A Night at the Slave Auction - Part 3
At times graphic. You have been warned.
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His kisses to my neck and shoulders had me spellbound and reluctant to open my eyes, but the thought of molesting my newly purchased slave boy motivated me to get up and examine my property. I was feeling divine and no longer grumpy. Especially after the attention he paid me with his lips and fingers.
"I feel like playing now," I purred at him, pushing him toward a corner.
I slid my hand behind his neck and pulled his face down to kiss me on the lips as my other hand wandered all over his body. I squeezed his ass through his pants and slipped my hand under his shirt to feel his skin, running my nails gently along his back. His body responded to my touch, arousing me and making me want to forget all about playing in favor of other fun things we could do in our private space.
Not letting my gaze leave his, I gently began to peel his shirt off. He was too tall for me, but he took the hint and enthusiastically pulled it over his head. Flashing a mischievous grin, I undid his belt buckle ever so slowly. We gently kissed again and again, as I tormented him with the excruciatingly slow process of removing his clothing.
Before I could properly examine him naked, he took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. His intense desire ignited the Domme in me and I could feel a heady feeling begin to wash over my body. A feeling of power, knowing he was a slave to his lust for me. It felt good to be wanted so badly by this man I had known for so long, and yet only recently explored anything beyond friendly, silly public play with. However, he was becoming very assertive physically and needed to be put in his place.
Though I wanted, more than anything, to kiss him back with equal fervor, I gently pushed him away. He smiled, thinking I was being coy, and leaned in again for another kiss. Still enjoying the teasing, I smiled and giggled and demurely managed to maneuver out of his embrace every time he reached for me. He laughed as he realized I was not going to let him succeed.
Leading him to the medical table, I distracted him briefly from his intention to kiss me by binding his wrists with leather cuffs and locking them. The ritual of putting someone in leather bondage is a favorite of mine and I let that show as I devoured him with my eyes during the entire process. I made sure he was looking as I clicked the small locks onto his cuffs so that he knew he was now under my control. As I slipped the leather collar around his neck, I could see him begin to fall into a submissive corner of his mind. The look on his face did not change and he did not move in any particular way. I could just tell because the energy between and around us was shifting. There was an exchange of power taking place and we could both feel it.
"Up on the table," I ordered, scooting him back so that his legs were available to me.
Biting my lip playfully, I dangled a pair of heavy ankle cuffs in front of him so he knew what was coming next. Slowly and deliberately, I locked each metal cuff around his ankle, until the thick rubber coating was just brushing against his skin. Once he was locked in place, I tugged at the cuffs so he could feel their weight against his feet.
"See these keys?" I asked him as I waved them in the air and placed them in a far corner, "They belong to me. You belong to me now."
"Yes, Miss," he acknowledged, his voice higher and fainter than it had been only a few minutes earlier. It brought a smile to my face.
"Back on your feet," I commanded, standing him up.
Knowing full well the power my body had over his, I pressed up against him and ran my hands up his naked chest. As I expected, he bent down to kiss me only to have his lips stopped by my dainty finger.
"Ah ah," I teased him, "No more kisses."
He groaned loudly, his penis clearly showing his frustration. I had always enjoyed the sight of his in particular and felt powerful knowing I could excite him sexually, yet control his access to me.
"Do you want a kiss?" I asked him sweetly. "Then beg for it."
"Yes! Oh yes, I want a kiss," he sighed, sliding his arms around me desperately, "I want to kiss you so badly. Please, please may I kiss you, Miss?"
"Why?"
"Because..." he glanced away, thinking. "Because you are so smart and sexy and... and your lips are so soft. I love to kiss you, Miss."
"Well," I considered, pulling him close to me and reaching my face up to his until we could feel each others' breath on our skin, "I think... that wasn't very persuasive. No kisses for you."
He moaned again, unsure of what to do to convince me otherwise.
"If you want to kiss me, you're going to have to earn it."
