H's Story - Part 1 - Sex Stories

H's Story - Part 1

... impression. That is, until he stepped up. She couldn't see or hear him. He was silent, guiding her movements with a gentle hand. But she swore she could feel his presence. And then, just before he left, he leaned towards her and she could smell his cologne and feel his warm breath against her neck as she whispered so quietly but confidently, "You are mine." She couldn't remember the rest of the inspection but she came around when the auctioneer started the auction. He gave each submissive's age and any hard limits they had and asked for an initial bid. She had no idea what the subs looked like or whether they were male or female. All she knew was the final price paid. Some bidders called out when they bid but, apparently, some used a gesture of some kind. Then it was her turn. She was gently guided forward and led to a different part of the stage. Her age and limits were announced and, to her surprise, several people immediately shouted out opening bids. She didn't have time to feel shocked or surprised as the bids rose rapidly. In a little while, there was just one voice shouting out and, apparently, one of the silent bidders bidding against them. She could hear the one bidder’s voice becoming more agitated and frustrated and she could not believe the price being said by the auctioneer. Finally, with a loud curse, the vocal bidder stopped and the auctioneer pronounced her sold. She was led off the stage and to, she supposed, the one who had purchased her. When she got near, ...

... she immediately recognized his scent and felt the strength of his presence. His lips brushed her ear and she shuddered when he spoke to her. "I told you that you were mine." He was silent as they walked out of the larger room and down the hall, his hand still firm but gentle on her arm. They stopped and she could hear him unlock a door. "Would you like a chaperone? I would not be at all offended if you did. Nod or shake your head, please." She shook her head without hesitation, following her feelings more than her head. He led her forward and she heard the door close behind her. Still silent, he undid her gag and unlocked the handcuffs. "Close your eyes, please," he said quietly before removing her blindfold. After a few seconds and from behind her, he calmly spoke again. "You may open your eyes now." The room was dimly lit and she had a few moments to look around as he helped her put on a very soft and comfortable robe that came down to her mid-thighs. He took her hand and led her to a big overstuffed chair in the corner. "Now, we have some things to talk about but first. Are you hungry? Would you like something to drink?" She shook her head, eyes lowered, still silent as she hadn't been given permission to speak or make eye contact. Still, she could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke. "We need to work out the details of our, for want of a better word, 'situation'. In order to do that, we need to be, at this point, equals. I want you to feel free to speak, look at me, ...