Auctioned To The Highest Bidder (DiverseDesires & Arkaniel )
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				Title: <strong>Auctioned To The Highest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 20:37:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Auctioned To The Highest Bidder</span></strong></div><br><div align="center">Content Warning: &nbsp; This story may contain Coercion as well as BDSM, humiliation, and more extreme fetishes.&nbsp; Back story is here. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96213.msg4180955#msg4180955)</div><br><br><br><div align="center">(http://i830.photobucket.com/albums/zz222/DiverseDesires/KateWeston.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Character name</strong>: Kate Weston<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Eyes: Dark Brown - almost green in certain lights; Hair Color: Dark Brown; Height: 5'3”;&nbsp; Build: 32c-25-32, fit, very supple, toned.<br><strong>Personality:</strong> A private, loving person, Kate overcame her shyness in the main, but still finds some social situations hard.&nbsp; She's learned to be herself though, and understand her emotional and physical needs, not pretending to be anything she isn't.<br><strong>Personality Traits:</strong> Quietly determined, loving, empathetic, loyal and playful<br><strong>Strengths:</strong> Having battled to overcome her shyness Kate is very centered, can think things though calmly, and is a loyal friend, very well-liked and popular. She's a good cook, and excellent at her job, taking a lot of pride in her work.<br><strong>Weaknesses:</strong> Her high sex drive and need to be dominated; she's a sucker for a sob story and is too kindhearted and generous to a fault.&nbsp; She can't resist dark chocolate and still goes weak at the knees every time she sees Tony and hate that she does.<br><strong>Likes:</strong> Dark Chocolate, chic flicks, good food, sketching, live music, running and walking outdoors, and being cared for and cherished.<br><strong>Dislikes:</strong> Snobbery, rudeness, sharp fruits, strong liquor, convenience food, being cooped up indoors all the time and being called Katy or Katherine.<br><br><br><strong>History</strong><br>Kate works as special needs support worker in an infant school.&nbsp; She supports three children and their families.&nbsp; She would&nbsp; have liked to become a teacher, but the combination of being dyslexic, and from a poor home (her mother being a single parent with health problems) meant she didn't go to uni.&nbsp; While her mother was alive she did what ever jobs she could, and was saving hard to get them a better home. Her mother died quite suddenly and Kate did a year volunteering abroad while she considered her options.&nbsp; <br><br>Whilst she was there she not only found a lot more confidence and inner peace she also found she really enjoyed working with the children, particularly those with special needs.&nbsp; When she got back home one of the key workers found and recommended her for the job she has now and she has stayed there ever since. Through supported part-time study she also now has basic qualifications in childcare and developmental child psychology and more specific professional diplomas in her area of expertise.<br><br>She had a long term relationship with an older man who understood her need to be dominated and introduced her to the BDSM scene.&nbsp; They lived together for three years until he moved to Europe for his work and they mutually agreed that their relationship had run it's course.&nbsp; <br><br>For the past couple of years she has stayed single, scening with the single Doms at the club, a couple of&nbsp; whom are regular play and bed mates.&nbsp; She's never been in love since Tony, and wonders if she ever will be.&nbsp; More than anything she would like to find love and happiness, have a family and a home and a Master who cherishes her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 22:33:56</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://blog.zap2it.com/pop2it/legacyimages/a/6a00d8341c630a53ef0120a58fba00970c-pi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character name</strong>: Anthony Michaels<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Eyes: a mixture of blue and grey, seemingly silver in darkened rooms or shadowed places; Hair Color: Dark Brown; Height: 6'2”;&nbsp; Build: Muscular, fit, toned and athletic.<br><strong>Personality</strong>: An outgoing person, Anthony likes to be the centre of attention. He is eloquent and can be very persuasive. He likes being in control and when things spin out of control, he reacts badly. He is also dominant both in everyday life and in the bedroom. He has a strong presence, a strong sense of self and is used to getting his way.<br><strong>Personality Traits</strong>: Suave, determined, loving in his own unique way for the rare few people close to his heart and a smidgeon obsessive.<br><strong>Strengths</strong>: Sure of himself, both in his looks and intelligence, he has what it takes to make it in the world. He can apply himself completely to a task, whether it is job-related, or reaching a different goal. He never gives up, however long it takes. He is also above average in most sports and likes to excel.<br><strong>Weaknesses</strong>: Kate and having problems with letting things go that didn’t go according to his plans/designs. He has difficulties getting attached to someone after Kate broke his heart.<br><strong>Likes:</strong> Sports, action movies, any kind of chocolate, surfing the internet and sex. With the sex comes a love for good looking women as well.<br><strong>Dislikes:</strong> Being reminded of the only girl that ever dumped him, McDonalds and Techno music.<br><br><br><strong>History</strong><br>Anthony Michaels has always been sure of himself. That started when he excelled in his primary school’s soccer team. It continued when he kept acing all the classes through junior High. It came to a climax when he realized just what his looks could deliver him in High School. Tony could get any girl he wanted and could convince any guy to do whatever Tony wanted him to do. He got top grades, and did a lot of AP classes, but there was one thing he wanted more than anything in High School.<br><br>Kate Weston.<br><br>He got her, despite her being an almost polar opposite of him. The only thing they really had in common was their popularity… but they clicked, they dated and they discovered something beautiful between them. Then, it was over for reasons unknown.<br><br>Tony changed a lot after that. He became more focussed and closed off, more determined than ever and seemed fuelled by an inner rage. He applied himself completely to a life where he could forget Kate. <br><br>Despite becoming one of the youngest billionaires in the USA, creating a new OS for computers world wide, founding his own firm that rivalled Microsoft and Apple, he never got over Kate. He was rich, popular and the most eligible bachelor in the country. He never settled down, however.<br><br>Moving to the Orange County, close to LA a few years ago, brought him back into contact with Kate. He was a fervent ‘Master’, and attended BDSM clubs, since he never settled for a single, long term sub. That is where he ran into Kate. It renewed his want for her, even though feelings of love had long been forgotten and had turned into an almost obsessive hatred.<br><br>More than anything, he wants to get back at Kate for breaking him in Senior year, humiliating him in front of his friends and daring to… daring to dump him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 12:05:54</strong>
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				Kate kissed Ryan's cheek, sitting on his lap, waiting for their turns to go on the small stage, "Well, Sweetie, I'm sure that your wish will come true and Sexy Sam will snap you up."<br><br>Ryan was nervous, he had a desperate crush on the the new guy, Sam, and was hoping that tonight Sam would buy him.&nbsp; Ryan had been flirting with him for the past couple of weeks and there definitely seemed some chemistry between them so Katy hoped it would work that way for him.<br><br>She was nervous for a totally different reason. In fact her stomach was knotted up so tightly she was only breathing with the top part of her chest.&nbsp; She hooked her fingers under the leather chest harness his was wearing, "God this is hot Ryan," then she whispered in his ear, "And the coconut oil is going to drive him wild"&nbsp; <br><br>Ryan giggled, "Trust you to notice," he squeezed her tight and then kissed her cheek lightly, "You're a doll, and don't think I don't know what you're doing, and it's working."&nbsp; <br><br>He grinned, and Kate grinned back, "Good," and as the compare master called out Ryan's name she slid off his lap, "Go get them sexy," she growled at him, making him laugh again as he disappeared through the curtain.<br><br>It was her next, and she walked up to the curtain, listening to the bidding and comments being called out.&nbsp; She was trembling all over, the stage fright was still so hard to deal with that she closed her eyes and took some relaxing deep breaths.&nbsp; She had to concentrate on the sexual excitement of the unknown master, not all the eyes who would be looking just at her.&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't need to adjust the bronze basque she had bought for tonight.&nbsp; It molded perfectly to her body, making her feel as sexy as hell, her breasts lay in the cups swelling out to form two perfect mounds that just begged to be caressed.&nbsp; She ran her hands down her sides, smoothing the delicate lace ruffle at the bottom and felt the bare patch of&nbsp; flesh at the top of her thighs. She loved touching her own skin, she had always been an incredibly sensual person and touch, taste, smell, all lit her up like a beacon.&nbsp; She was wearing lacy topped stockings and high heels that she just couldn't resist when she saw them in the shop, the wide silk black ribbon lacing criss-crossing her feet and up her ankles that had felt to her just like being beautifully tied.&nbsp; <br><br>She heard the whoop on stage from Ryan and smiled, he'd got his wish then.&nbsp; He was one of the sweetest male subs at the club and they'd hit it off from the first moment they'd met.&nbsp; She had such wonderful friends here, who accepted her for who she was, and doing this charity auction was was one way she could say thank you to the committee and the friends who now surrounded her.&nbsp; She refused to think of the fly in the ointment, the one thing that threatened to spoil her contentment, tonight at least she didn't have to think of him at all.<br><br>So......&nbsp; Chin up she told herself, and smile, she ran her fingers under the edge of her lacy thong, making sure it lay perfectly and walked through the curtain as they called her name.&nbsp; She stepped up onto the block as they read out her listing, and she made her eyes focus on the back wall, biting her top lip slightly as she always did when she was nervous. Then she smiled, a real come and get me smile, feeling the stirring of the erotic promise of the night as the bidding started.&nbsp; She concentrated on that and let the stage fright fade a little.&nbsp; She lifted her hands and slipped them to cup the back of her neck under her hair and then sensual slid them up, lifting her hair with them, spreading her legs slightly and felt her nipples peak.&nbsp; <br><br>As the bids increased the slave master came and buckled the collar with it's tag saying 'Yours for the night' that they'd had designed with the charity logo on it and she shivered with the spike of pure pleasure that rocked through her.&nbsp; She lowered her arms and he placed the leash in her hands to hold, saying quietly how beautiful she looked.&nbsp; He turned her round, so that her back faced the audience, knowing that the lacing of the back of the basque across her golden skin and the two mouthwatering peaches of her ass cheeks would send the bidding even higher.&nbsp; <br><br>It was easier to have her back to the audience and she shimmied slowly, hearing the bidding go even higher than she thought it would, Kate felt a warm glow spread inside, it was such a boost to know she was seen as so desirable.&nbsp; She knew Men thought her beautiful, and she was lucky to have a good figure, but it had taken her a long, long time to get any confidence about it, and she still blushed when complimented or admired in that way.&nbsp; <br><br>"Turn round and kneel now," The Master said quietly and she did so, bowing her head slightly and looking down at the leash in her hands, wondering who would be having her, the club was jam packed for the event so she might end up with someone she'd never played with.<br><br>There was a slight pause and she heard the auction master say going......&nbsp; going.......<br><br>And then a voice called out, that made her head reel and her heart jump, she would know that voice anywhere.........&nbsp; The blood drained from her face as Tony imperiously doubled the last bid, and the crowed whooped and cheered.&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't even hear the ending, or the gavel coming down.&nbsp; Two black, extremely expensive handmade leather shoes came into view and a hand reached down to take the leash, aghast she looked up into the face she knew so well, whispering, "No............."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 13:31:44</strong>
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				Anthony gritted his teeth in frustration. Traffic wasn’t cooperating well, as he was trying to get from LAX to downtown LA in the late evening rush. The engine of&nbsp; his sleek, black Porsche roared as he throttled the gas, impatiently trying to worm his way between the other cars. Tonight, it was more important than ever before he would get at the club on time.<br><br>At first, the software designer hadn’t intended to go to the charity auction being held. He had declined the initial invitation. Instead, he had planned to spend the day in New York, attending the Microsoft development exposition. While his own company, Blackware, was pushing his rivals off the market, it wouldn’t do to lose track of the competition. The exposition had been underwhelming, presenting a new, marginally improved version of Windows and the new Office package, which while looking fancy was even more complicated to use than ever before.<br><br>All in all, it had been a waste of time.<br><br>Till his blackberry had rung with a text message from one of his ‘friends’ at the club. It seemed that as soon as it became known he wouldn’t be at the auction, Kate Weston had put her name up. It maddened him to know she was purposefully avoiding him and even selling herself out to other men, seemingly delighting in avoiding his grasp forever. But that was not counting on his private jet.<br><br>As soon as he got the message, he took his leave, rushed through JFK-airport security and told his pilot to take off. They had flown the maximum allowed speed above land, and reach LAX a mere 4 hours later, even as night was falling. So far, Kate hadn’t been put up on stage just yet, so he was lucky. Nevertheless, he speeded through the traffic, determined to get there in time. <br><br>Just as the clock struck ten pm, he pulled over, stepping out of his cars, tossing the keys to one of the valets of the exclusive club and rushed in. He flashed his membership card at the entrance, a sense of urgency overtaking him as he ran inside. He arrived just in the main area, with the stage and the excited crowd, to see a delicious looking Kate, showing off a collar, dressed in the sexiest bronze basque he had ever seen, as the final bid took place. Before the hammer struck, he shouted double the money from the last bid.<br><br>“Thirteen thousand dollars!” To him, it was pocket change and the crowd cheered at the highest bid of the night. The hammer struck and the deal was sealed. Confidently, he walked up to the stage. Dressed in a silk black shirt and a charcoal Armani suit, casual style, with tailored black leather shoes to complete the image of dark, rich and successful he had going, he stopped in front of the kneeling Kate, just as she looked up, aghast. He took the leash and smirked smugly, muttering in return, “At last, I have you, my sweet.”<br><br>-<br><br>An hour later, they pulled up near his seaside mansion in the Orange County, the part outside LA where the rich lived that didn’t constantly want to be in the celebrity gossip magazines. Where Beverly Hills was home to actors, actresses, singers and generally anyone in the entertainment sector, this part of California was home to business and career folk.<br><br>The drive over had been silent, Anthony revelling in his success, while also thinking up how to best spend those twelve hours he had ‘bought’ her for. He had so many plans, so many things he wanted to do. For years, ever since first seeing her again at the Club, he had been plotting his revenge. Now that he finally got to that point, he hardly know what to do first.<br><br>Parking on the gravel of his driveway, he got out of the convertible Porsche and started heading for the large mansion, displaying his financial success quite thoroughly. Suddenly, he turned, returning to the car, picked up the leash and bit out, “Come on ‘Katherine’, get inside. Crawling. You will crawl in front of me, all the way inside, to the end of the hallway and enter the room on your right.”<br><br>It was a room he had build especially for his darker tastes. It had no windows, was soundproofed, had several utilities like water and electricity and a drain. The floor was made in raw concrete, but there was also a stainless steel table, with a watering hole, a fridge and a few tables and cabinets full of toys and tools. For now, though, he was going to use the heavy handcuffs hanging from the ceiling, to chain her up, upright, with spread legs.<br><br>Before she started crawling, however, he ordered her, almost sneering, “Oh, and from now on, you call me Master Anthony.” He roughly pulled her out of the car, till she landed on her knees, before he softly kicked her delicious, almost bare ass, to get her moving.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 18:24:04</strong>
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				The look in his eyes as he took her leash shocked her.&nbsp; Kate had always tried to stay well clear of Tony, for her own safety, ever since that heartbreaking day.&nbsp; So to look once more directly into his eyes, and then see the cold, bitter sneering look on his face took the breath right out of her body.<br><br>Almost completely numb from shock, he only let her throw a coat round her shoulders and grab her holdall as he hustled her out of the club.&nbsp; Leaving and getting into his car&nbsp; happened in a haze of dismay, where nothing seemed quite real and when she raised her head to see what was going past her window she realised she remembered none of it clearly at all.<br><br>In the silence of the journey her mind became a jumbled mass of thoughts and emotions which vied with one another to be heard. She knew without a doubt though – now she had seen that look on his face – that these twelve hours with Tony were going to be some of the worst she'd ever had.<br><br>But even she was shocked with the brutality of him pushing her to her knees onto the gravel drive and his commands.&nbsp; She was so humiliated by his tone of voice, and so scared of what the night was going to hold for her she nearly did what he asked, the raw pain of his actions swamping her.&nbsp; <br><br>She pushed herself up onto her hands, biting her lips at the pain of the hard flints digging into her knees and shins, and ripping her stockings.&nbsp; Of all things that almost made her cry, her stockings....... she bought them for a night of caring, exciting dominance, a gift to the man who would buy her and now they were in ruins.&nbsp; She swallowed back the tears and pushed up on her hands, getting to her feet, "Tony," she said quietly, her eyes trying to meet his, "You know you can't do this, no abuse, it says so on the auction listing, and this isn't right, not this, not you..."<br><br>She gestured at the open door of the car, "Let me get my coat and my bag, and we can talk."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 13:24:54</strong>
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				When she resisted and spoke, Anthony turned back in anger. He was immensely attracted to her still, but the fact that she had dumped him, in public, giving no reason at all, especially when the day before they had declared their love for each other, caused him to hate her. At first, he had been heartbroken and angry, but over the years, the resentment had grown, as he couldn’t connect to anyone else like he had to her. She had scarred him in his opinion and she had defied him. The resentment really turned to an obsessive hatred when he met her again a few years ago, in that club, where she was offering her body to any man, except him. She consistently avoided him and turned him down, each time fuelling his hatred even more. And now, now that he owned her, at least for these twelve hours, he would make her life hellish, like she had done to him.<br><br>He smirked. If she insisted on the rules of the contract and the abuse not being allowed, he would obey those rules, which were still open to a loose interpretation and offered only the barest protection. He had skimmed her rules when she was still coming to terms with the result of the auction and had been gathering her things. Those rules didn’t forbid him from being rough, cruel even and to do pretty much anything he wanted with her that was still legal in the BDSM lifestyle.<br><br>He stepped towards her and twisted the leash skilfully. He pressed her down, bent forward over the hood of his Porsche, her breasts supporting her weight on the sleek, cooling metal. He twisted the leash deftly, wrapping it twice around her arms, tying them behind her back, before he lifted the hold of the leash, lifting them up while her body remained bent down. He stood behind her now, holding her in place with his hips and the one hand on the leash, keeping her in a hold that he knew was rather uncomfortable and a bit painful, yet not agonizingly so. His other hand slid to her behind a grasped it tightly, squeezing one of her ass cheeks.<br><br>“Talk?” He bit out. “You want to talk now, after ten years of not wanting to talk to me? I asked you to talk. I tried to talk to you, but you ignored me, Katherine”, he used her full name on purpose, knowing how she hated it. “And the rules of the contract? You dare use them against me while you don’t stick to them? I bought you for twelve hours. Twelve hours I can do anything I wish to you that is not expressly against your contracted wishes. And you have to obey me. Those are the rules you signed to, as did I. Or are you an even worse sub than you were a girlfriend? I told you to crawl. You refused. I told you to call me Master Anthony and only Master Anthony. You did not do so. What am I to do with you then? Hmmm?”<br><br>His voice was cold, detached, hinting at his hatred and at his none to gentle plans for her. He continued talking nevertheless.<br><br>“Perhaps I need to show you how to be a proper sub. Perhaps you need to be taught your place, which is for tonight, beneath me. Far beneath me. And for your first infraction…”, he trailed off. The hand on her ass suddenly grasped the panties and viciously tore them off, the material cutting almost into her skin before tearing apart. He tossed the strap of cloth to the side dismissively, before opening up his pants, lowering them just a bit. The prospect of having her already had him hard and throbbing since he actually bought her, so he needed not waste time there.<br><br>Thrusting his hips forward, without further preamble, he pushed his entire cock, all nine inches of steel hard flesh, inside of her in one smooth move. He did not care for her pleasure now. He just wanted to humiliate her by feeling it. And now, he would humiliate her further by forcing her to enjoy it. He knew just how to do so. He remembered some of her buttons from their time together, a decade ago. And he had learned many, many new tricks during the time in between then and now. <br><br>His one hand still held the leash as he slowly started thrusting. He was aware of the safe word, but he was determined to take this as far as he could without her using it. While he would be forced to respect it, the same rules stated that she was only allowed to use it when he was really violating the rules. And he wasn’t, he was sure of that. He would make sure. He pulled out, till only his head was still inside her, before pushing in again, slowly, taking his time to fill her completely up again. His other hand dropped lower and started rubbing the circles around her clitoris, just tantalizingly touching the edges of the nub now accessible due to her spread labia, in a way that he knew would drive her crazy.<br><br>And he kept going, until she either begged him or she broke and came, the ultimate humiliation he could heap on her with this forced act…<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 19:45:09</strong>
