After the Auction part 1
Monsieur Modigliani presented the most wonderful and creative adventure for everyone recently. He hosted an auction of his beautiful slave. Professor was lucky enough to be the high bidder. As a participant, the winner was required to write a story about what happened after the auction. This is his multi part account of the events that unfolded. Please go back and read the wonderful posts for Monsieur’s blog that described how we got to this point in time. We hope you enjoy.
I stood feeling a surge of satisfaction and arousal as my sweet amelia walked toward me, holding the short leash leading to the collar of my purchase. A beautiful slave, held in the hands of my beautiful submissive wife. Amelia looked to me for instructions. “Monsieur has offered us the use of any room in the estate. Take her to the 3rd floor, through the single door at the end of the short hallway, and make yourselves ready to present to me. You know how I wish to have you presented.”
I waived my hand to the lovely Devonne, and requested two glasses of bourbon. Upon their delivery, I handed one the Monsieur. “Please accompany me to your dungeon, Sir, so that you may also enjoy the service your slave is going to provide to me.” With a wry smile he accepted his glass of bourbon, and gestured his hand toward the stairs.
When we arrived at the third floor door, I walked in to find amelia and the slave kneeling, facing the door, knees together, palms down on thighs, heads bowed. The sight of such raw, naked, unblemished beauty sent an electric pulse through me, and I had no doubt this was about to be a truly memorable night, likely never to be repeated.
Against the wall stood a large St. Andrew’s cross, and an assortment of shackles adorned the walls and floor. The ceiling contained several connection points for suspension. Opportunities abounded, but I had brought some playthings of my own, and was hungry to see them put to use.
“Amelia”, I spoke softly but firmly.
“Yes Sir”, she said, looking up into my eyes as was the custom when she heard me speak her name.
“Stand our beautiful purchase and lead her to me”. She did as instructed, and the slave moved fluidly to her feet with amelia, without a hint of hesitation. Amelia reached out to hand me her leash. “No, my beautiful. First, you are going to inspect her for me, and you will tell me if she is to my liking. Now, taste of her mouth”.
Amelia turned and softly placed her mouth against the slave’s, whose lips parted lightly as two tongues collided slowly in one of the most sensuous kisses I had ever seen. My fever and breathing increased, and I saw that Monsieur was gazing at them in rapt attention. “Cup your hands under her breasts, and place one in your mouth”. Amelia did as instructed, and a soft moan escaped the slave’s lips. I looked into the eyes of the slave, and she returned my gaze with a wanton, hungry stare. “Now, taste her mouth again” I instructed, and I was greeted again with the delicious sight of two tongues gliding together as amelia pulled the slave’s mouth to hers by the leash.
To be continued…