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I sat beside a man I believed myself to be in love with, who was driving me to the auction of my pussy. My life could be more surreal, and the irony touched me with humor, sadness, and arousal.
I wanted to experience being sold off and used within polite boundaries, but I would prefer to belong to my Master throughout. He would be a sound, emotional anchorage to which I could cling, leave, and safely return.
I squinted at him, feeling disgraced in a most lewd and sexual manner.
“Am I a free-use slut, Gabriel.”
“You are neither a slut, nor is this evening’s enjoyment of you in any way free.”
“But you take my point, right?”
“Your perception is skewed by a moral code society declares to be a norm. If it were not so, breaking a taboo, such as you are doing this evening, would not be such fun.”
“Am I a girl having fun then?”
“You are entertaining yourself and others while raising money for a good cause. Are you not entertained, Olivia?”
“I feel aroused but a little shocked at what I have agreed to.”
Gabriel drove his truck slowly through the beautiful Granger Estate grassland and forest under a starry night that felt perfect for a couple’s walk. Sadly, that wasn’t my fate this evening. Instead, right now, a prospectus of tasteful glossy photographs of me that I had approved of was being shared with and perused by wealthy women who loved other women or just enjoyed experimenting with sex.
I was going to have my pussy licked in return for a pile of cash.
Gabriel looked gorgeous, with a bright sparkle of excitement flickering in his eyes and an adventurous slice of life rippling through his expression. He had dressed smartly for my auction, wearing a fine Tuxedo, a plain white shirt, and a black bow tie. We might have been a married couple going to a benefit, although, if we were, commando would not be my first choice in a dress so revealing as mine.
The vast gravel area outside the front of Granger Hall was full of expensive cars again. Unsurprisingly, many of the drivers were women, but regardless of gender, all were dressed in smart, sexually suggestive uniforms. They gathered in small groups around the best car models and chatted. They had all parked facing the house in four lines and six columns, so I figured twenty-four female passengers were as OCD-crippled as I was.
We couldn’t be seen when Gabriel helped me out of the truck. I made sure to slip gently into his arms, smiling cutely, leaving him in no doubt of my genuine desire and preference. As he held me around my waist, touching him, I stared into his eyes, took his hand, and slowly forced it under the hem of my dress and onto my pussy.