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Nora sat at the kitchen table tapping the end of a pencil on the table. In front of her was a questionnaire she had to complete. The questions were a methodical, painstaking inventory of her sexual limits and experiences. Notably absent from the form were questions about what she actually enjoyed. She knew why, and the thought of why filled her with that familiar mix of excitement and trepidation – the same feelings she felt as a young girl getting on a roller coaster for the very first time. In fact, she knew deep down that they were the very thing she craved more than anything else, and what made her pussy moist and tingly when she felt them. The paperwork was for the first annual charity slave auction being held by the BDSM club to which she and Master belonged. The proceeds were to go to a local battered women’s shelter. The auction was to be only open to club members, and bidders were to be held to the limits in the questionnaires submitted. Other than that, everything about what was going to happen at and after the auction was completely unknown to Nora. She shook her head and told herself that continuing to ponder the future wasn’t going to get her any good answers. She hunkered down and began to fill out the pages in front of her. —– The afternoon before the auction, Master allowed Nora the luxury of a long bath. She appreciated that Master wanted to spend some extra time pampering herself. As he did so, he shared with her a few more details of the evening. He was to deliver her to the theater the club had rented at 7 PM. She was to wear Karaköy escort bayan a tall pair of high heels and nothing else – not even make-up. She would be checked in, and then would be expected to follow all orders of the staff and auction winner until 10 AM the next morning, when Master would pick her up. They had dinner early together. Nora had just a small salad – she didn’t want to be hungry, but didn’t want to be full either. After she cleared the table and cleaned up, she headed up to the bedroom to prepare herself. She took off her clothing and went to the closet and put on her black, strappy stiletto heels. She walked over to the full length mirror. Her blonde, shoulder-length hair was perfectly arranged. Her perky breasts were tipped with small areolas and nipples that were currently impossibly hard. The notch of her pussy was plainly visible peeking out of the front of her hairless crotch. She turned and looked at her bottom in the mirror. Master had not engaged in any impact play with her in over a week, and her skin was milky white and flawless. The heels made her calves and even her bottom extra curvy. She was as ready as she was going to get. She fetched her bathrobe from the closet, put it on and went downstairs to join Master in the car. Master was waiting for her in the garage and opened the car door for her. She stepped in gingerly, making sure that her robe stayed closed as she sat down. Master started the car and they began to drive. They drove on in silence until they reached the theater. Escort Kayaşehir Master pulled around the back to the stage door. He parked the car, turned it off and said to Nora, “Stay here. I want to make sure they’re ready for you and then I’ll come back.” Nora nodded and Master turned and stepped out of the car. He was only gone a minute before he reappeared at Nora’s door and opened it for her. She stood up and looked nervously around. No one else was there. They were in an alley behind the theater. Nora followed Master as he walked towards, and then through, the stage door. Inside the door, there was a smartly dressed woman in her early 30s with a clipboard. She smiled at Nora and said, “Hello, Nora. Thank you for your service this evening. From this point forward, you’ll be expected to obey all commands directed towards you unquestionably. Is that clear?” Nora put on her sweetest voice and said, “Yes, Ma’am.” The woman smiled in reply and said, “Excellent. Please remove your robe.” Nora blushed and untied the knot on the belt and shrugged the robe off her shoulders. The cold room air awakened her nipples immediately. She handed the robe to the woman, who turned and handed it to Master, saying, “Thank you. We’ll take it from here.” Master turned and walked towards the door. Nora watched him go until he was out the door. She then turned back to the woman with the clipboard, who turned to Nora and said simply, “Follow me.” The woman led Nora down a long hallway and to another door. Once through, Nora saw Küçükçekmece escort at least a dozen other women waiting there in two straight lines. Each was nude except for high heeled shoes, like Nora was, but each was blindfolded. Each also stood quite straight and still. It took Nora a moment to notice why. Each woman was standing on a small, round, flat metal platform. In the center of the platform was a vertical tube about two feet tall. Out of the top of the tube was a smaller metal rod that went up between the woman’s legs, ending in a plate and another metal cylinder that disappeared into her body. Nora froze, staring at the nearest woman – a petite asian woman with small breasts. “Nora, come here,” said the woman with the clipboard impatiently. She was standing next to a similar platform with the same vertical tube assemblage – one of several still empty. Nora could see that the inner rod was topped with a metal cylinder with a rounded knob on the top. It was immediately clear where it was intended to go. Nora gulped and walked over to the woman. The woman positioned Nora just so and reached over to the side for a small jar of lube and squirted a little onto the tip of the metal phallus. She then lifted it up between Nora’s legs and pressed it against her pussy. Nora gasped as the woman slowly, but relentlessly pressed it upwards and fully into her. Nora adjusted her posture to be as comfortable as she could be. The woman appeared in front of her and looked into Nora’s face and spoke. “You see, Nora, we need to keep you here, out of the way, until it’s your turn on the auction block. We’re fairly confident that in those heels you won’t be going anywhere.” The woman paused and Nora looked around. Every movement was immediately translated by the firm rod to the inside of her pussy. She tried to hike upwards, but the heels already had her on her toes.
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