(first time poster)
She steps up to the house, hesitates before knocking at the blue door.
A blue door. It had to be a blue door.
As she waits, she self-consciously tucks her hair behind her ears and looks up and down the street, quiet in the night, excepting the occasional roar of a vehicle passing by. The night lights shine bright and harsh and she is very much aware of her heart beating faster.
‘Yes?’
She jumps. Caught up in examining her surroundings, she hadn’t even realised that the door had opened. The person who has opened it lounges casually against the door frame, insolently looking her up and down.
Is it a he? Is it a she? She can’t tell. They look amazing, tall like a man with a black pixie haircut, the dark skin glinting in the lights from the street. Dressed in a blue satin gown, she can see the faint darkening of a cleavage. A woman then. Aha.
‘Are you coming in?’
She gulps, tries to look beyond the magnificent lady ahead of her, but can see nothing save darkness. She looks back into the madame’s eyes, which are currently engaged in looking her up and down with a glint. The madame suddenly cups her chin as she freezes, her eyes wide. She bends forward, whispers in her ear ‘Not bad’, gently kisses her lips and pulls her inside, shutting the door behind her.
She stumbles into the darkness and gets caught by strong arms. Before her eyes can adjust, someone blindfolds her, gags her with what feels like rough cloth and turns her around. Helpless, her heart beating even faster, she feels someone take her hand and pull her along. Unable to do otherwise, she follows.
The blindfold is not entirely opaque, and she can make out differences in lighting, stumbling alongside what seems to be a corridor with rough carpet-like material covering the walls. She can feel wooden frames occasionally on the rough surface and very occasionally can feel wooden doors. Her senses completely heightened, she can make out faint moaning sounds behind the doors as she is pulled along.
She abruptly comes to a stop, the momentum meaning she falls to the ground. Strong hands pull her back up and she suddenly feels the brisk air against her skin as her conservative skirt and blouse are taken off. Her tights are cut off her legs and her underwear discarded till she stands there shivering, nipples erect, from excitement, from fear, from the cold.
Soft hands run over her body… a woman she thinks and she can hear the soft mutterings as she is made to lie down on a bed which feels soft like leather. Her legs are pulled apart and she is very carefully shaved all over. She can make out exotic scents and feel the rough scrubbing and buffing of her skin. The gag is pulled out and a finger placed on her mouth as she attempts to say something.
Shhhhh….
She silently feels the make up being carefully applied to her face, aware that she has been waxed and shaved to an inch of her life. She rubs her legs together, marvelling at the smoothness. Her nakedness no longer bothers her as she sinks into the scents and care and she almost forgets why she is here.
Not for long however.
She is pulled up again and feels her hands being pushed into what feels like a robe made of very soft, very light material. Someone pulls the sash together and ties it tightly at her front. She can feel her erect nipples rubbing against the material, the sensation making her shift her legs and gulp.
She hears a door opening and as she is gently guided into the middle of what feels like a large bright room, she can feel the assessing eyes on her. Her robe is abruptly peeled off as she stands, naked for the world to see, feeling eyes and hearing soft comments. Her hands bound, and a leash placed around her neck. With every passing moment, her stomach twists and her heart beats with excitement, and she can feel the wetness starting to pool between her legs. She is gently guided around the room, made to bend, feeling her hair softly being threaded through rough fingers. The moment is both interminable and yet too short and she hears the auction start, with soft grunts indicating approval as the amount drives higher and higher till the final three knocks.
Still blindfolded, gagged and bound at the hands, she is led to another room. By this point, her heart is mad with shame, with lust, with excitement as she is made to lie on a huge bed, her hands tied to the posts, her gag replaced with a metal one, her legs spread out before she is left alone.
She can feel her heart drumming with anticipation, unable to move or rub her legs together, her pussy slowly getting wetter, her mouth dry when she suddenly hears the door open and gently close…