His Domain

by Ashe Barker, Katy Swann, Rosalie Stanton, Lucy Felthouse, Anarie Brady, Rose C. Carole

  Jesse had a small flurry of interest and sold for one hundred and seventy-five. David shuffled through the applications in his hand, looked up and called for Matthew to come to the block next. Matthew was tall and muscular, with dark brown hair and eyes. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, displaying a serpent tattoo that curved all the way up his well-toned arm and circled back down to rest its head on his brawny chest. David was clearly rewarding the women in the audience for their patience.

  “Okay, ladies, this one’s for you. Matthew is a switch and is willing to top or bottom. As a top, he’s a master of the mind-fuck and the dragon’s tongue whip, and as a bottom, he’s into any kind of impact play. Buyer’s choice. He’s willing to play for as long as you both are enjoying it. I’d say he’s a very good deal. Bidding begins at our customary fifty dollars, but I don’t think he’ll go for anywhere near that.”

  David was right. The bidding war started with at least six women involved, and the last woman standing finally got him for one thousand two hundred dollars, at which point she screamed at the top of her lungs. Everyone laughed and clapped for her victory while Matthew sauntered up to her side and sat down.

  “Does he get to top or bottom?” someone from the crowd asked.

  “You’ll find out when we play,” she answered, but from her apparent self-confidence and her outfit of a leather dress and thigh-high boots, it was pretty obvious she was a Domme.

  The next person up for auction was the heavy-set woman who had been standing next to Jenna.

  “This is Alyssa, who, by the way, is an expert belly dancer. Can we have a short taste of your skill?” David asked.

  Alyssa nodded and stepped forward. She raised an arm above her head and extended one foot in front of her, pointing her toes. The appropriate music started up and she began to undulate, astonishing Jenna with the way her body moved. The more she danced, the more beautiful she became, her sensuality oozing forth in a display of erotic movements that promised a wondrous experience to anyone who bought her. When the music stopped, there was complete silence. Jenna realized she hadn’t been the only one mesmerized by this woman’s dance.

  David waited for a moment to let the audience absorb the beauty they had seen, then he continued, “Alyssa is a service bottom who is expert in foot massage. She is open to either men or women and will provide her service until her buyer either falls asleep in relaxation or comes from the experience, which has been known to happen on more than one occasion. What am I bid?”

  Alyssa also went for one thousand two hundred dollars after a frenzied bidding war.

  The young woman in the red corset who had been standing next to Jenna came forward as David called her name. There was palpable excitement in the room.

  “Okay, everybody, Janelle is looking for someone who can force her to reveal her secret in the interrogation room. She needs a strong, intimidating type, male or female, or both. I would say that’s a challenge for you buyers. She doesn’t look that tough, but maybe that’s the secret to her strength. So what am I bid for Janelle?”

  Surprisingly, Janelle didn’t command the price Jenna had expected. Then again, she was asking for someone adept at interrogation, and that wasn’t as common as someone who could wield a whip. But she did end up with both a man and a woman who were willing to pay five hundred. She suspected Janelle would definitely give up her secret at the hands of those two, who were a little frightening to look at.

  The auction continued with a young woman in a schoolgirl uniform going pretty quickly to a man willing to discipline her in the schoolroom. Then came a male submissive looking for fire play, who was inevitably bought by a Domme well-known for spending hours lighting people on fire in the dungeon. As people were sold off—for impact play, for Violet wand, for wax play and more—Jenna became more anxious as it became clear David was saving her for last.

  Chapter Two

  Finally, it was Jenna’s turn. David called her up to stand between the pillars. After watching all the previous people go before her, she had more confidence. All kinds of men and women had been auctioned off and had found buyers who suited their kink. The biggest revelation had been Alyssa, who had beguiled the audience with her incredible sensuality. She inspired Jenna to be proud of who she was.