Turning him around so he faced the table, I bent him over slightly and locked his wrist cuffs to a chain I had attached to the top of the table.
"There," I sighed in satisfaction. "Now you can't get away from me. Now you are truly at my mercy."
He smiled at me as I came around the table to look at him. He made a clever joke that I can no longer remember. He was falling into our old routine of humorous playtime sessions. But, I was no longer interested in our usual silly banter. I wanted to exert power over him like I had never done before. The desire to see his face filled with pain and devotion was so powerful that it overwhelmed and excited me.
I grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back, leaning into his vulnerable body so that he could hear me whisper in his ear.
"You think you're so funny," I growled in his ear. "Is this just a joke to you?"
"No, Miss," he replied in an slightly alarmed tone. I saw the realization in his face that the rules had changed.
"You know, we've only played a handful of times, Captain," I said, not letting go of his hair. "We've always had fun, but I am beginning to think you're getting too cocky. Thinking you can just make jokes while I am trying to examine my property."
Letting go of his hair, I began to run my hands along his back and buttocks roughly. I squeezed him and pinched him, enjoying how his body reacted to a variety of stimuli.
"I'm sorry Miss- I won't be cocky," he apologized.
"Oh, you're sorry?" I smirked, giving his ass a slap. "I think you need some proper training to be put in your place. Then we'll see how sorry you are."
Laying on his stomach, bent over the medical table with his arms stretched out before him, he was a sight to behold. I soaked in the erotic image of this handsome man, 12 years my senior, chained up before me. I savored it for a moment before bringing my hand back to his butt cheeks, squeezing them and kneading them lustfully. I loved treating him like a piece of meat and knowing he would let me do anything to him. What choice did he have?
SLAP! The sound of my hand hitting his ass rang in the air and it was music to my ears. It wasn't long before he reminded me of how he had earned my pet name for him, Captain Squirmy. We started the spanking out lightly and then increased intensity as I administered a thorough spanking with my bare hand. He arched his back and at times threw his head back, grunting or groaning as I hurt him. Occasionally, I would scratch his head softly and offer encouragement so that he would continue taking the pain for me.
"Do you want to be a good boy for me?" I cooed in his ear softly.
"Yes, Miss," he whispered, not looking up from the table.
"Do you want to earn a kiss from me?"
"Yes, Miss. So badly."
"Will you take more pain for me?"
"I will, Miss. Anything you wish, Miss."
I couldn't help but smile.
Next came the leather paddle, then the wooden one. Each time it seemed like the torture may become too much for him, I offered him verbal encouragement to take more. At one point, I was so turned on I forgot about the paddles for awhile and began grabbing at him lecherously. I kissed and nibbled his arms and back, my hands making their way down to his semi-erect cock, stroking it seductively. I took pleasure in how quickly I was able to make him hard. He moaned deliciously and I giggled, knowing he was at my mercy, whether I gave him pain or pleasure.
Once he was nice and erect for me, I moved up to a heavy rubber paddle. It was worse than any other "thuddy" instrument I had ever used on his ass, and I know it was difficult for him to take. His cries grew louder and I knew I was pushing him to the edge. His ragged breathing was evidence that he was putting in so much effort to take his punishment like a good boy, and it pleased me to no end. I could feel my mouth water as I devoted all my energy to evoking yelps from his lips. My low-pitched, evil laughter filled the room as he jerked with every slap of the paddle. I could hear the delicious creak of leather as he strained to pull his cuffs against the chain stretching him out against the table.
"Are you trying to run away from me?" I hissed at him, lunging in and pulling his hair roughly.
"No, Miss!" he exclaimed. "I just like the feel of the restraints, Miss. I'm not trying to run away from you, I swear. I wouldn't want to, even if I wasn't locked up."
He spoke in between pants, and I realized I too was out of breath from a combination of lust and euphoric sadism.
"Then I want you to show me how devoted you are," I challenged him. "I am going to make these last swats the absolute worst and they are going to hurt like hell."
He whimpered at the warning.
