“That sounds great. I see you’ve filled out everything else. You’re all set, Mr. Cantrell. We can’t wait to see you in two weeks.”
“I wanted to ask about a new young lady who’s appeared on the site. Petra Bakari. Can you tell me anything about her?”
There’s some tapping as she looks her up on the computer, then she says, “Oh, yes. Here she is. It looks like she’s receiving some training from another young lady who she goes to college with. Petra is in school to become a teacher, kindergarten through fifth grade. Her list of what she’ll do isn’t long.”
Tapping my pencil on my kitchen table, I ask, “Can you let her know she has an interested buyer?”
“Of course.”
“Good. Let her know what my interests are. I want to make sure she knows about arm binding, as I’m not into being touched. I like to keep my bottoms gagged and masked. Sometimes I even put silk bags over their heads and lightly tie them closed at their necks. Legs are generally cuffed and held in place in various positions. The bottom must only speak when asked a question. I don’t care about what she wants. She’s my purchase and that’s it. I’m not into any types of hitting. I’m only into confinement. I love keeping my woman all to myself and love leaving them alone for extended periods of time, because she’s so happy to see me when I return. Not that she’ll ever see me. I don’t allow that. Make that, ‘she’s happy when I return to her,’ instead.”
“I can do that for you. I’ll just send her an email. I’m sure she’ll be over the moon about you being interested, Mr. Cantrell.”
Her use of my name worries me, so I add, “Isabel, I don’t want her to know my name. Just let her know she has someone who’s interested in her and nothing more than what I like. Okay?”
“Sir, anonymity is always the number one rule in the Dungeon of Decorum. You have nothing to worry about, except the fact that two others have already made calls to me about this young beauty. You should also pick out a few more, in case this one gets taken by another.”
My blood begins to boil as I think about anyone else having her. “No!” I say sternly. The tip of my pencil breaks as I press it too hard on the list I made for us. “I won’t be bidding on anyone but Petra Bakari. She’s the only one this year who is of any interest to me. If I don’t get her, then I guess I’ll go without.”
“Sir, there are always a lot of women available on a day to day basis if that happens. You have nothing to worry about. But I really do think you should consider picking out a few more girls. It’s just a smart thing to do.”
“I know that. I’ve done that in the previous years. But there’s something about this one that makes my cock thump, you know?”
“I see. Well, good luck then. I wish you all the best. You can rest assured that your apartment will have all you’ve ordered and that it’s being all taken care of as we speak. The place is yours, whether you win Miss Bakari or not. At the very least, you’ll, have a place to take women if you so desire. Here at The Dungeon of Decorum we always make it our business to please our members. Our entire staff will be at your disposal. Have a great weekend and we look forward to seeing you. If there’s nothing else, I’ll bid you good day.”
“There’s nothing more that I need. Only to win her. Goodbye.” I end the call and put my phone down. Drumming my fingers on the tabletop, I can’t stop thinking about someone else winning her and how mad it makes me.
This has never happened to me before. I can’t say that I like it. But I can’t say that I hate it either.
Already this woman is bringing more out in me than anyone ever has and we’ve yet to even meet. Pulling up her picture on the site again, I tap the button and print it out. The sound of the printer in my office that’s just off the kitchen buzzes and I hear it bringing the woman I can’t stop thinking about a bit more to life for me.
Two weeks seems like an eternity to find out if I can bid higher than the others who are interested in her. I have to win her.
I have to!
Petra
Sipping on a glass of red wine, I relax beside the pool at Leticia’s apartment complex. Wearing the skimpiest bikini I’ve ever worn, I’m getting sun in places that’ve never seen it. Leticia says men like tanned skin, so we’re tanning for the auction that’s in two weeks.
My nerves have subsided a lot since I’ve been training. Reading all I can about this kind of thing has helped tremendously as well. Picking up my cell, I check my social media and see I’ve gotten an email from The Dungeon of Decorum.
“Hey, Leticia, I have an email from the club. Do you think they’re telling me I can’t be in the auction?” I ask, with worry threading through my voice.
“No, silly,” she says, then swats the air as if to push away my bad vibes. “Just read it.”