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				When Katy had seen Tony walk into the club all those months ago she had known, known instantly...... that she wasn't over him, would never be over him, and, with a grief that made her heart ache so much it almost blindsided her, that she would never love anyone again, not like.........him.......<br><br>Katy had been standing in the far corner, talking to friends in the social area. She'd stood very still, watching him, unobserved, letting the shock of seeing him sink in. She made her face a mask polite attention but all the while her friends talked, and while Tony was unaware of her, she had watched the way he greeted members, took their hands, smiled....... She hadn't needed to look down at his wrist, she knew he was a Dom, every inch a Dom.&nbsp; The heated image of him clasping her wrists with one hand, and pressing them firmly on the ground above her head as he took her urgently and hard, all those years ago rocked through her.&nbsp; She hadn't twigged, but now......... it was like door opening on another world and it all made sense. Dreadful sense.<br><br>She'd grabbed her holdall, ready to run, and then remembering her commitment slipped though the door on the far side, thankful she'd arranged to meet a married couple in one of the private play rooms and it wasn't something more public. It was only a reprieve though as on the way out later that evening she had run smack dab into him.<br><br>Then, like tonight, his gaze had ripped open her soul.&nbsp; The bitter, cold, sneering look in his eyes had filled her with pain.&nbsp; It had been a bigger shock than seeing him.&nbsp; She'd not even been able to answer his simple greeting, shutting off everything, turning, and making her escape, holing up and licking her wounds until she made herself find a way to try a deal with it.<br><br>She had tried to protect herself as much as possible by going to the club on nights he was unlikely to be there, and stayed as far away from as possible when he was. But she had watched him, not able to take her eyes of him whenever he didn't know she was looking - and night by night he filled her dreams and had wrecked her peaceful existence.&nbsp; She refused to move, to leave all her friends, her job, her little home that was all hers.&nbsp; But the battle had been, still was... a hard one, and the battle had just taken a new dimension.&nbsp; Here.... now.......&nbsp; she knew that if she didn't find a way of shutting off, a battle she'd loose with disasterous consequences.<br><br>She'd seen what a practiced Dom he was, and she'd also seen in the paper over the years the continuous succession of beautiful women who'd been on his arm, but it didn't prepare her for his swift and instantly dominating binding of her arms and the accuracy of how he used the leverage to completely subdue her.&nbsp; He was a very different man to the boy she'd known.....&nbsp; but he still had the power to crush her in a far more effective way than he was doing at the moment.&nbsp; And that was what she had, HAD to find a way of dealing with.<br><br>But no matter how hard she tried to get a hold of her feelings her body betrayed her.&nbsp; She was already feeling the instant attraction she'd always felt around him, but now the dominance as well had her fired up and almost panting at his mastery.&nbsp; She had to bite her lip not cry out as he tore her panties off, the pain only secondary to the need to contain what she really felt from him.&nbsp; <br><br>Her name sounded like poison in his mouth, and his words made her eyes fill with tears.&nbsp; He was right, she thought miserably, he did have the right to demand her full compliance, no matter what else she'd signed a contract to give herself up for 12 hours and that is what she must do.&nbsp; Even if it was him, even if her hated her. It was no different to the way he had used her before, she'd been the stupid one who had thought it was something else, now she knew the score.&nbsp; She was an adult, all she had to do was get through the night, and then she'd make sure she never let this happen again.<br><br>She pressed her cheek against the cool metal of the car, trying to center herself.&nbsp; Inside she was trembling, feeling more vulnerable than she had ever done in her entire life.<br><br>Then he drove into her, and no matter how hard she tried to suppress it she cried out with intensity of him filling her.&nbsp; It was if he was ripping down the curtain she'd drawn across their past, he'd taken her for the first time, made her feel they were whole only when they were together, that her cunt was the sleeve his cock was made for.&nbsp; And it felt like that, even through the pain and the anguish, he fitted her, made her whole....... she hated him for it, hated........ hated.....hated....... him for it.<br><br>As his hand reached for her she wished he'd just take her, just leave her to cope with the what was allready happening to her.&nbsp; The first time he'd made her cum she'd been riding him, head back she'd had to shut eyes to the glory of the night sky, mewling and shuddering, creaming around him and his voice as well as his hand had carried her through it telling her how beautiful she was, telling her he ….....<br><br>But she had changed and learned as much as him, her body wasn't playing to the tune he thought it was...... unfortunately for Kate it was almost ready to explode with him..... inside her. Heated waves rippled through her with each thrust and she groaned trying to keep them at bay.&nbsp; Her lover and Dom had trained her to cum from her G-spot very easily.&nbsp; He'd been a sensual man who loved her to cum again and again. He'd brought her G-spot more and more alive and reactive until she very multi-orgasmic and the men she had scened with since then, loved how responsive she was.&nbsp; <br><br>But responsive was an understatement when it came to Tony inside her, she'd never needed to cum so quickly, so suddenly without a build up before.&nbsp; She pulled against the bindings of her arms, bringing the pain level up to try and pull her back, breathing, swearing in her head but to no avail.&nbsp; The humiliation of needing to ask so soon, of bowing to his power, and giving him his due was a bitter task so her voice broke slightly as she asked, "Please Master Anthony may I cum?" she only just managed to get the whole sentence out, whimpering and biting down on her lip hard, tasting the iron in her mouth.&nbsp; He wanted her submission for twelve hours, and she would give that to him, as was his right, he already had her heart, but the most important thing was that he never knew it, and that he didn't break it all over again.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 18:06:48</strong>
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				It had been ten years since he felt this. Ten years since he had been buried inside of her. And it felt so different, yet very much the same, too. She was not as virginally tight as she used to be, but to him at least –perhaps on account of him being generously well-endowed- she still felt tighter than most of the subs at the club and most of the girls he took to his bed before he entered the BDSM club life. Yet, it still felt unique, uniquely her. The girl he had fallen in love with, now the woman he had never forgotten. She was writhing beneath him struggling against her bonds, yet seemingly welcoming him inside of her. Where first she had still been mostly dry, she was now dripping around him, dripping on the hood of his car. She was aroused, highly so, and from the way her body was reacting, she was already close to cumming, so swiftly it was surprising.<br><br>Over the past ten years, Anthony Michaels had become a bit of a celebrity. He was one of the richest men in the world, coming close to rivalling companies like Google and Apple and catching up to Microsoft as well. His Operating System was the most popular one nowadays. And his company was foraying into services previously dominated by Microsoft. With the money came fame. With the fame came paparazzi. He was elevated to a celebrity status and most of his life, even his private affairs, we splayed out over many magazines and on television.<br><br>He always appeared with a beautiful woman on his arm. He was rather infamous for having a different woman on each occasion. Many, especially in his earlier years, had been one-night stands. His amount of conquests dwarfed that of pretty much anyone at his college and university. Oh, the first year, after the break up, he had thrown himself into his studies. He proved to be so talented in his chosen field, he hardly needed all the hard work. And his urges grew. Especially the urge to wash away sweet little Katy from his mind.<br><br>Even with thousands of woman having warmed his bed, he never could forget her. She always staid on his mind. Not just the way her face was frozen in an expression of utter ecstasy the moment before she exploded all around his cock. Not the way her large eyes impishly looked up at him when she gave him his first blowjob. Nor the way her voice sounded when she urged him on to an earth-shattering climax. No… just the way she smiled so brightly when he told her he loved her. The way her eyes lit up when she saw him arriving at her home. The caress of her fingertips in thanks for that one red rose he had given her for their one month anniversary. <br><br>He had loved her. And now? He hated her with a passion he couldn’t describe.<br><br>Despite his string of endless one night stands, he had also attempted full on relationships. He never could find what he had had with her. He did think he had found something with his first true sub. He discovered himself to be a dominant. He quickly grew to be very skilled and experienced, as he had the money to afford almost daily visits to a club. Some subs he kept for a longer time and eventually, he specialized in obtaining the inexperienced newbies, some still in doubt whether or not they were sub. And he broke them all in, keeping them for days, weeks even, making them submit completely to him, making them beg for more of his delicious, cruel, but oh so pleasurable torture. He remained cold as ice on the inside though, never keeping them once they broke.<br><br>And now, he had Kate Weston again. He had her in the position she belonged. The position she should have been in for the past ten years. A sub to him, his lover, his companion, his partner, his everything. For the next twelve hours, she was that. He would use those twelve hours to show both just how much she had missed out and how much her actions had hurt him. He would hurt and break her in return, through a very potent weapon, that of humiliation. And when she pleaded him for an orgasm so quickly already… he denied her.<br><br>“No, you aren’t allowed to”, he told her strictly. “I don’t want you to cum. I want you to hold back till I’ve had my pleasure. Or are you such a bad little girl that can’t even fulfil her master’s wishes?” he was taunting her. She knew as did he that he was skilled enough to keep going for an hour at least, as he had evidenced when they were still together and as he had shown often in the club. And by getting so close so swiftly, swifter than he had ever seen her coming, even during her semi-public performances, she betrayed her own attraction to him and his current method… and she confirmed that she was sensitive to her G-spot, more than most women even.<br><br>He shifted slightly, and started thrusting so the head of hic cock, followed by most of his impressive length, pushed into and brushed against her G-spot every single thrust. He kept up the steady pace, neither fast nor slow, his thrusts deep and hard, almost roughly so. The leash around her arms forced her to arch and bend to his will, keeping her locked in position, helpless on his large cock. His fingers on her clitoris now went for a full on assault, squeezing the swollen organ between index and middle finger, while rubbing incessantly up and down over the tip with the rims of the fingerprint on his thumb. Oh, he was fully intent on making her cum, without his permission. Multiple times if he could, humiliating her by disobeying his order not to, followed by an intense punishment session. To make things worse, he leaned somewhat closer and bit out, “You haven’t earned the right to cum. You haven’t earned the right to pleasure…”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 20:17:21</strong>
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				It didn't surprise her that he said no, she couldn't have imagined him saying yes.&nbsp; Some no's they came with a secure dominion, a drive to make the pleasure more intense, to carry submission to its next level, denying as well receiving.&nbsp; She had learned to pull back for any other man, to use different techniques to pause, to fall back, even to go slightly further and rejoice in that keen edge.&nbsp; Most Doms had judged her capacity well, even getting her to extend them, and fully enjoy the release when it was given to her in a joyous way that had always thrilled her. She's learned which Men loved her to plead, which preferred the silent or noisy battle that was lost to gain the pleasure of punishment, but this man was none of those.&nbsp; She knew all he wanted from this was to grind her submission into dust.<br><br>She drove her mind into the dark place where emotion and feeling could be be denied, the ultimate fall back emotionally and physically.&nbsp; It was only a temporary reprieve, a few breaths of shutting off the sensations, it always left her tired and bleakly lost, and she'd very rarely had to use it, but by doing so she was able to gain a respite and drop right back down to the sensations of the car against her face, her breasts squashed and aching, the muscles in her calves and arms strained and taught.&nbsp; <br><br>She knew that Tony was waiting for her fail, wanted her cum, but for the first time ever she didn't want to give that to her Dom in the way she normally would, to offer it up lovingly as a tasty morsel and an offering to her master's table.&nbsp; It wasn't pride nor was it an attempt to try and obey his command, she just needed to hold back for a while; know that he did not make all the choices; that a tiny part of her was still going to fight, so that when the surrender came she had been true to her abilities, and true to herself<br><br>So as he ground against her G-spot and then manipulated her clitoris with the unique torture of trying to make her cum and telling her not to, Katy made the climb as long as she could, until her head was back and her breathing was coming in ragged gasps.&nbsp; Her skin was on fire from being on the edge for so long and her eyes rolled back as her heart threatened to explode in her chest.&nbsp; She knew not to ask again, he'd already said not until he came, but it was only going to be a few breaths more and nothing in the world could stop her falling over the edge.<br><br>In that moment she saw with clarity the loving face of her dreams, felt again the joy of being filled with her first love and given her first orgasm with his fingers.&nbsp; She would give herself to that man, not the one who ended up betraying her and breaking her heart – but the man in her dreams who stayed true to her and loved her for ever.&nbsp; <br><br>It was easy then to slip into the whirlpool and surrender, the only thing she held back was his name on her lips, crying out and shaking as the whirlwind took her, and as she'd held back so hard she now rode the fiercest of waves.&nbsp; Tony pushed her through it and into the next in seconds, and then before that had even died to an echo his fingers brought completion from her clitoris too. Not even able to breathe her muscles clamping down on the driving piston of his cock milked him fiercely. The sensation of him filling her so full and still drilling through, using the juices now oozing out in a torrent from her release to lubricate the narrow pathway, then made her cry out again and again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 00:06:00</strong>
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				She stood her ground, resisting the climax he could feel building up in her. Anthony could see and feel the signs of the impending orgasm, already more than obvious when she begged for his permission. He had denied her and pushed her on, increasing his ministrations till she was right on that very edge. And for a few nearly breathless minutes, she held on, persevering his efforts. And then, she failed, exploding on his cock. Another one and another one followed shortly, each one faster and harder than the last, in a crescendo of unwanted ecstasy. And Anthony delighted in it, soaking up her cries and moans and the way her spasms rocked her body, betraying the fact she had been trying to hold back, but failed.<br><br>He had reached his first girl.<br><br>He kept thrusting inside of her, forcing her body to tumble over the edge again and again, relentlessly, as her vaginal muscles milked him, the leash pulling her entire body taut. Both his cock and fingers kept pushing her on, even as he slowly let go of the leash, allowing the tremors to shake her body even more. Tony leaned closer, his voice cold, bitter and strict as he bit out, “You failed, Katherine. You failed to please me. You are not even worthy of my cum if you can’t obey a simple request like mine. You are barely even worthy of my cock, of my touch, yet you still are mine, like you should have been and stayed.” His words betrayed his emotions, a trickle of the hurt of so long ago, unintentionally.<br><br>“The only thing you have earned, my beautiful little slave, is a punishment”, he told her, chillingly. He stood back, pulling his cock out of her and releasing his touch of her. Swiftly, he pulled the leash, pulling her off the hood of his car. He eyed the drops of her liquid on the sleek, black metal and ordered her, “Clean up after yourself first. Now. I won’t have your failure coating my car.”<br><br>Watching on as she was forced to comply, he gave her those precious few moments to recover enough for his next order. While cruel, he was still a master in the art of BDSM and he knew that any body had its limits. And hers would be tested, soon.<br><br>“Now, crawl next to me, like a good little pet. Or is that too difficult for you, too much to ask of you? Is the concept of loyalty still a mystery to you? If not, you will now follow me.” There was not an ounce of respect, not a sliver of care in his voice. His blue eyes narrowed as he started walking towards the house, leading her by her leash over the gravel to the room that had been his original destination. Only this time, he would use something else first. Once they were in the room, he turned on the light, revealing the fully fitted BDSM chamber. Soundproof, sterile, clean and with every tool and piece of equipment imaginable&nbsp; to go from kinky vanilla to extreme, some open to view on tables, others hidden in one of the many cabinets. But for now, it was simple. He let go of the leash and told her, “You will go to that bowl and fill it by pressing the tap above it. You will drink three times its fill, not wasting a drop and not lifting the bowl from the floor.”<br><br>He walked to the side and pointed at two chains, each with a handcuff at the end, hanging from a beam attached to the ceiling. He continued his order by telling her, “You will then come here and chain yourself to these things. And when you are done, you will politely ask me for your punishment. No… you will thoroughly plead and beg me for your punishment. You will have to convince me you absolutely have to be punished by me to learn how to be a proper sub again.” As he finished talking, he picked up a small, straight, black whip from a table, caressing it almost lovingly. It was a single riding crop, which it obviously wasn’t used for.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 02:02:27</strong>
