Doll had woken up to find a box. It happens every Saturday. She’d begun to expect it. Sometimes it was a bouquet, sometimes a plushie, sometimes a dress or something to add to her wardrobe. She opened it this time and saw a silver collar with studs on it, and an envelope. She opened the envelope.
Tonight, my dearest one. Wear this, and you will please me.
-- yours Truly, the Toy Master
Doll smiled slightly and took the collar in hand and examined it. Solid and metallic, and there was the word: ‘Slut’ embossed on it in capital letters. She looked in the box for more, but there was nothing. She set the collar and the letter on her nightstand. She sensed the open challenge and the sign of trust, that she could pick the rest of her outfit for whatever Master had planned for the night.
She went through her closet and found something that would suit the kind of Doll she felt like being tonight. Then went to shower and brush her hair and oil her skin in her favorite citrus-scented lotion.
Going into the bedroom, she chose a pair of silk, black underwear, making sure her cock was semi-tucked and as comfortable as she could make her as she pulled the tight panties over her hips and firm ass. She then found a matching bra that had enough comfort to it but no real sentimental connection should it get abandoned in some dungeon or forgotten in some club backroom.
She picked a strapless dress to show off the collar, it fit her curves tight and snug and made her cleavage very obvious. The skirts of the dress had double petticoats and frills and layers that kissed the tops of her knees. She pulled on some opaque thigh-high hose with bow garters that connected to her underwear and slipped her feet in patent leather wedge heels with buckles. The dress was mostly deep indigo, but the frills under it were a muted pastel blue. The hose was black and the bows were white. The shoes were black with silver buckles. She slipped on the collar so that the word ‘slut’ was facing on the front part of her throat, easy for all to read what she was.
Her hair was brushed back and down, straight to her mid-back, shiny with health and hair product. She always loved that her hair was naturally bone straight but thick and obedient, almost like the rest of her with just enough curve and thickness to her body to turn the heads of even the most chaste-minded person. Her skin was dark enough and light enough to be racially ambiguous. She applied a light gloss and some eyeliner and mascara to make her big, dark gray eyes much bigger that she looked very much like a Doll from some bygone era, a living work of art.
She finished just in time, as she heard the chime of the bell that said Master was at the door. She made her way to the front door and opened it to find him there smiling in his three-piece suit and top hat, clean-shaven more than usual. He normally let his shadow give him this slightly scruffy tortured artist look, but he was smooth, and smelled like the woods, earthy and almost with a hint of pine or eucalyptus. She liked it. His eyes went to her collar and he smiled.
“Shall we?”
Doll nodded. And together they got in the Uber, which was a very nice car, and confirmed Doll’s theories that they were going somewhere fancy. She wanted to ask him questions but was unsure about the Uber driver listening in. Part of her was aroused at the idea of him listening and then later jerking off thinking about her or even her and her Master wishing he could be with them.
Master took his Doll’s hand and she turned and looked at him. He was smiling in that way that reminded her that he was real and more than his role as her Dominant. She loved him and knew all the intimate details he didn’t tell just anyone. But this kinky game of Master and submissive, Toymaker and Doll was their thing. The spice to their intimacy that just worked for them and had for the better part of five years since they’d been romantic, even after three years in, they’d both decided to transition. Doll was becoming the woman she always felt she was inside, and Master was becoming the man he felt he was inside. Soon their bodies would match the way they needed and wanted them to. For now, they took hormones and had changed their names legally and that was enough for the moment. After all, more measures to make things right were very, very expensive, more than this high-end Uber drive to the Upper End of Downtown.
“I’m going to show you off tonight.”
Doll smiled. “How exciting !” She said in her soft, husky voice, walking the line of mature seductress and docile young housewife.
“Yes, I am hoping so. More importantly, I hope that someone takes a liking to you. As much as I do.”
Doll lowered her lashes coyly. “Am I going home with a stranger tonight, Master?”
“No, you’ll be going home with me, but, if a stranger likes you, they may join us.”
“I hope I find someone that pleases you as well, Master”
“Of that, my dearest one, I have no doubt,” he said and kissed her knuckles.
Then the rest of the ride was in a sort of anticipatory silence before the Uber stopped at a high-end hotel and the couple exited the car and Master led them to one of the ballroom halls upstairs, where there were other Toy Masters/Mistresses and Toys/Dolls mingling about. There was a platform for some sort of auction perhaps at some point in the night in the front of the room.
Immediately, other Dollers and Dominants greeted the Master and he showed her off as he promised, then they started talking amongst themselves and Master gave her permission to get drinks and snacks should she want. And she did. While she did, she found other Dolls to talk and mingle with as well. In one of the corners of the room, a certain Master was staring at her as a Dolly in all red was holding his drink as he mingled with others, but he kept cutting glances and looking at Doll as she tried to eat her celery and crackers and sip her punch.
Soon, the Host of the Evening gathered everyone for the auction. The Dolls were called up one by one and then auctioned to the highest bidder, the money proceeds were all going to support the sex worker industry the kink community, and various queer organizations and shelters in the area.
When it was Doll’s turn to be bid upon. The Host asked her to spin slowly, before reading off the little blurb meant to tell potential buyers what they would be buying.
“This is SlutDoll5K; Though she will answer to any feminine name you give her. She is not just your everyday cum slut; she speaks three languages other than English; (those languages being German; Japanese; and French), skilled as a dominatrix; she is six foot four but very limber and a trained dancer and does yoga to keep this amazing body in the delicious form that it is in. Enjoys being splattered with cum, and begging to be allowed to cum. Her Toy Master is BloodRosen86. They've chosen for the proceeds to go to Local Leatherworker, Flogger89 who makes custom flogs and whips for the kink community in need. And, selected Queer-Friendly Shelters to afford extra beds, so that fewer get turned away. The bidding starts at 500 dollars”
