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The bid had suddenly hit 40 thousand gold when I looked away from YM and he was the high bidder. Without thinking I raised my paddle and offered 43 thousand. I looked back up to her and saw that she was looking right at me, having seen me raise my paddle. We locked eyes for a moment before I looked back over to YM to see him grinning from ear to ear. I knew what he was thinking. He didn’t even want the final auction because he was looking for someone to add to his stable. Instead, he wanted to deny me what I was wanting at the time. I didn’t even know why I wanted it back then. All I knew was I wanted her with me and not him.

45 thousand was the next bid from YM which he also felt compelled to shout out as if trying to intimidate me. Looking back up to the dark-skinned beauty in white, I offered the maximum bid of 50 thousand gold which drew a loud cheer from the crowd. I looked back over to YM and he chuckled, quickly matching my 50 thousand gold offer. One other bidder from the back of the room whom I paid no attention to also offered the maximum bid and after a few moments to check for additional max bids, the auction ended with me, YM, and a random guy that I did not know being forced to roll for the opportunity to “own” this “slave,” at least for a short time. The first to roll was the man from the back and his result was 12 which all but assured he would not win. YM and I locked eyes once more and he laughed at me as he rolled a 70 - not unbeatable, but a damn good roll. I looked away from him and back up to the mostly nude woman on the stage and again we locked eyes. Without looking away from her, I entered my roll and let the random number generator decide her fate - 72. I had won.

I looked back over to YM to see the grin on his face disappear and be replaced with a scowl. He’d never forgiven me for turning him down and he wanted me to pay for denying him something he desired. He never really wanted her. All he wanted was for me to fail so he could take her from me, but I had denied that pleasure to a man that was very used to getting what he wanted. In a huff, YM stood up and stormed out of the bidder’s pit, two of his girls trailing behind him.

I looked back over to the stage and stood up to eye my prize, Reyna, who was already making her way down to me. I quickly sat back down in my chair and waited for her to walk between the rows. The MC announced that the days’ auctions were over and thanked everyone for coming, letting us all know they would be back the following week for more role play fun.

Once she’d made her way over to my chair, Reyna knelt down in front of me as most slaves did for their new “masters.” In that moment, what had been a soft trigger I’d experienced in my real life had suddenly found its’ way back into my consciousness and began to fester. I could feel it in my soul and although I hid it from her in that moment, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide it for very long.

“Stand up,” I said to Reyna in a calm yet stern voice. “I don’t want you kneeling in front of me like that anymore, you understand?”

“Yes Mistress,” she said back to me, doing as she was told as most slaves did.

“Your clothes,” I said to her. “Where are they? Did you leave them on stage?” She nodded. “Let’s go get them. I don’t want you walking around nude for all to see. That’s unseemly.” I asked one of the stage assistants to help me gather Reyna’s clothes so she could dress. I helped her with her shoes, kneeling down in front of her to help her slide them on which took her by surprise. As I did, I noticed a small, lightly-colored tattoo on her ankle - a butterfly. Just then the owner of the room announced that they would be closing up in a couple of minutes and that we should find another place to be, lest we be kicked back to our login locations. Taking Reyna’s hand, I slide my wrist over hers and requested to pair with her which she immediately accepted as a proper slave should, at least in the state of role play we were in at the time.

“We should.…” I stopped short. I was beginning to feel that trigger effecting me more. I could tell it was starting to eat at me, but I couldn’t lose myself in front of all those people. “We need to….”

“Mistress,” Reyna said, realizing I was becoming distressed. “We can go to your place. Maybe that would be best?” After a few seconds, I nodded my head to her and brought up my HUD so we could teleport over to my apartment which, at the time, was more of a luxury suite that I used for virtually all of my clients. It was nice, premium, and comfortable so most people felt welcome there.

“Yes,” I said. “Of course. We’ll…we’ll go now.” Taking her hand as had become my customary way of guiding my clients to my suite, I tapped on the teleport option in my HUD and we were there in an instant. The interior of my suite quickly came into view. I found myself dropping Reyna’s hand and walking into the next room.

