Sweet N' Low

It was located in the basement of the town's old sugar silo, slightly to the west of main street, near the foothills. A secret underground auction house and kink club. Two years ago, a private group purchased the abandoned property and renovated it into a covert business, all legal but covert to the public. (Don't want to upset the Sunday worshippers, and prude goodie-goods, afterall, do we?.

By day, the silo was a modern art gallery, full of beautiful paintings, sculptures, photography and more; but by night, in the basement of that gallery, it was a kink club called Sweet & Low.

This is a story from the club side of things...

Monday through Friday, the club was full with Doms and subs of all kinds, connecting and enjoying each other's company in the cozy seating and relaxed, dimly lit atmosphere that the club offered. There was a steady beat of low background music to keep the vibe going as people mingled and chatted. A full bar was offered, with a high-end appetizer menu, available for anyone looking to add a little decadence to their evening. And every Saturday night, the club held a special event in the back, an auction for VIP singles and swingers looking for a pre-consented Master/slave roleplay.

Each winning bid includes a full night in which a Master 'owns' His slave in private. Rooms were provided as part of the auction package. When the silos and the main building were renovated, three guest suites were built into both of the silo towers. The suites were full-floor, soundproof, dungeon-style rooms with an en-suite bathroom and kitchenette included. An elevator was built into the center, allowing guests to access their own private floors through a closed center foyer with princess doors leading into the suite's kitchen. While the auction included one full night in a suite, the Masters had the choice of lengthening the stay in which they offered an added-on amenity of stocking the kitchen how the guests preferred.

Consent was the clubs first prime directive, it was gained with each slave that was approved to be on the block, and each Master who was approved to silently bid. With an ongoing rule and understanding that consent may be retracted anytime and with any reason.

For an added element of being deep into the auction roleplay, each Master is required to wear a mask, and each slave is required to be blindfolded. It was up to the Master and the slave They had won in the auction, to determine whether or not they wanted to reveal their faces to one another, once in private. The slaves participating were blindfolded and led onto the stage one by one, dressed provocatively when it was their turn for bidding. They were then silently auctioned off to a masked Master. Sometimes it was just to play; once the next morning arrived, each player would go their separate ways. However, occasionally, Masters would choose to claim their slave at the end, and ride off into the sunset together seeking to build a possible dynamic.

Those accepted for auction are single-slaves and slave-swingers-on-loan. The attending Masters get basic information on each slave before the auction. Including if the slave for auction is 'on-loan' or 'up for consideration', meaning single until claimed. The slaves know nothing of who is in attendance at all, kept completely ignorant until the reveal, if a Master chose to reveal.

It was my first time applying to be on auction, as a single and worth considering submissive. I was so nervous. A good deal of me likes Master/slave aspects, but I'm not fully into it as much as others. I have a healthy dose of nerdy baby girl identity in me too, mixed with a playful and sarcastic energy of being a brat, as well as a deep desire and need for some dark rough play and primal drives. I require a constant challenge with my Dom. I need a lot of reminders of His place with me, when there is a He. And I require a lot of quality time and playfulness, so love is highest on my list-of-needs.

I've mostly spent my time dating Daddys and Soft Doms of the more intelligent kind. I can't help being attracted more to their brains than their bodies, however, I've learned the hard way, every time, that I'm not the type of sub or woman that many Doms truly want. I'm odd and tend to intimidate them with how much I challenge them to stay on their toes and evolve with me. I've also learned I just can't survive alone on soft play; I need rough, I need a little pain. I need darkness to have a strong place in my bed and control to be not mine. So, I felt it was time to venture to the more sadistic and strict side of things and see how I might do. With that in mind, this event called to my inner spirit... and now, I stand here in thigh highs and black lace lingerie, blindfolded, shaking slightly with my nerves. Awaiting my turn to be bid on and owned...

When my application was accepted, I was ushered to my assigned floor in one of the silos. It's the same room that I'll return too after the auction, where I will be expected to serve my new Master well. Within the suite there's a seating area with a TV, folded blankets for cuddling on one side of the couch, and an ottoman placed before it for added comfort. A Californian king bed sat directly behind the living space, with mirrors on both the ceiling and headboard of the bed, and O rings on each of the four posters for bindings. A St. Andrew's Cross and spanking bench were set up to one side of the bed, and a Symbian and riding saddle to the other. It was modern, clean, chic, and dungeon worthy.

