=========================================================
Hello,
The story you are about to read is a work of fiction. Certain elements
are loosely based on real people and real events however they’ve been
embellished for dramatic effect and all names of people, places and
other identifying details have been changed. This and many of the
stories I write contain themes of non-consensual sex and forced
submission along with blackmail and other activities which are illegal
in real life. Please note that the real events surrounding everything
written by me were all entirely legal and all people participating did
so within the framework of “safe, sane and consensual” as defined
within the BDSM scene to which I belonged when the events took place.
I hope you enjoy my tales. All feedback may be addressed either to
alt.sex.stories.d or by email to
Adrianna
=========================================================
Blondilocks
by bookgirl
Chapter One
Friday: 6.30pm – The Auction Nomination
Adrianna still remembered the first time she ever saw a BDSM Limits
List. It had been itemized alphabetically, meaning things such as “age
play”, “anal discipline” and “asphixiation play” were among the first
weird, blonde bombshell strips kinky things to leap off the list and cause her to think,
perhaps, she was making a terrible mistake getting involved at all
with kinky people. That was three years ago and since then the only
thing of those first three she saw which she hasn’t tried – and that
will remain forever off limits – is asphixiation play. Since then her
husband had reorganized the original list, removing all the things she
said she’d never do, and grouping things according to eight
categories: bondage, corporal punishment, fetish, games, humiliation,
role playing, submission and torture. It was this list she used to
refer to when completing her nomination form to be placed up for
auction at the Club – an annual charity event that she’d seen
conducted previous years but until now had been not brave enough to
participate in.
“Are you sure you’re going to be able to afford me?” Adrianna asked,
playfully teasing her husband. It was a fantasy they’d often shared -
an abandonment fantasy of sorts where she would be the “maiden blonde bombshell strips in
distress” and he wouldn’t “rescue her”.
She had originally been repelled by the idea of being given away like
this, especially since it came about following conversations her
husband said he’d had about her with a woman he used to work with – a
mean, horrid woman who almost broke up their marriage. He was joking,
but Adrianna still sensed an element of truthful revelation behind the
perverse humor. He’d said he and this woman talked about a fantasy
where they took her to a BDSM Club – the same one where she was now a
member – and sat in the audience having the time of their lives while
she was up on stage being groped and ravished by anybody who felt
inclined to do so. It became a tantalizing fantasy for Adrianna,
although she never came right out and said so to her husband or
anybody else for that matter.
It seemed such a weird fantasy to have and not even any of the other
submissive girls she knew at the Club blonde bombshell strips had ever mentioned having had
similar fantasies. Adrianna felt terribly guilty about it and this
only served to heighten the allure of the fantasy for her.
“Are you sure you’re going to be able to afford me?” Adrianna repeated
the question to her husband. He was distracted with other things and
mumbled something affirmative, although Adrianna knew he wasn’t paying
attention. “Well, you better be able to afford me because I’m making a
list here which will be very humiliating for me if you don’t out bid
everybody!”
“What’s that?” he asked.
“Doesn’t matter,” Adrianna said, realizing he still wasn’t really
interested. It didn’t really bother her that he wasn’t at this stage.
She knew if she started telling him now about all the things she was
willing to do for him after be “bought” her she knew he’d get so
worked up with excitement that he’d stop what he was doing and want it
all right there and then. It had happened before. She’d hint at
something thrilling she might like to have done to her blonde bombshell strips at the Club,
they’d both get overly excited by it, and before either of them could
stop it, end up having sex at home instead before they even made it
out the door.
Adrianna studied her Limits List and began transferring things onto
her Auction Nomination Form. For the purposes of the auction the Club
required all submissives to indicate up to fifty things they would be
prepared to do for whoever won the bidding for them. It was stated in
heavily bold type they had to be careful in what they put down on the
list and seriously consider the chance somebody they didn’t want
winning might actually win. Their nomination form became the “rules”
and they would be compelled to do anything asked that they indicated
they’d do just as the winning bidder would have to respect the limits
they’d disclosed. Adrianna read the warnings but she trusted her
husband wouldn’t let anybody out bid him. Of course, he’d spent the
weeks and days leading up to auction night playfully teasing her that
he might blonde bombshell strips lose, but in her mind she’d convinced herself that would
never happen in reality. The risk of it happening was enough to
fulfill her fantasy desires.
