Amity 5 CataclysmChapter 22 Outposts
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I was so nervous. All the preparations had been made. There was no turningback now. Or perhaps there was, but I'd never forgive myself. Earlier in theday I had been massaged, waxed and received a pedicure. Neon midnight bluenail polish now adorned my toes. I had showered and shaved the hair from mylegs, underarms and pussy.
Last night we had gone shopping for some slut clothes for me to wear tonight.I forewent that option of a very short denim skirt, a see through black blouseand black lace thigh high stockings for a more conservative look. After all,we didn't know what we would be faced with and we thought it would be betterto take a more conservative approach for our first time. So instead, I dressedcasually in low-rise blue jeans and a low cut red cotton top. My sexiest underwearlurked beneath consisting of a black thong with lace trim and a matching brathat really enhanced my handful sized 35B breasts. I wore my new mid-calf highblack leather boots with a sexy heel, and my black leather jacket. My hairwas long and straight, having ironed out my curls for tonight. I made up myface with just a little extra eye makeup to give my almond shaped hazel eyesa sultry look. The toy bag was in the car, and I was ready for business.
We had been talking about this night for a few weeks. My Master had foundthis group on line and he was intrigued. I must admit that when he told meabout it, I also became interested. This was a BDSM club community with a playspace, and tonight they were having their annual Thanksgiving dinner/meeting,with playtime to follow just after. This was a special evening though, as theclub was holding an auction where anybody could participate, and auction offanything of their choosing. My Master and I have always been intrigued by theidea of auctioning me off to another Dom, so we decided to check it all out.We emailed back and forth with the club a few times to get some additionalinformation.
Being relatively new to the scene, my Master and I had no idea what to expect.We were both anxious and nervous. On the way there, my stomach was in knots(as I thought I may be later in the evening). We pulled into the parking lotand took a very deep breath. Master kept asking me if I was sure I wanted todo this. My Master is very kind and gentle (except when he is not). He didnot want me to get in over my head. I told him lets do it.
It was an older building in a less desirable area of the city. Originallyit was most likely a factory, but as we found out from one of the members,more recently the area that the club was located in the building had been achurch. (Talk about sacrilege!) As we entered the nondescript doorway, we enteredinto a kitchen area. It was crowded with people milling about and smelled ofturkey and other assorted Thanksgiving goodies. People were very friendly andwelcoming. While they were (for the most part) on the large side, they seemedpretty normal otherwise. We began to feel much more at ease.
At the door a very friendly middle-aged woman asked us if we were members.We said no, that we are brand new and would like to stay for both the dinnerand play time afterward. The woman collected $30 from my Master. She then gavehim $2000 in club currency to be used in the auction later this evening oron another day. The woman asked a man standing close by to give us a tour.The man was very large and probably in his mid 50's. We came to find laterthat he was the woman's Master. He had a very strange voice, but gave us thetour uneventfully. He showed us the kitchen and where the bathroom was. Theninto the lounge where we saw several couches and chairs, and 2 large TVs andVCRs accompanied by a rack full of BDSM videos. It was clean, and in a lowbrowway, comfortable. We walked through the lounge to the play space. Master'sand my eyes grew wide, and our nerves became active again. I started to haveto pee about every half hour. The strange large man described all of the equipmentand how we might use it. We were both fascinated and intimidated by it all.There were a number of "stations". There were places to tie a sub to a cross,or in a cage, or torture chair, stretching rack and spanking chair. The chairwas interesting as it had a box that encapsulated the Bottom's head to blockout any senses other than touch. There was also suspension equipment, and astage that had a St. Andrew's cross. I correctly assumed that is where theauction would be held. There were weights at certain stations, but otherwiseyou were to bring your own toys. The one piece of equipment that fascinatedme the most though was the spanking table. It was not a permanent piece ofequipment explained the fat man, but one of the members brought it with himwhen he attended these events, and the group could use it. He told us thatthe man who owned it makes and sells them.
