Chapter 12: Sold to the Highest Bidder

I have reservations about trying another iteration of the bondage club scenario. The action was just what I was wanting at the time, but the revelation that Rob jilted Mikaela for me makes me nervous. How did that twist enter into the plot? Did my overactive mind simply create an explanation for my suspicion that Rob and Mikaela have some lingering problem between them? If so, then how did PAIGE make it sound so plausible? Again I’m worried about how PAIGE is influencing my life.

Rob quickly dismissed my worries when I told him about my experiences. However, he did admit that he and Mikaela had dated when they were in college. They went steady for a while but in the end it came to nothing. According to Rob, they stopped dating about three months before he and I met. Thinking back, I now recall that it was Mikaela who first introduced me to Rob. I don’t remember any animosity between them at the time, so perhaps Michelle’s outburst inside PAIGE is pure fiction created by my own fertile imagination.

Rob and I play new scenarios in PAIGE on Monday and Tuesday evening. The scenarios we selected weren’t particularly memorable, but I recall that we had a similar reaction to the fairground scenario the first time we played it. Since we need to decide by Friday whether to buy the full version of PAIGE, we decide against doing further iterations of scenarios we’ve already played.

Wednesday evening is Rob’s night out with his friends, and my scheduled session with Liz. Rob leaves at his usual time and I mentally prepare myself for Liz’s arrival. Part of my preparations include changing into my leather gear and putting on the ‘Lady Kylie’ collar Liz gave me. I lay the ‘Bitch’ collar to one side ready for Liz to put on when she arrives. I look around at my preparations and belatedly regret not making the time over the last week to go down to the sex shop and buy some more toys.

Liz arrives on time and goes into my bedroom to change. I forgot to specify which clothes she was to wear, but I’m pleased to see that she’s shown some initiative and selected something sexy. She puts on her ‘Bitch’ collar before crawling into the living room and adopting the required position in front of me.

In my mind Liz has now become Bitch ... a transformation she seems to reciprocate. My first action is to lock her collar in place. This also gives me the opportunity to run my hands over her breasts.

“Have you missed me, Bitch?” I purr into her ear while my hands are busy roaming all over her.

“Yes, my Lady,” sighs Bitch, clearly becoming aroused by my invasion of her body.

I lean down and kiss Bitch on the lips. She responds willingly, and yet she never moves her hands from behind her back. It’s as though her wrists are bound by invisible handcuffs. My hands delve downwards, and before long I’m playing with her clit. The effect is driving the pair of us wild with lust.

I reach for the strap-on cock which I’d already prepared and placed within reach, ready for action. Instead of strapping it on myself, I put it on Bitch. Once I’m satisfied it is positioned correctly, I lower my leather hot pants.

“Fuck me, Bitch.”

I guide the cock into my cunt and Bitch proceeds to pump back and forth. It feels divine, but I want her to push harder.

“Use your hands to steady us and push harder.”

Bitch obeys. I play with her breasts while she’s working hard towards bringing me to an orgasm. She’s not far from having an orgasm herself. The strap-on cock is larger than the size of Rob’s usual erection, although Rob has once or twice achieved something similar. I start to lose control as Bitch’s efforts drive me to the pinnacle of my arousal. When I finally come, my orgasm nearly overpowers me and I surrender to my lust.

“Please may I come, my Lady?” pleads Bitch as she approached her own point of no return.

“No, Bitch,” I command. “You haven’t earned that privilege yet.” In reality I’m testing Bitch’s ability to restrain herself. If this was Rob instead of Bitch, he’d shoot his load regardless. But Bitch is much better at controlling her orgasm. Is it training, or does it come naturally to her?

Bitch renews her efforts and moments later I feel my arousal building once more. I complete three orgasms before I give Bitch permission to achieve one of her own. She manages that as easily as though I’d told her to switch on a light. Yet again I’m impressed by her level of self control. It’s almost unnatural.

“Thank you, my Lady,” sighs Bitch once her orgasm subsides. “May I fetch some things which I brought with me today?”

“Yes, very well,” I reply, curious about what she brought with her.

Bitch returns with a set of leather cuffs and anklets, all connected by chains which meet at a steel ring in the middle. She also produces a bottle of body oil. It’s a clear message of how she wants our games to develop today. She kneels down in front of me and I take the items from her.

“Strip naked, Bitch,” I command.

Bitch obeys at once and then resumes her position in front of me. I rub the oil over Bitch’s body in slow but deliberate movements. Each stroke of my hand earns a contented sigh from Bitch and a mounting sense of power within me. Any doubts I may have had about my ability to satisfy Bitch’s need to be a submissive slave evaporate quickly.

“You are a perverted wanton slut, Bitch,” I purr when I realise how much Bitch is aroused by my treatment. She’s oiled and ready for a wild sexual adventure.

“Oh yes, my Lady. Please punish me for being such a dirty little whore.”

“All in good time, Bitch. Confess your most perverted desire.”

“To be made to stand naked on a public platform and sold to the highest bidder like a slave.”

Within PAIGE, such a scenario would be easy to arrange, but not in real life. But all is not lost. I’m not completely ignorant about some of the seedier porn sites on the internet. I fix the cuffs and anklets onto Bitch and tell her to go and clean the shower and toilet while I get ready. I intend to give Bitch a lesson in humiliation she’ll not forget in a hurry.

I power up my laptop and make the necessary preparations. When I’m ready, I call Bitch back into the living room.

“Stand there, Bitch,” I command as I adjust the web camera to bring her into focus. “In a few seconds you will be making a live webcast on a porn site. I’ll be taking bids for your body. You will obey whatever command your owner gives you.”