The list Adrianna made finished up being one of forty things. There
were so many to choose from what she ultimately decided to do was make
a little lottery of it, randomly selecting five things from each of
the eight categories on her Limits List. Once the form was completed
she signed it, folded it and placed it carefully into an envelope on
which she’d written her name. It was this envelope that would be
handed to the winning bidder.
Friday: 8.45pm – Preparations At The Club
Adrianna sensed it was going to be a bigger than usual crowd at the
Club. There was a long wait to get in and there were faces in the
queue she’d never seen before.
“Are you one of the Lots tonight, Adrianna?” the doorman asked,
smiling as he greeted her.
“Yes –” Adrianna groaned the way she usually did, knowing all the
regulars blonde bombshell strips had come to expect to see her humiliated in one way or
another every Club night. She didn’t mind, of course, but she didn’t
like the idea of people actually thinking she enjoyed all the perverse
things people did to her. Even after three years attending Club
functions and other BDSM party nights, she still tried to maintain an
air of innocence.
Once inside there was the usual round of greetings to attend to
although these were cut short when Mistress J, who was in charge of
organizing all the “auction items”, led Adrianna off in one direction
while her husband went off in search of the Auctioneer to deliver
Adrianna’s nomination form.
“Are you nervous sweetie?” Mistress J asked once she had herded
Adrianna into the changing rooms.
“Is it that obvious?” Adrianna blushed and feigned a fit of nervous
trembling. Truth was she wasn’t really nervous at all, but she wanted
to be. She tried not to think about the plans she had with her husband
for him to be the winning bidder. Mistress J blonde bombshell strips gave Adrianna’s arm a
light squeeze and told her she had nothing to worry about.
“Come on ladies! Hurry up and get out of those clothes!” Mistress J
turned her attention to all the other submissive women in the room who
were preparing to be auctioned. “You too sweetie,” she added, looking
at Adrianna.
These days Adrianna was used to undressing in front of everybody
although it wasn’t always that way. She still vividly remembered the
first time she played at the Club. It was only her second night there
and she’d seen for herself how little everybody cared about nudity but
she still made her husband solemnly promise not to remove her
underwear. She remembered the way she felt self-conscious, not they
way she usually did outside of the Club – which was a
self-consciousness about being too plump in the behind – but about
being too thin. With only one or two exceptions, compared to all the
other women who routinely removed all their clothes at the Club, she
was the skinniest one there. It blonde bombshell strips actually became one of the things that
made her feel so good about the Club. She could be naked and not feel
self-conscious about her looks, especially the size of her bottom. A
38″ derriere was a constant source of embarrassment for Adrianna,
except at the Club. Being often told how “spankable” it was didn’t do
any harm to her self-image either.
Adrianna undressed quickly and stowed all her clothes neatly away in
the locker that Mistress J had assigned to her. Even though the room
was warm, and probably doubly more than usual because of all the extra
bodies in it, she still felt slightly chilled. Her bare flesh prickled
with goosebumps – a tingle of the arousal of anticipation rippling
through her as she watched Mistress J begin chaining all of the other
submissives together. The chain – a long, heavy, chrome plated one -
was clipped to the collars worn by each of the “slaves”. They were
chained in the order Mistress J informed them they would be auctioned,
with Adrianna being the blonde bombshell strips second last to be connected.
Mistress J was assisted by the Club slave Alex who, one by one,
hobbled each of the women’s ankles using more lengths of chain, each
maybe twelve inches in length after being secured by padlocks to their
ankles. Adrianna liked Alex and remembered him as being the first man
other than her husband who had given her a spanking. This in itself
had become something of a joke within the Club – the fact that
Adrianna had been topped by the person considered to be the “lowest”
in the Club’s D/s pecking order. Adrianna herself had to laugh at the
memory. He really was quite incompetent as a Dominant, being really
clumsy and accidentally stepping on her feet all night. But the
spanking he gave was memorable for her – memorable for the way he
worked her bottom slowly, taking his time to warm her up. Even so, it
wasn’t until she started being spanked by other women that she
discovered just how good a spanking could feel.
