CHAPTER 3: The Virgin Auctioned, Part 3

Fully dressed, I step into the auction chamber and stand on the podium again, head raised, standing straight, staring over the sea of faces. They have waited. They knew this might happen. I stand with my hands clasped before me. It was once given to me as advice for a job interview: clasp the hands together so as not to show them shaking, to hide nerves. The advice stands me in good stead now.

Trying to keep any wavering out of my voice, I look at my Master, and then the auctioneer. “I’ll do it. Let’s get on with it.”

There is a glint in my Master’s eye. He nods acknowledgement to me, but do I see…admiration?

The bidding resumes, but this time I am uncertain what exactly is being bid for. What have I agreed to? All I know is that the bids keep climbing and that half that money is mine. I must simply keep my nerve for a week. Light-headed, feeling a little spaced-out, I allow myself to drift off...

With a bang, the hammer comes down again. As I see the winning bid on the monitor, my heart misses a beat. So much money. Who is it? Who is it?

Immediately, my Master comes to my side. Taking me by the arm he leads me to the office. “Sign there and there, Charlotte. I’ll handle everything else. Don’t worry. I’ll look after you and your interests.”

I sign and then sit awhile while my Master speaks with the auctioneer. There is much muttered discussion.

My Master breaks loose from the discussion, looking pleased. “Come on Charlotte. Let’s get you out of here. You have an exciting week ahead of you.”

Still a bit dazed, I follow my Master. Taking my hand, as though we are a perfectly normal couple, he hails a taxi and barks a hotel address at the driver. The address is very much at the classy end of town. I had sort of expected this. With what he is paying for me, he just has to be rich. But when we arrive at the block, we take the lift to the penthouse. He catches my eye. “Not my home Charlotte. I’ve just rented it for the week, but the auction house knows where I have brought you.”

My jitters have returned and my Master sees this. “Relax. We’ll have a meal first I think. Calm you down a bit. And perhaps some wine inside you might help? Do you like champagne?”

“Um, not sure. I’ve never had it.”

“Excellent. I can introduce you to it then? What kind of food do you like?”

“Err... Don’t mind really... Italian?”

“Fine. We’ll go to Luigi’s around the corner then. I’ll reserve a table for us. Why don’t you have a look around? Have a bath or a shower perhaps? Make yourself comfortable. If you look in the wardrobes you will find bathrobes and...other clothes. Look them over.”

I leave him calling the restaurant to make the booking. Exploring the huge apartment, the lounge is vast and tastefully decorated, the bathroom luxurious, the bedroom...

The bedroom is beautiful. Whoever decorated it must have paid a fortune. The bed... I don’t want to look at the bed. I explore the wardrobes instead, which do indeed contain bathrobes. The other clothes range from jeans and tee-shirts, through the classic little black cocktail dress and evening gowns to... Black leather? Vinyl? Some kind of harness? I take a robe and close the wardrobe again, turning to head for the bathroom, and all but scream as I walk into my Master who is standing behind me, offering me a champagne flute.

“Calm down Charlotte. I promise I am not going to hurt you.” Putting down the glass, he takes me in his arms, holding me like a little girl and kisses the top of my head. “I won’t hurt you,” he repeats. “Have your bath. Afterwards, try the dresses for size. They should fit. Your measurements were listed in the auction ad. I think the black one would suit you well, but you choose.” He retrieves the glass and pushes it into my hand. “Please drink that. I want you to enjoy yourself.” He grins, wickedly. “Think of this as...‘the adventure of a lifetime’.”

He is right. I have committed myself. His grin is infectious, and I start to smile as I gulp down the champagne. “You know,” he says, “it really isn’t meant to be drunk like that. Champagne should be savoured. Come and have some more.”

Later that evening, I feel great. My nerves have gone. I am having an adventure. I am here for the ride.

At the restaurant, my Master is good company: full of interesting talk and anecdotes. “I don’t want to embarrass you Charlotte. Here in public, you can call me ‘James’. In private, I am ‘Master’.”

Full of excellent food, and with perhaps just a little more wine inside than is quite good for me, we return to the hotel. My Master is all courtesy, holding out a hand to invite me to enter the apartment first, standing behind me to slip the coat from my shoulders, hanging it carefully.

Eyes meeting mine, he takes me by the hand, leading me through to the bedroom.

It is dimly lit, with only a flickering glow from candles scattered here and there.

Standing before me, he strokes my face. “I’ll tell you what’s going to happen now Charlotte. Because this is your first time, you don’t know what to expect. No matter what you have seen in movies or read in books, you just don’t.”

I am trembling with a mixture of excitement, nerves and anticipation. I am confident that my Master will not hurt me more than necessary, but...

He continues. “I am going to undress you, quite slowly, because I am going to enjoy that. I saw you naked at the auction, but I didn’t like it, seeing you treated like goods. This time I want to undress you carefully, to enjoy your body and for you to enjoy it too. If you would like to undress me too, partially or completely, that’s fine, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to. Are you with me so far?” He takes my chin in one hand, tilting my face to his so that I must look him in the eye. I nod, gulping and sucking my dry lips.

“After that, I want you to lie down on the bed and be comfortable. You should be completely relaxed. If you like, I can turn the heating up or down for your comfort. Would you like me to make it warmer or cooler?”

I shake my head. I’m fine.

“Alright. If you change your mind, tell me. Once you are comfortable, I am going to massage you, kiss you and enjoy your body. Then I will open your legs and kiss you between them. I will lick and suck you. That should arouse you to orgasm.” He hesitates. “Have you ever had an orgasm, Charlotte? Perhaps by doing it yourself?”

“Ummm, I’m not sure. I don’t think so.” I say this uncertainly, but at the mention of licking and sucking me...down there...a sharp…something…has stabbed through me.