Chapter 5 First Auction #2
“Excellent.” I catch a glint in his eye when he takes it from me. His reaction makes it obvious that he’s read my unusual fantasy, and it dawns on me that all the trainers must have. I blush as I look at the four of them, wondering what they must think of me.
After the journals are collected, Mistress Kim points to the first three submissives to stand on the stairs.
Michelle bumps me and whispers, “It’s really happening…”
Mistress Kim immediately looks up and puts a finger to her perfect red lips. Nodding apologetically, Michelle lowers her eyes and hides behind me.
Listening to the loud din of voices chattering on the other side of the curtain, I can’t help but feel amazed. I had assumed there would be only a handful of Dominants involved in this auction but, by the sound of it, this is a huge gathering!
I hold my breath when I hear the master of ceremonies address the crowd in French. When he repeats his greeting in English, I wonder if it’s for our benefit.
Without missing a beat, they move straight into the auction and call Ms. Foster’s name first. After introducing Pixie Girl to the bidders, a spirited bidding war begins.
When it finally comes to an end, the winning bid is six hundred euros, which is a crazy amount of money to me!
In the silence that follows, I can hear the Dom’s heavy footsteps echo on the stage as he walks up to collect her. It just became real to me, and my scalp begins to tingle…
I glance over at Amethyst, and we grin at each other, caught up in the excitement of the crazy adventure we are about to have.
Mistress Kim motions Michelle to join the line next, and I give her an encouraging pat on the shoulder.
As each winning bid is announced, my excitement continues to grow. Finally, there are only three of us left, and a wave of doubt starts to creep over me…
What if all of the serious bidders have already paired up with a submissive? I give Amethyst a supportive smile when Mistress Kim calls her next.
I find it ironic that Nash and I are the only two left.
When the bidding starts slow for Amethyst, I grow nervous. Of all my classmates, she’s the coolest and most experienced one here.
I hear Nash suck in his breath through his teeth, clearly irritated as he stares at the stage. It seems he’s as unhappy about being one of the last as I am.
Closing my eyes, I silently beg, Please let me be next!
But my wish goes unanswered when I watch Mistress Kim point to Nash. He gives me a superior look before walking up to her.
I dutifully follow behind him when she motions to me. But, by now, I’m feeling defeated and embarrassed.
When Nash walks out onto the stage, I listen to the announcer introduce him.
“It is my pleasure to present to you Mr. Nash. He is twenty-four and works as a Financial Analyst. His trainers describe him as determined but rigid. His fantasy involves latex and bondage. There have been no additional changes to his sexual fantasy.”
I’m surprised when I hear the trainers’ less-than-flattering description of the guy, and wonder if it will affect the bidding.
I’m completely shocked when the bidding takes off and he leaves the stage with a Domme who has bid four hundred euros for the guy.
Then I hear the announcer call my name. When I hesitate to move, Mistress Kim nods at me and looks toward the stage.
Slowly climbing the stairs, I fight hard to hide my fear of being rejected as I walk up to the red X. Taking a ragged breath, I turn to face the audience keeping my gaze riveted to the floor.
The announcer introduces me in French and then repeats in English, “It is my pleasure to present to you, Miss Lane. She is twenty-six and a distinguished piano pedagogue. Her trainers describe her as open-minded and inquisitive. Her fantasy involves a forest rescue by an ethereal being.”
I blush heavily on hearing my fantasy voiced aloud. Afraid of hearing laughter, I hear only silence. The announcer finishes, saying, “There have been no additional changes to her sexual fantasy.”
The continued silence in the large room becomes deafening as my fears become a reality. Struggling not to cry, I stand there on the stage alone in a room full of strangers.
“Five hundred euros.”
I slowly let out my breath. It takes incredible discipline not to look up to see who made the bid. Seconds later, I hear a flurry of counter bids and feel a rush when the final bid of seven hundred euros is announced.
I bite my bottom lip when I hear my winning Dom walk onto the stage. Keeping my eyes lowered per Mistress Kim’s instructions, I eagerly take the hand of the man who has just purchased me, and he leads me off the stage.
With my stomach full of butterflies, I stand beside him and listen as the announcer officially concludes the auction.
As the crowd begins to leave, I hear someone walk up to us. “You are one lucky man.”
Recognizing Anton’s rich accent, I can’t help but smile to myself.
“I agree,” my Dom replies, and I tilt my head slightly certain I know that voice.
Anton startles me by asking a direct question, “Miss Lane, what were you thinking when you took the stage?”
Keeping my eyes lowered, I hesitate to answer because I’m too embarrassed to admit I was afraid that no one would bid on me.
“Look at me,” he commands in a firm voice.
I glance up and tremble when I meet Anton’s intense gaze.
“You looked like a scared little mouse on that stage, Miss Lane. Never doubt your worth again.”
Tears prick my eyes. I am touched by his assertion. As the weight of his words flows through me, they become deeply embedded in my heart.
“I won’t,” I promise.
He nods in satisfaction, then turns to shake my Dominant’s hand.
I chance a peek and let out an audible gasp when I recognize Matisse, one of the men I flirted with at the Luxe Escape on New Year’s Eve.
When he catches me staring, I immediately apologize. “I’m sorry. I had no idea you were a Dom.”
“Eyes down,” he reminds me.
I glance back down at the floor, embarrassed by my lack of etiquette, then smile when he leans in and whispers, “I have many surprises in store for you.”
Before Anton leaves, he tells me, “Enjoy yourself, Miss Lane. You are in excellent hands.”
Matisse holds out my coat and helps me into it, causing pleasant goosebumps on my skin when he says, “Come. It’s time to play out your fantasy.”