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The Last Bid
by Anonymous (address withheld)
***
Believe it or not, there really is a bondage community,
with masters and mistresses and submissive slaves. This
snapshot of a day in my life. (Mdom/Fsub, bd)
***
There I sat, watching as the auction went on. This was
my farewell to my old world, filled with domination and
ruling over the submissives who came to me. My dreams,
and at times my nightmares. I sipped at my drink, half-
depressed and half-elated. It had been a difficult
decision for me to make.
It all started about a year ago when I truly fell in
love. I don't mean lust, or puppy love, but rather the
real romance found in the fairy-tales of old. Her name
was Sharon, and she was beautiful. She had a gorgeous
smile and was the kindest, most loving soul that ever
existed. Well, as time went on, our relationship
bloomed and we were quite in love.
After we had been going out for several months, when I
really felt comfortable talking with her, I told her
about my fetishes and fantasies. My need to master my
women, and know that they were mine. She had known that
I wasn't innocent, though she was before meeting me. I
was distraught when she laughed at me and said that I
was crazy.
When she saw my saddened and depressed look rather than
my laughter, she realized that I wasn't joking with
her. She saw that I truly wanted to master her lush
body. I think that shocked her more than anything.
Things began to get awkward after that.
We would occasionally discuss the subject, but she
could never understand why I wanted it so much. And I
couldn't explain it myself. Why did I want to master
her? Simply because. It wasn't a conscious decision, it
was simply something I desired.
After several months she began telling me how
uncomfortable the thought of bondage, domination and
submission made her. It wasn't the ways things should
be she said. She then told me that she began to become
afraid of me. Her fantasies became tinged with the
thought of me suddenly tying her up and ravishing her
against her will. Thoughts of me became nightmares. And
it was becoming too much for her to bear.
This gave me pause for thought. How could I stay in a
relationship where my partner was perpetually scared of
me? In some relationships this was okay, or even
desirable, but not this one. I began to fear that I'd
lose her. So I resolved myself. I would give up my past
lifestyle to keep the woman I loved.
This wasn't as easy as it sounds. I did not consciously
choose what would turn me on. And I was fairly
engrossed in what I did. Though I hadn't actually
bought myself a slave or dominated a woman since I met
Sharon. But that didn't turn off my drive. I didn't
simply become "normal" as they call themselves. At
heart I still wanted to dominate.
I told Sharon my thoughts and feelings and she seemed
relieved. Relieved that I would try to stop doing that
"awful bondage thing". It felt awkward, but I was
resolved. But I wasn't so foolish as to think that I
could just walk away. I'd have to make a slow
transition, slowly withdrawing from the bars and clubs
that had become essential to my lifestyle. I also had a
lot of friends to explain this too, as awkward as it
would be.
Sharon wasn't thrilled about it, but understood. She
realized what a great sacrifice I was making for her
and appreciated it. She was truly a wonderful creature.
It was too bad that she couldn't make herself the meek
submissive that I often times needed.
So I talked to my friends and set my target date. The
date when I would leave the clubs, the auctions and all
of the things that used to play such an important role
in my life. Some of my friends seemed dubious, but for
the most part they were supportive. I promised to keep
seeing them outside of the scene... an occasional
dinner or night out.
I don't know what I expected tonight, my last night
here. Maybe too much. I at least thought they'd give me
a little going away party or something. Or at least
seem sad knowing that tonight was my last night to sit
amongst them and watch as the slaves were sold. But
there was no such emotion. In fact they all seemed
unusually happy and jovial. I guess no one had given me
a second thought.
I paid for the drink and left a tip on the table. I
looked around to see if anyone wanted to say a last
good-bye to me. But they were all engrossed in the
auction. I headed for the door. As my hand reached the
handle I heard the auctioneer.
"And this is a pretty one, a virgin to the block.
Notice her long brown tresses, and well endowed
figures. Do I hear any bids?"
"Seventy-five."