My hand is shaking as I swipe the screen. Gulping, I see it’s from the auction manager, Isabel Deleon. “It says I have an interested purchaser and he’d like for me to know what he expects out of a bottom.”
Leticia pulls her expensive shades down and wiggles her dark eyebrows at me. “Cool! Does it say what he wants?”
“Uh, huh,” I mumble as I look over the rest of the message. “Listen to this, Leticia. Our member requires a woman who will stay in an apartment here at our club. She will live out the three-month contract in that apartment and will only be taken out if her owner so desires.”
“Confinement,” Leticia says, sounding eerie.
“Like, I’ll be stuck there if he wins me?” I ask with hesitation. “Oh, I don’t know about this.”
“Keep reading, Petra,” she urges me as she refills our wine glasses.
“Okay, it says here that he doesn’t like to be touched, so various things will be used to secure my hands. My legs will also be secured using several different things that the owner will use at his discretion. Oh, and he isn’t into impact play. That’s good to know.” I run my hand over my ass ,as it’s been sore for days from the different things Leticia has used on me.
“That’s a positive for this man. You don’t seem to care much for that anyway.” She hands me the filled glass of wine and I take a sip to steady my nerves.
Reading on, I say, “It goes on to say that he uses blindfolds and even sometimes puts silk bags over his bottom’s head. He isn’t a man who wants to be seen, and may not allow it at all.” I give Leticia a worried glance. “What if he’s super ugly or something like that?”
Shaking her head, making her spiral curls bounce around, she says, “That doesn’t matter at all. No matter what he looks like, you have to act like you think he’s the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen.”
I nod and finish reading, “If you are won by this bidder you can expect to be left alone for periods of time, as he likes to be missed and welcomed back with open arms, until he ties them back. See you in two weeks. Have an awesome weekend, Miss Bakari.”
“So he sounds nice,” Leticia says, then giggles.
“He sounds weird,” I say as I put my cell down on the little glass table and take a longer sip of my wine. “Why do you think he wants me to be kept in an apartment where he’ll leave me alone a lot? And when he does come to me, it sounds as if I’ll be tied up and masked for him to do what he wants then leave again. That sounds kind of awful.”
“Not to me. You get diddled, then he’s gone and you get to do what you want to.”
“At some apartment inside of a BDSM club. I don’t know about this.” I take another sip and find Leticia shaking her head.
“Look, it sounds like this guy has a need for a kept woman. He might be married and have a terrible sex life with his wife. Instead of taking a mistress, he takes you for the summer. You’re screened, sexually healthy, and not a risk in destroying his marriage,” she says as she coats her long legs in some kind of expensive oil, then tosses the bottle to me. “Put some of this on too.”
Doing as she says, I feel a little depressed about this interested party. “I don’t know. To be honest, I’ve kind of romanti
cized who would win me. You know, a great looking man who is rich and built like a brick house. He and I would have magical passion and things would go great.”
“And the two of you would fall in love and get married and have babies,” she adds with a laugh. “That isn’t going to happen. That’s not what this is about at all. This about having their kinks fulfilled with someone who will go away at the end of the summer, Petra. Don’t get your heart involved in this. You are the vessel your owner will use for a few months to get whatever it is that’s in his system out of it. Nothing more than that. I don’t want you to get your heart broken. In this line of work, your heart has no place in it.”
“Is the lecture over?” I ask her with a smile.
She nods. “As long as you understand things clearly. I’ve been trying to show you how your body will be used. Not all Tops care if their bottoms are pleased or not. They paid a price for you. You are essentially their piece of meat. Not that I like to think in those terms, but if you think the man who purchases you will grow to care for you, I’m afraid you’re in for disappointment.”
“Okay, I get it. This man just wants a piece on the side, waiting for him like no woman in the real world would ever do. He wants to fuck a woman with nothing emotional happening between them so he doesn’t have to feel guilty about anything. If he’s married, he hasn’t shared his heart with anyone. Only his cock. Am I on the right track?” I ask her as she fans herself.