"But you should know," I grinned, gazing into his mesmerized blue eyes, "It makes me so wet to hear you moan. To see you writhe and to know you are suffering so exquisitely for my pleasure. I can feel the dampness in my panties with every step I take."
His eyes flashed. I did not know if it was lust, or sub space or simply surprise, but I could see him building up his constitution.
"I will take whatever you give me, Miss," he promised. "I want to make you happy."
"Mmmm," I kissed his cheek softly, "Such a good boy."
I gently nuzzled my face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the faint musky scent he gave off. Gods, I love how men smell.
Running my fingers gently down his back, I made my way behind him again. Just to be a bitch, I tapped his ass lightly with the rubber paddle. He jumped in fright and I laughed wickedly.
"That didn't even hurt, you big sissy," I teased.
With that, I raised my hand up high and swung down with a mighty force.
He cried out in pain and I moaned aloud, unable to hide my arousal. I hit him again and again, losing myself in the beauty and pain of the experience. He squirmed and jumped and screamed and pounded on the table in agony until at last I was spent, and his ass gleamed shades of crimson and purple.
Exhausted, and breathing heavily, I stood next to him and ran my fingers affectionately through his hair, resting my head on his and holding his shackled hands in mine. I needed a moment to catch my breath and slowly float back to reality. We both stayed that way for a minute, our hearts slowing, fingers intertwined.
"Mmm, you were such a good boy for me," I praised him sincerely.
"Thank you, Miss."
"I think you've earned a kiss."
With a twist of a key, he was temporarily released from the chain so that he could turn and lay on his back. I quickly raised his arms over his head again and locked him back up so that his hands could not wander.
I climbed up on the table and straddled him, admiring his vulnerable form beneath me. He gazed up at me, desire smoldering in his eyes, but there was also a visible submissiveness like I had never seen there before. I leaned down to rest my elbows on his chest. For several minutes, I simply stared into his soul, losing myself in his eyes. He did not look away and I felt a fluttering in my chest at how differently he looked at me. I had never seen him look so incredibly submissive and it filled me with bliss.
"Every time I try to kiss you somewhere, you always start kissing me on the lips," I scolded him, though my new lover's habits actually delighted me, not annoyed me. "Well, now you're all tied up so I can finally enjoy your body in peace. I want to... know what my new toy... tastes like."
That last part I said in between kisses as my lips made their way up his neck. I turned his head to the side, holding it down firmly with one hand as I gently kissed his face inch-by-inch. He sighed with both arousal and frustration as I nibbled on his ear. I knew he wanted more than anything to hold me, squeeze me and shower me with kisses. Instead, he was forced to endure my painfully slow lips, scouring his face and chest until I could feel his penis straining underneath me.
"Do you want that kiss now?" I inquired, my eyes crinkling with amusement.
"Yes, please."
Our lips touched ever so gently and then I pulled away just a centimeter. I could feel his smile. It felt so good to tease him, even now. After sneaking a few pecks to his cheeks, I went in for the kill. The kiss was long and passionate. At times, I sat up and made him struggle against his bonds to reach me and reconnect our lips. I placed my hands against his throat and made him choke himself in order to be able to lean up and kiss me. No matter how much I tortured and teased, he proved again and again that kissing me was worth whatever I did to him.
It felt wild and wonderful and when I had my fill, I collapsed on top of him. Resting my head on his chest, I could hear his heart beat against me. It nearly lulled me to sleep, but I managed to return to the awareness that we were at a Dungeon and people might be waiting for the medical room to open up.
"We should probably finish up so someone else can enjoy the room," I said finally as I gazed down at my Captain.
He was not so enthusiastic about the idea, but I soon had him untethered and obediently cleaning up the room for the next guests.
I examined myself in the mirror while he sanitized and tidied up behind me. As I straitened up my outfit and my hair, I looked past my image at his reflection, watching him walk back and forth past the mirror.
Aye, I thought. I made a good purchase.
