you thought we were going to a show. The theatre was oddly non-descript from the outside and not in the traditional theatre district, but once inside it was spacious and opulent. There was luxurious food and drink, and everyone was dressed at their peak, including you. The plunging neckline and backless dress barely clung to you, and you fully expected to draw stares. As you looked around, you noted a surprising number of other exceptionally gorgeous women as well. you moaned quietly and involuntarily stuck out your tongue as I pressed against you and drew My fingers across your covered pussy. your training was muscle memory.
We took our seats and the lights dimmed. Quietly, five women walked onto the stage. They looked...off. Dazed maybe. One at a time, they stepped forward and removed their clothes, posing and moving so their beauty could be examined.
Next, another women, fully clothed, moved to each in turn and drew a small leather flogger between their thighs. Some gave no reaction. One learned into it. One moaned.
you were confused until the bidding began. Prices too low to be trafficking, these women were almost certainly being rented. If you were to guess, probably just for the night. you glared at Me. It was just the type of sadistic thing I would do to keep you reminded of your place. Forcing you to watch Me bid on another women, spending money that could have been spent on you, and then forcing you to watch her and I. The jealousy would infuriate you, but you were just a pet, and I would remind you of that whenever you began to act entitled.
Five sets of five girls had been rented out, and I had yet to offer a bid despite some of them being truly exceptional specimens. I handed you a drink to replace the one you had just finished, and you took a healthy sip as we locked eyes. you started feeling suddenly woozy, and confusion followed quickly. I smirked as your eyes glazed over.
Everything was so...hard to understand. Things were out of focus, sounds were crisp but background noise was absent. you felt lost, but directions were being given and you just...followed. Absent any rational thought, you did as you were told. It was far less scary. your dress slid off your shoulders. your panties were pushed to the floor. Something passed between your legs...a snake? No...it felt good. you moaned. It must be Master. He was going to fuck you. you dropped to your knees, opened your mouth, and stuck out your tongue. your training was muscle memory. It felt safe.
Someone told you that you drew the highest bid they'd ever recorded. That sounded nice. you were a good girl. A hand led you away. It must be Master. He was here to take you home.
you are riding. A horse? No...the fog was clearing. Sex. you're having sex with Master. No...not the right body shape. Not the right dick shape. Not the right face. you would stop but... something was between your legs and instead you moaned and stuck out your tongue. your training was muscle memory.
