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Play Group Sex Slave Auction -- part 1

They all agreed that it made sense to bring any preferred beverages, but the play group thought “potluck” food was a bit too labor intensive. Especially the men. They didn’t want their penises falling along with souffles. They could all chip in and purchase a variety of foods, of course; but Rob had a more interesting idea.

“I suggest we hold a sex slave auction.”

At first, all seven pondered the idea silently. Then Kathy asked, “Just what do you have in mind, Rob? Knowing your erotic mind, I have no doubt this will be exciting.”

“Okay. I propose that all three of the women volunteer to be auctioned off to the highest bidder for any sexual services their bidder might request for an evening. How’s that?”

“I don’t know, Rob,” chimed Peggy. “It seems to me that once again the women -- all of us -- are doing all of the work here. Putting our asses on the line, literally. And, besides, there are three of us and four of you. One of the guys will be left out. Why don’t the men get auctioned off instead? That way I could get two slaves to pleasure me!”

“Well, I suppose that would be fairer. But we guys don’t last as long. And depending on what is required, we may ‘peter out’ in the middle, so to speak.”

Tom offered his suggestion. “I agree that our women have much more stamina than the men. I also think that they would fetch more money than any of us fellas, too.” Everyone laughed. “I propose that the women -- at least those who volunteer -- draw straws to see which one of them will be auctioned. Everyone else will be able to bid for the services of the sex slave. Those services could include exclusive use of the slave for the evening; or it could be that the winner will direct the activities of the slave with other members of our play group. What do you think?”

Don said, “I think that’s a splendid idea, Tom. What a beautiful mind you have! I’d only add one thought to heighten the anticipation for the slave. She should be blindfolded so that she couldn’t see who was bidding for the right to control her actions. It would have to be a silent bid, of course.”

“Wow. Never let it be said that this group doesn’t have fertile imaginations,” said Maura. “When should we have this little auction?”

“Well,” replied Alex, “since we’re all here tonight, I suggest we have the women draw straws now. That ought to get the juices flowing for her -- and the wallets loosened for the rest of us. The actual auction and service evening could be next Friday starting at 8:00 and go until midnight -- or whenever we’re all too tired to continue.”

They all agreed to this little plan. Not having any straws on hand, it was agreed that the women would cut a deck of cards. The person selecting the lowest card would be auctioned. Rob produced a deck of cards and shuffled them thoroughly. “They’re shuffled enough, Rob,” exclaimed Tom. “The damned spots are going to fall off!”

“Impatient, Tom?” asked Rob. “I’m trying to fix it so that your wife, Kathy, goes on the auction block. Is that all right with you?”

“Hey, no fair,” protested Kathy with a grin. She had already envisioned herself being auctioned off and was quite thrilled by the prospect. Ah, the luck of the draw. What would be her fate?

Peggy was the first to cut the cards. The jack of clubs was hers to withhold from the deck.

Next to draw was the willowy Kathy. With long dark hair and flashing eyes, and flushed with excitement even over the simple act of cutting cards, she found the four of diamonds. She smiled -- beamed actually -- knowing that her secret wish and erotic fantasy to be sold for sex was about to come true.

Maura was the last to draw. Although she enjoyed being in charge of her sexual encounters, the idea of being auctioned off to an unknown bidder and having to do whatever that bidder wanted had set her erotic mind into overdrive as well. That was before she saw Kathy’s draw. With a resigned sigh, Maura reached into the deck and pulled out her card. Her eyes gleamed and her jaw fell at the same time when she saw that she had drawn the three of hearts. It was to be her body auctioned off the following Friday.

The seven friends then made a few additional rules. Since Maura was to be auctioned, her husband, Rob, would be the auctioneer and could not bid. Bids would be written down on a tally sheet. They would be read aloud by Rob as the bids were received. Kathy and Peggy were free to attend -- encouraged, actually -- to lend a hand or mouth where necessary to ensure that full use was made of Maura’s time. They might also assist in the care and feeding of the participants. As Maura had previously observed, “Just remember that after a great fuck, Maura's a real hungry girl. Make sure there's always food to restore my energy for Round Two.”

The following Friday, the assembled septet met at Maura and Rob’s home. The usual banter existed, and the company showed that they were all in high spirits and ready for action. After all were assembled and each had a favorite beverage in hand, a toast was made to the lovely Maura who then retired to the next room with Rob to be readied for sale.