Once we completed our tour, we got a soda (alcohol and drugs are not permittedin this club) and sat down in the lounge. I felt very conspicuous and out ofplace. There was no doubt that I was the most attractive woman in the place,and many of the men, and some of the women were leering at me. There were definitelysome strange things we began to see. One Dominatrix sitting close by had herslave on the floor at her feet. She said hello, and we introduced ourselvesto them both. It became very clear that he was not allowed to speak. Anothercouple (both women) had greeted each other with an extremely familiar kiss.In fact they were making out. My Master and I kept asking each other if wewere comfortable, and if we thought I would be brave enough to participatein any of the games that evening. We had decided previously that I would ifwe were both comfortable enough. A bit later, dinner was served.
The dinner was potluck, and I had made a tossed salad. Many of the club memberswere excellent cooks. We began speaking to a man and a woman as we ate ourmeals. She had been to this club a number of times, and it was his first timeto this club, but had frequented others. As the evening wore on John, the manin this duo became a very good source of information to us.
Dinner concluded, and though we were sitting in the lounge area, we couldsee that the lights dimmed in the play area. We had begun speaking with a marriedcouple, who by the look of it was the most similar pair as us. We naturallygravitated to one another, and found that they were about the same age, 40ish,and professionals who had children. The biggest difference though was thatshe was the Top and he was the Bottom. I remember being very surprised withthis information. They had visited this club once before a short time ago.We spoke for some time, then went into the play area to check it all out. Theauction was going to begin shortly.
As the auctioneer came around asking for those who would be selling their "wares",I remember feeling a little bit giddy. I wanted to do it, but wasn't readyyet. My Master had gone out to the car to get our bag of toys in case we hadwanted to play. I did not volunteer to be auctioned, but requested the abilityto do so if I changed my mind. The woman said to seek her out if I chose todo so. When I told my Master, he approved of my decision, saying let's waitto see how it goes. He was excited to know that we could get involved laterif we chose to.
The auction began. About 10 people, both tops and bottoms, auctioned theirservices. There was one cross dresser who was blindfolded. Most of the auctionee'swere women, and most were bottoms. There were 2 tops, both Male who auctionedtheir services. Most of them all were very large. However, there was one bottomwho was a very attractive girl. She was small, and had a very athletic build.Her hair reached her waist, and she was bid on for the highest amount by far.Her selling price was over 3x the next highest. In watching her new owner withher over the course of the evening, I was happy I did not auction myself off.She was spanked and beaten many times. Her nipples were tortured with clothespins,and she was also tickled. They played a number of scenes together. Her asswas bright red most of the night. She seemed to love it though, and stayedquiet and very submissive during her scenes. During the auction, scenes continuedto take place. Every now and then you would hear a gasp or cry of pain. Thecross dresser, who had an enormous cock, was tortured by the Dominatrix whohad the silent slave.
Once the auction concluded, everyone went off to have their scenes. The spankingtable was then set up in the middle of the room, and a young woman was placedon it for her birthday spanks. She was turning 26 the next day, and anyonewho wished could give her the same number of spanks. Some did so with theirhand, others used a paddle, and still others used a whip. She loved it. Shewas smiling and laughing the whole time. I urged my Master to spank her too,and he did so using his bare hand. I was getting so hot watching her.
For a long while, we just watched. The other couple we spoke with playedout a scene, and we watched them. Other couples got into it as well, and theslaves who were auctioned were getting themselves taken care of. The leeringstarted to become even more obvious. I had put my collar on prior to goinginto the auction, and had many people compliment me on it. I was getting veryhot watching the night unfold. Whips were flying. Canes were flogging. Clampswere pinching. Much of it was too intense for my pain threshold, at least thisfar into my training. John mentioned to my Master and me that a year from now,we would be right up there with them.