A large toy chest was located inside the closet, and all the toys inside were brand new and still packaged. Anything used would then be billed to the room and expected to either be thrown out afterwards or kept by the guests. Rose tinted lamps filled the space with the perfect amount and shade of light, and an ensuite bath with a jacuzzi big enough for two people, branched off at the closet to the left of the bed, beyond the cross and bench. To the other side of the living space was a small kitchenette. A phone and pamphlet sat on the kitchen's island where room service, emergency help lines, and spa amenities were offered. Something I absolutely took full advantage of right away. I loved primping for a night of delightful sin, it was relaxing and arousing all at once.

I only had two hours till the main event, so I got right to work at setting myself up to look and taste perfect for whoever might win my auction. I shaved everything, then did two types of body scrubs and a high-pressured, super steamy shower to ensure my softness, bypassing lotions so as to not mess too much with my natural taste. It was followed by a clay face mask and curling my hair till it's full and wavy.

I choose to put on charcoal thigh highs, black mesh puckered panties, and a black lace balconette bra. Then I threw a neon yellow mesh crop top over it all. The hem cropped right at my nipple line. I chose matching yellow nail polish for my mani/pedi, then spritzed on my favorite perfume as my last detail, Cherry Blossoms and Lavender. Now I wait, blind with an usher holding my arm and reminding me of all the things to be aware of for the best experience possible, while keeping an ear open for when they call me to the bidding block.

"Don't forget, you can take back consent if you need to at any time. There is a help button at the door to the elevator, as well as on the phone in the kitchen. In the bathroom there's a complimentary basket with various sizes, textures, and brands of condoms, both female and male, as well as some water-based lubes and a first aid kit, if you need it..." My usher whispers to me as we wait.

~????~

"Thank you for attending our special auction this evening, I just want to remind everyone of the main house rules before we get started... Rule number one; If at any point your slave says No, you are to immediately stop everything, check in with your slave to see if there is anything they need, and if they wish to stop, flip the 'call' switch at the door and wait for an escort. If this occurs, we will absolutely work with you on a refund.

Rule number two; No extreme punishments and impact play, only light to medium. No blood, urine, or fecal messes of any kind, however squirting messes are allowed. In case of unavoidable accidents that cannot be cared for with merely a first aid kit, please immediately pause play and flip the switch at the door. An assistant will be with you shortly to help. First aid kits are found in the basket provided in the bathroom.

And rule number 3; No degradation in public spaces, not everyone is open to it, so let's respect one another in communal areas, please.

Ok, now that the rules are out of the way, we have seven slaves up for auction tonight, and as you know all information regarding each slave available, is provided in your pamphlet by ID number.. So, let's start this with our first slave...

She's a sweet little princess really, number 4538. A real looker with near perfect proportions inside a petite, slim frame... Let's start at $550... Can I get a $550? There it is, $550. $600 in the front row here with the Mistress in red, $700 to the Master in Blue to my right..." The host of the auction excitedly encourages the bids to keep coming until finally settling on a bidder who is only identified by The Master In Plum for a whopping $1000.

Since we're all blindfolded backstage, we can only listen as each slave stands on the bidding block, and the auctioneer narrates what he sees of the Masters and mistresses' reactions and bids. Everything is quiet, except for the host, so the nerves and anxiety are high. I'm shaking, and my skin prickles as I wait for my turn. Finally, he calls slave number 5257, me, to the block. My usher tugs on my arm and with a soft warm hand, guides me to where I need to stand,

"Right here, that's it. Now remember to stand tall and confident, you look fucking sexy as Hell. Good luck!" Says the whispered voice of my usher.

I do as he says. There's a small tremble of nerves trying to take over still, deep inside me, but I fight it off the best I can. Because I want this. Yes, it's scary as fuck, but the nerves I feel are the good kind. So good, that my pussy is completely drenched right now. I've never been owned before. I've always felt like a lost lamb, living outside the flock, therefore unworthy of ownership. Deemed too weird and intimidating for most Doms, therefore shunned by other subs and seen as a brat. Not a lot of room or love left for Brats these days.

See, I'm not like the others, I'm very different, offensively so. It'll take a wolf to tame my snarky ass, and He best be a powerful one because I am a challenge. That's why I'm here. This isn't like a regular kink event. Not just anyone can access the auction. With how well they vet the Masters and Mistresses who want to bid, you're almost guaranteed an experienced true Dom/me. I've dreamt of what it would feel like to have a full session with a true experienced Dom, since I was first awakening to the fact that I'm not just horny I'm a nympho, back when I was fifteen. And tonight, for just a small time, I finally get to live my dream. I will come face to face with a big bad wolf, who will own my body and soul all night long, and I really hope He can handle me. Because I need to be handled badly.

