she kneels at her Master's feet...feeling safe and loved in her little world of submission where nothing can touch her but her Master. she is barely aware of the Dominatrix, dressed in shiny black leather, that approaches and whispers to her Master. Then her Master pulls her to her feet and tells her to go with the Dominatrix. All of a sudden her world is expanded to include the room full of people...the noise of their voices...their eyes upon her as she is lead by the Dominatrix to a stage at the front of the banquet hall. On the stage are a group of obvious submissives. Some looking scared and timid, some looking bold and flirtatious, others looking angry and unbending. A glance around the room shows her the faces of Dominants and Dominatrixs looking at the stage with cool hard eyes. It is easy to tell which Ones are looking to play with the flirts, which Ones are looking to tame the tempered and which are wanting to show the timid they have every reason to fear.

she looks to her Master for an answer to her questions. He gives her steady look that shows her His strength. she trusts her Master completely and knows quickly she was wrong to have the questions. The slave auction that is about to commence, is for show only...her Master will never let another touch her. she takes the place in the line of submissives up for sale that the Dominatrix points her to. she will make her Master proud, she vows silently. Nothing will keep her from it.

The first submissive to be lead to the block is a beautiful, bold, golden haired female. she is breath taking. her eyes flirt with the Crowd as she poses her body to show off her voluptuous breasts. As the bids begin, she turns to show off her firm, round bottom, her eyes looking over her shoulder to take in all the admiring looks from the audience. she is not bashful, on the contrary, she is very proud of her body. she brings a very handsome price.

The next to the auction block is a tall, strong male. he too is bold and flirtatious. she glances at her Master, wondering if He would enjoy the gifts any of these submissives have to offer.

The line gets shorter and shorter and she knows her time is close at hand. she runs through her mind all the different techniques she has seen the others use to get high bids. she thinks about what she should do, which of the techniques will work for her. Should she be bold, shy, defiant? One male submissive looked as though he did not believe any bidder could truly make him submit. The Dominatrix that bid highest looked as though She was going to enjoy proving the submissive wrong.

she is not sure she wants to challenge such a Person as that. she tells herself not to worry about that, her Master will be sure to bid the highest for her. While thinking on which technique would make her Master most proud, she feels all eyes on her. Glancing up she sees the Dominatrix in the shiny black leather looking at her and pointing to the auction block.

her approach and climb to the block is a blur to her. her first pose is not a pose at all. she sinks into the submission that is hers. she is in, what to her is, a natural state. her perfect submission. she could not relay to you what it was she was doing up there. she is in a place that is true to her, real to her, not some practiced, memorized action. she is unaware of what she is doing or of whom is yelling out bids.

she looks to her Master and sees His look of pride and sinks even further into to a sort of natural state of grace. she has no real sense of time, but feels as though she has been on the block longer than the others.

she begins to feel uncomfortable. she looks to her Master for His strength. His face has a look of distress. Nervous, she checks herself. Nothing seems out of place with her. Suddenly she notices the Dominatrix leading the auction has gone to her Master. She is handing Him something....money it seems. Then the Dominatrix is back at the podium leading the auction again. her Master calls out another bid, but His is followed by another from the other side of the hall. More People are around her Master handing Him more money...He calls out again, but is quickly outbid again from across the room.

Suddenly it hits her, her Master cannot keep up with the bidding coming from across the hall. she may actually be purchased by some Stranger. Some unknown Dominant. Fear grips her heart, but at the same time, so does a strange sense of excitement. her Master calls out another bid, a bid of an amount she knows He could never repay to all His friends who are giving Him the money. Across the hall comes the shout of twice the amount. Silence fills the room.

The slave looks at the Dominatrix dressed in shiny black leather. The Dominatrix is looking at the girl's Master with a look of apology and a touch of fear. The slave knows this Dominatrix must have promised her Master that she would never actually be purchased by anyone other than Him and now, it has all gone wrong.

With a slow, but somewhat angry bang the Dominatrix slams Her whip handle down on the podium and shouts "Sold! To Lord Nicolas."

The slave is screaming "NO!" in her head, but dare not yell out loud. In fact she dare not breath for fear she will scream. From the back of the room, a tall brooding Man walks toward the stage. He looks directly at the poor slave waiting there, shivering in fear. The slave hopes she does not bolt from the stage and realizes if she were to move at all it would be to faint. The Dominant reaches out and takes her leash out of her hands and unceremoniously pulls her from the auction block back to His table. All the way there she keeps her eyes locked on her Master's. His friends are all around Him, trying to console Him and hold Him at bay. she knows if He gets away from His friends He will come to this Man and pull her away, regardless of the consequences. Deep down, she hopes He does not. This overwhelming fear, along with the excitement of the unknown, feels good to her, although she could never admit that to anyone. her Master is a gentle One.

