The Auction Box Set

by Jaymie Holland

“Have you seen Christy or Roni tonight?” she asked Garth before he could get anything else in. “Are they here?”

  He gestured toward a group of tables on the south side of the house. “Saw them over there with their Doms.”

  Leslie raised an eyebrow. It had been a while since she’d had a chance to speak with either of them. She knew they were in committed relationships, but neither woman had referred to her man as a Dom. Curiouser and curiouser.

  “Good to meet you,” Garth said to Rick as he took a step back.

  Rick gave a nod. “Likewise.”

  Leslie gave Garth a little wave then took Rick’s hand and they walked toward tables with kerosene lanterns on them for light, each one turned low so that it was a more intimate atmosphere.

  Laughter and voices came from outside and inside of the farmhouse. Rick might have lacked enthusiasm about coming, but she was sure that once he was here for a while that he would fall into the spirit of the event.

  The farmyard was extensive with a huge barn that they could see outlined in the lighted yard as well as what looked like pens for animals and out buildings.

  Leslie swept her gaze over the yard. There had to be close to a hundred partygoers participating in various activities outside and probably another fifty inside. She recognized a lot of the partyers. The same people tended to attend various events, some more than others.

  People they passed were in various stages of dress and undress, but all of them with some form of clothing on, no matter how scant.

  Women in latex cat suits; men in black leather; women with pasties on their nipples and tiny skirts; men with bare chests and leather straps across their bodies; corsets and bustiers; chain and leather outfits; fishnet and thigh-high boots; and any other possible form of what might be considered to be clothing.

  There were pony girls pulling carts and puppy boys on all fours walking with their Doms holding their leashes. Some women were dressed like schoolgirls and others in French maid costumes. There were men dressed like women, same sex couples, as well as heterosexual and bisexual couples.

  Leslie tugged on Rick’s hand as they walked through the rows of tables. He looked around them and seemed to be analyzing everything as they went.

  As they walked, female and male subs and Doms waved to Leslie or stopped them to say hello. Each time Leslie smiled and said it was great to see them and then she and Rick moved on. She did her best not to take the time to make introductions or they would be there all night.

  “You sure know a lot of people here.” Rick looked at her.

  She shrugged. “There are a lot of good people here, but when I think about it, my reasons for coming were pretty shallow.” She moved her gaze over the activities and felt a little like an outsider looking in for the first time ever. “I don’t need to be here for the same reasons.”

  “What’s that?” Rick said.

  “My friends and I would go trolling for guys, trying to make the right connections.” She spotted a couple of her former subs and the males waved at her. She gave them a little wave back. “They never measured up to what I really wanted in a man. I wanted a male I could control. Thing was if the male wanted his life directed, I would lose respect for him and it was over.”

  “What were you looking for in a man?” Rick asked.

  She looked up at him. “I guess in many ways I didn’t know. I just knew when it wasn’t right and I would move on.”

  Then she heard a familiar voice. “Les.” Roni called out “Over here.”

  Leslie smiled and squeezed Rick’s hand as they walked toward Roni and the dark, mysterious man who had won her at the auction. Beside her sat Christy and the very hot man who had bid on her. After the auction, Leslie had learned from Roni that Christy and the man had shared a past together.

  The men stood and shook Rick’s hand as Leslie hugged Christy and Roni.

  “So good to see you.” Leslie smiled at her friends then shook the hands of their men as introductions were made. Roni’s guy was John while Christy was with Zach.

  “Wow.” Leslie sat on a bench seat at the table across from her friends. “That auction turned out to be amazing for all of us.”

  Roni smiled at John. “Most definitely.”

  Christy nodded and put her head on Zach’s shoulder. “Couldn’t have happened any better.”

  Roni gestured toward Kelley Bachman, whom they were all friends with. She was with a group of people who were watching a pony girl race in front of the barn. “Kelley was bid on by a really hot guy, too, but he’s been out of town since the auction. If she’s as lucky as we were… Well, we’ll just have to find out.”

