After that first night as a member, things changed subtly between Greg and me. Subtle in that we still explored our physical boundaries, sharing fantasies and bringing some to reality. We certainly continued to stretch each other’s limits.

However, I was now spending more time at his place and the emotional side was growing layer by layer. I didn’t know where it was leading, but as long as the ride was good, I’d stay in the saddle…so to speak.

We missed the next Group gathering as I was traveling to Houston for business. The business was productive, as was the young Mexican lady I found. By the end of the week, I was exhausted.

When the next date arrived, I knew it would be special. No details, mind you, but multiple times he needed my affirmation that I had no conflicts. I wasn’t sure where he was going with that but, I trusted him.

When the night arrived, we dressed at his house. I keep an assortment of both casual, business, and evening wear there. Along with that, a second supply of makeup, a blow dryer, and all the other stuff a multi-dimensional woman requires, including a vibrator or two.

We dressed as usual; however, I attempted several times to leverage the process into a pre-event fuck, or at least a blowjob. No luck. Damn!

We arrived at the estate as usual, including my collar and leash held by Greg. Again, I saw faces that were now becoming familiar, despite flashes of their naked bodies popping into my mind. While insanely excited I was coming to feel more comfortable here.

Then a sound, that sound made by the tapping of silverware against a crystal glass. The room quieted and a man on a slightly raised platform began to speak.

“As most of you know, tonight is our annual fundraiser. Tonight, we will raise funds to pay for our staff, our food, and drinks for the next year. We also hope to raise funds for a new piece of equipment for our pleasure.”

The room broke into applause.

The man continued. “However, tonight we are changing the program a bit thanks to a recommendation from Greg. We will still have our auction, but rather than four members being auctioned off for the night, it will be only one. The winning bidder, or bidding syndicate, will have their, well, slave for the evening, to be possessed or shared, as they choose.”

He paused for effect.

“Those women willing to be purchased, please step forward.”

Heads around the room glanced, seeking out those stepping forward. I looked at Greg,

“This was your idea?” I asked.

“Yes. Did I read you wrong?”

I smiled, “You are getting to know me too well.”

He unhooked the leash and I walked to the platform, along with five other women. Given the impending experience, they walked confidently, their excitement on display as their erect nipples protruded under their dresses. I walked proudly as well, although either fear or excitement lay just under my skin.

We were all given numbers. Each member voted for who was to be auctioned by placing a piece of folded paper in a bowl that was being passed around the room. After counting the ballots, the master of ceremonies approached us one at a time. As he spoke to each contestant, they returned to their partner. I was the last standing.

He approached me. He said only, ‘Are you ready?”

I nodded affirmatively. Then he slipped my dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I thought. ‘Oh God, be proud. Be strong. Be the woman all the men want and the women here want to be.’

“Who will make the first bid for the lovely Darlene?”

Standing confidently as the bids rolled in, I tried to follow who were the common bidders, who might own me for a few hours. But after their initial hand raise the bidders simply used a nod of the head, a raised finger, or some other subtle indicator. It was hard to follow, but I knew I would belong to one or more of them soon.

I looked for Greg. He was speaking to three couples, periodically glancing my way. One was Elle, my friend and owner from two months ago. I reflected on what she looked like naked when I heard the auctioneer call out, “Who will give me twenty thousand dollars for the lovely Darlene?”

‘Fuck! Twenty-thousand dollars?’ Then Elle raised her hand.

I couldn’t help but stare at Elle and her group. Greg whispered to Elle, then smiled at me. It was soon over. The winning bid was twenty-four thousand. I was awarded to Elle and her group.

The three couples approached me while I was still on the platform, naked save for my heels, still quivering, but not at all in fear. I was quivering from sheer carnal excitement.

As they approached the men stood back. Jesus, I wanted a cock in me, but it seemed the women would play first.

One was taller. She approached behind me and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close, and pressing into me. I couldn’t help but press my naked ass into her groin.

The other two approached me from either side and then began to give me light, fingertip caresses, from my neck to my feet. Everything was touched as my breathing grew deeper. Fortunately, the woman behind me held me as my legs were becoming weak.

My legs spread a bit when the woman whispered in my ear, “Keep your eyes open, Darlene. Look at all these people who want you right now and the women, unconsciously caressing their breasts. They wish they were you, the only one naked, with all eyes on you.”

She continued, “Greg told us about you. He told us what you love, what you crave, and all your vulnerabilities.”

At that moment both women’s mouths latched onto my nipples and sucked, hard, their tongues flicking the tips. I let out a moan, loud enough for all to hear. My legs buckled slightly as they began to assault both nipples, their hands holding my breasts, feeding their mouths.

“Keep your eyes open, Darlene. Watch them watching you.” I was instructed.

That was a hell of a lot tougher now that my nipples were sending electric shocks to my clit.

My left hand reached to my pussy, intending to satisfy myself. However, the woman holding me removed my hand.

“No Darlene. Not allowed. Let’s first see if we can give you a nipple orgasm.”

Then her hand slid low on my stomach, fingers nearly touching my steaming pussy. The proximity made my need for contact even worse. The pulses between my suckled nipples and my cunt continued, growing stronger. My hips were thrusting, almost as if I was being fucked, seeking contact and release.

“Look at them, Darlene. Everyone is watching your response. They know you are approaching the point where you lose control when that orgasm can no longer be controlled.”

Her fingers gently slid just above my clit. “Then I’ll fuck you with my fingers.”

Remember my thought of being strong, of being proud? Fuck that. I knew I could hold out no longer and I didn’t care. I wanted them to see me at my most carnal, completely consumed.

As my orgasm swept over me my right leg bent, seeking a fetal position and spreading my lips. She could feel the guttural moan coming from deep inside me as two of her fingers plunged deep inside me.

“Oh, my fucking God,” I screamed as I exploded. I fucked her fingers violently as the mouths on my tits sucked and bit me.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I continued to scream.

I was carried to a bench, to be laid on my back, still writhing as the orgasm continued.

New mouths were now on my nipples and a cock was placed on my lips. I consumed it. When a man’s balls were placed there, I took them into my mouth. I licked under his balls, then his ass. When he moved away, his ass was replaced by a woman’s mouth. A cock was inserted into me while wet fingers toyed with my clit.

Just as that first massive, public orgasm was slowing another rose. My eyes opened wide, seeing people around me, watching, some still clothed, others not. No pride, just pleasure. I was, again, their plaything. But, perversely, they were mine. I was the one racked with orgasms. I was the one experiencing ecstasy.

It hit, explosively. My eyes closed. My hips thrust up, trying to get that cock deeper into me. The woman continued to kiss me as I simply grunted into her mouth.

After that, I cannot recall an instant without either a vibrator, strap-on, or cock in my cunt or my ass. I could not recall a minute without mouths sucking or biting my nipples. I could not recall a minute that my lips were not tasting other lips and tongue, a cock, balls, ass, or a wet steaming pussy.

Most of all, I could not recall a second when I was not coming or on the verge of an orgasm.

At some point, it slowed. I opened my eyes and looked down. My tits were covered with cum, and only the nipples, still erect, were clean, but red, swollen. My stomach was covered as well. Greg’s face appeared above me. He kissed me. He was naked.

“Ready for me?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I managed to say as my quivering from my last orgasm receded.

“But how…”

He stopped me. “I was the one who paid for you. I just wanted you to have them first.”

Greg moved between my legs and slid into me. He leaned onto me, oblivious to the cum now squeezed between us. He slowly fucked me, penetrating that cunt where so many others had been. He kissed me as I wrapped my arms around him.

“I want your cum inside me, Greg. Make me come. Finish me. I’m yours.”