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SUBCONSCIOUS ACTS
“We’re to have a conversation…?” {Talk is cheap.} “You know what
this means?” {No, really?} “Yes, sir. I’m aware.” “If you were
‘aware’ you wouldn’t be here. Would you?” Face burns. {Yes, I
would.} “No, Sir. I guess not.” “Guess? What do you have to say
for yourself? I don’t waste time on silly girls who try my patience.”
{Yes, you do… But, what to say? Make it good:} “I ignored your
invaluable advice. At my peril. …Request permission to be punished,
Sir.” “Ah, a ‘consummate comeuppance.’ {Smug brat.} Wait till
I’m through with you. This isn’t a game, you realize?” {Yes, it
is. Mine…} “Kneel, Sir?” {You gotta be kidding? This is so hard…}
“Please punish me, Sir, if you think me worthy. I desire your
guidance.” {Right. I’m a stubborn bitch who thinks she knows best.
Now I’m in for it… Aren’t I?
The naked penitent crouches abjectly at Sir’s feet. {The simpering
wench doesn’t fool me. Needs firm handling, this one. Taken to
the edge…} With practiced fingertips, he lifts her face. {Look
at her, she barely manages to keep her smirking at bay. } “Yes.
You’ll bend, my dear. Quite so.” {She’ll pay heavily if she wants
to learn.} “Your submission will exact a costly price.”
Raised platform. Dais. Padded bench. Her bare limbs spread.
Restrained by lived-in leather. Body inclining at the waist: head
low, haunches elevated for ultimate exposure. Blind fold. {Not.
This. Can’t…breathe…} Her senses imprisoned. Heightened. Mammoth
dildo worked in her grasping cunt. Nipple clamps clench with tiny
ravenous teeth at her every breath. Hushed silence. Hydraulic
hum: turning. Every naked angle of her presented. “S-Sir?” {Oh
God, what’s happening?} “Quiet, girl. Let your submissive sense
take over.” {Not so cocky now, is she?} Blue, pink, amber spotlights.
Their enlightening heat falling over her lushly displayed form.
Artfully presented. Submissive sacrifice. Tonight, her ass sold
to the highest bidder. “Pet, the price of foolish choices comes
high.” {The higher the better!}
“Competition has been fierce, but I believe your ex-husband has
the edge. Therefore, it is more than likely *he* will do the honors
this evening. I will, of course, sit back and enjoy the show.
Along with some of your other ‘nearest & dearest’…” {Knocked from
her high horse after this, I have no doubt.} (Oh my God, he didn’t?
Couldn’t! Auction me?}
She shivered in her bonds; her body vibrating deliciously under
the gaze of the male bodies shifting about her. Inspecting. Studying.
Imagining… {What have I done?} “Thank you, kind Sir! Master…”
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