As the night went on, I began to work up my courage. I told my Master thatI wanted to be naked. I had such a strong urge to exhibit myself. I could tellthat most of the people there had been watching me and my Master, knowing wewere new, and they thought I was very attractive. Several had commented onit. John had warned us that we must be careful. These events prey on peoplelike us, because they will want to take me for their own. I told Master I wasready. I wanted to be strapped into the spanking table. We waited our turn,and he approached the owner of the table. It was going to happen. I could notstop it now. I didn't want to stop it now. My heart was pounding. I was sureeveryone could see it pumping through my chest.
The table owner fit me for the table with my clothes on. This helped putme at ease. I climbed onto the table and lied down. He made the adjustmentsand fitted me in comfortably. The table was incredibly comfortable. Then Iknew it was time to take off my clothes. I was tormented. First I removed myboots and socks, then the top, then my jeans. I was in my bra and thong only.I had noticed previously that nobody really had pretty underwear. This wasa novelty for all to see tonight. I faced the wall, mortified and ashamed.I had never been naked in public before. I removed my bra, and asked Masterif I should keep my thong on. He said no. He was very strong about it, andI knew there would be no arguing. I took it off. I was naked, and humiliated.He paraded me around to the back of the table where I was to climb on. Theplaces that held my legs were spread wide apart. I knew my sex would be completelyexposed. My heart was thumping so loudly, I was sure everyone could hear it.The girl who had been spanked before me sat nearby. She reassured me that Iwould be very comfortable. I told her I was frightened. Then I heard someoneask my Master why there were lines on my ass. Several days ago he had recordedthe date in permanent marker on my ass for a different scene. The month 11showed on my left cheek, and the day 10 showed on my right. Everyone lovedthis. I told Master if he wanted to give someone else the paddle to use onme that I would be okay with that.
I had to remove my collar as it got in the way of the table. I did so, andhanded it to my Master. I climbed up into the table, and the owner began toarrange me. My hands reached down to the handlebar. Face down in the faceplate,which resembled that of a massage table. Hips up in the air bent over a pad.Finally, my legs were on the leg extensions. They began to strap me down. Myarms were locked in place. A strap locked my waist in. A strap was placed aroundeach thigh, and then I felt a leg press my foot to lock it in place and strapmy calves. I heard the owner ask Master if he wanted my head locked in as well.Master unwaveringly said yes. While this was going on, Master began pullingon my nipples, which were completely exposed on the underside of the table.
I heard the owner say I was ready. Master asked me if I was okay, and ready.I said yes. I felt the first blow of the paddle, then more, and more. Aboutfive minutes later, Master asked me if I'd had enough. No, I said. He continuedto spank me on my ass, and gave me a few swats on my pussy as well. He almostalways played with my nipples, pulling and twisting them while he spanked me.I heard someone say that it was a great feature… you could reach thetits while spanking the ass on this table. Master agreed, and said he wantedto buy one.
Master asked the owner if he wanted a turn at me. The owner jumped on thechance. He was much more harsh than my Master, and had me jumping at his blows.He told my Master that I color up nicely. Master felt very proud of this, andagreed. After a few minutes, I called Master over to my face. He asked if Iwanted to quit. I said no, but I needed a break from this professional spanker.Master let me rest a bit, and rubbed my ass. Then he started rubbing my clitand my nipples some more. I began to squirm on the table, and he got me sohot, I thought I might cum. I couldn't stop thinking about coming in frontof a room of people. It was both humiliating and exciting at the same time.People were gathering around and watching. Master told me so several times.He swatted me a few more times on my ass, and kept me going – teeteringon the edge.
Finally, I told him I wanted to get down. I wanted to try another station.Perhaps a good tit whipping would be fun. He got me off the table, and heldme and kissed me. He told me he was very proud of me. I had spent about a halfhour on the table. I knew I wanted another station, but I began to feel self-consciousagain. I told him I wanted to get dressed. He said I could.
Everyone had complimented both my Master and me on our performance. I wasvery proud, and so was he. We stayed for a little while longer, and then wenthome.
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