Chapter 5 First Auction
First Auction
Take my breath away
I return to my spacious hotel room, still flying high from the day’s excursions. Staring at that beautiful canopy bed meant for a queen, I feel tempted to try it out.
Taking a running leap onto it, I squeal with joy as I bounce several times on the supple mattress. Spreading my arms wide, I sigh in contentment while staring up at the wood of the canopy covered in white gossamer cloth.
I feel like a princess and let out a giggle of delight.
Closing my eyes, I imagine that I’m a lonely young royal who has been kept separate from the world to preserve my maidenhood. But I’m desperate to be kissed and experience what it is like to be loved.
In my mind, I hear a soft knock at the door and instruct my maid to enter, but then sit upright when I see my coachman stepping through the door instead. In a state of undress, I immediately grab the covers to shield myself from his view.
“Do not be frightened, Princess. You are safe with me.”
I release my tight hold on the sheets and settle back down on the soft bed. I know I should cry out for help because men are strictly forbidden to enter my bedchamber, but I remain silent as he approaches the bed.
In my fantasy, the coachman looks suspiciously like the man with the scar who drove me today…
“I’ve caught your heated glances and have come to your aid.”
A blush rises to my cheeks, but I can’t deny that I am irresistibly drawn to my coachman.
“I’m here to please you, my princess.”
I shake my head vigorously. “I’m saving myself for my husband.”
“There are other ways to please a woman,” he murmurs seductively as he sits down on the bed.
This is the first time a man has called me a woman, and it stirs something deep inside of me. “How?” I ask softly.
“It involves the tongue.”
I crinkle my nose and laugh. “What do you mean?”
“It’s better if I show you…”
I find the coachman’s charming smile alluring and relax under his lustful gaze. Unwilling to say the words out loud, I simply nod my consent.
As soon as he pulls back the covers, my nipples harden beneath the thin material of my nightgown, and he looks me over hungrily.
“As much as I want to gaze upon your naked breasts, I will allow that right to be reserved for your husband,” he states huskily. Positioning himself on the bed, he then commands, “I need you to lie back with your head on the pillow and relax for me.”
I do as he asks, but my body is trembling far too much to relax.
He slowly lifts the edge of my nightgown, and I suck in my breath as he lowers his head between my legs.
Staring up at the flowing pattern of the canopy, I whisper, “Will this hurt?”
“No, princess. I seek only to bring you pleasure.”
I close my eyes when I feel his hot breath against my exposed sex.
I can almost feel the man’s breath in real life…
Wanting to thoroughly enjoy my impromptu fantasy, I slide my fingers between my legs and lightly rub my clit as my imaginary lover licks it for the first time.
When I hear my coachman’s moan of pleasure, I bite my bottom lip. If this is a taste of what it feels like to be fully a woman, I need more!
The coachman takes his time building up my desire, and I grow to crave the pressure of his magical tongue. He licks my clit with fervor, teasing me with that naughty tongue until I can’t handle the intensity any longer and whimper into my pillow.
“Let go, Princess,” he commands gently.
Eager for release, I give in to the delicious feelings he’s creating and moan softly as I climax. But I’m instantly brought back to reality when I hear people talking just outside my door.
Glancing at the antique clock, I feel the butterflies start when I realize that my first auction is going to happen in less than an hour!
I jump out of the fancy bed and take a quick shower. After making fast work of my makeup and slipping into my uniform, I spend the remainder of my time styling my long chestnut hair. As I run my fingers through the curls and stare back at my reflection, the reality of my situation hits me.
I’m about to be auctioned off to a Parisian Dom…
I shiver with anticipation, my body still humming after my recent climax. I smile to myself, remembering how much Brianna raved about the Submissive Training Center auctions. She insisted they were even better than the practicums in the class—and I’ve experienced incredible practicums.
Still, I wonder how the winning Dom is going to make my woodland fantasy into a BDSM scene.
Before leaving the suite, I button up my coat to conceal my uniform and even remember to pick up my fantasy journal on the way out.
I clutch it in my hands as I squeeze my way into the elevator with a bunch of my classmates.
Our nervous excitement, contained in that tight space, is tangible as we all head down to the lobby for the auction.