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				Kate looked down at the trail of her juices, the highly polished car giving a faint reflection of her own face.&nbsp; She wondered, if she looked into a mirror right now what she would see.....&nbsp; would the shock and pain be visible on her face?&nbsp; She knew she had to shut down more of her emotional response if she was going to get through the night and as she bent to lick the scent of her sex off the warm ticking metal she closed her eyes, making herself concentrate on that and nothing else, letting everything else fall away.&nbsp; <br><br>She couldn't change who she essentially was, the sub in her needed not only to obey to the commands that were rightful ones, but also to react the the needs of the man dominating her.&nbsp; So, if she gave herself to him properly how was she supposed to keep that small part of her fragile self safe?&nbsp; As she bent lower, finding a small comfort in a task that she had done in training she realised that this was what she had been looking for.&nbsp; If she looked at this night as training, not a matter of pleasing, caring and giving herself up with honour and beauty like she normally would then she could see it just a steps she was trying to take, she'd fail in many of them as Tony would obviously want that.&nbsp; But she'd still learn from it, bring what she had learned to people who would value it and there would be small success too that would help her bear the pain.<br><br>Tony pulled her so fast as he strode across the gravel she didn't even have a chance to kneel or try to crawl across the wickedly sharp surface, and she wondered if he realised that cutting her knees up that badly could not be seen as anything other than a step too far, and if that was affecting his behaviour.&nbsp; As he pulled her through the doorway he did pause and she sank gracefully to her knees,&nbsp; putting her mind into training mode, hearing once more the words in her head, 'Always with grace and often with style'<br><br>She crawled along the corridor just behind him, feeling the ragged ridges of her torn stockings dig into her knees on the hard, cold tiles, keeping her head bowed, and hung on tightly to the fact there was only a little over eleven hours to go, that was all...... <br><br>She didn't look up until he directed her to the bowl and the chains, and as she saw one the most well stocked, modern, private dungeon playrooms she'd ever seen she wondered if Tony, now he was so rich, ever denied himself anything.&nbsp; He probably didn't...... his selfish behaviour all those years ago had likely escalated with the wealth he had at his command, and she hardened her heart a little, thinking of how much good a man like him could do for her children and their families.&nbsp; Yes he could use her, make her submit to his demands, but there was no honour in him, no love or humanity, if she wavered she must remember that.<br><br>"Yes Master Anthony," she said quietly, crawling neatly to the bowl and filling it as he requested, her leash hanging down and clinking against the side of the bowl.&nbsp; She wondered how he treated his other subs, he obviously thrived on the more demeaning aspects of D/S the large pet bowl on the floor bore witness to how far above he liked to be.&nbsp; She'd played with this aspect of submission, but it had not been a big 'on' for her, her list for the auction said no pony play, but she had been happy to be a pet for the night, for a man who liked that kind of thing. For her it was more about the giving, in that situation, the pleasure in their eyes.. hers.&nbsp; As she sucked the water, she knew without looking she was not giving that enjoyment to tony though, there wouldn't be a soft smile on his face or a deep longing for a pet to nuzzle and love him.&nbsp; <br><br>She drank steadily, keeping her breathing even, to drink so much was going to be hard for her and she knew better than to try and rush it.&nbsp; After the first bowl and while she refilled it she stretched slightly, easing her cramped stomach and unkinking it from the tightly squashed position it was in as she knelt right down to lap from the bowl. Looking down at the water her tummy rolled in distaste, telling her it did not want another drop, but she bent back down and drank some more.&nbsp; The cold water at least clear and fresh, it could nothing but good to her body so she welcomed it, opening her mind to it and accepting the task as one which her temporary Dom was challenging her with.&nbsp; Half way through she had to pause and sit up, risking a small sideways glance at Tony before she drank a little more.&nbsp; <br><br>The pauses got more frequent and her face became clammy and flushed, her throat aching. By the time she started on the third bowl she wondered if it was possible for someone as small as her to drink this much.&nbsp; Had he done this before?&nbsp; <br><br>As she felt the water swirl high up in her tummy and threaten to regurgitate she looked properly at Tony to see if there was any sign that he was actually properly controlling her and noting what her body was doing, able to read the signs and act appropriately, a slight query on her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 15:00:55</strong>
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				The order of three bowls of water was a standard one for him. Anthony knew that for every woman, the amount she could take in varied, especially as the bowl was rather large. There were other various factors, like how sober their stomach was. If it was empty before solely drinking water, it would be much heavier for them, sloshing around inside of them, feeling uncomfortable. Or the level of their hydration. Had they already been thirsty? Was their bladder empty or full? It were all different things to take into account, while at the same time, they were difficult to see.<br><br>So, Anthony kept a focussed watch on his Kate as she drank. He saw how difficult the second bowl already came. He liked how she kept going, starting the third bowl even, but then, she looked back, a query on her face. The way she looked now, still flushed from the multiple orgasm, the mixture of pleasure and humiliation, the pain and degradation was enticing. Her stockings were ripped along the knees and basque was a little bit dishevelled, but still hiding her delicious, nubile body.<br><br>When she looked up at him, questioning, uncertain, he couldn’t hold back. He didn’t know what pushed him, what urged him, only that he absolutely needed to do this. He stepped towards her, grasping her hair and pulling her upright, to her feet with one strong move. Before she could even react, speak or protest, his lips crushed to hers. A decade, and her lips still felt as full and intoxicating as back then. He kissed her hard, deepening the kiss forcibly, like back in the day, when her teasing had made him so aroused his control had snapped. He devoured her mouth, forcing his tongue inside of her mouth and battled with it for dominance. Lust surged through him and he pushed her back, letting go of her hair. <br><br>Her back hit the wall and he pinned her to it, his hands on her hips, lifting her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Letting go of her, holding her there with the pressure of his chest against hers, he ripped open his shirt and tossed it to the side, revealing a tanned, muscular, athletic chest. He was chiselled and hard as rock, his muscles rippling under his unblemished skin with every move he made. Anthony worked out every day, to keep fit especially for his sexual encounters. He wanted to look his best at all times.<br><br>In a next move, he opened his pants again and without even breaking the kiss, he forced his way inside of her again. Biting her upper lip, then sucking her lower lips, before resuming the fight with her tongue in a passionate, rough dance, he started fucking her with deep, hard and fast thrusts. One of his hands grasped her hip, holding it tight, using it as leverage for the piston of his bucking hips. Thrusting powerfully into her, his other hand grasped the top of her basque and started ripping it, till her pert breasts spilled out. His nails and fingertips then raked down from her collarbone, over her breast, over her nipple, to where he top now came, before each finger in turn flicked upward over that hard nipple.<br><br>His motions grew more and more urgent as he could feel his pleasure spiking. With a gasp, he broke the kiss, aiming his thrusts for her G-spot, forcing more pleasure on her again. And when it became too much to bare for him, he stopped, letting go of her, almost pushing her to the floor, on her knees again. One hand held her by her hair, tightly, her face just in front of his throbbing cock. His other hand closed around himself, stroking powerfully, till he growled and came, from the tips of his toes and the crane of his neck, pleasure sparking through every nerve, his hips bucking as he shot his load of white, hot seed over her face, spurting again and again, till his orgasm subsided.<br><br>Not giving her any time to recover, he bent down, lifting the still full third bowl of icy cold water and splashed it over her face, soaking her hair, washing the cum away, the cold water running in rivulets down her chest, over her breasts and trickling into her basque. Holding her by the hair, he lifted her up again, only giving her enough leeway to struggle to her own feet and walking under her own power as he dragged her to the chains he had pointed out earlier. He cuffed both her hands, her arms spread wide and pointing up, like an Y. He crouched and attached her feet to chains on the floor, forcing her to stand on her toes as he spread them far enough to force her limbs in a perfect X-shape. <br><br>Rising to his feet again, he picked up the riding crop from where he dropped it and caressed it up one of her legs, from her ankle, over the stocking, the inside of her thigh, to rest just under her pussy, now red and throbbing from his forceful fuck. He hit the skin just underneath her womanhood, before his blue eyes drilled into hers and he bit out, “Now, start pleading. Start begging me to be punished. Convince me to punish and retrain you to be a good little sub again. Convince me to take you as ‘my’ sub again. And this time, you won’t be leaving or betraying me. You won’t break my… You won’t break my hold”, he corrected himself, caressing the riding crop up and down her other leg.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 17:59:07</strong>
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				As Kate's eyes met his, it seemed to her a dark heat suddenly exploded in his gaze, and he moved so swiftly, she gasped as he caught hold of her hair and hauled her upright.&nbsp; As an experienced loving sub she'd learned to react to her Doms, to anticipate them as much as possible, and especially for her, as she loved doing it, going that extra step to give them pleasure in ways they hardly knew they wanted until she gave it.&nbsp; But Tony had caught her so unawares that Kate opened up to his demanding kiss, thrilled and overcome by his dominance and sure handling of her body..... melting into him. <br><br>The eagerness of her response shocked her, she had wrapped herself around him, felt her slick heat encase him, moaning as he charged into her before she even realised what she was doing.&nbsp; And even then she couldn't hold back from him, angling herself to take his thrusts as deeply as she could, pushing back and up, matching even his breaths as she joined him in the quest for his release.<br><br>Her nipples sprang, rigid and hard into their freedom as he tore her basque, the sound of the cloth tearing making her flush with heat and grip him tighter with her thighs.&nbsp; As he added the slight twist of pain to the throbbing tips her eyes closed and her head went back as she moaned in response, her juices coating them both as driving over her G-spot again and again she could feel the tense heat building and knew it wouldn't be long before she came hard and fast.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Hi rapid and brutal withdrawal, thrusting her to her knees left her gasping again, but looking up at his cock over her face she shivered with the intense longing it gave her, opening her mouth and catching few drops of the thick ropes of cum.&nbsp; She was still shivering, partly from how close she'd been to cumming and then denied, and also from the intense emotions from what he was doing to her when the cold water hit her full in the face.&nbsp; Her eyes streaming, choking on the freezing downpour she couldn't even see properly until he had almost finished fastening the padded leather cuffs around her wrists and was moving to the ankles.<br><br>This was a moment she normally savored.&nbsp; The thrill of sweet surrender prickling her skin and flipping her stomach.&nbsp; The heat would normally flood her from the inside out, often making her wet and arousing every inch of her.&nbsp; But this felt so cold and barren that her shivering just increased.&nbsp; She closed her eyes as he yanked her ankle out right the way to one side. <em>She wasn't going to cry </em> she repeated again and again like a mantra in her head, biting her lip as the buckles and locks snapped closed.&nbsp; She felt like a small child, crying and saying&nbsp; it isn't fair, the note of bewilderment as life gave her a blast of its cruelty.&nbsp; She wished with all her heart that she had never met Anthony Michaels; that he'd never tricked her into giving him her love and her virginity; that he hadn't broken her heart and changed her life for ever; and with a vehemence that made her head spin; that he'd never come to haunt her again; to taunt her and now to rip her life up again into tiny shreds of pain.<br><br>Trying to shut herself off yet again she looked bleakly at him as he spat his demands at her.&nbsp; The detached part of her wondered if he knew what he'd done to her, was he so full of spite, and hated her so much that she was the one person who he'd always want to hurt?&nbsp; What had she ever done to him, other than love him, trust him, and then try and stay away from him?&nbsp; Was it something he saw that others didn't? Was there some bad thing in her deserved this hatred? <br>&nbsp;<br>She'd come to terms with being alone.&nbsp; The volunteering abroad was what helped center her and count her blessings.&nbsp; Yes she had no family, no-one who would always be there for her, but she had good friends and a good life, she'd hoped too that one day she even might find love again.&nbsp; But now in this room, with another human being only inches away from her she'd never felt so alone and so without protection in her life.&nbsp; The tone of his words cut through her like a knife, each word leaving her bleeding more.&nbsp; She didn't even understand why he would say she betrayed him, if his ego was that badly bruised from her refusals he was even more egocentric and selfish than she'd anticipated.&nbsp; Bad turned to worse she thought sadly, she actually felt sorry for him, he'd never learn the deepest joys of domination if he stayed like this. <br><br>But she also had to listen to what he was telling her, she couldn't let her mind drift completely.&nbsp; Even though it splayed her open more, she gently shifted the weight on her feet, turning her legs and feet outwards more so the weight shifted onto the outer edges of her feet and more of her feet could take the strain. She could taste the echo of his salty musk in her mouth, like bitter dark chocolate coating her tongue.&nbsp; The taste of him was dragging her back again and she bit her lip to stop herself thinking of those precious days. But she could have recognised his flavor anywhere,&nbsp; the rich overtones of love still mingled with it and her heart beat faster just with the remembrance of it.<br><br>As the sharp sting to her wet lips made her jerk slightly, she knew that&nbsp; she would plead and beg him to be punished, he needed that, wanted it with a heat that scorched his words, but she knew too she couldn't lie. She didn't want him to make her his sub, she couldn't even bear the idea of it.&nbsp; Her stomach bloated and oily with all the water rolled again at the thought and she closed her eyes and breathed slowly and deeply to stop herself from gagging.<br><br>As she opened them she said with a husky reality to her voice, "Master Antony please punish me, please make me feel the pain of you anger, and the correction of&nbsp; your hand.&nbsp; I am sorry that I didn't submit to you fully and sweetly." Her eyes welled with tears as the tremble inside grew a little stronger and the sorrow inside her bubbled up through her need to fulfill his request.<br><br>"I am yours for the night, please make me yours in the way you see fit, punish me so that I bear the mark of your forgiveness and the pain of your pleasure."<br><br>Her eyes lowered, her eyelashes resting darkly damp on her cheeks, more quietly she said, "I am sorry Master Anthony, I know you are right to be angry and to punish me, and I beg you to do so and make me learn the way you want me to be."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 20:30:10</strong>
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				The tone of her voice turned him on incredibly much. Her voice had always been sexy to his ears, but with her being this submissive and with the added huskiness, he could feel arousal sparking through his body, already sending blood to his cock again. He had spent himself not ten minutes ago, and just the sight of her like this, sexy clothing torn, her most private parts revealed and chains keeping her almost immobile in place, had him growing hard again. He allowed her to see his naked chest, the carefully sculpted definition he trained for and the fact his member poked out of his pants, already hardening again.<br><br>Her words were like music to his ears and almost forced him to give in right away and start whipping her with the crop, but he resisted. He was the one in control, the dominant. He planned how this game went. He waited for her final words and when they came, he almost softened. His features relaxed, making him look friendlier. For a moment, care shone in his eyes, as he took in her form, chained, her face still wet, her breasts showing the signs of the chill and perhaps a flash of tears…<br><br>He drew the tip of the crop up her inner thigh again, before lifting it and caressing it up and down her cheek. For a moment, he was reminded of how much he had loved her, how much he had missed her, turning him into this bitter, hateful man, at least towards her, and empty towards all else, no matter how much he tried to change it. He simply could not let go of her. He needed this. He needed this more than anything, to get rid of his hatred, to push it out of his system, aimed at her. He needed this night to finally be able to wash her from his mind forever. Or so he hoped. Seeing her like this made him doubt his resolve.<br><br>Yet, he schooled his features again, turning outwardly cold again. He softly slapped her cheek with the crop, before placing it under her chin and lifting her face to look at him. He told her in no uncertain terms, “I indeed have every right to be angry. And I am going to teach you to be the girl I wanted to have all those years ago. The girl I intended to have forever, but the one that left me for no reason at all.”<br><br>Before she could speak again, replying or wondering about his statement, he stepped back and lashed out. The crop hit her on her cheek, leaving a small, red welt. The next strike hit her on her left collarbone, a not so painful spot, though still aching and uncomfortable, with the bone so close under the skin. He trailed the tip down to her nipple, giving a quick flick of the wrist, lashing the tip hard on top of the hard, pink nub. Her other breast got the same treatment, before he took a step to the side and lashed her breasts in turn, each time just above or just below the nipple. Ten times each, he hit them, leaving her skin reddening, the outline of the tip drawn in the welt, before he reared back and lashed out even harder, hitting her left nipple with a loud whipping noise. Followed immediately by the right nipple.<br><br>He stepped closer to her again and placed his fingers on her pussy. Caressing her dripping wet folds, he told her, “You are just a little sub, a poor one, a bad one. You cum without permission, you fail to obey my first commands. And yet, even during a punishment, you stay turned on. Are you enjoying being a bad sub? Being a bad, disobedient little girl, Katherine?”<br><br>He slid his fingers inside of her, two of them, and touched her on just the right spot. Without hesitation, without mercy, he fingered her, rubbing her G-spot hard, while drawing the crop over her whipped breasts, pushing the tips into the reddened areas, while his other hand reached up and grasped her throat, squeezing it tightly, narrowing her breath, though not choking her. He could see it in her eyes when the orgasm approached again, and he kept going till she was on the very edge, when he told her, “This time, no matter what you have to do, don’t cum.” <br><br>He was aiming for her stomach muscles to work, all of her muscles really, as she would be writhing and squirming on his now slower fingers, as he kept rubbing the most sensitive spot on her body. He knew that with all the water inside of her, it would now be working towards her bladder. He kept her like that, on the edge, slowing down himself whenever it looked like her own grasp was failing, intentionally not allowing her the release even should she give up. And suddenly, after a half hour of unending fingering, after half an hour of the water settling, after half an hour of her being on the edge, he left her, releasing the touch. He went to the side and rolled a table on wheels close by. He picked up a clamp and placed it on the skin pulled taut over her collarbone. One clamp went two inches lower, another one another two inches lower. The clamps, in dark wood, formed a path from her collarbone, over her breast, on on her nipple, down her stomach, to the upper part of her right labia. He mirrored these clamps exactly on her left side, before he looped a thin rope through the loops on top of each clamp, connecting al of them.<br><br>The is when he took something from a ledge underneath the upper part of the table. A long stick, with a dildo and a vibrator attached to it. He placed the dildo, exactly the same size as his cock, inside of her, simply shoving it up all the way. The vibrator now almost crushed into her clitoris, and as he turned it on, it hummed against the sensitive nub, but worse, it made the entire dildo tremble inside of her. That is when he stood in front of her, in one hand holding the rope connected to all the clamps, in the other hand holding the riding crop again.<br><br>He slapped her cheek with it, before telling her… “You know what I will do if you dare to cum now. Hold it back. Hold it back and prove yourself to me now. Prove you won’t let me down a second time.” Anthony wasn’t referring to earlier on the hood of the car. He was referring to their break-up so long ago. And he watched her, intently, seeing her struggling, seeing her trying to hold on, as he ordered her, “And I want to hear your voice. Tell me what you are feeling, how you are trying and struggling and tell me when you are close, when you are going to shatter. I want you to tell me when you are failing again. I don’t want to hear one moment of silence”, he told her, forcing her to stay aware of him and herself, instead of fleeing into some kind of meditation to hold on. He was making it hard, so very hard… on purpose. And should the water join the fun, it would be an even more humiliating failure for Kate.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 19:26:15</strong>