"Alright here's a real cutie, number 5257, a little thick, soft, and perfect for the Master that likes a little sass and fight! This slave has a bratty side to her, with an intellect promising a sharpness for loopholes, ladies and gentlemen. Let's start the auction at $500. Can I get $500?... $500, right here!.. $550 from the Gold mask in back.. $600 from the Green mask to my right.. $650 from Mr. Silver in the middle there.. Oh! $800 from Mr. Black mask in the far back.. $800 going once? Twice?.. Sold to the Master in black, please see the receptionist for your auction fees and she will give you the room key to 5257. Now let's bring up our next slave... This one is really special, the most popular sought-after type, a true redhead folks, the curtains match and all!... number 7934.." Redheads and fit bodied slaves always went for the highest bids, more sought after than nerdy thick girls like me. I roll my eyes, as no one can even see them under my blindfold, as follow my usher guides me out.

What I lacked in my figure and color of hair, I more than made up for, ten-fold, in mind and heart. Plus, I gave one hell of a blow job, so instead of feeling unfairly rated against others, I focused on how lucky the man in Black was to win me. Afterall, I'm a real treat and I planned on rewarding Him well for recognizing that in me enough to bid! Sure, I was bratty and sassy, but not right away. That was a part of me you have to earn, so this Master was in for a sweet, playful sub that'll obey more than press buttons... until I decided buttons needed pressing, of course.

I get escorted off stage and taken back to my room. Once at the door my escort knocks for me, then whispers,

"Your Master waits for you just inside, here is a panic button," He places a small device the size of a AAA battery into my hand, then continues "this is given in private and in secret, just in case. Remember you can remove consent if you ever feel you need to. Good luck and have fun... Serve well!" And with that he walks off leaving me at the door. I kneel down and get into position... a moment later the door opens.

"Good girl! Please rise and come in." My bidder seems to be using a voice modulator, as it comes out sounding obviously modulated. Nevertheless, I rise up and with my head down and enter the room, carefully, because I'm still blindfolded.

I can't get a good eye of Him yet, but I feel as I walk past Him how much bigger He is than me and a shiver of need rushes over me.

"Please, let me help you to the bed." He takes my elbow and guides me, then asks me to sit. As I sit on the side of the bed, He speaks up again,

"I prefer to keep your blindfold in place for now, but will remove my mask as we play; is that okay?"

"Of course, Sir." I answer.

"I know we give consent at sign up, but I personally need to hear that I have yours directly from you, so let's talk a little. Grow some comfort and trust first, and when you feel ready, I want you to say, 'You have my consent, Master.' Super clear and simple, if you never say it, that's ok, we'll just enjoy our time platonically, no hard feelings. Deal?"

"Yes, Master." I answer, touched that he would go to such consideration for my comfort. I feel Him beside me on the bed as we chat, getting to know one another a little and creating a connection. We talk about how we both drink our coffees, what kind of movies we each enjoy, music too, and just get cozy. Soon enough my trembling is calmed, He makes me giggle here and there, and I begin to feel safe with Him. Trusting even. As we're talking about what we loved and hated about the way Stephen King writes, I decide I'm ready to progress and speak up,

"You have my consent, Master." And offer a sweet yet shy and awkward smile.

"Good girl. Earning your consent means a lot to me. Please, come stand in front of me." He takes my hand and guides me, so I know where to stand.

He grabs my hips and pulls me in as He tells me to come closer.

"Kneel."

I do. He stands up and I hear Him playing with His clothing. A moment later I realize He's pulled His cock out, as He begins swirling His already hard dick all over my face, testing me.

"Open your mouth." He commands.

As I open, He dips His cock inside. I close my lips around Him and suck. He pulls Himself back out and gives an appreciative groan. We do this for a while, as He pushes into my mouth deeper and deeper, tickling the back of my throat as I suck and gag around Him more and more. He reaches down to palm and play with my tits as we do this, pinching and rolling my nipples and studying how much I respond to the stimulation. But before long, He tells me to stand, then guides me to the St. Andrew's Cross, next to the bed, where He pulls the mesh top from my body and then buckles me in at my wrists, waist, and ankles.

Once I'm strapped to the cross, Master circles me slowly, inspecting every inch of me in my lingerie. My breath begins to pick up, feeling His eyes on my body, my face. All His attention focused on little Ol' me, I felt completely at His mercy and fully under His protection. It was so intimidating yet such a turn on. His warmth radiated out of Him like a tidal wave of desire, and I wanted nothing more than to surf His waves. I could feel Him all over me already and He hasn't really even touched me yet. I struggle to keep my squirming and fidgeting in control, needing to move a bit with how much feeling is rushing through me. Little squeaks slip out here and there out of need and a loss of my own control, the longer He just circles me closely, studying me with His eyes.