“It’s getting hot out here. And you’re on the right track.” She gets up, grabbing the half empty bottle of wine and her glass. “Come on, let’s go inside. Enough tanning for today.”
I get up and follow her. “Who knows. He may not even be the man who wins me. I shouldn’t worry, huh?”
“You should never worry, Petra. There’s nothing to worry about. This time you’ll get a man who likes things one way. Next time it’ll be a man who likes things another way.” She stops at the door to her apartment.
I reach around her to open it, as her hands are full. “This will be the only time I do this, Leticia. I’m in it for the twenty thousand bucks to pay for next years’ classes and that’s it.”
She and I go inside and I close the door behind us as she snickers. “You’ll see, Petra. Not only is the money addicting, but so is the lifestyle. You begin to crave it.”
Grabbing my robe off the chair I left it on, I wrap it around me and take a seat on the soft, cushioned sofa. “I don’t think I will crave it. Especially if my first taste of this is with some man who treats me like a vagina and nothing more.”
Throwing her robe down on the chair opposite from me, she sits on it, so as not to get the oil that’s covering her body all over the furniture. “Petra, even if you don’t care for the experience you get the first time, you’ll see that you’ll seek another experience that will excite you. The secrecy is also a huge part of the attraction to this type of thing. The things you will do and allow to be done to you that you’ll never tell a soul about will lay in your mind, where only you can enjoy the memories.”
“But you said that some of the people do scenes that others watch. Now, that’s not a secret,” I remind her, then set my empty wine glass on the table between us and lie back on the sofa.
“It still is. While you’re doing those things, knowing others are watching, you know they will never tell anyone your name, what you do for a living, or anything personal about you. That’s what makes it all so captivating, and enticing. We’re like a group who knows a lot about the members but refuses to let anyone know what we do.”
“I want to be a teacher of little kids, Leticia. What if this does leak out somehow? What would happen to the career I’ve worked so hard for?” I ask as I sit up and feel the butterflies begin to flutter in my stomach. “What if the very thing I do to make sure I get my career is the thing that takes it all away from me?”
“Now you’re just being dramatic,” she says as she waves her hand through the air. She has this way of waving off things. It’s kind of funny, but weird because it seems to work like magic.
I lean back, feeling like she’s right and that I’m overthinking things again. “I’ll let it go. Who knows if I’ll ever do this again or not.”
“Bet you will,” she says with a grin. “And the apartment three doors down is going to be available in the fall. You should rent it.”
“Your rent has to be out of this world,” I say as I look around her place. “I’ve never seen anything so nice in my life. I could never afford it.”
“You will be able to. You’ll see,” she says, then gets up. “I’m going to shower. You should too. Then we’ll get dressed up and go out to a club. It’s Saturday night and I think you should get out while you can. You might be spending the summer locked away.”
Getting up, I make my way to the guest room I’ve been staying in since she took me into her training program. “You’re right. And maybe finding a man for the night is a good idea.”
She stops dead in her tracks and looks at me with a scowl on her face. “No! No men, Petra. You’ve already been screened for everything known to man. You can’t have any sex until you’re bought. It’s in the rules. Didn’t you read them all?”
“I did, but I guess I didn’t fully understand that one. I thought it meant not without a condom.”
“No. Nothing. No kissing ortouching. Nothing that you might take back to your Top. If you make him sick, then you don’t get a dime. That means with anything. Even a damn cold, Petra. Why do you think I have you on the vitamin regimen and the exercise schedule that I do?”
“I thought that was so I’d be in great shape. You should explain things better,” I tell her as I walk away. “I get it now. No sex, no kissing, and no touching any man.”
“Or woman, Petra!” she tells me sternly.
“Why would I even try to be with a woman, Leticia? You know that’s not my thing. No matter what I’ve done with you to get myself ready for whatever my owner might throw at me, I’m still a full-fledged heterosexual. No matter how sexy you are, sugar,” I say, then blow a kiss her way.
“So we understand each other, then?”
With a nod, I walk into the bedroom and think about what the hell I’ve gotten myself into. I’ve been with a chick and will soon be allowing a man to do anything with my body that he wants to.
What in the hell am I thinking?
To be Continued
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