiting for her Owner's next order.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, feeling the man's hand on my head, patting it, and I shuddered thinking about who would be my “owner” for the next five days.
I continued to pay attention to the bids as the auction drew on and felt very proud as the bids were exceeding my target by way more than I expected. I had to stop myself from smiling, but I'm sure something showed in my expression, as I felt the caresses of the man who was play-acting along with me become a little stronger.
"Any more bids?" The announcer asked. "Anyone else?" She asked one more time. "Last bid from the Uranus booth! Going once! Going twice! Sold! Number 662 is sold to the Uranus Booth!"
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