"You're trembling again, are you cold?" He asks me.

"No sir."

"Then why are you trembling, little one?" He asks.

"Because I like your presence so far, and I'm excited to explore more with you, but that feeling is stronger than I can handle, and my body needs to let some of it out." I answer as directly as I can, hoping He might appreciate my need to communicate clearly and openly. Deep down, I need the kind of trust that transparency tends to grow between people, and I'm hoping He might match it, so it flows both ways. My open and honest communication mixed with holding to my boundaries and not accepting less, has been a massive hardship on dating, so I am slightly nervous of how He might react to me tonight. I crave to submit in the deepest way I can, but to do that I need to feel and know that not only does someone truly want me and choose me, but that they deserve me too.

"I'm glad you feel that with me so far, I have to admit I feel it too. You stood out to me, like a lighthouse showing the way home to a lonely fisherman from up on that bidding block. The more I see of you, the brighter you beam for me." He replies as He begins to caress my body softly, introducing Himself to me slowly and sensually first. I feel a flush of pleasure at His words. He uses less of them than me to speak His mind, but the deeper meaning is felt, He is matching me the way I hoped He would.

He spends some time teasing and appreciating my body. I have to admit I feel a little too vulnerable. I am not toned, slim, or beautiful like the others. I'm average, thick, jiggly, a little weird even, with way too big eyes, and an awkward gracefulness that doesn't fit. I've never felt human, always an outsider to beauty and made to know that by every man and woman that would pass through my life.

"You are so beautiful, baby girl. You have me so deeply enchanted." He growls as He glides His finger softly down my sternum and then over each breast. A smile breaks open across my face, I'm not accustomed to hearing such nice things.

Then, one piece at a time, He continues undressing me from the barely-there lingerie I'm still wearing. He unclips my bra and pulls it from my body. Leaning in, He begins to very seductively kiss my nipples, then He sucks on each nipple one at a time. His hand comes down to tease my pussy through my mesh puckered panties, until He takes a firm grasp and tears them off. I gasp at the sex appeal this lends me.

Now fully naked, with Him evening the playing field with His own nudeness, from the sounds and self-proclamation he offers, He begins to go harder...

"You have such a pretty pussy; I wonder how it'll feel wrapped tight around my cock." He slips in a finger, "Oh, it's going to feel amazing, you are so tight!" As He slips another finger in and begins to thrust them in and out slowly, while flicking His tips against my button-o-scream.

He fingerfucks me while I'm practically hanging on that cross, still holding myself up with the cross's assistance, but losing control as His mouth feasts on my tits. It's hard.. Being strapped down so that I can barely move to the pleasure He grants me. I need to fuck His hand back. I crave to roll my hips and grind His fingers. To run my hands everywhere on His body. I don't have the kind of control where I can lay still while being played with, I need to give a rhythm. But I'm held so still that it begins to come out of me in different ways, in moans and begging,

"Oh please, more! Uuuughh, that feels so good, Master. Don't stop!" I moan out, "Yes! Right there, right there! Fuck! Harder! Please Master, I am yours so take it, own me. Oh, I'm gonna cum!!" I am just speaking the passion I feel at this early stage of our night, but He listens so well and makes me feel so much more than ever before.

"Show my fingers what you want to do to my dick, squeeze em' tight, baby girl." He growls at me.

"Cum all over my hand and I'll make you cum again on my mouth as a reward." He adds.

His words are keeping me focused on us, in the here and now. Pushing me higher until I'm clamping hard on His digits. My eyes roll to the back of my head and my body feels like the orgasm is hitting every limb, every curve, every inch of my body, full and so powerful I nearly faint. Riding the waves like they go on forever and pushing myself to hang still and be good, as they do.

As I'm cumming loudly and so powerfully, He changes angles and flicks, making my pussy now squirt for Him as I cum again, even bigger this time. He dives in, clamping his lips around my slit and slurps my juices up, fucking my clit and keeping me on this rollercoaster of orgasms with His fingers buried deep inside and His tongue lapping fast and hard to get every drop so nothing is wasted.

Before long, my legs begin to shake, and those straps on the cross are holding me up more than my own muscles. So, Master sweetly unbuckles me and carries me over to the bed, where He warns me to be good and keep my legs open for Him or suffer the spanking bench. I think I can obey, until I see Him pull out an industrial wand from the tiny slit of light my blindfold gives me when it's knocked the tiniest bit a skewed. I still can't see much, including him, but I can see the hint of that wand. That is my Achille's heel. How many days and nights I've spent in my bedroom fucking my clit against my own industrial wand and inducing 5 and 10 orgasms per session, I won't dignify with an answer, but this challenge will be way harder to achieve if it is Him wielding the wand.

