Charity Auction
Copyright© 2005 by Rocky
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - A well-to-do female attorney discovers the hard way that offering herself as a prize during her favorite charity's annual fund raiser can be a life-changing experience.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Mult Consensual NonConsensual Rape Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Spanking Rough Humiliation Sadistic Torture Gang Bang Oral Sex Anal Sex Water Sports Body Modification
Cheryl knelt silently on the floor, almost luxuriating in the feel of the soft, plush carpet beneath her scrapped hands and knees. The crackle of the fireplace behind her lent a sense of calm; the heat radiating from the fire warmed her wet, shivering body. She began to take note of her surroundings; the unique smell of leather furniture, the muffled sounds, the rich carpet, all combined to give her a sense of calm. Still hooded, she could rely only on her senses of touch, hearing and smell. Had she been able to see, she would not have been nearly so calm.
The room she was occupying was large, encompassing an area of several hundred square feet. The carpet she felt beneath her was a raised pedestal of sorts, a structure not unlike a stage, raised four feet above the main floor and brightly illuminated from all sides. Along the hardwood walls were hung a variety of implements of pleasure and cruelty; chains and whips, clamps and plugs, and other items that Cheryl would not be able to identify even if she did have the ability to see... but items which she was to soon become intimately familiar with. Overhead, video cameras whirred silently, recording from several angles everything on the stage. Most frightening to her, though, would have been knowledge of the figures seated at the tables scattered throughout the room... Her watchers had all been warned to remain completely silent in order to hide their presence from the slave until the proper moment. It was a room designed specifically for her degradation, and the designer had been waiting patiently for the opportunity to use it.
"Cheryl, I want you to sit with your knees spread as far as you can, and masturbate for me," the voice spoke again. "Don't touch your clit; I want you to work your fingers in and out of your cunt, but nothing more."
Cheryl's hesitation was rewarded with an immediate correction in the form of the riding crop across her already welt-covered abdomen. Being inspired in this manner, she quickly scrambled to a sitting position. Her Master, realizing that both audience and camera would have a better view, had her move her legs rearward, until she was sitting painfully on the spreader bar. He smiled at the view of her gaping and swollen sex, visibly dripping with the juices of her sexual desire as she began to slowly pleasure herself.
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