The chain felt blonde bombshell strips cold and heavy once it was shackled to Adrianna’s
ankles. She looked down at it, lightly stepping on the spot to revel
in the feel of it hobbling her. A moment later and Mistress J was
standing behind her, pulling her arms back so her wrists could be
cuffed together.
“Alex, are you nearly done?” Mistress J asked. She watched and waited
for him to hobble the last slave in the line.
“Yes Mistress,” he said. He climbed back to his feet and waited to be
dismissed by her.
“Okay ladies,” Mistress J called for attention. “For those who haven’t
taken part in one of our auctions before, it goes like this. In a
moment I will be leading you all out through the crowd and onto the
stage. I don’t want any of you stopping along the way so your Doms or
Mistresses can finger your wet pussies. You’ll get plenty of time for
that later!”
There was lots of laughter from everybody except Adrianna. She blushed
deeply, realizing her own pussy was indeed already very blonde bombshell strips moist at the
mere thought of being led naked and shackled out through the crowd.
Mistress J continued.
“Once on stage you are to remain silent and follow the directions of
the Auctioneer. He will make a few announcements and then invite
anybody interested in bidding onto the stage to inspect you. We’ve
decided this year to try something a little different as well. You’ll
notice this year we’ve chained everybody by the ankles as well?”
There was a sudden loud rattling of chains as all the slaves shuffled
their feet on the spot.
“We’re going to give away the keys used to padlock them as lucky door
prizes for all the people who have indicated they won’t be bidding but
still want to join in the fun. Whoever wins the key that unlocks your
padlocks will have the chance to have you as their slave for five
minutes immediately after the auction finishes. Okay?”
There was a loud, swooning chorus of approval from all the slaves.
Adrianna’s pulse was racing at a million miles an hour; blonde bombshell strips her face, neck
and ears felt hot and flushed by the familiar itch of a burning desire
brought on by the thought of the bizarre lottery.
“Are we ready to go yet?” Mistress J called out to somebody standing
just outside the door to the changing room. There was another long,
agonizing minute of two waiting before the signal was eventually given
to lead the slaves out to the stage.
Friday: 9.35pm – The Parade
The audience attention was still focused on the last of the submissive
men and the Dominatrix who’d just won the bidding for him. There was
lots of noise – wolf whistling, hollered congratulations and
commiserations. Adrianna, being almost last on the end of the line
still couldn’t see anything but she could tell from all the noise that
the crowd was large and boisterous. The chained line of slaves, like a
train pulling out of a station, suddenly jerked and bumped into
motion, dragging Adrianna forward and forcing her to shuffle in her
hobble as quickly as she could. By the blonde bombshell strips time she rounded the corner
from the changing room passage way and into the Club proper, she saw
that all attention now was on the line of female slaves about to be
auctioned.
It wasn’t until that moment that Adrianna realized just how
pleasurably humiliating it would feel to be paraded like this. She
tried to fall into step behind the woman shackled in front of her,
which she managed to do every so often, but most of the slow, arduous
walk to the front of the room was hampered by stumbles or rapid bursts
of speed which all contributed to parts of her naked body jiggling and
bouncing around in ways which drew laughs from the bright, beaming
faces in the audience.
Adrianna expected to be gawked at. It was part of the thrill she found
in being nude in public. However she wasn’t expecting to hear some of
the crude things she heard being said by some of the people she
passed. Right before she was about to climb up the stairs to the
stage, blonde bombshell strips she found the line halted while the Auctioneer finished reading
the rules of the auction to the crowd. She studiously avoided looking
into the eyes of any person in the audience but there was a group of
three young women sitting at a table just off to the side at the front
of the stage. Adrianna couldn’t help but notice the way they were
staring at her.
They were quite obviously talking about her, and whatever they were
saying was clearly sexual. Adrianna tried not to look back but she
couldn’t stop herself. One of the three in particular – an attractive
young woman with the most beautiful clear skin – had a hungry kind of
a look in her eye that Adrianna had only ever before seen in the men
who ogled her. It was a disturbing look made more so when she
discreetly started flicking her tongue at her. There was no mistaking
what she meant, nor the other two who soon joined their friend in
making lewd suggestive signs with their tongues.
The blonde bombshell strips chained slave train again started moving with each slave in turn
carefully navigating the three steps up onto the stage. It was a long
line and they were all forced to stand shoulder to shoulder once all
were assembled across the back of the stage. Adrianna could feel the
eyes of the three women on her, staring up at her – their lusty
attentions clearly turned directly on her. Adrianna felt compelled to
meet their stares but couldn’t.
