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28 July 2012 (2)  

SubMonique101 68T
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12/28/2020 1:53 pm
28 July 2012 (2)


It felt like another one of those moments in life that a person knows that the next decision they make will change everything in their life. I had given his proposition quite a lot of thought right after the last auction, but had managed to keep it mostly buried the previous couple months until this moment, "I have considered it, but I am not sure how I can help." Mr. Paul turned to order a scotch from Mary, who must have overheard everything we had said as she was perched just on the other side of the bar, "Halloween is coming up and I heard from Steve that you are an excellent photographer with fashion model experience when you lived in Dallas. We typically never allow personal<b> photography </font></b>at my gatherings, but Halloween is that annual event where everybody is in disguise, so we get somebody to cover the event. How does that sound as an entry level position?" This offer was nothing like I expected, "That would be great. I would love to do that for you at your Halloween auction, and you can keep all of the negatives."

Mr. Paul finished off his drink in one long slow draw, "Then it's a deal. How does 150 cash sound for your services, and if I like the photos you can expect a hefty bonus." I would have done it for free, so I quickly agreed and shook hands on the deal. "This party is ONLY a costume party. Nothing more than that, although there is typically a bit of kinky action going on. Halloween and New Years are always great evenings for our , but unfortunately this New Years we will be in London, so this will be something not to miss." How long had this Dom been staring at me like I was being lured into a trap? The funny thing was that I did want to keep going down this road to see what was next, at least until I still had control of the situation.

Obviously pleased with himself, Mr. Paul waved to one of the party guests and excused himself. He walked over to a man with two collared girls on their knees. Their tight mini dresses left nothing to the imagination. The two men talked for less than a minute before Mr. Paul shook hands and pointed the man toward the side of the stage. The slaves were unleashed so that they could pull their mini dresses off, each exposing a pair of beautifully created boobs that caught every guests attention. Now wearing only matching garter belts and stockings their Master reattached their leash and tugged them off to something that looked like a confessional from a church. With their heads bowed their Master was telling them something, and you could see their submission though their body language. Finally one was unleashed and led to a door to what I thought was just a viewing cage. The one side of this contraption was a clear plexiglass cube that their Master placed one of the slaves inside and locked the door.

I moved down to the end of the bar to get a closer look as Mary shadowed my every move. The blonde slave was rubbing her clit and tweaking her nipples until a hard erection appeared through the glory hole. Like a true cock slut she jumped up and began stroking and sucking the thick cock. Her mouth moved over every inch as she cupped the mans balls through the large opening. The man couldn't be seen because that side was protected by a blue curtain. Mary's breathy suggestion made me tingle, "Go get a closer look. You should get in on this action before she is nothing more than a bukkake tonight." Her comment made me smirk, and also give me the confidence to get a closer look.

Several people had already moved up next to the plexiglass for a closer look, and as I moved around that was when I noticed that the glory hole wall only went up to about chest-level for what I could imagine was a pleasant view for the man as he was being sucked. The slave was easily deep throating his 8-inch cock as she had returned to fingering her pussy. This would have been a great photo, but just watching her perform would never fade from my thoughts. From the look on the Alpha 's face it signaled his impending orgasm, and as she sensed this too, pulled his cock out just before he sent shot after shot of cum splattering across her face. She was also cumming at the same time and once he had completed and pulled himself back through the hole the slave was left panting on her knees. A few moments later the sharply dressed man pulled back the curtain and went back to the party as if nothing had happened.

As the other guests returned to the party I couldn't take my eyes off of this slutty slave. Wondering just how her life had come to this point. Was this all an act, or was this cum slave fully committed to who she truly was now. I realized my lust was overwhelming my inhibitions and with just one quick look around the party I stepped inside the cabinet and pulled the curtain closed. This looked exactly like a bookstore peep show with a small bench on one side. The TV monitor to my right had three selections - DOM/SUB SISSY BEASTIALITY. Now I really knew I shouldn't be inside, but I had no intention of stopping. I pressed the SISSY button and started watching a video of a sissy being spit-roasted by two young and hung studs. Watching her enjoying the experience made me pull out my cock and begin stroking. When I looked through the plexiglass window at the slave I was compelled to push my erection through the glory hole. Just like before she jumped at the opportunity and immediately locked her cum-stained lips around my cock head. I closed my eyes as she worked her magic on my cock. Soon I was fully erect and she was slowly deep throating me from root to head and back again....and again....and again.

I could feel my orgasm building as I tried to hold on as long as possible. Her mouth and throat were milking me for my cum and I was about to give her the reward she needed. Hearing myself moan caused me to open my eyes to see a crowd watching everything. Standing opposite of me on the other side of the plexiglass box was Mr. Fred with a video camera. One last pull back off of me cock and a few strokes brought forth a gusher of cum that splashed across her face. I couldn't even look down as I was like a deer in the headlights as I emptied my balls on this slave while Mr. Fred was recording the entire scene. I whimpered slightly as the last of cum trickled from my cock. I couldn't stop looking at the camera lens until I finally slumped back onto the bench. Damn, how stupid could I have been? Using the tissues to clean myself and pulling my zipper I was ready to make my escape.

Expecting some kind of reaction when I came through the curtain nobody gave me a second look except the three conspirators standing at the bar next to the video camera. I was worried, but tried to take the forceful approach, and hopefully retrieve that tape before it got out of my site, "I thought you said that cameras are not allowed at your auctions!" Mr. Fred popped the tape from the camera and said, "Auction was over a half hour ago." I had never felt more trapped in my life, "What are you going to do with that. I want it." Mr. Fred walked right up to my face holding the tape, "I don't care what YOU want Kate, but I'll give the only copy to you if we like your photos from Halloween." I protested, "But that's three months from now." Mr. Paul interjected, "I'm the nice guy in our partnership. You wouldn't want that out on the internet. Just agree and do a good job in October."

I was defeated, and they each knew it. I would do anything to get that video back and once I did I would stop this activity permanently. The two Doms walked off while I had one last drink before leaving. Mary apologized for Mr. Fred and his video camera, "He never pulls the video camera out unless he is unsure of a guest.' I wanted to know why he felt that way about me, but Mary was called off before I could ask her. In my mind, as I got into the passenger van to take me back to my car, I was convinced that this was my last slave auction and that Halloween would be my last interaction with this scene.

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