A large mattress was placed on the floor for the obvious activities. Next to the mattress was a makeshift auction block Rob had constructed -- approximately four feet square and a foot or so off the floor. The lights had been dimmed to create additional atmosphere.

A gasp came from the five when they saw Maura and Rob emerge. The beautiful wench, so strong and vibrant, was playing the meek submissive for all it was worth. She was barefoot and clad only in a sleeveless white belted tunic that covered her from her neck to her knees. Rob had affixed a rhinestone collar around her supple neck to which a thin leash was attached. A heavy blue brocade sash covering her eyes completed the ensemble. It was clear that she wore no bra as her full breasts swayed and bounced as Rob led her to the podium and assisted her onto the platform.

Rob had looked forward to his duties as auctioneer. He had secured a wooden pointer -- the kind that teachers used in elementary schools years ago. He had paper on an easel with markers handy so that bidders could write down their offers. He assumed the demeanor of a salesman explaining the virtues of his wares rather than an estate auctioneer seeking to unload used furnishings.

“You all know how lovely Maura is, and what a wonderfully responsive lover she can be,” said Rob. “And tonight, tonight only, she can be yours to do with as you so deeply desire. You know you want her. And you know what you want from her -- to control her as no one has ever controlled her before.”

Maura was positively shivering, and not from the room’s temperature, as Rob spoke. It was all true. She had been attracting men ever since her early teens. She had to but smile, and men would seek to bow at her feet and worship her. And now, here she was wearing a slave collar, about to be auctioned off as a possession to ... SOMEONE ... for whatever that person desired for the evening. She had spent the week trying to imagine what each of the men would want from her if they placed the highest bid. Although she trusted the group and all of its members, there was always the darker side to consider.

“What bids do we have for the services of the lovely Maura?” asked Rob. “Come forward and write them down on the easel. Remember that any bid must be higher than the one before it.”

Maura’s senses were heightened by her blindfold. Even with the thick carpeting, she could hear footsteps as people shuffled forward to place their bids.

After a few moments Rob called out, “Fifty dollars! That’s an insult! Why, depending on what the bidder wants to do, that might not even cover the cost of condoms! I mean, look at what you get if you make the winning bid.”

With that, Rob used the pointer to snag her tunic at the collar and pull it down to expose Maura’s substantial breasts. The garment fell to her waist where its descent was stopped by her belt. Her nipples were already engorged by her excitement. A murmur of appreciation rose from the group; for although they had all seen the beautiful woman’s bare body, it had never been displayed like this -- on an auction block, to be possessed by the highest bidder. Again, members came forward to increase their bids.

“One hundred twenty dollars,” said Rob. “That’s a little bit better. But I think that you’re missing the big picture here. See?” Using the pointer, Rob lifted the front hem of her tunic up to the belt revealing Maura’s shaved pubis. “Look. This could be all yours this evening -- for the right price.”

Rob was really getting into his role now. He had always doted on his wife’s charms and had often wished he could advertise her beauty to the world. This was his opportunity, and he was making the most of it.

Again Maura heard bidders come forward. Using a pair of scissors, Rob snipped Maura’s plastic belt letting the entire tunic fall to the floor.

“One hundred sixty-five dollars,” gloated Rob. This is indeed a better price -- but not good enough. Turn around, Maura,” he commanded. She did as she was told. “Now bend forward and grab your ankles.”

Maura sobbed silently to herself, “Oh, God. Why does he want to display me like this?” Obediently, she reached down and grasped her ankles as he had ordered, exposing her charms to all of them.

“Just look at the treasure that you will possess tonight if you make the highest bid,” Rob entreated softly. “I think that the next three hours with Maura is worth more than $165, don’t you? Let’s see your final bids.”

Again the shuffling of feet and the squeaking of the marker on the easel. Maura wondered what the final amount would be. Would someone bid as much as $200 for her services for the evening? What would he expect for that kind of money? Would he want her all to himself? Or would he want to direct a circus of flesh with her as the main performer?

She heard a gasp from the group. Rob’s expression changed as he announced the final bid with awe in his voice. “Three hundred fifty dollars is the winning bid. Folks, this has indeed been a most profitable evening for our club.”

“Who is the winner?” Maura screamed in her brain. Her knees felt weak as she considered what the high bidder might expect for $350.

“And the winning bidder may now come forward to claim your prize.”