  They laughed and talked for a while. John was an FBI agent and Zach owned a couple of exclusive restaurants. Roni was a fashion designer and Christy owned a popular downtown boutique.

  Rick was a little quiet but friendly and sociable. Leslie had never been around him with other people, so she hadn’t known what to expect. Some people were more talkative one-on-one than they were in a crowd.

  They had been laughing and talking a while when John looked at Rick and said, “I thought you looked familiar and now I know why.”

  Leslie glanced at Rick and he seemed to be bracing for something.

  “You’re the Navy SEAL who was decorated with the Navy Cross a few months ago.” John smiled. “It’s great to meet a true American hero.”

  Leslie’s eyes widened. “You didn’t tell me that.”

  “That’s amazing,” Christy said.

  Zach nodded. “It’s an honor.”

  “Wow.” Roni smiled. “I’ve never met a real hero before.”

  Even in the dim light of the kerosene lantern, Leslie thought Rick was blushing. He raised his hands like he was pushing away the compliments. “I’m no hero,” he said. “I was just doing my job.”

  “You went far above and beyond, my friend,” John said then looked at Leslie. “Don’t let him fool you. He may be humble but he is a hero.”

  Rick looked distinctly uncomfortable. “There are many men and women in the service who are true heroes.”

  “Shhh.” Roni put her finger to her lips. “At these things no one uses last names or says anything about knowing the person outside of the event.”

  “Sorry about that,” John said.

  Rick shook his head. “No problem.”

  John looked at Leslie. “This one’s a keeper.”

  Chapter 9

  “Why don’t we check out what’s going on inside?” Zach said, saving both Leslie and Rick from further embarrassment by John’s comment.

  Roni stood. “Let’s go.” She had dark red hair and a full figure and looked great all in leather. John seemed to agree as he stood behind her and palmed her ass, causing her to jump and laugh. Roni was exuberant and fun but she loved to submit to the right men. Looked like John might be that guy. Leslie had heard a story that he had saved Roni’s life, a story she wanted to hear more about.

  “It’ll be fun looking at everything.” Christy stood, too, and grasped Zach’s hand as he got to his feet. Christy wore tight leather pants and a leather bustier. Zach settled his hand at her waist and drew her close to him. Christy had been new to KC but she seemed to have taken to the lifestyle really well. Leslie could tell by the way Christy was with Zach that he was her Dom and was protective of her.

  Rick got up with Leslie and she took his hand again. He seemed even quieter, probably due to his discomfort with the praise lavished over him just moments before. But he squeezed her hand and she gave him a smile as he looked down at her.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said.

  “You’re pretty hot yourself.” She let go of his hand and gripped one of his tight ass cheeks. “Yes, you’re definitely all that and more.”

  They paused for a moment to watch the pony girls trotting in an arena. Leslie didn’t see Kelley. She’d hoped to say hi to her friend.

  “What do you think?” she asked Rick as he observed the action that was taking place in th
e arena.

  “Explain to me why those women are acting like horses,” Rick said.

  “They’re called pony girls,” she said. “It’s all about control and bizarre looks.”

  “Control and bizarre looks?” His gaze followed one of the pony girls who pranced nearby. A pony boy was also in the ring. “I thought I’d seen everything.”

  “Pony girls often wear modified horse tack like bridles with bits, harnesses, and are usually outfitted with special hooves,” Leslie said. “They usually have a butt plug inserted that has a horsetail coming out of it.”

  Rick looked like he might be intrigued by the whole thing.

  “They might have manes and elaborate headdresses.” Leslie gestured toward a woman who was exceptionally outfitted. “Sometimes they wear horse masks or horse hoods.”

  “Most of them are standing up,” Rick said. “Only a couple are on all fours.”