I turned in astonishment. It wasn't that it had been an
unusual bid, but the voice that called it. That was the
voice of Master James, one of the harshest and cruelest
masters in the area. He was into heavy scenes, and
hardly ever bid. He had his own slaves who were all
very much in love with him and devoted to him. He
rarely needed outside pleasures. If he were bidding,
this girl must be a rare treat.
I looked at the block and gasped. It was Sharon! I
couldn't let her fall into James's hands. He was much
too harsh for her. And then I thought and realized why
she was there. She wanted to give herself to me.
Now I was in a tough spot, because I didn't have much
cash on me. And I knew that once James had his mind set
on a woman he got her. And he was rich. We were friends
of course, but he had no qualms about outbidding his
friends. If only James knew who Sharon was. I was
certain that if people knew that Sharon was my
girlfriend that they wouldn't compete with my bids.
'Damn it Sharon,' I thought to myself, 'you have no
idea what you got yourself into.'
Obviously I had to try to top the bid. "Eighty" I
shouted. I knew this was going to be a long struggle,
and that the bidding had just begun. If I did it right
though, maybe James would give in to me. I was wrong.
Everyone came into the bidding. Things were really out
of hand. And once I started bidding in over my head, I
knew that I had to stop. I wanted to just shout and
explain that she didn't really want to be on the block.
But it was of no use. Someone else would own my true
love for the night...
I hoped for Sharon's sake that it wasn't James. He was
a great guy, but his scenes were scary. Mary, one of
his regular slaves used to tell me about the horrors he
would put her through. Delicious punishments and
tortures. But much to harsh for someone like Sharon.
Why did that little flower put herself here, at the
mercy of strangers.
It was all my fault. I must have seemed too depressed,
too down at the thought of leaving the clubs. She
wanted to fix that, so decided to give herself in. She
probably thought that I'd bid on her and win and that
would be the end of it. She hadn't accounted on
catching other peoples fancy. I looked at her kneeling
upon the block.
Her eyes were down as was to be expected, but she
seemed sad. Perhaps she knew that I couldn't possibly
compete with the others bids. She seemed on the verge
of tears. I went to find the manager of the club, to
explain the situation and see what she could do. But
she was nowhere to be found. It seems that there was
some V.I.P. having a party and she was doing all the
last minute preparations.
The bidding stopped. My worst fears were realized:
Master James won her with the last bid. I went to talk
to him, but he was in too much of a rush to speak with
me. He walked off, Sharon leashed and following him.
She was sobbing so hard that her words weren't
intelligible. There was nothing left that I could do. I
turned to leave.
Just as I was leaving, Mary (James' regular slave)
approached me. She told me that they were having a
party for an important guy and asked if I would stay a
few minutes to meet him. I shrugged and said I had
nothing else to do. I was on the verge of tears
thinking about the horrors Sharon was going through. I
was certain that James wouldn't hurt her, but any scene
would be too much for her. She shouldn't have come.
Mary led me to the back room. It was a private party
room that people rented out for birthdays,
bachelor/bacholarette parties and the like. It was
dark. I followed Mary into the room.
Suddenly the lights flashed on and dozens of people
yelled "Surprise!!!" It seemed like everyone was there.
It was strangely jovial for a farewell party.
That's when I saw her, kneeling perfectly submissively
beside the cake and assorted presents. Then I felt a
tap on my shoulder. It was James.
"I hope you appreciated the theatrics." He smiled. I
just stared, dumbfounded. "When you started talking
about leaving all of us because of some woman, we were
a little distraught. When we heard more of the details,
we decided to meet her and try to explain how things
really were for us 'S+M freaks'. You have a very
special lady there. She was willing to listen, and
after we were done she suggested that we do this. So
this isn't a farewell party for you. It's a welcome
party for Sharon."
He smiled, patted me on the shoulder and headed for the
bar. He commanded Mary to follow behind him and fetch
him a drink.
I went to Sharon to thank her for what she had done.
However, when I approached her, she quickly kissed my
feet. She then said in a happy voice, one almost of
elation "I love you master." I picked her up and hugged
her and told her I loved her too. Tears welled from my
eyes as I saw how much she was willing to give in for
me.
Even masters cry at times.
END
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