“You are right Mistress Sophie. I was worried about answering the door.”
“Don’t let fear decide your future. Accept what is meant to be with Master D and let go of all the rest. Just have faith in your love for him.”
“How do I do that?”
“After my marriage I was really in a bad place. I didn’t like him, he didn’t like me. I just wanted to end it all. But then I met someone who helped me through it. She taught me that to be truly happy I had to find the courage to let go of what I can’t change. You can’t change the fact that Master D made you answer the door naked, so just own it. Put the fear out of your mind and know that whatever you are doing, Master D would never hurt you, not really. You don’t need the person on the other side of the door to validate you. Who cares if someone sees you naked? All that you care about is making Master D happy and if answering the door naked makes him happy, then that is all that should matter to you.”
As I was giving thought to what she said, Mistress Sophie repositioned herself so that she was able to slide her tongue down from my belly button to my pussy, until she found my sweet spot. I was shaking with anticipation of that tongue’s arrival to its final destination.
She ran her tongue along the length of my folds and then flicked her tongue in and out like a serpent. My entire body shook and I rocked my hips against her mouth as she devoured my swollen clit.
She flicked and licked me for a while, rotating form slow to fast strokes. She replaced her tongue with a finger, making little circles and then returned her tongue to my clit, licking steadily.
It was the most amazing feeling. I loved how it felt being with Devlin, but this was different, so sensual, so tender. She continued licking as my body tensed and trembled. I found myself grinding down hard on her mouth as my body rived in ecstasy. My juices were flowing from her chin as she stood up, walked over to her slave and kissed him passionately.
“Do you like how she tastes?” Mistress Sophie asked him.
“Yes, Mistress.”
Mistress Sophie picked up her riding crop and smacked his cock hard. I could hear the noise he made. I felt bad for him but I knew better than to interfere.
“Did you enjoy watching me make her come?”
Slave boy’s eyes flashed quickly from her face to the riding crop. She tapped it lightly against her leg to get his attention.
“Yes, Mistress.”
She brought the tip of the crop underneath his chin.
“Do you want to fuck her?”
“No, Mistress. My cock is only for you.”
She swatted his balls hard and he grunted. I wondered if she would fuck him and let me watch. I don’t know what my obsession is with watching but I really wanted to see them having sex.
I noticed the strap wrapped around his cock was moving, struggling to maintain his erection. I couldn’t stop looking. I knew it was probably wrong of me to stare at this guy’s cock but I couldn’t force myself to look away. It just kept growing and growing right before my eyes. His cock wasn’t huge like Devlin’s was, but it was still a sight to see. It was like the harder he struggled to maintain his composure the harder he got.
“I was going to let you pleasure me but now I just don’t know.”
Mistress Sophie finally noticed his ill-advised erection and her beautiful face clouded with anger.
“Listen to me you pathetic piece of shit. What the fuck did I tell you about letting your cock get hard without permission?”
“I’m sorry, Mistress.”
“You are sorry? If you were sorry you wouldn’t have done it in the first place. Get on your knees.”
Mistress Sophie wore very high heeled, platform boots, something I always assumed she did to give her extra height since she was so tiny. Now however I see there was another reason, and that was to inflict pain on her slave. She stepped down on his shoulder, forcing it to the ground so that his butt was now higher in the air.
The riding crop came down on his ass several times. Then she changed positions, spreading her legs apart and standing over him. He lifted his head up and started licking her pussy.
I couldn’t make myself look away if I had to. It was all just so incredibly hot.
As her moans became louder I could tell she was close to orgasm. But much to my surprise she didn’t let him finish. She pushed him onto his back. Her slave was a big man, and she was really tiny so anything she did to him, it was only because he let her. So when I say she pushed him back, it was more like, he let her push him onto the floor.
She sat on his chest. “Is your cock hard for me?” She asked as she reached her hands behind her, working skillfully to free it from the leather straps that bound it together.
After it was free, he sat up, with Mistress Sophie still on his lap. She leaned in and kissed him passionately.
“My cock is always hard for you Mistress.” The way he said it was more than an answer to her question, it was erotic and passionate, almost loving.
He lifted her tiny body up and sat her down on his cock. As the two of them had sex in front of me I noticed a strong connection between them, a truly intimate one.
Mistress Sophie may deny it, but I think she really has feelings for him and watching the two of them connect in this way, right in front of me, I could see it. That’s just not something you can fake.
After it was over she made her slave go to the kitchen and clean up in the sink while Mistress Sophie and I went to shower together. Since we were truly alone, I had to ask about her husband.
“Mistress Sophie are you really married to some guy you haven’t seen in years?”
“Yes, my husband lives in Santa Ana De Coro, Venezuela. Or at least the last I heard that is where he was staying with his lover.”
“Why do you stay married to him if you never see him or apparently even speak to him?”
“It’s a complicated family issue. I don’t really want to get into it. Let’s just say it’s for everyone’s best interest that I remain married to Santos.”
