The Exhibition: DARK EROTICA SERIES
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He took out two small black earbuds. I looked at him confused, and he smiled this time with a grin that promised mischief. I didn’t know what he was doing, but that look in his eyes made me fight not to pull away from him as he put them in my ears. One and then the other, and that’s when the entire world around me went silent. My eyes widened, and I realized that this was part of sense deprivation, but he hadn’t taken away my sight.
I wouldn’t hear a thing. I’d never know what was going on around me. What they were talking about, and I knew that every time he talked to someone, I would panic. I’d fear that it was the moment he sold me, and as much as that scared me, it meant I had to trust him. A small moan escaped my lips as I looked at him pleadingly, but he just patted my head as if my fear was of no consequence to him at all. I tried to calm my breathing as I trembled, standing there in a room full of strangers with hungry, lingering gazes.
Putting on a Show
When her hearing went out, the moan she gave me was laced with fear, but I had to tune it out. It wasn’t that I felt bad for her. No, I would have loved to put her in this fear any other day. I did now, but not to the extent I wanted. Not until we’re alone. I reminded myself, and I looked at everyone. The girl was brought out, but I tried not to pay attention to the poor thing, as I glanced over her and around me.
There were a lot of brunettes. There were some Asians, and there were of course many blacks as well, and very few of them looked like they were Black Americans. They were a little harder to get, and third world countries were easier. I smiled as I looked at Alice who seemed more than a little excited. My fingers went to her slit, playing with her clit as she took in the stares of those around her and she was looked at.
“American?” The man asked with a heavy Russian accent, and I just nodded.
I looked at him, and he had a blue tag. It wasn’t gold or silver, and so I knew that he wouldn’t ever be able to afford my wares. He just walked away, seeming to know the same. Alice had stiffened beside me, making me smile a little more. Another person walked out, and he was wearing a silver tag, asking the same question.
“Yes.” I replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I watched as he walked around Alice, and he touched her long hair, looking at the way I had her hands tied up to almost ache. He made an appreciative sound as his hands went to her hair again.
“I don’t suppose you’ll tell me where you found her?” He said, and I looked at him as his fingers went down to her breasts, checking the clamps. “She seems to be able to take more than most Americans who are used to such a cushy life.” He said, and I smiled at him.
“No, I wouldn’t tell you where, but it’s something you have to learn. How to pick a girl who will bend and not break. She will bow and yet that fire will warm your bed.” I said, keeping my tone cool and even. She’d be warming my bed later. I reminded myself, knowing that I’d probably keep everything on her until then. My grin was genuine, and the man chuckled.
“What do you call her?” He asked, and I debated on the same question. Should I tell them the truth?
“Alice.” I said. Most people would never think I went with her real name, but it was my small gift to her not to take it away. Besides, they’d think it fits her. She looks like little Alice lost in Wonderland. I thought to myself. I found it amusing since I first found her. The man smiled with appreciation. He found it amusing as well, as I knew he would. He didn’t believe it was her first name.
“Damon, yes?” He said, and I nodded.
“I’ll keep you in mind.” He said. “Especially if you put her on the auction block.” The man added as he walked away. He was the first of many, and if Alice didn’t like that prodding, I knew that her cheeks would darken even more with the embarrassment to come.
Going Mad as a Hatter
Inwardly, I jumped at everything at first. Every time that Damon started to talk to someone, I would look at him out of the corner of my eye as much as I could. Horrible thoughts started to play through my head, but after I watched one guy leave, I started to hope that I’d see them all leave. If they’re leaving, you’re still his. I’d remind myself, but there was that nagging voice in the back of my head that told me that it didn’t mean anything if they left or not. This wasn’t even the auction yet.
That’s when it started to happen. Damon gave me a sharp look as one man touched my hair, making me shiver a little under his touch. I thought at first, with more than a little panic, that I had messed up and disgraced my Master. Luckily for me, the man seemed to like my response, and a small grin spread across his smug, pug like face. I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn’t. Instead, I just let my eyes lose focus as to not look at anyone in particular. I couldn’t bear the thought of them touching me, and so by looking at my Master, I was able to endure the poking and prodding.
One after another as their fingers trailed over my delicate skin. Damon kept looking at me with those deep, longing eyes of his, and I knew that he wanted me as much as I wanted him if not more. It was the only thing that was helping me to remember that he wasn’t going to give me up without a fight. There was a possessiveness in his eyes that made me feel welcome and wanted. Every time I was nervous with their prodding, poking fingers starting to tease my wet thighs and slit, I would allow my eyes to focus, but only on him. I could feel myself getting wetter each time, and it was the only thing that kept me dripping during the entire process.
