H's Story - Part 1 - Sex Stories

H's Story - Part 1

She was suddenly unsure she could go through with this. But it was far too late to get out of it now as she stood there behind the partition in the hotel conference room (why was the air conditioning turned on so high?), naked, her hands cuffed behind her, a ball gag in her mouth, and her eyes covered by a thick, black, blindfold. She was in line with nine other submissives to be sold but she had no idea where in the line she was. She had seen nothing since they put the blindfold on her in the limousine that picked her up from the airport. She had been driven to the hotel and led out by, she supposed, the pretty woman that she met at the airport. She was afraid of who might see her blindfolded like that but she didn't hear anyone react as she was led into a room and prepared. "Strip," she had been told firmly but not harshly. She would be spoken to in only single word commands for the next hour. She did as she was instructed quickly but a little clumsily since she couldn't see. In what seemed like a flurry of activity, she was bathed and dried, powdered and perfumed, made up and primped before having the ball gag and cuffs added. When she was lead out of the room, she could hear other people nearby. They seemed to be with the other submissives since, once or twice, she heard muffled whimpers and someone speaking calming words to them. She knew they had entered a larger room when she could hear the voices of many people talking bouncing off the walls. She almost panicked, ...

... remembering that she was naked and they would see her. Her handler seemed to sense her anxiety and whispered in her ear. "They can't see you... yet." The smile in the woman’s voice when she said the last word was obvious. Then she heard the announcer speak. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Masters and Mistresses, Lords and Ladies, it is time for inspections. Please line up at the right side of the stage in order of your assigned numbers." The conversation subsided and she was led forward and her handler said, "Step up, there are five steps." She tried to calm her breathing as she moved up the steps but her mind was spinning. She could hear the voices of those who would be bidding on her and the others making comments, though she couldn't tell which were meant for her. "Mmm, now that is a very spankable ass." "I don't know, that's a bit on the skinny side for my tastes." "Oooh, now that one I must have." She was stopped and told to stand still and obey any commands given and to try not to react when they touched her. Touched her? Oh no, she couldn't possibly bear that. She must have been about halfway down the line because it was a minute or so before the first people reached her but no longer. She was ordered to turn and bend over and kneel and stand and, a few times, was caressed and gently pinched. They were almost cold and totally impersonal in the way they spoke and touched her in such personal places that she became less anxious and just concentrated on obeying quickly to make a good ...