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He doesn't get any further into his pitch when two guys start a bidding war. One of the guys bidding has one hand on his dick and the other in the air, forcing the price higher and higher. The other one, not to be outdone, is holding up a riding crop, tilting its tip ever so slightly whenever he wants to indicate a higher bid. After a few minutes, the two men talk to each other in low, urgent voices. Riding-crop guy takes to the stage and whispers something in Leroy's ear. Leroy nods and then announces that the two guys are going to pool their resources and share Andre for the evening. At the knowledge that he's going to have two cruel masters, not just one, Andre's face breaks into a smile, and his dick begins to bulge beneath his leather pants. They raise $12,000 for the charity, and everyone's cheers raise the roof of this little club. Clipboard girl releases Andre from his shackles, and this big, burly man immediately bows his head in meek submission. He avoids eye contact with his masters as one of them puts a dog collar around his neck and leads him to a dark corner. The last thing I see is Andre's generous flesh wobbling as a riding crop is brought down sharply on his buttocks. The sound of leather slapping skin and Andre's deep growl of pleasure are too much for some people to resist, and a few members of the crowd who don't want to miss out wander away from the auction to look. For the first time I begin to panic. What if I'm left up here, and everyone has gone away to watch the successful slaves? And another, more terrible thought: What if no one wants me? I am so psyched up for being someone's slave tonight. If it doesn't happen, what will I do with all this wild sexual energy that's pulsing through my body, making me feel more alive than I ever have before, turning my pussy into a hot, pulsing wetness that craves stimulation? What will I do if it doesn't happen?

Actually, I needn't have worried. The rest of the auction passes in a blur, as one by one all the slaves are snapped up. I'm disappointed when a tall, blond guy I liked the look of picks another girl, because I wouldn't have minded being his slave. Behind his cold blue eyes there was a Germanic hardness that I wanted to experience. The other girl squeals with delight when a curvy young woman in a red catsuit slashed at the crotch pays $8,000 to buy her. I'm not disappointed. I like to be dominated by women-some of the best sex I've ever had has been with powerful mistresses who knew just how to bite a nipple and torture a clit-but tonight I want to play with a man. I want to feel overpowered by the size and bulk of a fit male body. I want the contrast of his hairy roughness and the smooth vulnerability of my own skin. And most of all, tonight I'm in the mood for cock, a rock-hard fat cock that fucks me ruthlessly. While I'm losing myself in the fantasy of the perfect master with his perfect dick, rich-looking, glamorous women in their forties spend more thousands on the remaining two guys.

And then it's my turn. I quiver with excitement and spread my legs, showing any potential buyers what an eager little slut I am, sticking my nipples out. The more I tease and tantalize the audience, the more wanton my behavior now, the crueler my punishment will be.

"Our final lot, an exquisite white slave," announces Leroy, pacing the stage as he assesses my selling points. "Tight little tits that are already bound, shoes that mean she can't run away-this one's going to be a great little plaything for someone. And look at her," he continues, flicking an exposed nipple and watching my cheeks flush a deep red with pleasure. "She's ready for it. She can take whatever you throw at her. She wants it." The sound of his rich, mellifluous voice combined with the electric shock of his finger on my nipple brings me sharply back into the moment. The first drop of juice escapes from between my pussy lips. "So," asks Leroy. "Who's going to give me $100 to take this horny little bitch off my hands?"