I wanted to speak, to say anything to him. I don’t know why, but my mouth seemed dry at the thought of speaking even if we were alone. It was almost impossible to think of something to say. Yet, my inner voice was screaming at me to tell him all of the things I wanted to in case it was the last chance I got.
Please don’t leave me. Fear doubled up inside of me at the very thought.
You’ve made me feel like I belong somewhere for the first time in my life. I hated that it was true, and yet there really was no denying it. Before him, I had felt lost. I had nothing to go back to. Not if I had the chance, and so today after all the prodding, all I wanted to do was go home.
You’ve given me purpose. Anyone hearing me would think I was crazy. I knew that even my Master might think I was crazy, but I didn’t care. I knew if I ever said this to him, he’d have that arrogant smile tugging at his lips. The one I loved to see despite how condescending he was. I loved to see him looking at me with anything as long as it wasn’t anger in his eyes.
I’m scared, so please make it go away. I wanted to cry. This thought came running to the surface any time someone stepped to close, trailing their fingers along the delicate vein in my neck. One man put his fingers inside of me, pushing into my wet, damp pussy with two fingers. A few quick thrusts of those fingers and he left me aching, staring at my master hoping he’d bring me to climax, but nothing happened.
You’ve become so important to me. I panicked when left alone too long with nothing to think about. It wasn’t that I was upset that no one was touching me. no, my nipples ached from the last man whose fingernails dug in to my delicate flesh as my Master pretended to look away, watching me out of the corner of his eye. No, I panicked because I wasn’t sure I ever told him these simple things. It seemed so obvious to me, but even thinking about voicing it made me fight back a blush. For some reason, it wasn’t something I could ever bring myself to change. I hoped I could in the future.
I’m not sure I could imagine life without you. The thought came when Damon walked away. It was the first time he had walked away from me the entire time. I had thought that he’d be by my side until we were able to go home, but thinking about it, I knew how silly that sounded. There was no way that my Master could do nothing besides watch over me. It was absurd to think so, but when I saw someone approaching, I nearly took a step back before I remembered myself. He had blonde hair and hazel eyes. I wouldn’t have thought anything of him I was passing him on the streets.
Before, I might have even thought he was handsome, but he w
I hadn’t been touched much, and I knew now that it was only that way because Damon had stayed close to me. Now, he wasn’t here. My Master had left me, but I refused to think that he had abandoned me. No, I knew he would come back. What if this man bought you? What if that’s why he didn’t come back? Does he even care? Did he sell you and not even look back? The voice in my head taunted me, but I fought down my panic as best as I could. I didn’t speak any of the things I was thinking. I knew I wasn’t allowed to. I just looked at him. I tried to look right through him, but he had a predatory gaze that wouldn’t seem to let go of my own.
“Hmm. No talking?” He said, and his fingers tightened on the chain, tugging gently and teasingly with a coy smile on his lips. He had spoken slowly and deliberately, as if knowing I couldn’t hear a thing.
I knew that other slaves could hear, and so I wondered how long this man had been watching me to know such a thing. I could feel my cheeks heating up. I wanted to tell him off, and yet I knew better. I knew that it’d do no good at all. Still I remained silent, but I wanted to scream out for Damon to come to my rescue.
His fingers went to my nipple, but he didn’t let his fingernails dig in. his fingers played down my stomach, and glancing down I could see that his rather large cock was hard, and I took solace in the fact that I had seen no slave used so openly so far, but I did see a few get taken off. I could only imagine what happened to them. Some came back with bruises, one with a bloody nose, and some seemed just fine.
I looked at this man, and I knew that despite the smile playing on his lips, if he took me anywhere out of the public eye, I would not come back just fine. His fingers found their way to my clit, pinching the already pressed, overly sensitive nub until I was forced to cry out. Tears pricked at my eyes. Damon had told me to stay silent. I had broken an order, and my heart was pounding.
I was nearly shaking, but the man before me seemed to feel satisfied with himself. Too bad he wasn’t the man that I was worried about pleasing. He tried again, but I was silent. The man frowned, and before I knew what happened, he had one finger and then two pushing in and out of me. I couldn’t hide the look on my face, but I held my tongue between my teeth, trying not to make another sound without permission. Not for this man. He wasn’t worth Damon’s anger.
He wasn’t even worth disappointing him. No one was, and that’s when Damon came into view. I couldn’t hear what he was saying to the man, but the man was angry. His fingers left me. I was sure that if I could hear, I would have heard shouting, but Damon just looked at him with a cool, calculating expression. To anyone else, he would have seen passive, as if he didn’t care. To me, I could tell that he was anger. I had seen that cold anger burn in his eyes before, but this time I was glad that it wasn’t directed at me.