Fears of this level are not reached with Him. He believe it is too dangerous to go this deep into fear. Well, she is about to prove the theory in the flesh.

As Lord Nicolas sits at His table, He pulls her down to her knees at His feet. she has never knelt before Another. she cannot describe how it makes her feel. To be forced to do more than she is freely willing to do is...beyond words, beyond anything she has ever experienced before. But she does know, she no longer wants to run.

she looks away from her own Master and into the eyes of this Man as He says, "you are mine for one hour. Do not let me catch you looking anywhere but here till that time is up. Do you understand me?" "yes, Lord Nicolas" the slave says with a feeling of defeat and hope.

Defeat, knowing she is stuck, hope, that this Man will take her where she secretly wishes to go. Lord Nicolas lays her leash across His lap and grabs her wrists and pulls her hands over and behind her head. Then, grabbing her shoulders, forces them back and makes her arch in a way that pushes her breast out. Then He smacks the back of His hand against her stomach till she sucks it in, then slaps at the insides of her thighs till she spreads them to His satisfaction.

He eyes His handy work without acknowledging her efforts at all. Then sits back in His chair and begins to talk with the other people at the table. It seems to be a conversation continued from earlier. her presence has not effected Him at all. she feels as though He couldn't care less if she got up and walked away, but she doesn't dare move a hair. Something about this Man keeps her still.

It seems as though the whole hour could have passed, what with the ache in her knees and back. In her mind she says "well, girl, so far so good. Obviously this Man knows better than to touch me. His time with me is ticking away so quickly and He sits here in casual conversation with His friends."

Suddenly, the leash that lay seemingly forgotten across His lap is pulling her attention back to Him. The pain in her knees and back is forgotten instantly as she looks up at Him and hears Him say, "it's only been 17 minutes, little one. I have plenty of time to do with you as I wish." His voice is low and steady. Almost a whisper, but yet seems to drowned out all the noise in the room. her fear is back, as well as the nagging excitement in her belly, and yes, her loins. she feels the blush warm her skin as she admits to herself, she is intrigued.

The leash is pulling her to her full height. "Go get me a drink" he says, with the tiniest hint of disgust. she knows she does not disgust Him. she saw the point between His legs swell at the same moment her cunt heated and wetted.

she turns gracefully toward the bar and realizes too late she does not know what He drinks. At the bar she asks the tender if he knows, thank goodness he does. It would not do to give Lord Nicolas reason to punish. That would surely bring her Master's wrath down upon Lord Nicolas, as stated before, regardless of the consequences.

As she heads back to Lord Nicolas, she knows she would be able to see her Master with a slight turn of her head to the left. Looking straight at Lord Nicolas, she knows He can see her in His perifeal vision and if she turns her head, He will know. Besides, she must admit to herself that this Stranger is the One who truly holds her attentions for the moment. The fear He instills in her. The fear she secretly always wanted. she knows her Master loves her too much to be able to scare her like this, so this Lord Nicolas...for the moment, owns her fear.

she keeps her gaze forward and walks steadily to Lord Nicolas. Lowering herself back down to her knees, she spreads her legs as He instructed, rolls her shoulders back and sucks in her stomach. Eyes down, she offers the drink and leash to Him. Ignored for several minutes, He finally takes the drink from her upturned hands, but leaves the leash. her own ritual, sense her master first put a leash on her was that it never touch the floor. she leaves her hands in the offering position with the leash. A few minutes later, He, in an idle manner, takes the leash and lays it back across His lap. she quickly puts her hands back behind her head as before.

she begins to feel the ache in her back and knees again. Just when she thinks she will surely break position, Lord Nicolas pulls her to her feet again. He pushes her to sit on the table before Him and with a hand on her chest pushes her to lay back on it. One by one He lifts each of her legs up in the air and spread open as far as she can spread. Looking down her own body she can see Him looking deep into her desire. If He had any question as to her state of mind under His control, the answer is glistening before Him now. she feels the fact of her excitement tickle it's way, in a slow, thick drop of moisture down between the cheeks of her ass, and the blush warms her skin, again.

she hopes her Master cannot see the desire glistening between her legs. The fear is overwhelming and yet nothing compared to the desire this Stranger is inspiring.