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Keep an eye our for part 4. Yes, there's more.
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His kisses to my neck and shoulders had me spellbound and reluctant to open my eyes, but the thought of molesting my newly purchased slave boy motivated me to get up and examine my property. I was feeling divine and no longer grumpy. Especially after the attention he paid me with his lips and fingers.
"I feel like playing now," I purred at him, pushing him toward a corner.
I slid my hand behind his neck and pulled his face down to kiss me on the lips as my other hand wandered all over his body. I squeezed his ass through his pants and slipped my hand under his shirt to feel his skin, running my nails gently along his back. His body responded to my touch, arousing me and making me want to forget all about playing in favor of other fun things we could do in our private space.
Not letting my gaze leave his, I gently began to peel his shirt off. He was too tall for me, but he took the hint and enthusiastically pulled it over his head. Flashing a mischievous grin, I undid his belt buckle ever so slowly. We gently kissed again and again, as I tormented him with the excruciatingly slow process of removing his clothing.
Before I could properly examine him naked, he took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. His intense desire ignited the Domme in me and I could feel a heady feeling begin to wash over my body. A feeling of power, knowing he was a slave to his lust for me. It felt good to be wanted so badly by this man I had known for so long, and yet only recently explored anything beyond friendly, silly public play with. However, he was becoming very assertive physically and needed to be put in his place.
Though I wanted, more than anything, to kiss him back with equal fervor, I gently pushed him away. He smiled, thinking I was being coy, and leaned in again for another kiss. Still enjoying the teasing, I smiled and giggled and demurely managed to maneuver out of his embrace every time he reached for me. He laughed as he realized I was not going to let him succeed.
Leading him to the medical table, I distracted him briefly from his intention to kiss me by binding his wrists with leather cuffs and locking them. The ritual of putting someone in leather bondage is a favorite of mine and I let that show as I devoured him with my eyes during the entire process. I made sure he was looking as I clicked the small locks onto his cuffs so that he knew he was now under my control. As I slipped the leather collar around his neck, I could see him begin to fall into a submissive corner of his mind. The look on his face did not change and he did not move in any particular way. I could just tell because the energy between and around us was shifting. There was an exchange of power taking place and we could both feel it.
"Up on the table," I ordered, scooting him back so that his legs were available to me.
Biting my lip playfully, I dangled a pair of heavy ankle cuffs in front of him so he knew what was coming next. Slowly and deliberately, I locked each metal cuff around his ankle, until the thick rubber coating was just brushing against his skin. Once he was locked in place, I tugged at the cuffs so he could feel their weight against his feet.
"See these keys?" I asked him as I waved them in the air and placed them in a far corner, "They belong to me. You belong to me now."
"Yes, Miss," he acknowledged, his voice higher and fainter than it had been only a few minutes earlier. It brought a smile to my face.
"Back on your feet," I commanded, standing him up.
Knowing full well the power my body had over his, I pressed up against him and ran my hands up his naked chest. As I expected, he bent down to kiss me only to have his lips stopped by my dainty finger.
"Ah ah," I teased him, "No more kisses."
He groaned loudly, his penis clearly showing his frustration. I had always enjoyed the sight of his in particular and felt powerful knowing I could excite him sexually, yet control his access to me.
"Do you want a kiss?" I asked him sweetly. "Then beg for it."
"Yes! Oh yes, I want a kiss," he sighed, sliding his arms around me desperately, "I want to kiss you so badly. Please, please may I kiss you, Miss?"
"Why?"
"Because..." he glanced away, thinking. "Because you are so smart and sexy and... and your lips are so soft. I love to kiss you, Miss."
"Well," I considered, pulling him close to me and reaching my face up to his until we could feel each others' breath on our skin, "I think... that wasn't very persuasive. No kisses for you."
He moaned again, unsure of what to do to convince me otherwise.
"If you want to kiss me, you're going to have to earn it."
Turning him around so he faced the table, I bent him over slightly and locked his wrist cuffs to a chain I had attached to the top of the table.