“Don’t you want to fall in love and have children one day?”
Mistress Sophie laughed. “Not every girl wants the white picket fence fantasy.”
“You are so absolutely beautiful Mistress Sophie. I just want to see you happy.”
“Oh baby girl, I am happy. I really am. I have a great life. It may not be the traditional one that most have but I think I have it even better.”
After getting out of the shower, she did my hair and makeup so that I would be ready for when Devlin got back home. Then we went back to sit on the couch and watched the rest of our movie.
Her slave stood back in his corner, looking off into the distance as he always did, never making eye contact and not speaking unless spoken to.
While we watched the rest of the movie I began to think about what she said about letting go of my fears and trusting in Devlin. She was right, it’s easy to say you love someone, but it’s another thing all together to really mean it.
My grandmother always used to say that the best way to feel happy is to make other people you care about happy. I always thought that was silly. But now I do truly get what she meant by that. I want to make Devlin happy. I want to be good for him. I want to submit to him in every way. I will learn to let go, somehow.
I heard the familiar click and clang of the elevator door and jumped up to greet Devlin as he entered the living room.
“I missed you Master, welcome home.”
He leaned down and kissed my forehead and he shut the door behind him. He handed me his briefcase and I ran to put it in his office as he took his seat in the living room.
“Would you like a drink Master?”
“No, I’m fine,” he said as he patted his knee indicating he wanted me to come sit on his lap.
“Were you a good girl while I was gone?”
“Yes, Master I was a very good girl.”
He looked towards Mistress Sophie. “I hope she wasn’t too much trouble for you.”
“Not at all Master D. She was quite the good little girl in your absence.”
I giggled.
“You going to that thing tomorrow at the club?” Mistress Sophie asked Devlin.
“Yes, I wouldn’t miss it. How often do you get the chance to meet an actual Prince?” Devlin replied sarcastically.
Something in his tone told me that he’s probably met lots of Royalty before. But I didn’t really know. He didn’t talk much about his childhood or life before coming to America to work at Ashworth and Kent.
“What’s tomorrow, Master?”
“We are having a special event at the club for a visiting foreign dignitary.”
Something told me there was more to this event than Devlin was letting on but as Mistress Sophie and I discussed earlier, I need to learn to trust Devlin in all aspects of my life. So if he wanted me to know he would tell me.
“Is he a real Prince?”
“Yes, from some country in the Middle East. I’m not sure which one.”
“I’m so excited. Is there anything special I should wear?”
“You can wear anything you want my slave,” Devlin said as he kissed me.
Mistress Sophie stood up and said her goodbyes before snapping her fingers and calling for her slave to be by her side. She attached his leash and they headed out the door.
When they were gone Devlin turned his attention back to me.
“Did you and Mistress Sophie have fun tonight?”
I giggled. “We did.”
Chapter 17
I was excited all day about meeting a real Prince. I couldn’t wait until it was time to go. Devlin took me to get my hair and makeup done at the salon and even let me pick which dress I wanted to wear. He decided on my shoes but that’s okay, he had great taste and the black super high pumps he picked matched the dress I selected perfectly. It was a very short and fitted that clung to my every curve. The dress itself wasn’t anything special, but what made it unique was the long sheer chiffon sleeves. It added an extra layer of sophistication to an otherwise normal boring black dress.
“Do you think I can wear my Swarovski crystal slave necklace tonight Master?”
“Of course you can my sweet. I told you, tonight you can wear anything you want.”
“Thank you Master.”
He got out the gemstone studded necklace that spelled out slave in beautiful shiny Swarovski crystals and put it around my neck.
It wasn’t until we were on our way to the club that Devlin told me about the auction that was going to take place.
“How does that work Master? Where do the slaves come from?”
It depends on the type of auction. If it’s for a weekend or short period of time then usually it’s another Master putting up his slave. He is auctioning off the use of the slave but when the agreed upon time is over the slave returns to his or her original Master.”
“So you could sell me off to another Master for the day?”
“I could if so inclined.”
“Is that the kind of auction going on tonight?”
“No, tonight’s auction is for permanent ownership. A person auctions themselves off to be someone’s slave. ”
“Why would someone agree to auction themselves off to someone they don’t know to be their slave?”
“There are a lot of reasons. Some do it for the money, some do it to meet different Dom’s, allowing them to experience different philosophies and techniques of training.”
“How much does a slave go for at auction?”
“Like anything up for sale, it really depends on the quality of the goods. I’ve never seen a slave at a club auction go for more than $100,000 but I suppose with the right girl it could happen.”
Devlin playfully patted my thigh and a chill ran down my spine.
“How many girls will be auctioned off tonight Master?”
“There will only be three slaves up for auction tonight but that isn’t the big draw. After the slaves are auctioned off there will be a special guest.”
“The Prince?”
Devlin chuckled. “No. Tonight they will be auctioning off a girls virginity.”
I turned my head to look at Devlin. Surely I heard him wrong. There was no way this could be real.
