Dinner Party & Auction Pt. 1 - Lesbian

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The opulent dining room was bathed in a warm flickering glow from the candles that adorn the table and the walls. The light scent of jasmine and clove wafts through the air. You have been preparing for this moment.

After months of training at the House of Sappho under my guidance, you are finally ready for the final test and auction. You are decorated in nothing but a heavy silver collar and cuffs emblazoned with the initials that symbolize my ownership over you. The weight a constant reminder of your chosen servitude.

They used to feel constricting and obtuse when you first started your training with me. Now it's as if they are a part of you. You stand in the corner of the room with your hands folded behind your back, pushing your breasts out, a forbidden invitation, legs slightly spread apart, just enough for an initial inspection, and your head held high.

Each minute in this position feels like an eternity as you wait for my arrival. As your mind reels at what possibilities may come to fruition tonight, you do your best to steady yourself and keep your composure, though the throbbing in your pussy pounds away, making it difficult. The sound of the door opening and shutting echoes through the room, causing you to draw in a sharp breath.

Your heart races, the anticipation building with each step. My silhouette emerges from the darkness, illuminating the soft candlelight. I approach you slowly with purpose, my eyes scanning your body, appreciating the transformation that has taken place during your months of training.

Reaching out, I trace the initials emblazoned on the metal collar. My fingers delicately graze your skin. You fight back the urge to bite your lip, your eyes downcast but your head still held high with pride as I run my hand down your arm, feeling the warmth of your skin.

You have come a long way since your first day here, my pet. My words send shivers down your spine, and you can feel the dampness and throbbing between your legs intensify. A blush comes over your skin.

You have proven yourself worthy of this moment. I expect that you will make me proud, and that all my efforts have not been wasted. With a snap of my fingers, you lower yourself gracefully to the ground.

You kneel, then rest your ass on your heels, with your arms still behind your back. Once there, you spread your knees apart. You now know to always allow me access to your cunt.

It should never be hidden from me. Many lashings with the cane have imprinted this truth forever in your mind. You are so beautiful, my pet.

I walk around you as I have countless times before, taking in the sight of you, appreciating the transformation that has taken place during your months of training. Inspection. With that simple one-word command, you unlock your arms and reach them out in front of you with your chest to the floor and your ass up presented to me.

You know this position well. As I run leather-gloved fingers over the inside of your thighs, I feel you lightly shiver. I have not been able to break that of you.

I creep them up slowly to your swollen, aching pussy. I see your wetness leaking out. You know to always be prepared for me, and tonight is no exception.

I own you. Every last part of you. And that includes this.

I swiftly insert my fingers into the wet, aching hole and curl my fingers, holding you like a hook. A sharp yet quiet moan escapes your lips. Every part of you.

From your cunt to your mind. I own and control. As quickly as I entered you, I leave you gaping and wanting more.

I snap again and you assume the previous position. Standing in front of you, you see the patent leather heels nudging your knees even further apart. You know this is a command, and one not to be challenged, especially tonight.

When my friends enter this room, you are to think of nothing but pleasing me. No matter the request, no matter the command, no matter how degraded you feel, you will follow through. Your only thought will be that it pleases your domina.

Do you understand, pet? You reply with the only appropriate response. Yes, domina? The idea that you would be so willing to do anything and everything I wanted terrifies you.

Now, just a lingering desire to please consumes you. This is what you have asked of me. To have complete control over you.

To take you as mine. Tonight, your final test begins. Do well enough to please me and I collar you, permanently binding you to me.

Or I put you up for auction. The truth is, I have never completely owned a submissive. I am notorious for training the best slaves, though yet to take one as my own.

This intrigued you, and you were dead set on being the first. A challenge that has not been easy. You have impressed me every day with your eagerness to learn how to be the perfect toy.

Tonight will determine if that desire to be mine pays off. A bell brightly rings signifying the arrival of my esteemed guests, leaving a muted echo in the room. It sounds softly reverberating through the heavy silence.

This is it. The moment has arrived. Your final trial begins.

You kneel resolutely in your corner. The weight of your collar encuffs a constant reminder of the commitment you've made to serve, feeling suddenly heavy. The flickering candlelight continues to dance against the polished walls, casting shadows that play over the guests as they enter the room.

Each guest is adorned in lavish attire, their eyes scanning the room as they take in the opulent surroundings. Their domino circles the room, greeting each guest with a warm smile and a prolonged handshake, quickly sizing up their intentions. You kneel still, your eyes darting between the guests, each one more powerful and influential than the last.

Your heart races, anticipation building as you wonder what lies in store for you tonight, and who among them might be your new owner should you fail this test. As the guests settle into their seats, their eyes were drawn to the figure kneeling in the corner. You are ethereal in your beauty, your eyes still downcast.

With a subtle snap from me, you rise with a grace that holds the room captive, every step a deliberate movement with an aura of desire and restraint. The guests watch in rapt attention as you approach the head of the table taking your place next to me, standing as you have been trained to do. You go through the motions in your head, arms locked behind your back, legs spread, chest out with nipples erect, eager to be tormented, head high with pride, and eyes downcast, each movement a symphony of desire and restraint.

All are spellbound by the seductive allure of the submissive before them. I rise with a regal air commanding attention from all in the room. I grab the crystal wine glass.