  As she walked to the center of the room, Jenna made her hips sway just a bit more than usual, causing the little bells to jingle. She was even getting into wearing the outfit. She wouldn’t go so far as to try to dance the way Alyssa had in front of all these people, but she wasn’t beyond making the bells chime because of an exaggerated wiggle. She knew David’s big smile was because he understood she was embracing her outfit and her sensuality, and she wanted to make him proud of her.

  “And now, for me, the most special person up for auction, my submissive, Jenna. Turn for the crowd, Jenna, and show off that luscious ass of yours that I love so much.”

  Without hesitation, Jenna rotated and shimmied, the bells jingling in celebration of her partially exposed asset. The crowd clapped in appreciation. Jenna curtsied to her admirers.

  “Jenna is available to be co-topped with me for mild to medium impact play using paddles, floggers and crops. No whips tonight. We welcome either a man or woman for a one-hour play session. What am I bid for Jenna?”

  To her astonishment, four buyers entered into the bidding, but it was the familiar-sounding voice in the group that caught Jenna’s attention. She looked up into the crowd to see David’s close friend Ian smiling down at her with a mischievous grin. And no matter how much anyone else bid on her, Ian raised the bid until he was the winner. As David instructed her to go sit next to Ian, she also noticed the twinkle in his eye. And then she got it. The fix had been in. David had made sure that someone he trusted implicitly won the bid for her. Ian was known as a strict Dom, and he had always made Jenna a little nervous, but Jenna was surprised that now all she felt was excitement.

  She went to sit by her new buyer as David addressed the crowd.

  “Okay, ladies and gentlemen. Playtime is about to begin. All the fantasy rooms in Bacchanal are open, as well as our customary play space in the Lair. Don’t forget to negotiate your play carefully so we don’t have mistakes happen. It would be a shame to ruin this new opportunity. Enjoy!”

  The room erupted in loud applause. David took a bow and then made his way through the crowd to her and Ian.

  “I wonder if you would mind walking around with me while I make sure everything is going all right before we play,” he asked Ian. “I feel responsible for the people I auctioned off.”

  Ian grinned at him and nodded. “I wouldn’t mind taking a look around myself. I haven’t had a chance to tour the other fantasy rooms before now, either.”

  “Great. We’ll come back here to play when we’re done, if that’s all right with you.”

  “Sure. I’m looking forward to playing with our little harem girl in here. That will be fun.” He waggled his eyebrows at Jenna, causing her to giggle. Maybe he wasn’t as strict as she’d thought.

  David and Ian each took hold of one of Jenna’s hands and walked with her into the hall. They stopped by the classroom first and peered into the window that was provided so people could watch the scene inside. A blackboard was on the back wall. Along the side walls were posters of the anatomy of the body, a chart of different toys according to their strength of impact and a display explaining the different positions of submission. In the center were a large, old-fashioned wooden desk and a wooden chair. The schoolgirl was kneeling, head down, hands clasped behind her neck. The teacher, in black slacks and a white button-down shirt open at the collar, was seated in a chair before her.

  They were involved in a conversation that couldn’t be heard, but they appeared to be negotiating their scene. Before long, the girl got up and went to the blackboard, writing, ‘I promise not to disrupt class by coming in late again.’

  The teacher watched patiently while she finished her writing, then directed her to place herself over his desk, he
r hands holding on to the sides, head down and legs spread. He lifted her skirt, exposing her round ass, which was covered in pink cotton panties with lace along the edges. Slowly, he drew the panties down, leaving them at the top of her thighs.

  He leaned over and whispered something in her ear. She shook her head and he laughed loudly enough that Jenna could hear the menace in his tone. He went over to the blackboard and removed a wooden yardstick that was on the small shelf under the board. As he slapped it against his hand a few times, the schoolgirl jumped slightly in response. Jenna did as well. David squeezed her hand as he suppressed a chuckle.