He looked at me only for a brief moment before assessing that I was fine before turning away. I knew that it wasn’t because he didn’t care, but it still hurt to be dismissed so quickly. It just didn’t cut as deep as I thought it would. Damon was protecting me, and that thought was an override for anything else. Soon enough, the man left, and once again I was put back into position. I knew by his touch that Damon wouldn’t have me here much longer.
I love you. It resonated within me so clearly that I was sure I was going to burst. I wasn’t sure before, but now I was. I really loved my Master, and that’s why even if he gave me the chance to walk away, I wouldn’t. Not now. Not ever. I thought and a small smile threatened to tug at the corner of my lips before I pushed it away. I remember what he told me. I had to look trained. I had to look nearly emotionless, and yet it called for a discipline I feared I did not have.
A Reminder in Self Discipline
It was the way that Alice looked at me. She was so trusting, as if nothing could stop us or pull us apart. I dare say that it was love if I didn’t know any better, but I tried to push the thoughts away. There was no way that she could really love me, but I didn’t need that. All I needed to do was protect her, and that’s exactly what I had done. Lord Davin had royal lineage, but that didn’t matter to me. I knew that he was a valuable client rationally, but I also knew that I couldn’t just let people treat my slaves like that if I was going to sell them at any respectful price in the long term.
It was a conflicting situation with no right answer, and so I had listened to the reasoning that suited me best at the time. I couldn’t allow it because it was bad for long term business, and yet I knew that I wasn’t allowing it for another reason. Alice was that other reason. I couldn’t tell myself that I would have made the same decision if it was any other slave I had trained in the past or would in the future, but all I knew is that I was going to protect her now, and so the decision was made.
There was no going back. I watched him storm away, and I was thankful that I was not visibly showing the anger that I was sure that Alice of all people could feel radiating off of me. As I looked into those baby blue eyes, I could see that she was scared, and well she should be. It turned me on to see that small level of fear in her eyes mixing with adoration that made me twitch in my pants. Once again, I was overtaken with the desire to bend her over right there in front of everyone and take her.
To show them all that she was mine, and that she was just a sample of what I could do. That her obedience would show that I could turn even the most spirited girl into the perfect slave, but this slave would never be anyone else’s. Yet, I knew that wasn’t how to win clients, and I wanted to walk out of here with her and a future in the business. I gave her a small, tight smile when I thought no one was looking, and she seemed to relax. I don’t know how someone I had already known so intimately could appear so innocent still, but she did, and I ached for her even more for that very reason.
Hours had passed, and I refused to meet her eyes during that time. I wouldn’t have the self-control I needed if I did. I would succumb to the one thing that I couldn’t in front of all of these people. They exploited any weakness that anyone had. It was time for the auction, or at least it would be in a few hours. Now, everyone decided to get food, and so I took Alice out of her position. Her eyes refocused on me, and that startled fear turned into something else. Something I couldn’t put a name on. I took out her ear buds. I unfastened her gag as well, placing it in my pocket.
“It’s time to go, Alice.” I said softly, using her name to make her shiver. I loved the way it raised goosebumps on her flesh. My cock couldn’t get any harder. We wouldn’t make it past the preparation room.
“Yes, Master.” She said, licking her lips as she looked up at me with eager eyes.
“Everything stays on until we get to the room.” I said. I knew that I didn’t have to leave it on.
Many people were actually taking it off, but I wanted to see her in it for a little while longer. Alice didn’t question it, and I couldn’t stop myself from taking a little pride in that as she bowed her head as we walked to the preparation room once more. I could feel the same amount of anticipation for what was to come rolling off of her as I had. I had wanted her all day, and I was about to show my slave exactly why I was her Master and no one else ever would be. The only thing I removed was her posture collar, to which she took a deep breath. I’m sure it was a relief since she had never worn one before, but I wasn’t planning to give her too much time to think about it.
When we got to the room, the door barely closed and I pushed her towards the only chair that was in there. I made her bend over, nearly falling as I grabbed her hips. She made no sound other than a small moan that escaped her lips before she could suppress it, but it only made me ache more for her. Her ass was now in the air, and I reached around to play with her nipples. I hated the fact that so many men had already touched what was mine, and so I grabbed them harder, eliciting a moan of both pain and pleasure from her.
“You’re mine, Alice. My slave. I am your Master. Forever and always, and there isn’t a thing in this world that will change it.” I said in a clear, even voice, whispering it in her ear as a shiver ran violently through her. She subtly pushed her ass up a little higher, as if begging for me to take her. My fingers found its way to her hair, yanking her head back by it.
“Tell me who you belong to, slave.” I said in a hushed whisper, and I could tell she was biting her lip to not cry out too loudly.
“You, Master. Always you.” She said. I could tell by her tone, Alice was more breathless than I had imagined. I freed my cock with one hand as I continued to pinch and roll her nipple in my other.
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