Since this is the very first auction for the Submissive Training Center of New York, not one of us really knows what to expect.
Headmaster Wallace, dressed in a dark blue suit, is waiting for us in the lobby when the elevator doors open. He glances at the journal in my hands briefly and addresses the group. “How many of you brought your journal with you?”
I feel awkward when only Carlisle and I raise our hands, but that instantly changes when I see the Headmaster smile at the two of us.
“I commend you both for being prepared and leaving your cabin in order.”
I’m pleased to hear his praise, but I also catch Nash scowling at me. Instead of avoiding his hard stare, I hold my journal tighter and grin.
“Fortunately for the rest of you, we collected your journals. In the future, I suggest you follow Mr. Carlisle and Miss Lane’s example.”
The Headmaster happens to notice Nash’s ugly scowl and calls him on it, “Is there a problem?”
He instantly wipes the look off his face. “No, Headmaster.”
My lips twitch in amusement as Headmaster Wallace leads the group of us down the hallway.
Enraged at being caught, Nash manages to push his way forward and walk beside me.
Speaking in a hushed tone, he snarks, “Here I thought Lord Murray was your Daddy, but it’s the Headmaster himself.
No wonder Ms. Howard got kicked out of the program, you jealous cow. ”
The moment Nash notices Headmaster Wallace’s head turn, he quickly breaks away and moves next to Pixie Girl.
I shake my head, resenting everything about the man—from his unfounded accusations to his fat-shaming slur.
But if I react I’ll invite the Headmaster’s sympathy, which will only help to validate Nash’s claims of favoritism.
So instead of responding, I simply lower my eyes and pretend I didn’t hear him.
However, I can feel Amethyst bristling beside me.
When she opens her mouth to say something, I shake my head. She frowns at me and whispers harshly, “You can’t let him walk all over you like that!”
Headmaster Wallace immediately stops and turns to look at her. “Miss Prescott, is there something you wish to say to the group?”
She immediately lowers her eyes. “No, Headmaster.”
“Then I expect all of you to remain silent.”
We continue on and I smile at my friend, grateful to have Amethyst on my side.
Headmaster Wallace stops at the end of the hallway and opens the double doors. We’re led into a lavish ballroom with a stage positioned in the center. He leads us to a curtained-off area at the back of the stage where the other three trainers are waiting for us.
While we quietly hang up our coats, Mistress Kim walks up and greets us warmly, “Welcome to your first auction, submissives. During the action, you will wait in this area quietly until I call you up to stand in line. When you hear the announcer call your name, you’ll walk out onto the stage and stand on the red X taped on the floor. ”
She then instructs us, “Due to the formal setting, you will be expected to keep your eyes cast downward during the entire bidding process.”
When we hear that, I notice several submissives fidget nervously.
“Once the winning bid has been made, you will remain on the stage until you are escorted off by your Dom, and you are to remain by their side with your head bowed until the auction is complete.”
My heart begins to race the moment I hear a crowd of people entering the room just beyond the curtain.
Mistress Kim ends with an encouraging smile. “Once the auction concludes, you will leave with your Dom to live out the scene inspired by your fantasy journal.”
Michelle lightly bumps shoulders with me, her eyes twinkling with excitement.
Dono Marcelo nonchalantly drops a bombshell when he informs us, “The Dominant will be critiquing your performance after the scene is complete. Rest assured, they are aware that this is your first week of training and will be assessing you accordingly.”
Finding out that we will be graded adds an entirely new layer to the encounter!
Lord Murray then holds up the stack of journals.
“We’ve read through the forms you filled out last night, but we require you to look through your entry a final time before the auction begins.
It important that you eliminate anything that might cause an issue to ensure the scene runs smoothly.
Although you may use your safeword at any point today, we want to avoid that from being necessary. ”
Both Mr. Carlisle and I glance through our journals while the trainer passes out the journals to the others. I smile as I read my fantasy again and am curious how this is going to play out in real life. Whatever happens, I’m committed to following my Dom’s lead and making the most of our encounter.
Lord Murray walks over to ask, “Is there anything you wish to eliminate from your fantasy, Miss Lane?”
I close my journal and state confidently when I hand it to him, “No changes needed.”