  The teacher positioned himself at the girl’s side. Again a short conversation took place and it seemed as though the girl was promising never to come in late again. But it wasn’t enough to let her off the hook. The teacher leisurely stroked the girl’s ass with the yardstick, then pulled back and began to swat her with it in firm short strokes. She appeared to relax against the hits until they became sharper and harder, at which point she rose up onto her toes.

  The teacher stopped and spoke to her and she went back down onto her feet. He placed one hand on her back to keep her down and began to swat her again. As her ass reddened, she started to cry, but she didn’t call her safe word. Jenna’s ass cheeks clenched in sympathy.

  David startled Jenna when he commented, “It looks like she’s being well-chastised. I think we can move on.”

  Ian agreed and they pulled her along down the hall to the next room. Watching the scene had definitely turned Jenna on and she anticipated that before they were done with their tour, she would be beyond excited for their own scene, something she suspected was part of David’s purpose in taking this trip around Bacchanal.

  The next room was the interrogation room. Through the window, Jenna could see that the young woman she had admired had been tied to a metal chair. She was dressed only in panties, her hands behind her back and each of her ankles was tied to a front leg of the chair. She was also blindfolded. The room was stark white with only a single light bulb hanging from a wire suspended from the ceiling. The chair was in the center of the room.

  The woman’s interrogator pushed the chair onto its back legs. Rocking it back and forth with one hand, he leaned down and appeared to whisper in the woman’s ear. Fear crossed her face, whether from loss of equilibrium or what her tormentor had said to her was unclear. Suddenly the woman in the team emerged from a side door, walked over to the bound victim and cut the panties off her with a knife. She grabbed a nipple and squeezed it with apparent force. An audible gasp came from their captive. Then the woman drew the point of the knife down one breast and pressed the tip into the nipple she had just squeezed. The woman screamed and Jenna gasped.

  David turned to her. “I guess it looks like she’ll probably give them what they want.”

  “I know her. She can take a lot,” Ian interjected. “She loves knife play so they’ll have to figure out a really good mind-fuck before she’ll crack.”

  “We’ll leave them to it,” David said. “Let’s go see what’s next.”

  Jenna wasn’t unhappy leaving that scene. Although the idea of being held captive had its allure as a fantasy, she wasn’t sure she would be able to withstand the torture that would be meted out here. Being kept off balance and in the dark was not something she was ready for, even if David were in charge.

  They moved along to the medical room. This room was unnerving, as it seemed to be a replica of her gynecologist’s office, complete with examining table with stirrups. But instead of a cabinet with medical supplies, this white metal cupboard was filled with all kinds of BDSM toys. And the naked woman restrained to the table with her hands tied above her head, her legs tied into the stirrups, a pair of nipple clamps attached to her breasts and her ass pulled so far forward it was partly off the table, was being fitted with a butt plug. An enormous one. Jenna’s own ass cheeks clenched once again in sympathy as she watched the man in the white doctor’s coat slowly work the plug until it was seated. The woman seemed to relax once it was finally in, until he pressed his hand against it and she moaned loudly enough for them to hear.

  “I guess it vibrates,” Ian said matter-of–factly.

  “Seems so,” David concurred, a sly smile on his lips.

  Jenna looked at them both calmly standing there watching while she was getting totally amped up. Doesn’t watching any of this affect them? She was turning into a squirming mess herself. She casually leaned up against David, pressing her ass into his groin. Oh yes, he was affected. At least she wasn’t the only one on the edge. David pushed her off him and gave her a firm swat. Clearly, he had figured out her devious intention. Jenna turned and winked. David just stared her down until she had to look away.

  Her Doms decided it was time to leave just as the ‘doctor’ pulled out a giant dildo from the cabinet. She could only imagine how the woman was going to feel once it was inserted, since Jenna was sure it would vibrate, as well. Sensory overload. She was working her way there herself.

