Submission in Seattle (25 page)

It was a perfect
symbiosis and she appreciated the elegance of the solution immediately.

As they moved from
room to room, Monica found the number and variety of kinky scenes fascinating. 
There was a naked man on his knees, tied to a wrought iron stair railing, being
flogged by his mistress who was dressed in a dramatic red leather jumpsuit.  In
another area, a group of women were carving elaborate designs into each other’s
skin under reasonably sterile surgical conditions.

Next she noticed
another bound man in a woodland camouflage uniform who was blindfolded with
what looked like a green military scarf.  He had his very large cock hanging
out through the open fly of his pants.  His male Top had tied him with his back
to a structural support post and placed a clear plastic cylinder with a thin
rubber end cap around his erect organ.  The Top was industriously pumping out
the air from the cylinder with a small hand pump, which was causing the bound
man’s shaft to expand into the vacuum.  The victim was obviously in some
emotional distress.  He had been told that his penis would explode if the
vacuum was made too strong.  Monica could not hear what they were saying, but
it appeared to be an interrogation scene.

After several
minutes of pumping and verbal threats, the Top suddenly punctured the rubber
disk in the end of the tube, which produced a loud bang and a shock to the
suffering bottom’s quivering shaft.  Monica was startled by his blood curdling
scream, but was relieved to see that his beautiful long cock was undamaged. 
The crowd that had gathered around the scene broke into applause and the Top
untied his happy bottom.

Moving into
another room they watched for a while as an attractive blonde woman was
strapped to what looked like an electric chair.  Her male partner hooked evil
looking electrical devices to her breasts and genitals as if she were going to
be executed.  Again Cole had to explain that the devices were quite safe.  The
voltage and frequency of the electrical impulses had been carefully selected
for safety.  The degree of stimulation could be varied from a mild buzz to a
moderately painful shock.  At the moment of her mock execution, the woman
appeared to have an intense orgasm which suitably impressed the spectators.

Amidst the
dramatic scenes, Monica noticed a heterosexual couple that seemed a bit
familiar.  They didn’t quite fit in with the other SM players, she thought. 
Instead of trying to impress the other partygoers, they appeared to be
completely wrapped up in each other.  The dominant male was dressed in black
leather and the very slim woman was wearing what could only be called a slave
girl costume.   Although they were not engaged in any flamboyant activities at
the moment, there was something special about the way they acted with each
other.  It was visible in their body language.

Monica moved
closer to the couple until she suddenly realized that she had seen them
before.  Their names were Michael and dina.  They were the couple who had
hosted the only other play party that Monica had ever attended.  Her curiosity
satisfied for the moment, she turned around to find Cole and Jennifer in the
crowd.

Monica followed as
Cole led the leashed Jennifer into the room with the large dance floor.  It
strongly resembled a seventies disco, with a rotating mirrored ball, mirrors
along one wall and a booth for a disk jockey.  The ceilings must have been over
twelve feet high, Monica guessed.

Cole had picked
out a spot where he wanted to stage the planned scene where Jennifer and Jason
were to see each other for the first time.  Unfortunately that end of the large
room had been completely occupied by a large, bulky fellow who had rigged an
elaborate system of climbing ropes to suspend his charming red haired
girlfriend.  Cole did not know the man personally, but had been told that he
was an ego-Dom from Portland who tended to monopolize the play space and
alienate the other players.

They waited while
the man whipped his slightly built partner into a screaming frenzy, then
released her with lots of hugs and giggling.  When the ropes had been moved,
Cole slid a large, sturdy table into one corner of the room and asked Monica
and Jennifer to wait there while he went to talk to some friends.  The plan was
for Jennifer to be sold as a slave to the highest bidder.  Cole gave several of
his friends chocolate coins covered in gold foil, but made sure to reserve
enough for Jason to outbid all the other buyers.  Jennifer was the only one who
did not know that the bidding was rigged.

He met Jason in
another room and gave him a brown suede bag filled with the shiny chocolate
coins.  Jason, who had never actually seen Jennifer, was wearing his full
leathers, including boots and a small whip hanging from his belt.   His leather
jacket was unzipped to show off his flat stomach and his muscular chest covered
with an even layer of sexy gray hair.  He waited while Cole returned to the
room where the women were waiting. 

Under Cole’s
direction, Jennifer pulled her arms inside the trench coat and held them out to
allow Monica to place small leather cuffs on her tiny wrists.  Both women
climbed up onto the table and Monica reached up for a thin cord that went
through an eye bolt in a beam along the high ceiling.  On the end of the cord
was a small snap link, which she used to secure the wrist cuffs together.  Then
she buttoned the trench coat, skipping one button at waist level to leave an
opening for Jennifer’s hands.

Standing on the
table with Monica behind her, Jennifer was in a truly altered state of mind. 
The thought of being sold to the highest bidder was making her feel incredibly
submissive and terribly horny.  She was already getting wet and she was glad
her black high cut panties would not show a wet spot.  There seemed to be a
real possibility that she might faint or that she might have an orgasm in front
of the crowd that was now starting to gather in the large room.  The cord
attached to her leather wrist cuffs prevented her from lowering her hands below
waist level.  She appreciated that now, since it prevented her from giving in
to a strong urge to touch herself.  The sleeves of the trench coat hung limp at
her sides, making the garment resemble a gray cape.