Devlin smiled and rubbed my leg assuredly. “Don’t worry she’s an adult. The girl turned eighteen about a month ago.”
“Okay so she’s old enough to vote, buy cigarettes and join the military. That doesn’t really make it any better. It’s her virginity, that isn’t something she can ever get back.”
We pulled into the parking lot of the club and Devlin got out of the car to open my door. Before going in though he boxed me in, with my back to the car.
“The girls who do this volunteer. They’ll make more money tonight than most people will in their entire lives.”
I couldn’t believe he was justifying this with money. “A young girl’s virginity isn’t a commodity to be bought and sold.”
“You had the right to do whatever you wanted with your body and your virginity but now you want to tell this girl and others like her what they can and can’t do with their own. Selling your virginity may not be something you would ever do, but we shouldn’t be so quick to judge others.”
I leaned in and kissed Devlin. “You are right Master. I never really thought about it like that before.”
Devlin snapped on my leash and we walked into the club.
I don’t know what I was expecting when it came to the Prince but I most definitely wasn’t expecting him to be so good looking. He looked so normal. If it weren’t for all the security around him, I don’t think I would have even known he was royalty. He had shaggy brown hair and big soulful brown eyes that dominated his face. When he looked at you, he just seemed to emanate warmth and strength.
He had so many people around him, we never got the chance to actually talk to him. But throughout the night I swore it felt like he was watching me. It was probably just my imagination though so I tried to put the thought out of my mind.
Soon they brought the slaves out who would be auctioned off. There would be fifteen minutes for anyone interested in bidding to examine the merchandise.
The girls were for the most part pretty. They all looked to be in their early twenties and they all had light brown hair. From a distance they could probably be mistaken for sisters.
When the bidding began everyone was taken into the theater room and took their seats, as if we were going to watch a movie, only this was real, very real, and when it was all said and done someone was going to buy another human being and she would have to submit to his every whim.
I think what scared me most about the whole thing is knowing that Devlin could very well auction me off at any time if he grew tired of me and there was really nothing I could do about it.
I tried to push those thoughts out of my mind as the girls were brought on stage and the first one was placed front and center. The bidding began at $25,000. It started off slow but in the end she went for $52,000. The second girl was auctioned off for $49,000 and the final girl, who was by far the prettiest of the three, went for $64,000.
As I watched the girls being carted off backstage, I wondered how much of that money they got to keep and what in the world they needed that kind of money for in the first place. They were all so young, so they couldn’t possibly have much debt. Maybe they were going to use the money to pay for college or to help buy a house. I guess what they wanted the money for really didn’t matter, but it was still all I could think about when I saw them being taken away in chains.
Next they brought up the young virgin and an older gentleman dressed in a fancy tuxedo told a little about her. She was originally from Brazil and moved to the United States to live with her aunt and uncle when her parents died a few years ago. Although her native language is Portuguese she speaks fluent English. She turned eighteen last month and she has several documents to prove she is of the legal age of consent. Her virginity had been
medically certified and she has not left the watchful eye of her caretakers since that certification has taken place. After going over specifics of the medical certification of her virginity they began to talk about her measurements.
“This young girl stands five foot four inches tall and weighs one hundred and eleven pounds. Her measurements are 32B-26-34. She has no tattoos or visible scars,” the man said.
She looked so sweet and vulnerable with her big doe eyes. I just couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. Did she know what she was getting into? Was this her idea or did someone else put her up to it? Even if it was her idea, how in the world did she find these people to help her make it happen? I wondered if this was something Devlin’s club did all the time, or did they just auction off young virgins when they had special visitors like the Prince come to town? Where they auctioning off virgins in every location of the club all around the world, or did they just do that in the Houston location?
The bidding began at $150,000 and quickly rose to $1.2 million. I was shocked that someone would be willing to spend more than a million dollars for a single night with this girl. She was cute, really adorable, but I can’t say I would spend a million dollars to have sex with her. Then again, I can’t say that I would ever spend a million dollars to have sex with anyone, even Angelina Jolie or Kate Upton. Not even for both of them at the same time. That’s just crazy.
I noticed that the Prince was watching the young girl with great interest but he hadn’t bid yet. After a few more bids from others, he lifted his paddle and said “three million dollars.”
There was a lot of hushed chatter and with that, the young virgin was his. His security team gathered up the girl and took her away. I wasn’t sure where she went but I noticed the Prince stayed around which surprised me, I would have thought he would have wanted to rush off and claim his prize. I mean how often can you really say you get to spend the night with a certified virgin? He didn’t even seem that excited about his prize.
With the auction now complete, everyone started making their way out of the theatre and back to the grand ballroom. While Devlin was leading me out I turned my head to look at the Prince who was surrounded by people congratulating him on his purchase. But while they were looking at him, he was looking at me. Our eyes locked and I knew then I wasn’t crazy, he had been watching me. It wasn’t all just in my imagination.
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