  By the time they reached the dungeon room, the skinny guy from the beginning of the auction was now naked and suspended on the huge wagon-style wheel attached to the wall, spread-eagled and upside down. Seated in a throne-like chair sat a Dom in leathers, watching his suspended captive carefully. He asked a few questions, then slowly rose and walked to an ornately carved wooden chest. He selected a singletail from the collection of whips. After cracking it a few times and making the young man shudder, he began to strike the suspended man with precision strokes, hitting his nipples and his inner thighs. He carefully placed symmetrical marks along the man’s torso, then delivered the decisive blow, striking his captive’s now erect cock and eliciting a scream.

  He walked over and bent down so he could stroke the man’s face. The Dom spoke to him, and after receiving a nod, the Dom once again rose and administered carefully controlled strikes with the whip. The peaceful look on the bound man’s face told Jenna that he was enjoying the whipping very much.

  “One last stop before we play,” David said. “Although I suspect that one won’t be as interesting as these have been.”

  “Why not?” Ian asked.

  “Because it’s the Victorian bedroom. It usually gets a group scene that tends to just be sex rather than BDSM activities, but we can check in just the same.”

  David turned from the dungeon window and led them down a circuitous hall that finally ended at their last destination. He stood back while Jenna and Ian looked inside.

  “Wow, this one’s the most elaborate, I think,” Ian commented.

  David peeked in. “I don’t know. I think you feel that way because of the fancy fabrics, but it’s really just a bedroom with a big bed.”

  “But what a bed,” Ian answered.

  Jenna agreed. The room was wallpapered in the typical red-flocked wallpaper one associated with a Victorian brothel. Another ornately carved chest, which she assumed held toys, was the only piece of furniture in the room besides the bed. But the bed was magnificent. It had to be at least a California king, with exquisitely carved pillars at each of the four corners, that depicted various sexual activities. The carvings also danced along the wooden sides that bordered the mattress. A canopy towered over the bed, with crushed red velvet fabric covering the wooden frame. The only thing covering the mattress was a black sheet. When the door opened to allow a couple to leave, Jenna could hear a haunting version of Kings of Leon’s Sex on Fire covered by a string quartet.

  Sprawled over the bed were various people in all states of undress, with many of them totally naked. As she watched, Jenna found it difficult to figure out who was doing what to whom in the entanglement of bodies. But she didn’t think she wanted to be a part of the sweat-soaked activities. It was too overwhelming. Having two people give her attention was more than enough. She looked over at David and pleaded with her eyes for him to play with her. Now.

  “It’s time to give our own slave some attention, don’t you think, Ian?” David
responded to her unspoken wish.

  “I certainly do.”

  Finally, Jenna was led back into the harem room. There were still some people lounging on the pillows talking among themselves, and there was a scene taking place in the center of the room. A sub was cuffed between the pillars where Jenna assumed she would eventually end up. Standing behind her, wielding a flogger in each hand was a tall, handsome Dom, also in a kilt. As he danced behind the sub, the floggers crossing each other in perfect synchrony, her voice rose in a high keening sound until she reached a full scream. As she trembled in her orgasm, he continued with the Florentine flogging until she finally sagged against her bonds in exhaustion.

  The Dom placed his floggers on a side table and came to release his sub, holding her as he carefully undid the cuffs. She sank into his arms and he bent down, picked her up and carried her to a pillow-topped bench. She seemed totally gone as he cradled her in his lap.

  David turned to Jenna. “Why don’t you go find that sub some water and Ian and I will clean up the station for the Dom. It looks like he’s going to be occupied with caring for her for a while.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she responded and went across the room to the mini-fridge, bringing back a few bottles of water. David nodded his approval. “Some for us, too, I see.”

  Jenna smiled as she placed three bottles onto one of the tables by the pillars and walked over to the Dom.

  “Excuse me, Sir, but would you like some water for her?” Jenna nodded toward the sub.

  “What a lovely gesture. I was just trying to see if I could find anyone I knew who could do that for us since I was remiss about getting it before our scene. Thank you.”