Lord Nicolas blows a cool, gentle breath on her hot moist cunt, and her eyes close and the face of her Master disappears. she is not sure if this man has just gently stroked the burning lips or if she is just wanting it so much, she feels a phantom touch. Then the slow, steady push of a penetrating finger, and she knows it is real as an orgasm tugs at the center of her soul. In the distance, she can hear this Man continue the casual conversation as His finger pumps in and out of her, picking up a little speed with every other thrust.

Soon, she can no longer hear the conversation as it is drowned out by her own voice, moaning softly. The room...this Man...her Master...all melt away as the orgasm claims her body, her thoughts, her soul.

As the flood of the orgasm subsides, she is afraid to open her eyes. Afraid of what she will see. But the tug on her leash forces her to open them as it forces her to sit up again. she cannot see anything but the Man before her as He pulls her to her feet and then across His lap. Afraid of falling all the way over, her hands come down to catch the floor before her as her feet leave the floor. her ass is now all He can see and His hands knead at the soft flesh there. "oh God." she prays silently, "please no"

she feels one hand on each round of her bottom, separating them one from the other, and opening her wide. she knows He is looking down at the rosebud therein as he continues on with that damnable conversation, as though she were not really there, being pried open and played with.

One hand moves to hold open the two mounds of flesh as the other moves to violate the opening. The wetness from the earlier probing is sufficient to lubricate the finger now probing her from behind. It slides in easily and the waves of pleasure are too strong to fight. This finger is merciless. It probes and pushes and stretches at her till she opens enough to receive another. These two fingers pound and twist into her. As the room fades away again, she feels the two free fingers slip into the front of her. Pounding viscously at both openings He rips her very soul. Yes, it is her soul He touches, her body is just the avenue He takes to get there.

Just before the sweet and over overwhelming orgasm washes trough her, He pulls His hand away and yanks the leash, pulling her off His lap down to the place at His feet. she is not a stupid submissive. she knows if she does not take the position He showed her at the beginning of there adventure, it will be grounds for Him to punish her. Quicker than even she believed she could move, given the circumstances, she snaps back into position. Breathless and shaky she holds herself perfectly, but doubts she can hold it for long.

He lowers one hand to her left breast and pinches at the nipple. Just hard enough to get her attention, but not enough to make her wince in pain. He continues with His conversation as though nothing has happened. she could slap Him for that, but enjoys it at the same time. she can see the swell between His legs and is satisfied for that proof He is aware of her. she is so shaky. Is it His plan to leave her in this pose till it is impossible to hold, then at least He can claim a right to punish?

He pulls her leash, forcing her to bend at the waist. she catches herself from hitting the floor and in this new position, on her hands and knees, she feels more able to steady herself. she is grateful for the relief, but only for a moment. Then the moment is gone as she feels His feet rest on her back. The weight is barely tolerable. her arms shake, her back wants to give, she feels tears pushing behind her eyes. she knows she will fail the task and He will punish her.

she feels something touch her arm. Opening her eyes, she sees the tip of a cane tapping lightly at her forearm. The fear it inspires helps her find the strength to hold position. Through the pain and anguish she holds her self stiff while a thick drop of desire runs down the inside of her thigh.

Secretly, she wants to break position. she wants to feel the cane sting her flesh. Warm it even more.

Slowly, He lifts the weight of His feet off her back. she struggles not to break position till commanded to do so. Hoping to get the cane as a reward rather than as a punishment.

Finally, He pulls gently on the leash and she raises to her knees and puts her hands behind her head. she feels His eyes burning right into her heart. In that deep, steady, almost whisper of a voice He says,"you have been perfect. Our time together is almost over. you gave me no reason to punish you...for that I will reward you."

He pulls at her leash firmly, slowly bringing her to her full height. He stands before her. With one hand He grabs both her wrists, still behind her head, turns her and bends her over the table. she feels the cane pulled gently and oh so slowly across her buttocks. Then, He snaps the cane into her flesh with two quick licks. Before she has time to cry out, He pulls her upright and with His face less than an inch from hers says, "you are dismissed." And turns her abruptly away from Him.

Bewildered for a moment, she has no idea what to do. Then she spots her Master across the room. her senses return and gracefully she gathers the end of her discarded leash in her upturned palms. Slowly and with dignity, she walks toward her Master. When she reaches Him, she drops to her knees and offers Him His leash. With one hand He takes the leash, with the other he gently caresses her wet cheek and looks into her eyes, His own filled with concern. Softly she asks, "May i curl up at Your feet Master." He sits and pulls her around to the space in front of His feet. she curls herself around His ankles, and as He strokes her hair, she feels safe and loved in her little world of submission where nothing can touch her but her Master. her mind wonders across the room to the Master continuing with the casual conversation at His table of friends.

Author- TruBrnSub