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				Her eyes still almost closed she felt a single tear escape and tried to modulate her breathing to calm herself.&nbsp; As the crop traced a line on her thigh she raised them slightly and could see the state of his arousal, and she wondered what is was about her that was making him hungry again so soon. She let her eyes drift very slowly upward, over the top of his trousers,and then following up the planes of his chest upwards as he transferred the tip to rub against her cheek.<br><br>As her eyes raised her heart seemed to lift a little as well, she really believed in the essential goodness of the human heart.&nbsp; In the end it would show itself, he wanted her, maybe he could also leave behind whatever cruel intention burned in him and find a place where they could both be at peace.&nbsp; Following the line of his lips she thought perhaps these twelve hours could actually do that, make a bridge between them, let him let lose all the anger that seemed to be inside him, she would bear it, even willingly if it brought him that peace.&nbsp; She knew she still wanted that for him, she loved him, that didn't just go away, it may be coloured with anger, regrets, pain and even sometimes bitterness, but in her quietest moments she still wanted him to happy.<br><br>She met his eyes and flinched even before the crop landed with a hissing strike to her cheek, and even before the words which turned her world upside down... <em>'The girl I intended to have forever, but the one who left me for no reason at all' </em> Nothing he could have said could have made her more angry, more bitter about their shared past.&nbsp; How DARED he say he intended to '<em>have</em>' her forever, Bastard! Why had she thought even for a second that she cared.........&nbsp; She could imagine just in what way he meant that.......&nbsp; she nearly struggled in her bonds, fuck, he didn't deserve to have her, not even for a moment let alone these twelve hours.&nbsp; She only managed to stay still with a super human effort, the pain of him hitting her again and again in such a callous cruel way keeping her chillingly calm, the pain just adding to the adrenaline of her anger. <br><br>The pain ate at her gut like red short bursts of flame.&nbsp; Not the pain of heated excitement, or the pain of accepting the need for it, being given and accepting it, trying to ride it, -&nbsp; this pain was nothing like she'd ever felt before, leaving her cold and closer to the edge than she'd ever been.&nbsp; In any other situation she would have called her first safe word for him to pull back a little, she wasn't warmed up, or needful, or excited and each strike was so bitterly painful she couldn't stop flinching or the sharp small mews of pain.<br><br>Kate hated that his fingers found how much she responded to him.&nbsp; And hated herself for how much she did.&nbsp; She closed her eyes as he stroked his fingers between her tender lips and painted her with her own juices.&nbsp; She didn't think she'd ever not be ready for him. The cruelty of it was breathtaking. She'd never tell him, she thought, he could think it was from the pain, or the submission, but the fact that all she had to do was hear his voice for her to cream, that he would never know.&nbsp; Even in her dreams........she'd wake sopping and arching into her fantasy lover.&nbsp; In the club, across the room, she'd feel her body tremble and the little rush inside of heat and her panties would be wet.&nbsp; Why did she deserve this?&nbsp; What had she EVER done.... <br><br>Now he was going to use it to his full advantage make her body sing for him when her heart bled and her mind was in torment.&nbsp; He tormented her massaging her tender mound in just the right way to make her tremblingly ready.&nbsp; What weapons did she have? Nothing...... All she could do was dance to his tune and then escape... perhaps this time escape forever.......... <br><br>She heard the note of grinding hardness in his voice and she worked so hard at not coming she thought a couple of times she would black out.&nbsp; She made use of every small movement she had, and then even those she didn't.&nbsp; There wasn't anything she didn't use in her arsenal to keep the orgasm at bay.&nbsp; She quickly realised that in the end it was him that made sure she didn't let go.&nbsp; Whenever she felt that pull upwards and her head accepting the inevitable he'd back off just enough for her to gain her equilibrium.&nbsp; It scared her, really scared her.&nbsp; If he'd just made her cum and then punished her -&nbsp; that would be hard enough to bear, but this constant driving of her body and making it a puppet for his use was far more frightening as it meant he was going to make the whole tortuous business so much harder to bear.<br><br>By the time he paused she was exhausted with the effort, her head hanging back and only just being able to stand on her feet her breaths in ragged gasps.&nbsp; As each clamp was put in place&nbsp; the tension in her built and this time the pain added to the tension inside, her clit was throbbing, her nipples so tight and hard in any other circumstances she'd be begging for relief. As the nipple clamp went on she nearly came, right then and there, biting so hard down her lip that it bled. She couldn't bear the idea of cumming like that in from of him and&nbsp; she was thankful he was concentrating on his Machiavellian task so much he didn't see her reaction or the tears which followed it.&nbsp; <br><br>She cried out as the dido was thrust inside her, the hard unyielding member forcing her open like a lance into her heat.&nbsp; But in some ways it was easier to bear than his own engorged member, because it wasn't... him.......<br><br>As the vibrator was switched on she had to drop out again completely, this time to a coldness that was so full of despair that when he struck her face again her eyes looked him blankly, coldly.&nbsp; She heard&nbsp; his words, but it was if they were coming from far away, as her body went into an emotional shock that she had no control over what so-ever.&nbsp; As they slowly sunk into her brain and roused her, she knew that they had no meaning, nothing he said was true, or honest or real.&nbsp; She could feel the reaction to everything that had happened start to burn like det cord inside, she wasn't going to play his games, not here, not now, not ever.&nbsp; <br><br>Barely able to lift her head she licked her lips and spoke, croakily, in a low husky voice that kept breaking and even halting as her throat caught, "You know I'm close, you know my bladder is full and any minute now I'll wet myself." She blinked hard to stop the threatened tears, "You don't want me to succeed, you want me to fail.&nbsp; All you do is lie and cheat and then pretend." She swallowed, "Now......then.... all those years ago..... that's all you ever did.,&nbsp; You can pretend all you like MASTER Anthony," She said stressing the 'Master' sarcastically, "But I can see you for who you are...." she groaned as the orgasm started to push so hard at the edges of her control she knew that everything was going to break inside her." she whimpered, "You see.." She whispered hoarsely, now you'll get what really want."<br><br>She came, dancing on the chains and writhing as the culmination of all the holding back and long torment released like a hurricane inside her. She came twice in quick succession, loosing control of her bladder as the second one took hold, crying out as she did so, the release pushing her own so hard she sounded like a wounded animal in a trap, screaming for death.&nbsp; Kate wished she had slipped into the ecstatic state such a hard orgasm normally took her and escaped just for a while, but she was aware every second of him, and of her humiliation, her pain and her desperate need to be anywhere else but here.&nbsp; The heat of the urine on her leg made the rest of her feel even colder, she'd never thought an orgasm could be filled with pain and dread but now she knew, and she also knew she'd never forget this moment, nor the lesson that emotional pain could become so deep and so bitter that nothing else can exist beside it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 10:30:15</strong>
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				<br>Sheer raw hatred flooded through him. Disgust made his stomach twist. His heart was pumping hard and rapidly, his blood, feeling both icy cold and hot with rage, surged through his veins, his body heating up and tingling with a swirl of emotions he could barely contain. Anthony was taken over with pure rage and loathing. The reason? Her words, calling him a liar and a cheat, insulting him, and making everything even worse than it already was. He was simmering with the raw, red emotions, trying to contain them, trying to restrain himself, but it was impossible.<br><br>It was her that had dumped him, her that had broken and betrayed him! And was her that kept turning him down time after time again when he tried to talk to her, to make it up to her, even if he didn’t know what had gone wrong. Her weapons had been silence, refusal or outright ignoring and avoidance. And he had been hurt, his heart shattering, before over time, the shards froze together in what he had now. He couldn’t commit, because she had been the one, the only one. He had tried to get her out of his head, tried to get her back, or tried to forget her. But nothing worked. He simply couldn’t get what he wanted.<br><br>Even this was not what he truly wanted, though his rage wanted to at least work out his frustrations finally, in a last attempt to banish her from him forever.<br><br>But as she was writhing and shaking in her chains, peeing herself while cumming, over and over again, the vibrator and dildo extending her unwanted orgasm, the one she had purposefully defied him for to have, to take away the satisfaction from seeing her struggle, something snapped inside of him. He took a proper hold of the rope and pulled it, hard, snapping off all clamps roughly at once, sending her into renewed fits and screams. He didn’t take mercy on her, instead, he grasped her hair roughly, holding her head so she was forced to face him, while his other hand unlocked the chains holding her hands. <br><br>He didn’t let go of her, forcing her to bend down with him as he released her feet. Using his superior size and strength, he simply dragged her soaking, shivering form with him, to the stainless steel table with the shackles and a drain built in. He lifted her without further ado, placing her on top of it, even still wearing her stockings and her Basque, which had been completely ripped open in the front. On her hands and knees, he shackled her like that, on top of the table, the cool, hard metal biting into her. Out of her sight, he got some things out of a cabinet.<br><br>Hooking the 1 gallon bag to the ceiling, he unrolled a large, sterile tube, with an airsack at one end. Connecting it to the bag, he then placed the other end against the pucker of her ass. Her pussy was still dripping with her own mixed liquids, her face still wet from his seed and the water that had washed most of it away. Unforgiving, he pushed the tube inside of her ass, till the flat air sack was past the entrance. Taking one of the many implements on the tube, he blew some air in it, filling the air sack like a butt plug, till it was so full, closing her ass off completely, except for the thin tube. That is when he fiddled with something underneath the bag, and CC after CC of water, with a little bit of glycerine to make it felt even more and to force her intestines to expel the liquid as fast and hard as they could, started dripping down the tube and filling her.<br><br>That job done, he walked around her, before sitting down in front of her, on a simple chair, facing her. Grasping her hair again, roughly, he forced her to keep facing him as he leaned closer and hissed, “A Cheat am I? A liar? I am not the one claiming to love you and then simply leaving you, Kate. I loved you truthfully. I was already thinking about our future together. I only ever wanted you and you threw it in my face by breaking up with me out of the blue. You crushed me, ground my heart into dust and now you are surprised I am going to do this to you as payback for you refusing to even talk to me for the past ten years? No… I am going to make you feel all the things you made me feel back then, so I can finally let go of you. And when these now”, he paused, glancing down at his watch, “Ten hours are up, I am going to drop you off at the club and get on with my life, having finally been able to put you to rest. But till that time?”<br><br>He trailed off, letting go of her, “I am going to make you regret ever even having considered playing with me and then breaking up with me when I admitted to loving you.” With that, he got up out of the chair again and walked around. With a few, skilled movements, he placed a vibrator inside of her, a different one, with rims and bulbs, that would stimulate her walls and G-spot, before he turned it on, buried deep inside of her. <br><br>He then stepped back, watching, as litre after litre of the fluid filled her up, relentlessly… and when the bag reached the mark that meant that the recipient was filled to bursting, he closed it off. Of course, he didn’t leave it just like that. He stood next to her now, leaning close and whispering, “I am going to remove the plug now. You are going to hold it in, no matter what it takes, no matter how often you cum or how much it hurts. If you fail, I am going to fill you up with pure glycerine and lock you like that till you black out from agony. Understood?” With that, he pulled the plug out and resumed his stand in front of her, his torso naked, his cock standing proud and erect. And in her view, he closed his hands around it, and started stroking it, slowly, making sure his cock was close enough that if she really wanted to, she could take him in her mouth and taste him again after all these years…<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 11:28:28</strong>
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				She'd tried so hard, given him everything she had, held back until she'd felt she would not be able to stay conscious - and she was right, no matter what she gave him all he wanted was to hurt her, and try to damage her forever.&nbsp; As he ripped off the clamps she screamed hoarsely, screamed for the terrible despair as much as the pain, he had turned into a sadistic bully of the worst kind. She could feel the cold bitterness of his designs on her make her colder and colder and as he dragged her to the table and started to doubt he could hold himself back, that he may hurt her so badly she may not recover.&nbsp; <br><br>As he started to set up an enema she started to cry inside, her broken gasps of air the sobs she silently cried inside.&nbsp; He knew from her notes that she didn't like them, he was already stepping over the bounds, no promises would ever be real or true from this power hungry egomaniac and no part of her body sacrosanct from his delighting in her pain.<br><br>She cried out again as he roughly pushed the nozzle inside, not even spared that indignity she arched upwards instinctively to give him the angle of easiest access, hating that he had her body instantly answering the demands he assaulted it with. She groaned, shivering still, as he started to fill her, already feeling the urge to expel she clenched against the nozzle, groaning again as the cold hard fittings dug into her tender portal.&nbsp; She'd always thought that anal sex was the ultimate submission an offering of trust like no other, so intense and powerful it exchanged bonds that couldn't be broken, but now she already felt broken, already shattered and bleeding, the despair started to take all her hope away and she whimpered as he finished his task and came in front of her wrenching her head to make him see him and make his words even harsher to her ears.<br><br>She almost laughed, the bitter bile in her mouth from his lies so incongruous he really must be mad, or on some kind of drugs.&nbsp; Did he live in such a fantasy that he believed this rubbish?&nbsp; No..... he wasn't stupid, this was just a role play, a sop to his conscience, he knew exactly what he'd done to her, and perhaps that realisation made him feel part of the evil he'd had in his heart to take an innocent girl and wreck her life.&nbsp; And this was his way of building a wall between it and make what he was doing right.&nbsp; She still wasn't going to play his games, he could beat her into submission and hurt her until she screamed for days, but she wasn't going to let his ego take the truth from her as well.....&nbsp; <br><br>As he stroked himself, taunting her in front of her face, she forced herself to speak, the low, voice, interspersed with moans and pauses as she took more and more effort to do his bidding, "You can pretend all you like, it won't change what really happened, or hide the kind of person you really are." Silent tears ran down her cheeks as she had to hold back with two things at once, her whimpers breaking out in sharp mews of pain, "Still you lie, cheat and pretend to the world to be something you are not.&nbsp; You know dam well I will try my best, I submitted to you for tonight and I won't go back on that, I'll try until I can try no more, and when I fail you'll be happy because that is all you want," A deeper groan went thought her, vibrating and animal-like as her head went back and her eyes shut. <br><br>She whispered gratingly as her head came back down, "You took an innocent girl and crushed her, ruined her life and took away any chance of happiness she had." she sobbed once, the breath gasping into her until she managed to control it, knowing that if she let go of her tears fully she'd also have to let go with everything else. <br><br>It took her a few minutes to get a grip again, she was shaking so much now, so cold and so overwrought it actually hurt, she didn't think she'd ever been so cold in her life and wondered with a strange detachment if that would be the thing in the end which would break her.<br><br>"And now......" she said quietly again, with hitches in her breath that spoke more clearly of the effort&nbsp; she was putting into holding back than any words, "Now you want to do it again........... break her..... grind her into dust...... and pretend to yourself that it is a good thing to do so you can walk away and carry on pretending..... You are a coward....." she spat, "A bully.." she whispered.....<br><br>She writhed as the torment started to take over, blinding her, "Please don't do this.............." she pleaded, already approaching her limit, cracking inside she begged, "Let me have something...... even this......... why do you want me to fail so much? " she sobbed, "Have mercy......." she whispered so quietly it was hardly a breath on the air, knowing that she was going to say that many many times that night, and that he would delight in it and delight in every time he broke her and massaged his ego until he glowed with delight at her pain.<br><br>Her head went back again, her neck cording as she tightened down on everything inside her. She gritted her teeth, knowing that even crying out now would make her go over the edge, the release sparking off more.&nbsp; She gripped the table so tightly her fingernails hurt and using that impetus she gripped harder and held her breath, willing the wave to recede, every muscle in her body screaming for release.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 16:41:23</strong>
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				“God damn it!” Anthony cursed, stopping his masturbation in front of his nose. He grasped her hair, fingers threading through her dark tresses as he lifted her tear-stained face to face him. “Are you delusional? I have no clue what you are talking about. How the hell would I have cheated on you? How the hell did I lie to you? You were with me every moment of every day for six weeks straight! The only times alone I had were in the middle of the night, in my bed, sleeping, and the basketball practices at school”, he spat her, enraged. His cheeks flushed. Gone was the cool, collected and cruel Anthony Michaels. <br><br>Now, he was just the broken teenager of a decade ago, when he couldn’t understand why the love of his life, even at that age, had dumped him unceremoniously. And he still couldn’t understand it. Was she even right in the head, placing false blame at his feet? And yet, he wanted to know… perhaps he could finally get to hear why she decided to dump him. He needed to know!<br><br>He let go of her hair and picked up a slightly wet towel, using it to wipe the sweat of her brow, almost tenderly, while he reached out and started to caress her back, moving over to the back of her, where he picked up another butt plug and forced it inside of her again. While it wouldn’t lighten her burden any, at least she wouldn’t have to hold on so much to hold it in. He also flicked the vibrator off, though it remained in place. Returning to her front, he sat down again, on the chair, gazing at her.<br><br>His strong, nimble hand reached out, cupping her chin and lifting it up, so he could look in her eyes. He forced himself to calm down, which he could barely do with the confusing, extreme emotions swirling inside of him. On the one hand, he wanted to torture her, to make her feel physically and mentally what she had done to him back then. But another part of him, a part he had hidden away for so long, the part that still, despite everything, cared for her wanted to hear her, wanted to finally hear the explanation he wanted to have all those years ago.<br><br>“You are going to tell me why you broke up with me, why you broke my heart as if I never meant anything to you. If you do so, I will allow you the dignity to recover yourself and …” He trailed off, unsure what to see. A glint of need, of absolute need entered his eyes as he ordered her, “Tell me know and don’t insult me. I want to know. I need to know. Now. You will not avoid it for another second.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 17:09:46</strong>
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				She'd never have talked about that day, not in a million years, not willingly.&nbsp; She'd never told anyone, not even her best friend, why would she? The pain and humiliation of finding out just how badly she'd been duped wasn't something she was going to share.&nbsp; She had been so fucking stupid, so naive and blind.&nbsp; But now he asked the direct question, and in the situation she was in, and the role she was playing she had no other choice but to answer it.&nbsp; <br><br>Even though he had wiped her face, she'd thought for a moment that he was going to start some other form of torture on her as he pressed the plug into her, her head dropped and she'd groaned, knowing it would only take one more thrust and she'd be gone on both counts.&nbsp; The humiliation of him standing there and watching it so awful she nearly buckled altogether. <br><br>Then he'd turned off the vibrator and let her take a couple of breaths.&nbsp; Still gripping so hard the plug burned she wanted to go to the toilet so much she was near to screaming , let alone talking.&nbsp; But why did he want to torture her like this?&nbsp; This hurt even more than any of the physical torture he was wracking her with.&nbsp; Did he want to relieve her pain, delight in the besmirching of her soul?<br><br>"You know why......I found out the truth............... that's why......... " she said brokenly, her eyes so full of the pain she couldn't even see him clearly. "I heard you............&nbsp; and what you were saying about me, and I knew, that it had all been lies........" <br><br>She tried to stop the tears but it seemed the slow hot drips down her cheeks were carving a path of heat she couldn't stem.&nbsp; "Why did you pick me Tony?" she whispered, "What had I ever done to you.......?&nbsp; <em>'Other than to love you',</em> she thought. She'd often wondered if the group of them had picked her together, laughed about it, and whether Tony had told them every detail of how he got her more and more sexually his slave.&nbsp; She still dreamt about it, the nightmares so cruelly vivid they made her wake with tears in her eyes.<br><br>Her breath caught in a deep sob she couldn't control, and some of the liquid siphoned out past the plug, her face went white and she closed her eyes. He'd had the joy of seeing enough pain, now she hid behind the small curtain of privacy she had left, knowing that every other was going to be denied her and he was going to use her failure to hurt her even more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 17:25:57</strong>