Adrianna squinted and tried to look past the bright lights shining
down on the stage. Most of the audience, including her husband, were
in darkness and couldn’t be seen past the glare of the lights.
However, the three women at the front, side table could be seen
clearly. Too clearly. She even noticed the redhead young woman had now
dipped her hand below the table and, judging by the way she squirmed
in her seat, was simulating the act of touching herself. Adrianna
shivered and tried not to think about them.
The auctioneer paced the stage in blonde bombshell strips front of the slaves, calling for
winners of the key lottery to step up to the stage. There was a brief,
chaotic scramble as men and women rushed from their seats in the
audience, cheering and waving their keys in the air. Mistress J, who
had been standing at the foot of the stairs, marshaled them into a
line and directed them to go up onto the stage one at a time. Adrianna
could only look down helplessly as, one by one, the locks of her
hobbles were tried with the keys.
Some of the lottery winners clowned around and really hammed up
everything for the audience. Eventually they’d find their “glass
slipper girl” in the line and then cheer loudly as they released her
from her hobbles. Adrianna had been distracted by all the noise on
stage to notice that not one, but all three of the girls who’d been so
licentiously eying her all had won keys in the lottery.
The first to approach Adrianna was the redhead. She sauntered
confidently straight up to blonde bombshell strips her, looked her straight in the eye and
whispered “hello blondilocks!”
Adrianna was mortified when the woman, seemingly oblivious to the
hooting audience behind her, pressed herself close and shimmied all
the way down her naked body. Her breath was hot and her lips soft and
wet as they lightly brushed over Adrianna’s tensely erect nipples. She
didn’t know which way to look as the redhead slowly slid down,
feathering her lips the entire way – pausing briefly right over her
bushy thatch of golden blond pubic hair. Adrianna looked down at her,
terrified that her key might work on her padlocked ankles. There was a
long moment as the key was tried, first on one lock and then the
other. Disappointed, the redhead stood again and casually threw her
key out into the audience.
“I don’t want any of those other cows,” she whispered to Adrianna.
Adrianna shivered, her eyes wide as saucers and looking like a
startled rabbit when the woman leaned close and whispered hotly on the
side of her neck “I only want blonde bombshell strips you — and I’m going to get you tonight!”
With that, the redhead laughed loudly, turned on her heel and
disappeared from the stage.
The second woman of the trio, like the first, was confident in her
step towards Adrianna. Having been called “blondilocks” by the first
woman, the Three Bears fairytale analogy was still fresh in her mind
and Adrianna found herself trying to match the three woman to the
Three Bears – Papa Bear, Momma Bear and Baby Bear. Glancing at the
very young third girl – an angular faced, dark haired girl of about
nineteen, Adrianna had no trouble deciding who was Baby Bear. This
second woman however, because of her quiet, very business-like
approach, compelled Adrianna to think of her as Poppa Bear. She was
still letting her mind wander with these thoughts when the woman gave
up with her key and, without trying any other locks, returned her key
to the auctioneer saying “It doesn’t work with the one I want.” She
said it loud enough for all the audience blonde bombshell strips to hear and the audience
thought it was riotously funny. Adrianna’s stomach merely knotted
tightly around a sinking feeling of dread.
The third girl marched straight up to Adrianna, totally ignored the
auctioneer’s warning not to handle the slaves, and grabbed hold of her
tender nipples. “I’m going to fuck you tonight — and you’re going to
love it!” she said, staring Adrianna directly in the eye as she said
it.
Adrianna was dumbstruck at first but eventually let out a yelp when
the twisting on her nipples became unbearable. She then watched
silently as the young girl squatted and grabbed one of the locks. It
immediately popped open when she twisted the key and at that precise
moment, Adrianna’s eyes met those of the young girl who had screwed
her face up into the most satisfied of smirks she could ever remember
seeing. It was an image she felt sure would be etched on her mind
forever.
“Spread those legs!” the girl said after she pulled the chain free
from Adrianna’s ankles. “I want to smell blonde bombshell strips how wet you are!”
It was a reflex action and Adrianna didn’t have a clue why she wou