  “Yes.” Leslie nodded. “Pony girls usually walk upright and are often used to pull carts that carry their Doms.” She looked at Rick. “They’re normally well trained. During their training sessions, they’re taught how to act like ponies—whinnying, high stepping, and prancing are just a few things that they learn.”

  “Let’s go inside.” Leslie tugged on Rick’s hand, pulling his attention away from a harnessed pony girl with pasties on her nipples. She didn’t think it was the girl, so much as it was the fascination he had watching what she was doing.

  Before Leslie and Rick went into the house with their friends, he paused to watch a woman in a schoolgirl outfit on the grass who was on her knees and in stocks. A Dom erotically flogged her bare ass and he was leaving red marks on her ass and thighs. She was crying out with every stroke.

  Someone said, “Put a gag on her and that’ll shut her up.” Those standing around laughed.

  By her expression, it was obvious that the woman loved the attention.

  Rick shook his head, looking amused. “Yep,” he said. “This definitely wasn’t in the training manual.”

  “You must have lived a sheltered life,” she said in a teasing voice.

  He smiled. “If you call never having had any experience around BDSM as being sheltered, I guess so.”

  Leslie laughed. The last thing in the world a SEAL could be was sheltered, but she liked introducing him to something he wasn’t very familiar with.

  They walked into the house that looked pretty normal, save for the unusual way that a lot of people were dressed. The lights were low, people clustered in groups, talking and enjoying the evening.

  Leslie, her friends, and the men they were with all looked vanilla in comparison to almost everyone else in the spacious front room.

  The Kink Club paid for the catering and women and men wearing skimpy leather outfits carried serving trays and moved throughout the room with hors d’oeuvres. There was a bar in a corner of the room where wine, beer, and well drinks were provided.

  Rick raised an eyebrow as he got a good look at some of the furniture. “There’s a woman who’s a lamp.”

  “And those men are serving as a coffee table.” She pointed toward two tightly bound men, each on all fours, with a table on their backs. She gestured toward someone in a stuffed armchair with his feet up. “And there’s a human ottoman.”

  She could tell that Rick was holding back his amusement when he saw a couple of nearly naked human end tables, too.

  “Let’s go upstairs.” Roni raised her voice and pointed to the ceiling. “The real fun stuff is up there.”

  Rick looked hesitant but Leslie gripped his hand tighter and drew him along with her and they headed up the stairs.

  The farmhouse was a big place and upstairs there were six bedrooms. Each had been transformed into a different theme.

  The first room had a St. Andrew’s cross and a man was strapped to it while a female Domme used a whip on him, drawing out every strike of the thin leather. Red welts patterned his torso and legs. The man cried out with each lash.

  When it came to players at the club, they had to adhere to the guidelines of safe, sane, and consensual BDSM. If they didn’t they were out. There were dungeon masters and mistress in each venue. Wearing black armbands, their job was to make certain everything was safe.

  A woman was bent over a spanking bench, being paddled by another Domme. A chain dangled from the ceiling that a third person hung from while being flogged by a male Dom.

  In the far corner was a set of stocks with a sub being struck with a riding crop by a Dom.

  Male and female Doms and their subs were waiting for their turns.

  “Ah, here’s the debauchery.” Rick looked down at Leslie. “You do know that if one of us was to get flogged in here, it wouldn’t be me.”

  She hooked her arm in his and smiled. “No worries. I’ve never gotten into public spanking.”

  “That’s probably because you always liked to do the spanking,” he said. “In the past.”

  “Yes.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “In the past.”

  They went to the next room where a male and a female were using rope bondage and giving a demonstration on good techniques. The hogtied female did not look like she was going anywhere soon.

  “Interesting.” Rick observed the intricate rope bondage being used on several subs.

  “Take notes,” Leslie said with a smile.

  He glanced down at her. “Believe me, I am.”

  After watching some of the rope bondage for a while, they moved on to the third room. In it subs were suspended and played with by their Doms and Dommes. A couple of Doms were teaching how to suspend safely.