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				Finally, the explanation came. But it was not what he had expected. At all. At first, he was angry, trying to protest that whatever she thought to be the truth was not the truth at all. But then, she mentioned overhearing him talking about her and their sex life… and there had only been one such instance. The healthy, handsome, tanned man paled dramatically, his eyes losing his focus as his mind took him back down memory lane.<br><br><em>”Hey, Michaels. How was that chick in the sack?”<br><br>“That is none of your business”, a much younger Anthony bit back, still pulling on his basketball jersey.<br><br>“Oh, come on… were you unable to perform or what? Premature ejaculation still. Haha… Anthony the Quickshot…” They all jeered and mocked him, till he bit back out, not wanting to see his popularity get shot over him trying to respect their sexual privacy. This was just the boy’s locker room after all.<br><br>“Oh, shut up you. Fine, you want to know? She is a she-demon in the sack. Man, the way I can make her scream and howl, literally, cumming all over the place, with just my fingers or my cock, it is delicious. And she is insatiable and I am more than happy to provide as often as we get a chance to…” </em><br><br>The memory faded and Anthony was staring at her, seeing nothing, till his focus snapped back into place. He looked at her with an unreadable mixture of hurt, disappointment and anger. She had dumped him over that? Over some grandstanding in the locker room? Over him twisting some words just to impress the others? He felt his rage coming to the front again, but this time, he felt more hurt and disappointed than anything else. If that had been reason enough for her to dump him… than she wasn’t worth his time.<br><br>Rising to his feet, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he undid the shackles and walked towards the door, opening it. Standing there, he looked at her, his gaze almost empty as he tried to cover his emotions.<br><br>“You were foolish. I was giving in to them ribbing me and I wanted to shut them up by living up our sex life to them. It is what typically happens in locker rooms. I don’t know how you interpreted it, but it didn’t mean that I didn’t love you. I was just a young teenager, a foolish boy in love, head over heels for the most beautiful and amazing girl ever. You. And because I made one little mistake, me grandstanding a little bit to not go down in history as Anthony the quickspill in bed, you dumped me.”<br><br>He turned away from her, stepping out of the room. Emotionlessly, he told her, “There is a bathroom, a toilet and a closet full of female clothes in the room opposite of this. Relieve yourself, get clean, get dressed and get out. There is a phone for a cab there. Charge it to my bill. But get out of here. Now. And I never want to see you again. Goodbye, Kate Weston.”<br><br>That said, he disappeared down the hallway, to the living room, where he poured himself a stiff drink, hopefully to finally wash Kate away forever.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 21:37:04</strong>
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				Kate collapsed onto her side, the relief of him leaving her alone so great her head swam and she shut her eyes willing the darkness.&nbsp; But she had to move, no matter how hard it was going to be, she only had moments left.&nbsp; She pulled out the vibrator, dropping it to the floor, wincing as the full pain inside ached so badly she felt as if she'd been torn about inside.<br><br>She had no thoughts spare to lend to him, or to his behaviour, she had to concentrate on every wobbling step, finding it so hard to stay on course the only thought she did spare him was just how bad a Dom he was to leave her in this state alone.&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't think she'd make it as she crossed the hall, so when she got to&nbsp; the shower she just stepped straight into the tray.&nbsp; The water hadn't even got to warm before she had to let go, both her bladder and bowels steadily streaming down her legs.&nbsp; She eased out the plug, dropping that too and then tried to take off her corset but her shaking, freezing hands refused to obey her and it all just became to much.&nbsp; Sinking down, she huddled in the corner, letting the water wash over her, crying tears that seemed to bubble up from so far inside they burned like acid on her cheeks.<br><br>As the warmth slowly started to penetrate she heard again the words he'd left her with.&nbsp; She had no idea what he meant by quickspill, but she knew for all his posturing his best friend had told her it straight when she'd asked, and there was no gainsaying what he'd said the next day, or how clear he'd made it.&nbsp; Tony obviously couldn't even face the truth, she hadn't taken those words in isolation, no matter how much they'd hurt, and she could remember them word for word, <em>"She is a she-demon in the sack. Man, the way I can make her scream and howl, literally, cumming all over the place, with just my fingers or my cock, it is delicious. And she is insatiable and I am more than happy to provide as often as we get a chance to</em>" And she also remembered the words of his friend's reply too, and how he hadn't stood up for her, she'd waited, breathing, the tears filling her eyes and he'd not backed her up, by even one word. <br><br>It was all those three things together, the knowledge that he wasn't prepared to stand by her, that he'd boast about how easy a lay she was and talk about her to all his friends with no honour, and that his friend knew it had all been a bet, nothing more than a challenge to get her virginity and chalk it up, that he'd never meant a word he'd said, that he even liked another girl more than her.<br><br>When Chet had told her, who Tony was seeing, she'd understood in a heartbeat just how cruel the whole thing was.&nbsp; She probably knew all about it too, the golden girl, Melanie Bradshaw, Tony had his tongue down her throat in the corridor only two days later, and part of the 'in' crowd Melanie had made Kate's life hell for her in every way she could.&nbsp; Kate had almost dropped out of school, and had lost so much weight her mother had dragged her off to see a Doctor scared she was bulimic.&nbsp; Life had never been the same again, because she'd lost her heart, lost her hope and knew that she couldn't trust her feelings ever again.<br><br>She shook herself out of her memories, and managed to undo the final lacing of her basque, and peel of the tattered remains of her stockings.&nbsp; It was such an effort to stand up, wash her hair and clean herself, she trembled with the exersion, wishing she had her holdhall and the energy sweets and bars she always carried with her. Her arms and shoulders still burning and her insides trembling it took almost everything she had left just to perform those simple tasks.&nbsp; The shoes were harder, stepping out she found a pair of scissors in the drawer of the sink unit and cut through them putting them in the bin with the rest of her things.&nbsp; There were plenty of towels and she wrapped her head up first and then her body, sitting on the edge of the seat and just staring into space.&nbsp; <br><br>Numb wasn't the word, wrung out, empty, exhausted and sinking fast Kate followed one calm clear train of thought to its conclusions.&nbsp; Tony was a clever man, if she left now, he'd be able to tell everyone she'd walked out on her contract and couldn't be trusted, and mud stuck.&nbsp; She wasn't prepared to let him take that part of her as well.&nbsp; She looked across at the bed, her body aching to lay down on it, the reaction to their scene hitting her even harder without any comfort at all.&nbsp; In the end she just couldn't resist it, it didn't matter if he wanted her to leave or was still playing with her, she'd had to crash, <em>now</em>........<br><br>She pulled the covers to one side, laying down, moaning softly as the softness enveloped her.&nbsp; She hadn't even pulled them fully back over herself when she fell asleep, still wrapped in the damp towels just as she was.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 13:39:25</strong>
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				After over half an hour of deep, almost comatose sleep, Kate began to dream, murmuring, talking, in her sleep, even her dreams not taking her away from the pain...<br><br><br><em>She instantly knew where she was....... the high meadow...... and it was summer...... and he was beside her.&nbsp; The wisps of high cloud barely moved and the sun was hot on the bare skin of her shoulders.&nbsp; She rolled onto her side and looked at his peaceful face, smoothed out, uncluttered.&nbsp; <br><br>She stroked his forehead ever so lightly, pushing back his hair, her longing filling her <strong>"Oh Tony............"</strong><br><br>He opened his eyes and looked straight into hers and suddenly they were in a bed, in the warm morning light, his head dark on the pillow. He looked so solemn, so sad, she felt the sadness fill her up too.&nbsp; "Did you ever loved me?" he asked bleakly.<br><br><strong>"I loved you......&nbsp; "</strong><br><br>She stroked his forehead again, <strong>"I've always loved you..."</strong><br><br>He looked doubtful and then scathing, and it hurt, hurt so much Kate moved in her sleep, with a small noise of distress.&nbsp; In her dream she now sat in a courtroom the barrister shouting at her, Tony looking at her from the benches, cold, arrogant hateful.</em>&nbsp; She turned restlessly onto her back, her arm flinging up as if to ward off a blow.<br><br><em>The judge banged down the gavel several times making her flinch and she knew it was her time to speak, her chance to undo all the lies that Tony had told, but her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth, and no sound came out of it even when she tried.&nbsp; The nightmare grew more intense, and the jeering and catcalls grew so hateful all she wanted to do was hide, to disappear.&nbsp; Tony was going to turn everyone against her...she'd have to run..... she had no place left anymore.....<br><br>It was as if her cries of distress started to lift her out of sleep, just enough to know it was a nightmare, and not real, letting her breathe, taking the edge off the fear.&nbsp; As she slipped back down she could see her Mother's face and her soft voice asking Kate to tell her what was wrong..........<br><br><strong>"He lied Mum......." </strong>she murmured brokenly, <strong>"Chet told me........ It was all lies...."</strong> For just a moment she felt her mother's arms around her, a fleeting comfort that slipped away, leaving her alone, so alone...... The light faded, and she knew that in the darkness she'd always be alone.... she could see herself, looking down at her broken self, lying on the bed, crying, and she longed to make it right for the girl she knew was her feeling her own damp tears on her cheeks.&nbsp; </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 08:26:56</strong>
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				<br>With a sigh of frustration, Anthony tossed the empty tumbler aside. The brandy burned in his throat, while the crystal of the glass smashed into the fireplace, breaking into thousands of tiny, glittering shards, lowering in a cloud to the burned wood and ash in the open hearth. Her words ghosted through his mind. The accusations, false ones, of lies and deceit burned through his veins and could not be chased away by the intense heat of the alcohol now in his system. Part of him wanted to go back there and beat the truth into her. Where the hell did she get away with accusing him? Her, the girl that had crushed and humiliated him before the entire school…<br><br>No, gathering his resolve, he turned about and strode back to the room he had appointed to her to freshen up before leaving. He hoped to catch her in the shower or still dressing there, as he hadn’t heard her leave. He wanted to settle this once and for all, as not even this situation brought him any resolution to the drama that had started a decade earlier. Still, she kept whirling through his mind, his constant focus, the constant reminder of the love lost forever due to reasons unknown. <br><br>Had she just used him and now tried to talk her way out of it? Surely, she had to know what High School boys were like. Surely, by whoring herself out to any man at those clubs, she had gotten enough experience to know what was said in a locker room was hardly ever close to the truth and just said to impress… Surely she couldn’t be holding that against him as the only reason to break up what they had shared together? Didn’t she feel the same sense of loss as he did? Had it all been superficial or false for her from the beginning? <br><br>No!<br><br>He could and would not believe that. There had been love, Anthony was sure of it. Or had there been? He knew the answer for his part, but for hers? He had to find out.<br><br>Once he arrived at the bedroom, he found her sleeping fitfully wrapped partially in her still wet towels, the thick blanket barely covering the rest of her. She looked so beautiful, innocent and ripe for that taking like that. So… perfect. But she wasn’t. No, he couldn’t allow himself to think that. He was here on purpose. He was going to wake her and get the truth out of her, once and for all.<br><br>But a memory from so long ago stayed his hand. The memory of shared nights, sleeping together when the parents were away. The memory of her being susceptible and talking in her sleep. So he sat down on the bed, softly, staying away from her. And in a soft voice, he whispered.<br><br>“Have you ever truly loved me?”<br><br>She shifted and moaned, before telling him she loved him and always has loved him in a town of voice that sent shivers of delight down his spine and that had him falling all over for her again, his heart beating fast. He bit back on those emotions, asking another question.<br><br>“Then why did you break up? Why did you leave?”<br><br>And she told him again about Chet and the lies… and he realized she actually believed those words. She was convinced he had lied. But how? How could that… Chet… Melanie. A figurative light bulb flared on in his head, filling his mind with a clarity he hadn’t known since she left him. Surging to his feet, cursing under his breath, he rushed out of the room, to the private study that was a part of his living room. His own tiredness and exhaustion fled him for a moment as adrenaline overtook him. He had to know!<br><br>Anthony had always kept journals, even as far back as Junior High, and still did so, keeping track of his days, his actions and decisions. For a man in his current position, it was a valuable reference work. Skimming his finger over the leather bands holding his journals, sorted by year, he found the one, skimming it open to a passage. And upon reading it, he fell into his seat, the energy taken from him, frustration and rage brimming inside of him. But he realized also how powerless he was to turn it all around. He couldn’t travel in time and upon reading his own words, describing those days, he had finally made the link that gave her the ‘evidence’. From her point of view, there was nothing he could change…<br><br>As he drifted off in angry dreams, nightmares and other unpleasant thoughts, while oblivion claimed his consciousness, the diary slipped from his fingers, with a loud thud onto the floor, still open on the passage detailing two days after the break-up<br><br><em>I still don’t understand it. Kate is simply refusing to talk to me or even look at me. I can’t figure out why she dropped me like a brick. All I know is that it hurts. It hurts a lot. I still love her. I will always love her and it is unbearable to have her so close yet so far away. How can I make up for whatever I did if I don’t even know what I did wrong. And she won’t tell me.<br><br>It hurts…<br><br>I’m starting to doubt myself. For her to break up with me like this… were her emotions ever genuine? Did she use my love for her, playing me before breaking me? Did she ever really mean those words when she returned my love. Was she just playing along while we talked about the future? I don’t know and I will never know. All I know is that the pain of a heart breaking like mine is unbearable. And to see her, having fun with others, infuriates me.<br><br>That is why when Melanie Bradshaw came up to me today, asking me out for the gazillionth time, I didn’t turn her down immediately. I’ve always turned her down, because Kate is all I ever wanted. But Melanie asked me just as Kate entered the hallway. It made me hesitate, feeling vengeance in my body. And Melanie kissed me. I wanted to push her off, like I always did when she tried to come close. But another look at my Kate walking there with Chet… walking so very closely with Chet… I returned the kiss. Melanie and I kissed with tongues and everything, in the middle of school…<br><br>But as soon as Kate was gone, I pushed that annoying blonde bimbo away and never talked to or touched her ever again…<br><br>And I still hurt…</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 18:09:34</strong>
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				Kate's dream faded into the dark of night sky, the skies of her childhood, the deep velvet encrusted with a myriad of stars.&nbsp; She curled in her sleep, womb like, in the dark.&nbsp; She drifted into a deep quiet sleep, her body and mind joining in giving her some of the peace she needed, and her heart a resting place from the pain.<br><br>Kate didn't normally crash this fast, or sleep so deeply, but she always had been susceptible to swift drops of energy, the need for rest and sub drop too.&nbsp; She'd learned to make sure she looked after herself, planned her food before a play date and always carried juice, high energy snacks etc.&nbsp; She had realised, eventually, that personally, a lot of it depended on her emotional investment in a scene. Of course, that investment had never included her true love before.....<br><br>Eventually her sleep changed again, the waves of dreams coming back once more to give her glimpses of past and possible futures.&nbsp; But it wasn't until a glimpse of the present, Tony's face looming suddenly starkly clear in the midst of her hopes,&nbsp; his hand hitting her hard on the face, throwing her to the floor in her dreams, and jerking her awake in the the here and now that she woke up.&nbsp; Her hand came up to her cheek, and then she winced as she found the welt from Tony's anger, not because of the physical pain, but because it demonstrated just how much he wanted to hurt her.<br><br>She lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, her heart still beating fast from her nightmares, her thoughts a jumble of emotions.&nbsp; As her heartbeat slowed, she realised, that no matter what happened now, she couldn't stay, she'd have to leave, leave her job, her friends and her little home.&nbsp; The pain of that knowledge made her eyes fill with tears, but she brushed them away impatiently.&nbsp; She'd done it before, she could do it again, perhaps go abroad again for a while. Yes... that's what she'd do, if she rented her place, her aunt and uncle could have the money to help them, and she could go and volunteer again.&nbsp; At least something good could come out of the pain, she thought, and perhaps by the time she came back, Tony would have moved on elsewhere and she'd be safe again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 15:33:49</strong>
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				Waking up, tony glanced at the clock, as memories of last night flooded his mind. Purposefully, he got up, seeing he still had an hour left according to contract. He had made a decision, in regards to the final revelations Kate had made and his own journal of those days had led to. If only he had known the answer had been this simple! He would have done anything back then to disprove what she had imagined about him cheating on her. Now, it would be a lot more difficult, if not impossible. If that was the case, he was going to leave her something to think about before she left. If she walked out without another word afterwards, she would never be seeing him again… But he had strong hopes, as she admitted to still loving him. It explained her own restlessness when it came to partners at the club, at least. She had been feeling much the same as him.<br><br>No more!<br><br>Entering her room, Anthony dropped his clothes, revealing his naked body for the first time in a decade to her again. Without hesitation, he crawled into the bed, on top of her, before capturing her lips with his own. Not allowing her to break the kiss should she wake up, his left hand reached down and lifted her right leg, bending it at the knee, before placing it over his buttocks. He primed himself, before effortlessly sliding his entire length into her still slightly wet pussy, even after the ordeal of last night.<br><br>Sliding home had never felt so good before, as he penetrated her completely. His lips on her kissed her passionately, not allowing her to speak or protest. The alarm clock on the night’s stand clearly showed there were still 56 minutes left to the contract’s end. And those 56 minutes were filled with continuous, relentless, thrusting movements of his hips and pelvis, driving his length slowly but steadily, over and over again completely inside of her, at such an angle, he hit her G-spot every single time.<br><br>He kept fucking her for every single minute, regardless of her cut off protests by his mouth, her squirming or cumming even as she writhed beneath him. No, he was not fucking her. He was making love to her, as slow and intense as they had done the last time together under the moonlit night’s sky. And he kept going, biting back his own pleasure till the very last second of the contract, before he filled her with a torrent of his seed. At the stroke of 7 am, he slid out of her and got up, stepping out of the bed, as he said, “I’ve always loved you, too, Kate. And you made a big mistake back then, just like me.”<br><br>Not wasting another word on that matter, he turned to leave, calling over his shoulder, “Breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes. You can share it with me and receive the signed and closed off contract then.” Leaving, he shrugged on a bathrobe in his own room, before heading for the large, open kitchen, where he pulled out all the things needed for a hearty breakfast. Despite being rich and a bachelor, Anthony did know how to cook rather well. Perhaps not enough to open his own restaurant, but no one would be leaving his company hungry.<br><br>When she came, she would have to pass his still open study with the discarded, open journal, to a kitchen where waffles, scrambled eggs, pancakes with maple syrup and bacon were waiting for her, together with fresh orange juice and hot, black coffee. But as he was setting the table, a thought popped up in his mind. He could make her a proposal that was hard to turn down, allowing him a second chance…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 13:38:12</strong>