“Sit down,” I said to Reyna, directing her to one of the two couches I had in my living room which I kept fairly dark. In front of the primary couch was a large television which I used to watch shows and concerts with some of my clients when they asked for such things. On the walls were various pieces of modern art, all purchased with the money I’d earned as an escort. In the center of the room was a glass coffee table, topped with a few standard coffee table books filled with pictures of classic cars, fashion, and sports.

“Yes Mistress,” Reyna said as she quickly moved to the sofa and sat down. I arrived in the next room over which doubled as my dining room and kitchen. While I didn’t have a stove, I did have a refrigerator where I kept plenty of cold drinks and some small snacks in case a client wanted to have something like strawberries or other fresh fruits. I took a bottle of water from the fridge and cracked it open with my fingers, closing the door with my foot. I walked back over to the living room and handed it to Reyna as that unsettling feeling in my chest grew larger.

“Here,” I said to her as I gave her the water. “Long day; figure you’d want something to drink.” She looked up to me somewhat shocked that I was being as thoughtful with her as I was.

“Thank you,” she said. “You’re so kind to me, Mistress.” After a short pause, I waved my hand to her.

“Please,” I said. “Stop calling me that. I hate when people do that.”

“Yes Ma’am,” she said to me and I again rebuffed her.

“Ana,” I said, correcting her. “Just Ana is fine. No need to be so formal.”

“OK,” she said to me with a smile. “Ana.” I nodded my head to her and she seemed to relax, leaning back and letting her body sink into the sofa. I stood there a moment, unsure of what to do next. I’d never won an auction and I’d never owned a slave or took a “collar.” With no idea of what to do with her and that trigger becoming nearly intolerable, I sat next to her and had her lie her head down on my lap. As with my other requests of her she was confused, but followed my lead.

“Just lie down for a bit,” I said, taking the bottle of water back from her which she’d not had a chance to sip from and set it on a coaster on the coffee table. Cradling her head in my lap, I loosened and eventually removed her mask which was a white and yellow bandana she’s secured around her nose and mouth. Underneath I discovered her plump and full lips, adorned with very bright red lipstick which looked as if it had been the victim of a glitter bomb.

“Um,” Reyna said. “Ana?”

“Yes?” I replied. “What is it?” I could tell she was confused.

“Forgive me for asking, but is this all you would have me do?”

“Yes,” I said to her. She paused before adding more.

“I see. OK.”

“Is this a problem?”

“No!,” she quickly offered back to me, the Master / Slave dynamic still very much in play. “Anything you like!” I couldn’t see her face, but I could imagine her confusion as I found myself stroking her thick, black hair that was still put up in a ponytail with a hair clip. I removed the clip and tossed it onto the coffee table with the water, allowing her hair to go wild. I could tell she was still somewhat tense with uncertainty so I continued to stroke her hair in an attempt to help her relax.

“You’re not used to this are you,” I said to her. “Your old masters…did they not do this for you?” Reyna paused for a moment before answering.

“No,” she said her voice a little softer. “They usually have me do…other things for them.” I knew exactly what she was talking about. BDSM is a somewhat strange and often unpredictable collection of practices and people, some of which weren’t aware of how proper BDSM worked. I’d not actively participated it the practice at this point, but I was very aware that in any BDSM session there is or should be a certain level of safety and comfort that each party must feel. It’s very common that the people partaking in the session discuss it first and decide which boundaries are best for them and clearly communicate these to each other. Only once those boundaries are agreed to should any session start and neither party should stray from them.

In the early months of Aurora, a small subgroup of BDSM “Doms” had decided on their own that they didn’t care about these rules and would purposely mislead their partners, often manipulating them into things they never wanted to do. Because of this, a trend had started where subs had come to expect to be abused by their Doms up to and including physical and sexual brutality which left a black eye on the overall community. Only after a taking back of sorts did this practice begin to subside, but there are still purposely abusive Doms in the game and all too often they go after new players so they can abusive and take advantage of them. I’d wondered if Reyna had been an unfortunate victim of this. Looking down on her again, my trigger which had started off light was once again rearing its’ ugly head and my mind began to go to very dark places.

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