He straddles my chest, His cock in the perfect position for me to worship Him, while He holds the wand on my clit and challenges my ability to give a good blow job. I start out timid and slow, allowing myself time to introduce myself to His intimate spots. I like bonding my mouth and spirit to His body, so that I can really connect with wanting to worship Him well. So, I close my eyes... even though it does no good behind this blindfold, that is still somehow very much staying in place now after He fixed it when He got into position. I let myself take in His essence in feel, taste, smell, everything.

As we each play, as I lick and suck His idol of power, challenging His own control with how I use my lips, my tongue, and my throat to please Him well... He presses the wand at my clit harder and turns the vibration up. I'm deep throating and bobbing along His length with such intensity, my hips bucking into the air wildly as that wand pushes hard into my nub of sinful delight. I don't care how weird or unladylike I might look right now to Him, I am fully chasing the next release while determined to force His, so that we orgasm together. I get sloppy when I free myself of over thoughts and give in fully to worshiping Him, trying so hard to be the very best He's ever had.

Something I pride myself on, when I achieve it.

I think He caught onto my trying so hard to force His release to happen with mine though, because as I crest mine, He pulls Himself away from me, stopping Himself from falling with me on this orgasm.

"Uh, uh, uh! When I cum, I'm doing so deep inside you, baby girl. Marking your body as mine from the inside to out. But for that little manipulation, you can expect a spanking when we take a small break for water and food later, little girl."

"Yes sir." I say, not great at hiding my smile.

He throws the wand to the side just then and lifts one of my legs over his shoulder. The other wrapped around His hip, as He sinks Himself inside me, finally. A deep moan leaves my lungs as I enjoy every tiny bit of stretch His cock requires of my pussy.

"Mmmmm... Fuck yes! Please, sir! I need to be fucked so bad, pound my cervix with that gorgeous beast of yours!"... I'm now mindlessly rambling.

But He listens.

He pounds me long, hard, and throws me around, readjusting and pounding this way and that, hammering, sliding, gliding, and all around fucking me into oblivion. Wrecking me for any Doms to come after Him...

He grips the headboard and slams His hips against my pelvis; once, twice, three times. The sound of heavy skin on skin slapping mixed into the room with His grunts and growls, and my mewls and whimpers. I can feel his girthy head hitting against my insides and making real fireworks shoot off behind my eyelids. He has a power in His cock that my pussy begged to submit to, and I wanted so badly to submit well for Him. He was thoughtful, kind, and knew how to fuck me hard while caring for me sweetly. It was only one night, but I was falling for Him.

We lay cuddled for a bit; He pet my head and praised me for being so eager and willing for Him. But soon, I was going to have to take my punishment for my earlier failure in obeying his command to stay still for the wand. I knew that. For trying to push his control and challenge His Dominance I would be made to feel pain.

Tingles filled me, I was so excited to know the feel of His hand on my cheeks...

~

Once He had me positioned correctly on the bench, He placed a collar around my neck and attached a leash to bind me to the bench. He then instructed me to point my ass up and out, so He could have full access for a good spanking. Then...

SLAP!

Slap!

Slap!

This went on until we reached twenty, at which point His cock was hard again, evidenced by the sensation of it brushing against me as he drew closer. His hands resumed their gentle caress of my body. He was deriving immense pleasure from the punishment, and I could feel that in his gentle touches, a sentiment I shared. My pussy was like a slip n' slide, of which He realized because He quickly moved to eating me out from behind, as I still remained straddled on the bench, still leashed and submissive to His desires. I came for Him, on His tongue, crying out for more, begging for His cock. Rewarding me for taking his spanking well, He slid His hard cock back in, fucking me over and over.

My masked master was dark, hard, rough, and passionate. And I loved every bit of it.

Our night saw no sleep, only pleasure.

Suddenly, He shifts me so He's fucking me in missionary, then He grips my blindfold and pulls it off. Allowing me to finally see Him, to hear Him as He throws the modulator to the side as well...

I gasp, recognizing Him immediately, the man I hired to help me at work. We've been working together for weeks. I thought I was the only one to feel the chemistry between us, He's been completely impossible to read so I've stayed totally professional, just in case...

"Beckett?!"

"I've wanted you like this since that first day we met, baby girl."

I wonder what work will be like now...