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				There were still no sounds coming from outside her room so she pulled off the damp towels, tugging the covers up over her, snuggling down to get warm.&nbsp; She didn't have long to wait before sleep claimed her again, no matter how many thoughts battled for supremacy, her exhaustion won the war and sent her back off to sleep.<br><br>She didn't wake until Tony covered her, and he was inside her before she could even breathe, her own body answering him instantly arching up to fit him and his lips took her chance to speak. In her half sleepy state it was almost as if her dreams had come to life and her loving Tony was back.&nbsp; The feeling stayed, incredibly it stayed as he fucked her with almost with a fierce loving determination and she came several times with no way to ask and no punishment for doing so, until each one climbed higher than the last and she was taken to the high plateau where all is light and fulfillment.<br><br>And still he drove into her, the combination of him taking her, owning her and forcing her to cum so many times took her further than her dreams and she found her spirit wasn't rebelling and she started to be afraid.&nbsp; She was loosing hold on her inner self and only a tiny whisper of a voice was left to protect her.&nbsp; She so wanted to give in completely, be his woman, become that part of her that had always wanted him and and wanted even more the joint fulfillment of his love and his mastery.&nbsp; <br><br>She clung onto the tiny thread holding her to reality, riding the waves of almost barbaric pleasure, confined by his kisses almost more than any ropes could have take away her rights to her own submission.<br><br>Then as he came it was if the switch had been flipped he got off her and left her, not even meeting her eyes.&nbsp; His words were so at variance with his actions she had a hard time absorbing them. 'A mistake?&nbsp; What did he mean by that?&nbsp; And after everything that had happened the idea that he meant what he said about loving her, and it wasn't some kind of mind game was just too dangerous to consider.<br><br>She swung her legs out of bed, wincing slightly at her stiffness and&nbsp; the chorus of aches protesting as she stood up.&nbsp; She didn't want to have breakfast with him, she was so overcome by what had just happened, so vulnerable to her feelings that she'd tried so hard to hide -&nbsp; the idea of sitting across the table from him - especially with the pain and trauma&nbsp; of last night so present in her mind was just awful.<br><br>She dragged herself to the bathroom and knotting her hair up had a hot shower, feeling physically so much better afterwards even if mentally she was both exhausted and only just managing to keep a lid&nbsp; on all the emotions of the last 12 hours.&nbsp; After drying herself she put on the toweling dressing gown, she didn't want to touch the clothes he had, and needed to get her bag from the car.&nbsp; The sooner she got her form and got out the better, she really couldn't handle much more and longed for her own little sanctuary.<br><br>She followed the sounds to the kitchen and stood in the doorway, her arms wrapped round herself and watched him for a moment.&nbsp; Even just the seeing him standing at the stove hurt, she couldn't stay for breakfast, she thought wearily, she just couldn't.<br><br>She cleared her throat and said, "May I please have the keys to your car Tony?&nbsp; I need my bag from it, don't worry about any breakfast for me, I'll have some when I get home."&nbsp; &nbsp;In fact the smell of food made her tummy rumble, she was always starving after a hard night and last night was harder then most, but not for the normal reasons.&nbsp; "I'll call a taxi as soon as I am dressed."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 14:41:40</strong>
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				Hearing her speak up, together with her tummy rumbling at the scents his cooking sent through the house, Anthony turned his attention towards her. She looked amazing like that, wearing only a dressing robe, her hair still moist, her face still beautifully flushed due to a hot shower. But her words were not to his liking. Plastering on a smile, he walked around the table he had set up, placing down the last pan, before heading her way.<br><br>“Kate, relax. I am not going to bite you. I am, however, going to refuse your request until you have some food in you. None of my partners walks out of here hungry or tired. Well, unless they are simply exhausted in the fun way”, he added with a charming smile. Reaching her, he placed his hands on her shoulders and used his natural dominance to start guiding her into the room, towards her seat.<br><br>His touch was an odd combination of tenderness and force, not allowing her to escape, yet neither giving her the feeling of being locked into place by him. Or so he attempted. Gently, he pushed her down on the seat he had prepared for her, facing a plate full with scrambled eggs, a rash of appetizing smelling bacon, a cup of strong coffee and a glass of fresh orange juice, as well as a few slices of toast.<br><br>“Eat, drink”, he told her, letting go of her shoulders. He trusted in his dominance that came natural to him in every aspect of his life. It would do the trick and have her eating and staying just a little longer. It was all that was needed for him to make his next move, a move that would hopefully tie him to her for a lot longer, long enough to break through her defences and finally solve this ‘thing’ between them to his satisfaction. Now that he knew that she still loved him and always would, by her dreamy admission, he would claim her as his again. <br><br>Still, he couldn’t just simply forgive her for leaving him like that and for giving herself to so many other men and women. No… but he was sure she would enjoy his punishments nevertheless.<br><br>Letting her eat, he walked towards one of the desks in the living room, picking up a contract he had prepared before he went to fuck her silly in her bed. Without words, he placed it down besides her plate, allowing her to read it.<br><br><em>Once signed, Kate Weston is bound by contract to service Anthony Michaels 24/7 for one month exactly. <br><br>This service includes anything Mr. Michaels desires, with a provision for four ‘offs’ on account of Ms. Weston.<br><br>Offs:<br>1.<br>2.<br>3.<br>4.<br><br>Upon completion of this contract, Kate Weston will receive the net payment (additional taxes and transaction fees will be handled by Mr. Michaels) of $ 250 000, transferred to an account or in a check of her choice.<br><br>Signed:<br><br>Anthony Michaels</em><br><br>Placing his hands on her shoulders, he started massaging them, standing behind her. His hands slid to her front, his fingertips tracing the rims of her dressing robe. Then, with a swift movement, they slid inside of it. His hands cupped her breasts, bare underneath the towelling cloth of the robe. As his hands kneaded her breasts sensually, his thumbs running over her nipples, he leaned closer and his husky, hot and authority-filled voice whispered in her ears, “I want you to accept Kate. I want you to sign that document, to sign yourself over to a month in my presence completely. I will show you the most intense month of your life and afterwards… afterwards if you will never want to see me again, you will have the means to move away from me, but you will also have my promise that I will make an effort in staying out of your neighbourhood. Of course, that is if I haven’t been able to convince you by then to be mine… forever.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 18:52:59</strong>
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				Sitting in the chair looking down at the steaming food in front of her Kate wondered how she'd let herself to be propelled into the kitchen and given in so easily.&nbsp; It reminded her almost unbearably of the mornings with her old master, after a heavy session he was the one who spoiled her instead of their normal routine. He'd make her favorites and they'd talk quietly together, just be together. And although she hadn't loved him in the way she loved Tony, she had cared for him more than any other man, and learnt so much for him, owed him so much.....&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>When Kate had realised her heart would probably never be free to totally give herself to any man,&nbsp; she had decided not to have a serious relationship again until..... well...... until it was forever, at least had the chance of being forever, and that by some miracle her heart found real love again - she just didn't want to hurt anyone the way she had been hurt.&nbsp; Not ever. <br><br>She had thought&nbsp; that by keeping it simple, playing with just a few good men and women at the club, she'd manage, and also make sure she didn't hurt anyone or come between anyone.&nbsp; But sitting there, in the warm kitchen, a wonderful breakfast in front of her she felt again the deep deep ache and sadness, the bereavement inside of everything she had lost when Tony had taken it from her.&nbsp; She wanted a home............ someone who really loved her and really valued her submission, who would cherish her and....... even to have a family of her own.&nbsp; <br><br>It was like she was sitting at the table of a traitor, she was letting herself down by even being here, had she learned nothing?&nbsp; Tony was already playing mind games with her this morning talking about love and throwing in this caring act.&nbsp; Angry with herself for being such a schmuck, she was about to get up and go call a taxi when he put the papers beside her.&nbsp; <br><br>Just for one moment she thought he was keeping his word, and even better just being on the right side of the line for once.&nbsp; And that leap inside her, of a kind of joy that there was, somewhere inside him, the decent man she'd thought he'd been -&nbsp; &nbsp;took root and started to flourish.&nbsp; But it wasn't her form, all signed and giving her her peace of mind back, it was more games, more pain....... and the hope withered and died.<br><br>She'd hardly finished reading it before his hands were on her, and then they slid down the front of her gown and she froze, feeling her breasts respond to him she felt sick, it was like he had the key to the body and in doing so raped her mind.&nbsp; <br><br>"Please take your hands off me," she said as calmly as she could, "I'm not yours now to manhandle."&nbsp; She waited until he did so and then picked up the contract and taking a sip of her coffee she read it again, slowly, trying to assimilate everything it meant.&nbsp; She was amazed her hands weren't shaking, as everything inside her was trembling.&nbsp; <br><br>No matter how shocked she was, or even how fightened now lost - it all boiled down to one thing....... the money......&nbsp; it would save her aunt and uncle's farm and they would be secure for the rest of their lives and her cousins too.......&nbsp; She fought a swallow of coffee past the lump in her throat.&nbsp; <br><br>One month.....<br><br>She closed her eyes, trying to find the resources inside her......&nbsp; she just couldn't.......&nbsp; Look what just one night had done to her, if she hadn't loved him, she could have just looked at it as a job, a payment worth every penny to save the only family she had left.&nbsp; But, she didn't think she was brave enough, strong enough to cope with what this would mean.<br><br>"So why Tony?" she said still looking at the paper, not able to meet his eyes, she had been going to ask why he wanted her, why he was saying all these contradictory things, part of her even worried for his state of mind. But she rejected that, Tony had no problems in that direction that was pretty obvious, no he just had an agenda, and not one he was going to tell her about.&nbsp; "So why exactly should I believe this contract would be upheld Tony?&nbsp; I mean, you haven't given me much reason to trust you have you.." a slight tinge of bitterness coloured her voice, <em>Trust? Huh! That was just dam laughable</em> "You said if I came to breakfast you'd give me the one from last night, but it isn't here......." <br><br>She set down the cup and the contract carefully, "So how would I know you'd ever pay up?"&nbsp; She couldn't believe she said it, was she seriously considering this farce?&nbsp; She knew that he was right, she did have a price and that galled her almost more than anything else. She'd like to tear up that piece of paper and throw it in his face, but just the memory of the last time she'd seen her aunt, crying quietly at the kitchen table the threat of foreclosure in her hand meant she couldn't pass up the one thing that could save them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 08:19:27</strong>
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				Anthony took his hands off of her when she requested it. He should have been annoyed, but he wasn’t. He had felt her reaction, her dainty, small nipples turning hard as rock under his faintest touch. He had felt her body react and squirm, belying her words and wanting more. He could hear the strain in her voice as she rejected him before analyzing the contract under close scrutiny. He was annoyed, however, when she questioned his honour, questioning how he could be trusted. But he bit down on the annoyance and turned to the side, to the kitchen counter, and walked over the few steps towards it.<br><br>Taking up the paper there, he lifted it and showed it to his ‘visitor’.<br><br>“Frankly, I am a bit insulted at you questioning me like that. I never lied to you, not that you believe that, and I always made sure you knew my intentions. I did so in High School and I did so again at the club, even tonight. I was angry with you, enraged even, and I might have taken things a bit far, going a little bit out of your comfort zone, but that is what you signed up for. You signed to be a complete sub and that is what I treated you like. But for this new contract, you have my word I will follow it and treat you with the respect you are due.”<br><br>He approached her again and handed her the fully signed contract.<br><br>“Here you go. Your bag is behind the kitchen counter. There is a phone there, too, so you can call a cab. If you don’t sign the second contract, I expect you to be gone within the hour, so you can hand in the contract of last night at the club. If you decide to sign the second one, you will finish your meal, dress up and come to me in my study. It is down the hall, the second door on the right. You will bring this thing, signed and with the offs filled in if there are any. We will begin that one month immediately, while also heading for the club tonight, to complete the previous contract.”<br><br>Having had his say, he left the kitchen and went to his study, waiting, sitting at his desk while checking out the mail from work.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 18:08:25</strong>
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				Every word was like a nail being driven into her coffin.&nbsp; Kate had hoped that he would show some understanding, why she didn't know...... A man of honour would have shown his good will, proved it, even put half the money up front, or set aside in a bank account.&nbsp; But no, he still had this hard line attitude that he was in the right in every way, he hadn't a drop of humility in his soul.<br><br>They could have talked about her job, how it might work, if he was serious, if this contract was actually about what he said it was.&nbsp; <em>Too far?&nbsp; Angry? </em> He knew dam well that in signing up for the auction she would never have been treated like that by any other Man, or woman, he had done what no Dom should ever do, used her in anger, ignored her offs and done it not in any spirit of exchange, purely for his own petty revenge at an imagined wrong.&nbsp; <br><br>Exchange.......&nbsp; power <em>exchange</em>, this new contract wasn't to be that, he had shown with his attitude that this was to be slavery pure and simple, a one way street with no exchange of anything and she didn't think she could do it, no matter how much the money was.&nbsp; She picked up her bag and took it back to her room, dressing in jeans and simple t-shirt, brushing her hair and pinning it back up loosely.&nbsp; But no matter how much she tried to set the whole thing aside her aunt and uncle and her little cousins kept intruding on her thoughts, their faces guilt tripping her and making her want to cry out to them that she was sorry, she just could not do it, even for them.<br><br>She stood in front of the mirror and ran her fingers up the dark pink welt on her cheek. She knew she could not go back to the club until it was healed, she'd have to post the form, although why she thought she should protect him from the repercussions of the tangible proof of his wrongdoing she didn't know.&nbsp; Part of it she supposed was that she couldn't bear for people to pity her.&nbsp; She shivered, her empty stomach rumbling again and reminding her she needed food, and rest and her heart ached with the repercussions of the night and the hard decisions ahead of her.<br><br>Dumping her bag in the hall she went to the kitchen to phone a cab and pick up the club form.&nbsp; As she dialed the number her eyes were drawn to the sum of money on the contract still laying by her plate.&nbsp; And as the dispatcher answered and she started to arrange her cab she&nbsp; halted and abruptly told the girl she had changed her mind and put the phone down.&nbsp; For her family's sake she had to try......<br><br>She left the contract where it was, and walked to Tony's study, taking a deep breath standing outside the door, she told herself that she had to set aside her own feelings.&nbsp; She opened it and stood framed in the doorway, "Tony can we please just talk a moment?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 08:13:45</strong>
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				<br>With a sigh of frustration, he worked through a long list of emails. While he was no micro-manager of his own company, it seemed that some of his employees couldn’t even tie their own shoe laces without his proper approval or instructions. It was tiring and one of the downsides to taking on more staff. It was a necessity, however, as his software company kept growing exponentially, offering more and more services and programs, as well as high speed, low cost servers.<br><br>While he was working, his fingers darting over the keyboard with experienced ease and speed, his thoughts wandered off to the woman he had left sitting in his kitchen. She was so lovely and infuriating both! Did she really think him a monster, to be treating him like this? To constantly question him and in effect insult him? To talk down to him? Had she changed that much from the loving person he had known all those years ago?<br><br>No, she was respectful and still lovely. Everyone at the club talked about it. Except she wasn’t like that to him, even before he effectively stretched the boundaries of the contract. Still, he had left her a&nbsp; new one, with a very enticing number on it, one no ordinary person could turn down, not even those not into the D/s scene. And he hoped she would take it, so he could prove to her that he was still the same as back then. <br><br>He had vowed to treat her better than last night, yet just before, her scathing words and lack of trust in the man she still loved hurt him. A lot…<br><br>That is when she appeared in the doorway, dressed and looking like she was doubting herself. Then, she finally talked to him in a normal tone, as if he was just Tony again, not some rapist violating her. Focussing completely on her, he was once more mesmerized by her alluring mix of beauty and vulnerability. It had always been that mixture that attracted him, as well as her strong, outspoken morals, her caring and her unexpectedly kinky side. <br><br>“Yes, Kate, we can. Take a seat”, he waved her over, motioning for the chair opposite his at the desk. “what do you want to talk about?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 12:12:03</strong>
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				Her eyebrows rose slightly, Kate hadn't expected it to be that easy.&nbsp; Even his tone of voice was almost.....<br><br>She hesitated, was it all too good to be true, was this just another ploy of his to make her believe he could be trusted to uphold the new contract?&nbsp; The only thing that kept her walking slowly forward was why she was doing this, every bone in her body wanted to turn tail and run, and sitting on the front of the chair she clasped her hands together tightly.<br><br>Looking at his face made it too hard, she would find it so easy to drown in his eyes.&nbsp; Love was such a treacherous thing she thought, it wasn't just the pain it brought, it was also the way it leached your resolve, took away your ability to protect yourself and behave logically. Yet again she thought how much easier this would be if she didn't love him.&nbsp; It was such a cruel twist of fate that he had never lost her heart, no pain seemed to be able to break that fact, he had her heart in his keeping and she could feel the pain at its loss as keenly as ever.&nbsp; <br><br>She remembered siting with Chet, while he so calmly and kindly broke her whole world apart brick by brick.&nbsp; She hadn't cried, the pain had been too much for tears, she just slowly hemorrhaged inside, feeling her&nbsp; life drain away and all hope with it. Then only minutes later, when some still frozen part of her had managed to thank Chet for his honesty and then she had had to walk past Tony, hearing him say her name had almost made her choke with the tears she held back.&nbsp; She hadn't even managed to to look at him, she had to walk past, hugging her bag to her chest like a shield, to the safety of the girls toilets where she spent the next hour before seeing the nurse and going home sick. The smell of public toilets to this day made her tummy roll with sickness, that hour, alone, in the small cubicle swimming in despair one of the strongest memories of her life.<br><br>She realised she had just been sitting there looking at him, the pain in her heart seeping through every pore, and she wrenched her eyes away from his face and looked down at her hands.&nbsp; "I have a job Tony," she said hesitantly, "And responsibilities.." what could she say?&nbsp; That she didn't trust him, that she was even more frightened of his kindness than the pain he could cause her.....<br><br>She swallowed, making her voice as detached as she could, she couldn't trust him, but if she made one of her offs that while she was at work there nothing binding them and he broke that then the contract would be null and void...........&nbsp; She swallowed, knowing how bad it would sound, but she was going to do this, she had to, she had to make sure they got the money and there was so little time.....<br><br>"If you give me the money up front I'll do it."&nbsp; She swallowed again, hating she still sounded so detached, but it was the only way she could get it out, "That's my only condition other than the four offs I'll fill in, and that we have to give the contract to a lawyer to hold."&nbsp; She gripped her hands even tighter, if he agreed then she would be his for a month, and that month seemed to stretch out endlessly before her........