"There," I sighed in satisfaction. "Now you can't get away from me. Now you are truly at my mercy."
He smiled at me as I came around the table to look at him. He made a clever joke that I can no longer remember. He was falling into our old routine of humorous playtime sessions. But, I was no longer interested in our usual silly banter. I wanted to exert power over him like I had never done before. The desire to see his face filled with pain and devotion was so powerful that it overwhelmed and excited me.
I grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back, leaning into his vulnerable body so that he could hear me whisper in his ear.
"You think you're so funny," I growled in his ear. "Is this just a joke to you?"
"No, Miss," he replied in an slightly alarmed tone. I saw the realization in his face that the rules had changed.
"You know, we've only played a handful of times, Captain," I said, not letting go of his hair. "We've always had fun, but I am beginning to think you're getting too cocky. Thinking you can just make jokes while I am trying to examine my property."
Letting go of his hair, I began to run my hands along his back and buttocks roughly. I squeezed him and pinched him, enjoying how his body reacted to a variety of stimuli.
"I'm sorry Miss- I won't be cocky," he apologized.
"Oh, you're sorry?" I smirked, giving his ass a slap. "I think you need some proper training to be put in your place. Then we'll see how sorry you are."
Laying on his stomach, bent over the medical table with his arms stretched out before him, he was a sight to behold. I soaked in the erotic image of this handsome man, 12 years my senior, chained up before me. I savored it for a moment before bringing my hand back to his butt cheeks, squeezing them and kneading them lustfully. I loved treating him like a piece of meat and knowing he would let me do anything to him. What choice did he have?
SLAP! The sound of my hand hitting his ass rang in the air and it was music to my ears. It wasn't long before he reminded me of how he had earned my pet name for him, Captain Squirmy. We started the spanking out lightly and then increased intensity as I administered a thorough spanking with my bare hand. He arched his back and at times threw his head back, grunting or groaning as I hurt him. Occasionally, I would scratch his head softly and offer encouragement so that he would continue taking the pain for me.
"Do you want to be a good boy for me?" I cooed in his ear softly.
"Yes, Miss," he whispered, not looking up from the table.
"Do you want to earn a kiss from me?"
"Yes, Miss. So badly."
"Will you take more pain for me?"
"I will, Miss. Anything you wish, Miss."
I couldn't help but smile.
Next came the leather paddle, then the wooden one. Each time it seemed like the torture may become too much for him, I offered him verbal encouragement to take more. At one point, I was so turned on I forgot about the paddles for awhile and began grabbing at him lecherously. I kissed and nibbled his arms and back, my hands making their way down to his semi-erect cock, stroking it seductively. I took pleasure in how quickly I was able to make him hard. He moaned deliciously and I giggled, knowing he was at my mercy, whether I gave him pain or pleasure.
Once he was nice and erect for me, I moved up to a heavy rubber paddle. It was worse than any other "thuddy" instrument I had ever used on his ass, and I know it was difficult for him to take. His cries grew louder and I knew I was pushing him to the edge. His ragged breathing was evidence that he was putting in so much effort to take his punishment like a good boy, and it pleased me to no end. I could feel my mouth water as I devoted all my energy to evoking yelps from his lips. My low-pitched, evil laughter filled the room as he jerked with every slap of the paddle. I could hear the delicious creak of leather as he strained to pull his cuffs against the chain stretching him out against the table.
"Are you trying to run away from me?" I hissed at him, lunging in and pulling his hair roughly.
"No, Miss!" he exclaimed. "I just like the feel of the restraints, Miss. I'm not trying to run away from you, I swear. I wouldn't want to, even if I wasn't locked up."
He spoke in between pants, and I realized I too was out of breath from a combination of lust and euphoric sadism.
"Then I want you to show me how devoted you are," I challenged him. "I am going to make these last swats the absolute worst and they are going to hurt like hell."
He whimpered at the warning.