Jennifer noticed
Cole return from his mysterious errand, making his way through a crowd of
curious onlookers that now numbered at least forty people.  There were only one
or two familiar faces that she recognized from meetings of the BDSM club.  The
rest were total strangers and she would soon be exposed before them.  She had
agreed to be sold to the highest bidder in an auction for a local AIDs charity,
but she still did not understand how Cole could be certain that the successful
buyer would be her email friend, Jason. 

She wished now
that she had asked Cole and Monica for more specific details.  Unfortunately,
there was no way she could back out now without great loss of face.  Even if
she could find a graceful way to escape, her submissive mind set at this moment
would not permit it.

Cole stood in
front of the table and faced the crowd.  “Ladies, Gentlemen and Others, as you
may have heard, we are conducting a slave auction tonight.  Payment will only
be accepted in the form of gold coins, so those of you who are not carrying any
gold this evening will not be allowed to bid.”

He motioned toward
the two women on the table.  “May I present my lovely assistant Mistress
Monica?”  Monica simply nodded her head in a serious manner and began running
her hands along Jennifer’s shiny black hair.  This displayed the beautiful hair
to the crowd while simultaneously having a calming effect on the nervous
Jennifer.

“And of course,
our lovely offering, who is known simply as Number Fourteen.  Since her capture
three months ago, she has been partially trained by experts in the field.  She
will not be permitted to speak during the auction.  Whoever buys her will have
a very lovely slave for as long as they wish to keep her.” 

A few people
standing in the rear chanted briefly, “Fourteen, Fourteen, Fourteen.”

“Who would like to
start the bidding?”

A mild mannered
gentleman with a large belly and gray beard shouted, “I bid one gold coin!”, he
held up one of the gilded chocolate coins.

“Thank you, Tom,”
said Cole, pointing his finger at Jennifer.  Monica saw the hand signal from
Cole and unfastened the lowest button on Jennifer’s black trench coat. 

In the front row
of the crowd, a muscular woman with a crew cut,  wearing a tuxedo, held up her
hand and announced, “I bid two gold coins!”  Monica unfastened the next button.

The three
remaining buttons surrendered one by one as the bids climbed higher.  Then a
slim woman with waist length black hair, wearing a mesh body suit called out,
“I’ll bid six gold coins if we can see what she looks like under that coat.”

Jennifer closed
her eyes and shivered in anticipation for a few seconds before Monica finally
pulled away the long coat with a matador’s flourish.  Cole had moved over to
the wall, where he held in his hand the heavy cord that led up to the eyebolt
in the ceiling.  Pulling on the cord caused Jennifer’s hands to be hoisted up
above her head, nicely displaying her petite body clad only in red shoes, black
bra and panties.  Below her deeply defined ribs, on her concave, light brown
stomach, in black letters three inches tall, was the inscription “14”.

The crowd seemed
nearly out of control as some applauded, some whistled and others began
fondling themselves or their partners.  Jennifer opened her eyes and searched
the crowd desperately for anyone who met the description of Jason.  Things did
not seem to be going quite the way she had imagined.  They are taking this a
bit too seriously, she thought.  The rough animal energy of the crowd added to
her own nervous exhilaration.

When the bid
reached eight gold coins, Monica started snipping Jennifer’s bra straps with a
large pair of scissors.  At ten, the bra was pulled away to reveal her delicate
little breasts with nipples already hard from the almost unbearable excitement.

The crowd quieted
a bit as a man stepped forward.  He simply looked at Jennifer and said
nothing.  She realized that the handsome face, long silver hair and black
leather outfit could only belong to Jason.  She found him so attractive that
she immediately felt a strong heat inside her slender body.  There was a rush
of weakness and she had to let the wrists cuffs take part of her weight for a
moment. 

Monica chose that
instant to begin planting several firm slaps on Jennifer’s shapely buttocks,
which were almost completely exposed by her high cut panties.  The sharp cracks
of hard palm meeting firm ass startled the crowd and they were briefly quiet.

Cole looked over
the crowd and said, “I think it would be worth eleven gold coins just to see
what Number Fourteen looks like without those sexy black panties, don’t you?”

Jennifer stared
directly at Jason and stood up as straight as she could while thrusting out her
breasts and cocking her hips at a sexy angle.  She was worried by his lack of
bidding and thought that perhaps something had gone wrong.  If the bidding went
no higher, she would go to the last bidder, who was the muscular woman with
short hair.  Jennifer felt a rush of hope when she noticed that the woman had
unwrapped one of her gold coins and was eating the chocolate.  She must not be
a serious bidder after all.  In fact, the coins weren’t even real!  Howard must
have arranged this whole thing, she thought.

Jason looked at
Cole and said in an actor’s stage voice, “I have fifteen gold coins.  Expose
the wench completely and I’ll consider raising the bid to fifteen.”  The
audience was totally silent.

Monica put her
hands on Jennifer’s hips from behind and slipped her fingers inside the waistband
of the black panties.  She slowly slid them down about two inches over
Jennifer’s rounded hips, then suddenly jerked them down all the way to
Jennifer’s ankles, revealing her nicely regrown pubic triangle.

The crowd erupted
in shouts and whistles, then calmed down after a minute to allow Jason to
speak.  “I bid fifteen gold coins!”

Since Cole had
handed out the coins, he knew that nobody could outbid Jason and he shouted,
“Sold, for fifteen gold coins, to the gentleman in leather.  Please step forward
and claim your property, Sir.”

Monica unfastened
Jennifer’s wrists and helped her off the table where Jason took her in his
arms.  He pulled her head back by gripping her long black hair so that she was
looking up at him and kissed her on the lips.  Some form of non-verbal
communication passed between them and they walked together out of the room to
find some privacy.