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 12:56:14</strong>
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				“Fine”, Anthony agreed easily. He pulled out a cheque book and started filling in the proper names and numbers, adding up to the money the contract promised. He was trying to hide the excitement he suddenly felt. He knew that her current conditions and reasons were valid. He could tell that much still, just like he could tell her doubt, warring between reluctance and determination. And dared he hoped for a little bit of excitement from her side as well?<br><br>“I hope you agree that I fill in noon today as the starting time? I don’t care if it actually takes you longer to prepare yourself and arrange some of the affairs you need, especially regarding your work. I expect you here no later than dinner, however, with a bag filled with all the possessions you think you will need from your place. I will provide anything you might need during this month, though, so it is not a necessity.”<br><br>He was more business like now, automatically, as always when it came to contracts and money. It wasn’t intentional, but he realized he might not be sounding all too friendly. Of course, he wasn’t offending her, or so he hoped, but to be sure, he glanced up when he finished the cheque, tearing it out of the small booklet.<br><br>He slid it to the other side of the desk, while looking at her. His voice softened and grew warmer with a hint of emotion, as he told her, “I am glad you are accepting this Kate. I really am. I know your current beliefs and I suppose my actions tonight have only reinforced those beliefs you have regarding me. I promise you, however, that you will not regret this month. And I am not just talking sexually wise. You know I can provide you with more than enough pleasure. But I also mean…”<br><br>He trailed off, not knowing how to put it into words, not wanting to make himself appear too vulnerable to her. He was supposed to be the dominant one, after all. He became slightly more business like again, though there was still an obvious hint of caring in his voice, as he continued speaking. <br><br>“There are only a few rules. You will not call me Master. I am Tony, just like I have always been. During this month, you stay with me. You can live how you see fit within this house when I am not in your company. However, to have outside contacts, or to leave this house, you will need to ask permission. I don’t intend to completely restrict you, but you are my responsibility for the whole month, so I want to know where you go should you want to go shopping or so. Deal?”<br><br>“That being said, you are free to go now, to cash in that cheque, to make arrangements for your work and to turn the contract over to a lawyer. To wherever you go, you can have them bill it to me. Also, you can post or deliver the contract from last night if you want to.”<br><br>That being said, he stood up and walked around the desk, around her chair even. “I have to go into office now. See you at dinner?” He leaned down from besides her and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, before straightening up and walking out.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Higest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 00:38:53</strong>
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				<br>As soon as he started to write the cheque KAte felt as if she was already bound.&nbsp; She couldn't breathe for a moment, the dread from what she was doing drenching her.&nbsp; She watched his fingers as he tore the cheque out and slid it towards her.&nbsp; Fingers which she would have to obey. <br><br>She made herself let the air go, and suck some more inside, she couldn't reach out to take the cheque as her hand would be shaking so much she would be humiliated.&nbsp; She kept them grasped tightly, concentrating on her breathing, using the techniques she'd started to learn so long ago.&nbsp; <br><br>She realised he was....... well he seemed to be......&nbsp; trying to reassure her and for just a moment she thought he was going to say that he wasn't going to hurt her, but before she could look up and meet his eyes his voice went back to it's unemotional tone, telling her what was going to happen next.&nbsp; She listened carefully, as she always did, not only as a sub to make sure no instruction was missed, but also because even as a child coping with her dyslexia,&nbsp; she'd learned to remember almost anything that was said to her word for word, because she couldn't write things down easily.<br><br>when he left, rather than lay her head on the desk and burst into tears she concentrated on the practicalities, using them to relegate her fears to the back of her mind.&nbsp; She didn't let the kiss lull her into a false sense of security though, Tony had had his way, and must be pretty happy she'd caved in.&nbsp; In fact he must think even less of her, now that she had a&nbsp; price, and it&nbsp; filled her with shame.&nbsp; She shook herself, standing and picking up the cheque.&nbsp; It didn't matter what he thought of her, he could think she was mercenary and money grasping, he obviously thought a lot worse by the sound of things. At the end of one&nbsp; month she would be free and no matter what that month held she'd done the right thing and that could sustain her.<br><br>At home she carefully packed clothes for work, casual and formal.&nbsp; She worked methodically, the task keeping her soothed in its normalcy.&nbsp; She decided to take no personal possessions other than her laptop with her library of music on it and the work she needed to keep up with.&nbsp; She'd left her play bag at the house as it had all her personal first aid things and wash kit from the night before.&nbsp; She sat in her little kitchen and carefully filled in the contract, <br><br>1. There must be no D/S interaction during her work or interference with it any way<br>2. There must be no visible impact marks when she went to work<br>3. No injury that was severe enough to need hospital or emergency treatment<br><br>Those were the most important things she decided, her work was far to important to disrupt, the children needed her and she couldn't disappear on them&nbsp; That left one hard limit for her, and that was terribly hard.&nbsp; In the end she she wrote slightly jerkily,<br><br>4. No public humiliation.&nbsp; <br><br>She did cry then, soft hot tears, a few splashing down on the paper before she realised and moved it away.&nbsp; It was like holding pain in her hands, she already felt the weight of it and it took all her resolve to finish doing what she needed to do to shut the flat up, leaving a note for her neighbour.&nbsp; She was thankful she had the day off, and was spared trying to deal with that, and tomorrow was Saturday so it was another two whole days before she would have to face it at all.<br><br>She got two photocopies done, one for her and one for Tony, and took the contract to a Lawyer who was a Dom at the club and was a good friend.&nbsp; He was completely trustworthy and would understand the nature of the contract.&nbsp; He was surprised, but professional, and she managed to keep it light, even joking that it was like winning the lottery, which in turn gave her an idea. <br><br>Banking the cheque and arranging the transfer of all all the money to her uncle she rang them, telling them the wonderful news that she'd won some money on the lottery and had sent them enough to save the farm and even have some left over to tide them through.&nbsp; There was much tears, and such joy -&nbsp; but not able to keep up the pretense for too long she cut them short saying she was going on a holiday with some of the money and they wouldn't hear from her for a month or so.<br><br>She drew a little money out, there was hardly anything left in her bank account, as she'd been sending every spare penny she could to her Aunt and Uncle, and she didn't like being without any cushion of savings.&nbsp; At least now, she thought she could start to rectify that, if she continued to be careful she'd soon have some money behind her again.<br><br>She went to a small cafe she loved, and ate a good lunch. By then she was so hungry it didn't matter&nbsp; what else was going on, and she just concentrated on the wonderful Italian food and ate her fill.&nbsp; She realised as she ate that there was no point in going back to Tony's house as she had no key, nor did she even have his telephone number.&nbsp; <br><br>She spent the afternoon firstly at a massage parlor with Jill the masseuse, not the name most men would call her, but she had trained in that and although the palour where she worked was more about turning tricks she was also someone who didn't judge her, or the marks on her body that needed tending and a body that needed.....<br><br>Kate fell asleep on the couch and was thankful Jill&nbsp; left her, waking much more rested and calm. She tried to give Jill some extra money, which she refused hugging her and telling her to take care, which made Kate quite emotional, some friends were a real lifeline.<br><br>Then after posting the club form she went to the river, somewhere she had gone regularly while she lived here, the park and the ever changing scenery of the people who used it had become her little sanctuary, where she chilled out and found her inner strength.&nbsp; She stayed there until she started to feel a little cold, letting her thoughts drift aimlessly, not thinking about what lay ahead at all, she couldn't change it by worrying about it, and letting her imagination run wild would be a really stupid thing to do.<br><br>The nerves came back though as she sat in her car outside his house waiting for him to come home from work, even listening to music didn't help that much as her stomach screwed tighter and tighter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Highest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 19:12:24</strong>
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				Work that day didn’t go well for Anthony. Not that he made mistakes, for he was far too in control of himself and his employees to let that happen, but he felt his mind straying. It was filled with daydreams of the beautiful brunette that would be waiting for him at home. It was full of contemplations, plans and ideas forming on the things he would do with and to her. And most of all, there was a sense of exhilaration that had nothing to do with the sexual aspect at all. For one month, he would have Kate again.<br><br>A month in which he would do his very best to see the mistakes they both made for just that. Mistakes on both their parts, instead of the outright betrayal they had felt from each other for so long. He had the money, the means and the looks to accomplish it. He had the skills to make her feel more pleasure than any other could give him, enhanced because of her feelings for him still, making her more susceptible, as even his rough treatment had evidenced.<br><br>He would woo her and force her to act on the feelings she was hiding. And he would force himself to do the same. As soon as he walked out of this office, he could not allow old hurt and resentment to cloud his actions and intent. Oh, he would still be a strict ‘Master’, he would always be, but he would have to treat her with the respect and –dare he say it- love she deserved. If for no other reason than to convince her of his good intentions.<br><br>The money aspect of it all was inconsequential anyway. The sum he had offered her would have swayed anyone not moving in his circles, not just her. And he had seen her doubt and reluctance. He could only guess at what finally made her decide to accept it. What little he knew of her still, as he had only had his questions answered by the people not close to her, she worked somewhere to do good, not for the money. Something with children.<br><br>Perhaps she would donate the money?<br><br>He didn’t care. Fact of the matter was that she had accepted. That was all that counted. Now, it was his move.<br><br>That evening, he got home, driving up the driveway in his Porsche. While not always that fond of opulence, he often had to present the successful, stylish image to the outside world. It gave his investors and stockholders the confidence to stay loyal to him. Not that they had anything to complain with the success of the company. As he approached his house, he saw her, his little Kate, standing there, waiting for her in her own car.<br><br>Pulling over next to her, he got out, carrying a bag of Chinese take-out. He didn’t want to waste time cooking now that the contract was running. He had ordered all of her favourites he still remembered from over a decade ago. He hoped she would appreciate it. Standing next ot her car, he knocked on her window and waved for her to come outside.<br><br>“I have your favourite Chinese dishes for you. Lets get inside and eat”, he told her, like he would have done so long ago. Gone was the business like tone. Gone was the resentment. Now, he was just Tony again, whom he hadn’t been able to be for a while now, as he had become a workaholic. As he walked over, opening the door to his villa, he entered the building, holding the door for Kate. And just like so long ago, his eyes didn’t seem able to leave her perfect figure and lovely face.<br><br>“Relax Kate. I am not going to eat you”, he teased her, “I think I’ll save that for dessert”, he added seductively.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Highest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 18:11:07</strong>
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				Kate turned up the music a bit and put her seat back a little, laying back and shutting her eyes. She might have a long wait as she didn't see him being the come home early type somehow.&nbsp; She had managed to keep most of her worries at bay while she sorted herself out, but now, with nothing to do but wait, many of them crowded back into her mind.<br><br>She was going to have to last a whole month doing Tony's bidding.&nbsp; She also realised that she could do nothing other than not only faithfully abide by the contract, but also she had to do it in the spirit she would do it for anyone else.&nbsp; Fully commit, give herself fully in submission, no halfhearted halfway house, body and soul she was his for 30 days.&nbsp; <br><br>She wondered how she would be at the end of it.&nbsp; Would part of her be broken forever?&nbsp; She was so frightened - that because she loved him still, he would break her in ways he had no idea that he was actually accomplishing.&nbsp; She knew just how easily he could hurt her, how easily punish............. no-one had ever had such a hold on her and perhaps this was also a true test of her real submission, the surrendering of more of her than ever before, opening herself up in a way that she had never done and part of her had longed to do for so long.<br><br>No, she mustn't think of the longing....... that was going to be the hardest test of all, knowing that it was not real, that it was one-sided and his feelings for her so far apart from hers that they would be starting form two totally different stand points.&nbsp; The one thing that bothered her was how much she should tell him.&nbsp; She knew for her own safety, with any other man she would have told him that her feelings were engaged, that the safety limits that would normally hold a person back could be brushed aside by her love for him.&nbsp; It was safer to do so, or he wouldn't know........&nbsp; but in this case, would he use it against her, could she cope with that?&nbsp; She didn't think she could, the cold mockery of the night before still felt raw and sharp, if she laid that knowledge in his hands what would become of her?<br><br>She jumped as he knocked on her window, blushing as though he might have been able to read her thoughts, scrambling out of the car and grabbing her small bag, and the contracts and following him. Not only was he earlier than she had thought, but his whole demeanor was also so different to her expectations, expecting him to insist on protocols the minute they stepped inside his gentle words, and caring, slightly teasing attitude stumped her.<br><br>As he laid out the dishes on the table and she put his copy of the contract where he sat that morning she watched him, it was almost as though he was more than one person, this lighthearted happy Tony one she had not seen for so long it seemed like they were stepping back in time and she had had to clasp herself with her arms to still the small quivers of hope that trembled inside her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Highest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 13:05:12</strong>
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				He stalled the dishes out on the salon table, in front of the sofa facing the large flat screen television. Now that he had her for the entire month, completely at his mercy and whim, Anthony intended to take his time to do it good. He would work on overwhelming her with those memories they once shared together, and he would make her feel both at home and in heaven, a world of enjoyment, happiness and mind blowing pleasure. Oh, he would still be the dominant one, mostly sexually, and he would make sure she would enjoy it so much, she would be spoiled for any other man from now on. Not that he planned on her thinking of any other man before the month was over. He wanted her to stay of her own free will afterwards.<br><br>And he would work hard for that goal.<br><br>As soon as the food was stalled out, he flicked on the television, putting it on some random music channel, to have a bit of an atmosphere. The volume remained low, filling the living room with some music, while not hindering conversations or any other activities. Once she sat down, he headed for the open kitchen, to fetch some drinks. As he walked past the dinner table, he glanced at the contract, taking note of the various offs. Sure, he could live with those. Perhaps, however, he would need to find a bit of a loophole to work around the work-related one. He had no intention of humiliating her in public, none at all, but he wanted to be able to work her up a bit in secret, before she got home… He would have to see how that would work out.<br><br>Still, those were worries for a later time, as they had a whole weekend to start off with, first.<br><br>Her other offs, though, left him in a bit of a confused state. He thought number two and three were a given anyway. And there was nothing to protect her against the humiliation and almost unbearable mix of pain and pleasure he had heaped on her with the enema. He had punished her severely, disregarded her former offs slightly and treated her like dirt… yet there was nothing like that in it. What to do about that?<br><br>He returned to the couch, carrying glasses filled with her favourite non-alcoholic beverage. While ordinarily, wine would have been more romantic, he wanted them both to have clear minds. It would be a long, long night, if everything went according to plan.<br><br>Sitting down next to her, he told her, “Dig in, go ahead!” Despite his still cheerful voice and easy smile, inwardly, he was thinking over the list. She had really put herself out here for him, fully at his beck and call, allowing him to do anything he wanted to her, within medical norm, legally at that. It offered plenty of opportunities he hadn’t considered before. Still, all of them would be aimed towards her pleasure, even the pain parts…<br><br>For now, he watched her eat, before he started eating, too. After eating his preliminary fill, he focussed on her. Sitting beside her, he leaned in closer, easily, his fingers touching her cheek, before caressing a tantalizing path to her neck. He tilted her head, before kissing her pulse point with warm, wet lips and a teasing flick of his tongue. Breaking the small kiss there, he whispered hotly, directly into her ear, “You know Kate, I will respect your Offs. Some of the limits are rather vague, though, so whenever you think I am coming to close to breaking them, I want you to say my full name as a safeword. Deal? On the other hand”, he continued, suddenly changing the topic, his voice dropping to a husky purr “You know what would be really hot? For you to take off your panties now. In fact… unless I tell you otherwise, you are not allowed to wear any. Nor a bra. Not even to work…”, he trailed off, leaning in again and capturing her earlobe with his lips, suckling it, while his fingers brushed from her neck over the curve of her breast.<br><br>“And why don’t you follow that up by masturbating here, on my couch, wearing nothing but your top? I want to hear you, I want you to tell me what you are imagining me doing to you while you touch yourself… and I want you to tell me when and how you can feel it coming closer, till you are on the verge of an orgasm. But there are no orgasms without my permission, understood?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Highest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 13:38:27</strong>