"But you should know," I grinned, gazing into his mesmerized blue eyes, "It makes me so wet to hear you moan. To see you writhe and to know you are suffering so exquisitely for my pleasure. I can feel the dampness in my panties with every step I take."
His eyes flashed. I did not know if it was lust, or sub space or simply surprise, but I could see him building up his constitution.
"I will take whatever you give me, Miss," he promised. "I want to make you happy."
"Mmmm," I kissed his cheek softly, "Such a good boy."
I gently nuzzled my face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the faint musky scent he gave off. Gods, I love how men smell.
Running my fingers gently down his back, I made my way behind him again. Just to be a bitch, I tapped his ass lightly with the rubber paddle. He jumped in fright and I laughed wickedly.
"That didn't even hurt, you big sissy," I teased.
With that, I raised my hand up high and swung down with a mighty force.
He cried out in pain and I moaned aloud, unable to hide my arousal. I hit him again and again, losing myself in the beauty and pain of the experience. He squirmed and jumped and screamed and pounded on the table in agony until at last I was spent, and his ass gleamed shades of crimson and purple.
Exhausted, and breathing heavily, I stood next to him and ran my fingers affectionately through his hair, resting my head on his and holding his shackled hands in mine. I needed a moment to catch my breath and slowly float back to reality. We both stayed that way for a minute, our hearts slowing, fingers intertwined.
"Mmm, you were such a good boy for me," I praised him sincerely.
"Thank you, Miss."
"I think you've earned a kiss."
With a twist of a key, he was temporarily released from the chain so that he could turn and lay on his back. I quickly raised his arms over his head again and locked him back up so that his hands could not wander.
I climbed up on the table and straddled him, admiring his vulnerable form beneath me. He gazed up at me, desire smoldering in his eyes, but there was also a visible submissiveness like I had never seen there before. I leaned down to rest my elbows on his chest. For several minutes, I simply stared into his soul, losing myself in his eyes. He did not look away and I felt a fluttering in my chest at how differently he looked at me. I had never seen him look so incredibly submissive and it filled me with bliss.
"Every time I try to kiss you somewhere, you always start kissing me on the lips," I scolded him, though my new lover's habits actually delighted me, not annoyed me. "Well, now you're all tied up so I can finally enjoy your body in peace. I want to... know what my new toy... tastes like."
That last part I said in between kisses as my lips made their way up his neck. I turned his head to the side, holding it down firmly with one hand as I gently kissed his face inch-by-inch. He sighed with both arousal and frustration as I nibbled on his ear. I knew he wanted more than anything to hold me, squeeze me and shower me with kisses. Instead, he was forced to endure my painfully slow lips, scouring his face and chest until I could feel his penis straining underneath me.
"Do you want that kiss now?" I inquired, my eyes crinkling with amusement.
"Yes, please."
Our lips touched ever so gently and then I pulled away just a centimeter. I could feel his smile. It felt so good to tease him, even now. After sneaking a few pecks to his cheeks, I went in for the kill. The kiss was long and passionate. At times, I sat up and made him struggle against his bonds to reach me and reconnect our lips. I placed my hands against his throat and made him choke himself in order to be able to lean up and kiss me. No matter how much I tortured and teased, he proved again and again that kissing me was worth whatever I did to him.
It felt wild and wonderful and when I had my fill, I collapsed on top of him. Resting my head on his chest, I could hear his heart beat against me. It nearly lulled me to sleep, but I managed to return to the awareness that we were at a Dungeon and people might be waiting for the medical room to open up.
"We should probably finish up so someone else can enjoy the room," I said finally as I gazed down at my Captain.
He was not so enthusiastic about the idea, but I soon had him untethered and obediently cleaning up the room for the next guests.
I examined myself in the mirror while he sanitized and tidied up behind me. As I straitened up my outfit and my hair, I looked past my image at his reflection, watching him walk back and forth past the mirror.
Aye, I thought. I made a good purchase.
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Keep an eye our for part 4. Yes, there's more.