The Group III- I am sold - Sex Stories

The Group III- I am sold

After that first night as a member, things changed subtly between Greg and me. Subtle in that we still explored our physical boundaries, sharing fantasies and bringing some to reality. We certainly continued to stretch each other’s limits.

However, I was now spending more time at his place and the emotional side was growing layer by layer. I didn’t know where it was leading, but as long as the ride was good, I’d stay in the saddle…so to speak.

We missed the next Group gathering as I was traveling to Houston for business. The business was productive, as was the young Mexican lady I found. By the end of the week, I was exhausted.

When the next date arrived, I knew it would be special. No details, mind you, but multiple times he needed my affirmation that I had no conflicts. I wasn’t sure where he was going with that but, I trusted him.

When the night arrived, we dressed at his house. I keep an assortment of both casual, business, and evening wear there. Along with that, a second supply of makeup, a blow dryer, and all the other stuff a multi-dimensional woman requires, including a vibrator or two.

We dressed as usual; however, I attempted several times to leverage the process into a pre-event fuck, or at least a blowjob. No luck. Damn!

We arrived at the estate as usual, including my collar and leash held by Greg. Again, I saw faces that were now becoming familiar, despite flashes of their naked bodies popping into my mind. While insanely excited I was coming ...

... to feel more comfortable here.

Then a sound, that sound made by the tapping of silverware against a crystal glass. The room quieted and a man on a slightly raised platform began to speak.

“As most of you know, tonight is our annual fundraiser. Tonight, we will raise funds to pay for our staff, our food, and drinks for the next year. We also hope to raise funds for a new piece of equipment for our pleasure.”

The room broke into applause.

The man continued. “However, tonight we are changing the program a bit thanks to a recommendation from Greg. We will still have our auction, but rather than four members being auctioned off for the night, it will be only one. The winning bidder, or bidding syndicate, will have their, well, slave for the evening, to be possessed or shared, as they choose.”

He paused for effect.

“Those women willing to be purchased, please step forward.”

Heads around the room glanced, seeking out those stepping forward. I looked at Greg,

“This was your idea?” I asked.

“Yes. Did I read you wrong?”

I smiled, “You are getting to know me too well.”

He unhooked the leash and I walked to the platform, along with five other women. Given the impending experience, they walked confidently, their excitement on display as their erect nipples protruded under their dresses. I walked proudly as well, although either fear or excitement lay just under my skin.

We were all given numbers. Each member voted for who was to be auctioned by placing a ...