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				She felt like a fly caught in a web, the tension mounting as she ate her meal.&nbsp; But she did eat, the nervous energy that she'd used demanded it, and as she savored some of the dishes she loved, wondering if he really had remembered or it is was a lucky guess, she couldn't bring herself to look at him.&nbsp; She knew she had so may thoughts chaotically ricocheting around that she wouldn't be able not to...... <br><br>As they finished and he came closer, kissing her neck, starting the quiver that ran up an down her back and made her breasts tighten, Kate closed her eyes for second allowing herself to imagine for just a few precious seconds.....<br><br>She swallowed hard, so here it really begins, could she do it?<br><br>She said softly, still not meeting his eyes, "I can wear no panties at work most of the time, as I have to wear trousers most days, but if I do have to wear a skirt for meetings and then have to work with the kids, I'd either have to wear panties, or take trousers to change into." There wasn't any point in explaining she often had to get down on the floor with her kids and even lift them, he wouldn't be interested, "But I will need to wear a bra," She couldn't cope doing the physical side of her job without a bra – it just would not be appropriate.<br><br>She risked looking at him, and then wished she hadn't, his hot gaze starting the instant melt inside her.&nbsp; Then she blushed, realising that already he had pushed her boundaries more than she wanted, she had put <em>no D/S interaction at work</em> and already he had sneaked his own control into something she thought would be, to be honest, an escape from the whole situation.<br><br>"And d.....don't forget, you promise not to do anything that affects my work or my kids." she could feel her blush deepening, "So that's it as far as work in concerned, hands off....."&nbsp; She couldn't help a little bit of steel creeping into her voice, she'd fight like a mother bear for her children, they needed her far more than he did, it was no game for them......"<br><br>She knew if any other dominant had heard her he would have been shocked at her tone, but she didn't care, she had been stupid enough to give him more than she should and it had to stop here or she might as well have not written her 'offs' at all.<br><br>She said with a little more of her softness back, but not liking that he had chosen her safe-word, knowing too that as she had never used any but her own it would be very, very hard to transfer it, remember it when things got bad "And what about the equivalent of 'orange'" she asked, do I get allowed that?<br><br>She started to unbutton her cardigan, and then without taking off the sheer white cami t-shirt underneath it, undid and then slipped out of the straps of her bra and then pulled it out all together, knowing that other than at work she now would not be wearing bra's again unless he gave her permission.&nbsp; She had very sensitive nipples, and it also meant that she would be driven crazy by the friction, and she swallowed again, realising that eventually he probably learn that about her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Well...... One step at a time.... first she had to let go of the tight knots inside her still preventing her from properly submitting, and she dreaded, just dreaded taking off her jeans and panties and him seeing just how wet his simple kiss had made her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Highest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 13:54:32</strong>
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				He was testing her boundaries already with his requests and to his joy, she seemed to acquiesce partially, more than he had expected. Really, as long as she didn’t wear them in his presence, he could really care less about what she wore when he wasn’t around. On the other hand, it was the principle of the thing. Especially when she started throwing back his promises at him, as well as resisting him further. His eyes narrowed temporarily, but he chose not to react just now. He would fist do with her what he intended, so that the punishment would come all the more unexpected. <br><br>Besides, her ‘infractions’ were rather mild. But as he mentioned, it was the principle of the thing. He couldn’t allow her to give her opinion on all of his orders, nor could he allow her to make more terms besides those already cited on the contract.<br><br>“You are allowed an orange and green safeword. But I will only listen to my full name as the red one. Orange and green you are allowed to pick right now, but afterwards, you will have to do as you are told. And I told you to get rid of those panties and to masturbate. If I were you, I would not hesitate much longer. I know you well enough to see you seem a bit reluctant about something. But you signed the contract of your own, free will.” <br><br>He put a bit of an edge to his voice, letting his dominance shine through, though he wasn’t disrespectful about it. Afterwards, he softened into ordinary, fun Tony again, watching her intently, as she slid off the bra in such a way he didn’t get to see her breasts at all. He knew her body, mostly at least, and as soon as she stopped, hesitating over her pants, he reached out and his nimble, skilled fingers brushed up and down her left breast. He focussed and the tip of his index finger trailed a circle around her nipple, through the white camisole shirt, over and over again.<br><br>“Don’t you want to feel your own touch, Kate? Don’t you want to feel pleasure in my company? Doesn’t the idea of me watching and touching you while you are rubbing yourself make you hot? You better get to it… and do exactly as I said before, because I agree on your remarks about the workplace. Bra is allowed, and panties when you are wearing a skirt.”<br><br>The situation, the start of the control he was having over her, as well as the intoxicating scent of her nearness and… a dash of female arousal, turned him on and his impressive member started growing hard in his own pants, forming a growing bulge.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Highest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 14:59:14</strong>
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				She hadn't realised she'd shown any hesitation at all in taking her jeans off, she was sure she hadn't............ she looked away from him, surely he didn't read her that well? No..... it was just his way of still running things...... perhaps he was one of those men, who had to vocally command all the time, even when their sub was obeying him.&nbsp; <br><br>She undid her top button and slid the zip down, thankful she needed to stand up to shimmy out of her tight jeans and her breast would get a short respite, his touch was so electric she was finding hard to even think straight - the currents of pure energy zapping down to her sex making her cream even more.&nbsp; <br><br>She could smell her own arousal as she pushed down her jeans and as she slipped of her panties she laid them quickly to one side half tucked under her jeans, the dark wet patch on them and scent of her cream making her cunt tighten in short sharp waves.&nbsp; She knew he wanted to see her, that he wanted her in effect to perform for him, and she could not do other than obey that need even though he hadn't voiced it, it wasn't in her not to.&nbsp; So she sat back into the corner of the sofa,&nbsp; further away from him, allowing her to almost face him, raising her leg and slipping her foot slightly under his thigh so with one foot still on the floor she was spread open for him.&nbsp; <br><br>She let her eyes run down him as relaxed back, she knew how strong he was, his body even more delectable than it was when they were younger, and the waves of control coming off him, of a kind of self-understanding and self-control made her shiver as she reached down with her left hand to part her lips and with her right she drew soft slow circles around her clit, feeling it harden and peek out ready for her touch.<br><br>"Pleasing you is what I am here for, "she said in her musical husky voice, "And I love my own touch......." she said truthfully, giving also a little of what he asked, as much as she could for the moment, she couldn't bare her soul, not to him, but direct questions, that was another matter....<br><br>She slid her fingers down into herself, and pulled back more juices to slide up and down over her now pulsing bud, her head pressing back into the sofa and catching her breath, even arching slightly as the first touch fired off the dynamite that it always did. As she clenched again more of her juices slid out to drip slowly down from her slit and between her cheeks.&nbsp; At least it was a leather sofa, she thought, and almost laughed at the practicality of her thinking, why should she be bothered if she puddled on his couch?&nbsp; It was up to him, not her......<br><br>She kept herselfspread open with a 'v' of her left fingers, her soft tight lips otherwise would obscure his view.&nbsp; She had always loved the look, feel, smell, even taste of herself........&nbsp; she relished that all her charms were hidden, shy, a little like her outwardly unassuming and sexually, underneath, a cauldron of desires.&nbsp; <br><br>She kept her fingers running up and down, sometimes slipping them into herself, her needy cunt having a mind of it's own when it came to masturbating, it always want to be filled.......to be fucked......<br><br>She remembered she was supposed to be telling him what she was thinking and she said quietly, "I'm thinking of being fucked, " she didn't say by him, but he wouldn't believe her, that he, and fantasising were so much part of her fantasies -&nbsp; of her dreams, to be here, near to him, was making her tremble with need.....<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Highest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 18:30:42</strong>
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				He watched, mesmerized, how she was splayed over his couch, her camisole top barely hiding her breasts and the hardened nipples topping them. Her legs were deliciously bare and spread, one of them even touching him. She was touching herself while looking at him, her musical voice adding an edge to the scene that had him straining in his pants. That is why, when she mentioned thinking she was being fucked, he reached to the buttons of his shirt.<br><br>With a tantalizing slowness, he started undoing every button of his shirt. There was a sense of sensual teasing to it, or so he had been told, if he took his time, assured and self-confident, not letting himself be rushed by an attempt to imitate an ordinary stripper, or by being overcome with lust. No. Tony was in control, at all times.<br><br>As he undid the last button, his shirt slid open, revealing the finely sculpted, athletic chest, lightly tanned skin stretching tightly over it. He spent quite a few hours each week in the gym to keep his body like this, fit and good looking. He had only improved when he lost the last vestiges of his teenage years, and gained the bulk of an adult male since she had last seen him. <br><br>With his blue grey eyes, he kept watching her, even as he completely removed his shirt, his eyes slipping from her face to her pussy and back. He reached down and started unzipping his pants, before shrugging them off, too, even as he remained seated. It was shortly followed by his black boxers, revealing his cock, long and thick, standing up in a powerful erection. His hand closed slowly around it, followed by obvious strokes. <br><br>Soon, he stopped, though, before he told her, “Now straddle me. Take me inside and slowly ride yourself to the brink of an orgasm, Kate. And I want you to tell me in detail what it feels like, my thick cock inside of you, filling you and giving you pleasure.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Highest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 00:18:55</strong>
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				His eyes kept raking her body, looking up and down, her hands trembling slightly at the sure heat of his gaze.&nbsp; His own hands were rock steady as they undid his shirt, and part of her felt sad that she didn't affect him more, but she squashed that feeling down as hard as she could.... that was a stupid way to be thinking and already too. She should be stronger than that, and more able to play a part. She had a whole contract to honour, this wasn't a play date it was something far, far more serious.&nbsp; <br><br>She tried to concentrate on her fingers, and block everything else.....&nbsp; she had had years of practice at&nbsp; zoning into what was important and she put that into effect, her back arching as the first real wave of pure lust rocked through her.&nbsp; She couldn't take her eyes off him though, the reveal of his body churning her insides and the drool puddled in her mouth as he released his cock, her heart stuttering as she flamed even brighter.<br><br>His tanned fingers around the solid trunk&nbsp; made her remember the feeling of him inside her that morning, so different from the night before, as though he had had something to prove he had driven her to such heights....... and then just walked away, she must not, no matter what remember just that..... that he'd walk away... but she could live in the moment she reasoned, the joy of just being with him needn't be always made bitter by the past and the future.&nbsp; What if she really could let go?&nbsp; Take what he offered with both hands?&nbsp; Be who she truly was inside, wouldn't it be worth it to live that dream, even if it was only for a few weeks?<br><br>It was frightening, even the idea of it, it coiled sinuously around her inside demanding to be heard, the longing to be his, really his, even though it wouldn't be always his - and he would never ever know what it was she was giving.......<br><br>She came to him, her eyes down on his hand where it lay beside him. She shivered, half with intense excitement, half with real fear, not the scening and playing fear, the real, cold fear for your sanity for your life, for your heart. His hand seem to embody almost everything in this current situation: his strength, his power, the wicked capability to really hurt, to please or to damage, a hand that could take and give, and could reach inside and tear her to shreds.&nbsp; The fact that she longed for his touch, and feared it, desired his caress and yet knew each one would make it harder for her to leave, his hand held quite literally her heart in its grasp and could rock her world when ever it wanted to.<br><br>Her fingers lightly resting on his shoulders, Kate slowly lowered herself onto him, pulling back and then down in increments until she sheathed him and moaned as he pressed into the wall of her cervix. Even though she was swimming in her juices he was so large inside her he tugged at her as she moved, as if trying to keep her impaled on the embodiment of his need forever. <br><br>She rocked her hips, and slid to and fro a little, using her weight to massage him hard inside her, and feel the length of him, moaning again as he took every other thought from her head with the intense demands on her body. Something snapped inside her head and she held her breath, the mental block being tumbled so suddenly it took her a moment to realise what was happening to her.&nbsp; <br><br>She let her eyes rest on his, the dark pools of passion widening even more, The words she couldn't say sounding like a fanfare in her head..<em>'You complete me......' </em>She actually said, her voice grating slightly as the small moans threatened to take over, "You are so big inside me........ so hard and strong......" She groaned then, her tummy tightening as she started to ride him with a slow strong rhythm, feeling the deep massage of her inner core.&nbsp; <br><br>"You squeeze me." she moaned, "Your cock seems to massage every part of me that lights up inside, " she couldn't say any more, not without giving too much of her self away.&nbsp; He had opened her, made her a woman for the first time, it was like he had moulded her just for him and no other man could ever do what he did to her.&nbsp; She knew it wouldn't&nbsp; be long before she had to ask, but she'd shed some of her outer layer now....... it was part of her, she couldn't hide it, she'd do it without shame, that morning he'd certainty made the most of it so it couldn't be something he hated, even though at first she though he might........ felt even that he hated that part of her as much as any other. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Highest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 16:04:56</strong>
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				Her moans and words turned him on beyond belief. He was moving with the flow, his eyes tracking her every move. She was riding him, just as he had wanted her to, moving so sensually he was completely enraptured. And there was something incredibly hot about being naked and her only wearing her top but nothing else. It added a sense of urgency, showing a loss of control that made him more and more aroused.<br><br>Claiming how he filled her up, touching places no one else did, had him biting his lip to restrain his own pleasure. He could feel it building, his muscles tensing rhythmically as he came closer and closer. But he had a lot of experience and self-control, even if he wanted to toss those both out of the window. He held back, allowing her to ride herself to more and more pleasure till she was almost keening on top of him.<br><br>He could see it in her eyes, the growing desperate need to find fulfilment. She was about to ask him for the permission she needed. But she seemed to be at war at himself. After a decade in the BDSM scene, he was as skilled at reading his subs and subs were at reading their doms. But he wanted all of her, not just a sub, though she would always fulfil that role in their relationship.<br><br>His hands held her hips, his fingers trailing up and down in a sensual massage over her legs as his hot voice murmured, “Hold back, Kate. Hold back for as long as you can. Let my cock drive you further and further. Let it build up higher and higher till you can’t hold it anymore.” His voice was deep and husky, sounding encouraging rather than controlling. And he wasn’t really controlling her, nor giving her orders. Just suggestions.<br><br>“You are allowed to come, Kate, my love. Come as hard and as often as you want on my large cock. I love filling you up like this. I love touching your core, so deep and thorough that it makes you cry out. But I would love for you to hold back. Will you do that for me, my little Kate?” <br><br>His hands slid from her thighs up to her still clad breasts where his fingers skilfully found her sensitive breasts. With deft flicks and caresses he started stimulating her nipples. He smiled up at her, looking on intensely, seeking the emotions on her face. He wanted to see her genuine expressions and reactions, even as he told her, “But keep talking to me as you drive yourself to completion…”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Auctioned To The Highest Bidder (DiverseDesires &amp; Arkaniel )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 01:23:38</strong>
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				Her eyes widened at the tone of his voice, it had been so long since she heard <em>that </em>voice, and it took her back, a shift that was so dizzying it left her breathless, her head spinning as all the old feelings came rushing with it.&nbsp; His fingers danced on her thighs and his tender caress carried through from his words, his touch opening her heart up even more and the wave of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.<br><br>She had to close her eyes, fighting to hold onto reality, and keep her place in the here and now.&nbsp; His shoulders were so warm beneath her fingers, so strong and so sure, he was the man he had dreamed about for so long, no matter how unwillingly, and now had was loving her as no other man ever had.<br><br>She bit hard on her lip, tasting blood, to remind herself that his loving was not hers, his was the physical.... the possession, the sexual need to be driven before all else, and she had to remember that or be lost.<br><br>She opened her mind to his words, following through his requests, both working harder and drawing back further, building the torment and starting to tremble with the tension of working to prologue the journey.&nbsp; The colours started to change as he drew even more sensations from her breasts, the lights dancing in front of her eyes with the effort to stay with him and not leave on her ultimate journey. She was as giving and as open as she could be, emptying herself of all she could to become a wellspring of need that devoured her.<br><br>She could not speak, driven to such extremes she moaned and with tight inarticulate cries caught and held before they could release her&nbsp; - she used her body to surrender every movement as an act of homage to his cock, milking it and riding it with ultimate grace. Not having to ask meant she could ride that crest far longer, spend all her energy on that final swoop, until crying out she came at last, a spent force dancing entirely to the needs of her body pulsing in tight waves that had her crying out again and again.<br>
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