  “Suspension can be dangerous if not done right,” Leslie said to Rick.

  “Have you ever been suspended?” he asked. “Other than the sex swing you have.”

  Thoughts of Michael came to her but this time she didn’t feel the pain and anger that normally went along with memories of him. Maybe she was over what he’d done and able to move on.

  “Yes, I’ve been suspended,” she said. “But it was a very long time ago.”

  “You have something to tell me, don’t you,” he stated. “Something you need to get off your chest.”

  She was quiet for a moment then she nodded. “Yes. I will tell you sometime when we’re alone.”

  “Good.” He squeezed her hand. “I’m here for you.”

  She smiled. “Thank you.”

  A fourth room had subs who had been put into various devices, like stocks and cages.

  Rick looked over five cages, side-by-side and there was a man or woman in each cage. He glanced at Leslie. “I think I’d like to put you in yours. In private.”

  Pleasant heat swept over her at the thought of Rick caging her.

  He gave a devious grin before turning his attention back to what was going on in the room.

  A Domme had her sub in a set of stocks and was using a cupping set on the female’s breasts.

  Rick looked puzzled. “What is that Domme doing?”

  “There are Asian techniques where cupping is used to treat illness, sore muscles, injuries, and other things. There are different ways of doing it.” Leslie nodded toward the Domme. “She’s using suction cups with a gun that takes out all of the air in the cup and sort of sucks a little of the skin and flesh in that spot into the cup. In BDSM play it’s another method of controlling a person’s pain and pleasure.

  “She’s doing it on that woman’s breasts.” Rick looked at Leslie. “That’s gotta hurt.”

  Leslie nodded. “Believe me, it does.”

  “I thought you didn’t let anyone do anything to control you,” Rick said.

  She shrugged. “I’ll tell you about it sometime.”

  The fifth room had Doms using things like violet wands, clothespins, and other interesting items and techniques while topping their subs.

  Room number six was wax play. Massage tables were lined up and on them were women with naked breasts and men with bare chests. Doms and Dommes were dripping differe
nt colors of candlewax onto the subs’ bodies, some in intricate patterns.

  “I love wax play.” Leslie looked up at Rick. “There’s something so sensual about creating a masterpiece on a sub’s body.”

  “Doesn’t it burn?” he asked. “Wax can get hot.”

  “Certain types of waxes can be used that don’t burn the skin,” she said. “Baby oil is normally rubbed on each person’s body to make the wax easier to remove.”

  After touring the upstairs events, Christy and Zach decided to enjoy the spanking room while Roni wanted to experience wax play with John.

  “How about practicing using some rope bondage on me?” Leslie said to Rick. “Breast-binding is fun and any number of other things.”

  “I’m hungry,” he said. “How about we go for some of that barbeque that I’m smelling right now.”

  “Barbeque sounds good.” Leslie tried not to feel disappointed that Rick wasn’t into doing any of the upstairs activities. Maybe later they would. Come to think of it, she was pretty hungry, too.

  As they walked outside, Rick said, “All of the toys are fun and I enjoy exciting you by what you love.”

  “Wow. You get into this more than I thought,” she said.

  “I told you that I liked it,” he said. “I never found anyone who wanted to play so I never pursued it.” He looked down at her surprised expression. “Hey, I’m a male. What male doesn’t look at the Internet? I always enjoyed the bondage sites, so I’m not a complete newbie to it.”

  “I didn’t realize you had a real interest in it,” she said. “I thought it was more curiosity.”

  “I don’t find that the public thing is something I would probably do unless you were turned on by it,” he said, “it seems to lose some of its intimacy with everyone around, but the thought of doing it all with you excites me. Watching all of this is actually a kind of foreplay. There are things here I find hot and would love to try with you.”

  “Like what?” she asked.

  “Never thought I would like the collar and the leash, but that is a hot look,” he said. “It is a bit of a contrast for you. In control, independent, but I would love to pull you around at the end of a leash.”