“Welcome to the Diamonds, Alicia,” he said. “You will wait here with the other companions.”
“Yes, Sir,” she responded, “but might I be so bold as to ask what I am waiting for?”
“Good. This, as you may have guessed, is a private club for Dominants and their companions. Tonight we are holding an auction for charity. Each companion will stand on the block and we, the Doms, will bid for his or her services for a twenty-four hour period of time.”
Alicia did not respond verbally but she began to tremble.
“You will,” he continued, “not dishonor me. You will be a model companion when you are placed on the block, will you not?”
“As you wish, Sir,” she answered.
“Excellent.” He smiled. “But you should be aware that the one rule is that a Dom is not allowed to bid on his or her own companion. You will, I have no doubt, show the same respect to whomever wins you that you show to me. It is, after all, part of your contract, is it not?”
Fear crept along her spine. How could she possibly submit to a complete stranger? Still, she found herself nodding her acceptance.
“Don’t worry, my sweet,” Mr. Devonshire assured her as he dropped a kiss on her head. “I would never allow anyone but someone I trust to win your services. Remember, you have control of the safe word and I assure you, it will be honored.”
She put on a brave smile and kissed him goodbye. She then patiently waited in line with the other companions. No one spoke. Glancing around the room, she met the gaze of one young man who apparently noticed her confusion. He smiled encouragingly. He also pointed to a sign above the door.
Once in this room, no companion will speak unless spoken to. If a need arises, a companion may knock on the door and speak to the guard. A good companion always pleases his or her Master. To do otherwise will incur a public consequence.
Alicia’s eyes widened as she read the sign but she found that, despite her fears, she was also quite excited by the prospect of being on an auction block. Her excitement increased as the line became shorter and shorter. She could hear through the door the auctioneer’s voice and the bang of a gavel.
When her time came to step in front of the crowd, she wasn’t sure what to expect. The auctioneer, a short, heavyset man, assisted her as she stepped onto the wooden block.
“Item number seven on tonight’s agenda—Alicia, newly trained companion to Mr. Maverick Devonshire.”
This brought a few oohs and aahs from the audience.
“As you can see,” he continued, “not only is she quite beautiful, but look at all this lovely hair.” He turned her around and lifted her braid.
“I want to see it unbound,” a voice from the crowd shouted.
“Certainly,” the auctioneer agreed.
Within moments, her hair was freely flowing about her shoulders, the curling ends touching her lower back.
The bids continued to rise. Alicia was amazed at the amount. Apparently though, the auctioneer was not quite satisfied. He slowly began to turn her around and unwrap her toga until she stood naked and shivering on the bare wooden block. She desperately wanted to cover herself with her hands but resolved to stand tall. She would not be less than the perfect companion Maverick had trained. More appreciative comments came from the audience and the bidding continued.
Despite the bright lights, she could see Mr. Devonshire standing at a distance. His arms were crossed, but he smiled encouragingly at her. Seeing this, Alicia felt a surge of confidence. She lifted her chin, carefully kept her eyes lowered and stood a bit straighter. She brought in the highest bid of the evening.
Once her auction ended, she walked back into the waiting room where her temporary Master waited. To her relief, Mr. Devonshire was also there.
“Alicia, let me introduce Spiro to you. He has been a friend of mine for years. I couldn’t be happier that he has won your services,” he stated. “You will, I have no doubt, make me proud. Go with him now. I will come to pick you up tomorrow evening.”
Alicia was terrified. Neither Maverick nor Spiro allowed her to put on clothing. Spiro simply slipped a cape around her shoulders and she walked barefoot to his car. Worse than being naked though were her uncertainties. How would she know how to please him? What if she didn’t, would both he and Mr. Devonshire be disappointed in her? If she didn’t perform well, would Mr. Devonshire want to end her contract? She began to breathe heavily, tears pushing against the backs of her eyes. She trembled during the quick drive to the hotel where Spiro had booked a suite.
Still without speaking, Spiro parked the car, came around to the passenger door, opened it and offered his hand to Alicia. Finally, she looked up at him as she placed her hand in his. His hair was clipped very short, almost military style. Staring into his green eyes, Alicia saw both strength and kindness. She stepped out of the car and meekly followed him through the lobby, into the elevator and up to the top floor. Following him to his suite, Alicia could not fail to notice how smoothly the five-foot-ten man walked. His broad shoulders spoke of muscular strength. She let out a small breath, staring appreciatively at his well-trimmed form.
Once inside the suite, Spiro wasted no time. Alicia had barely stepped onto the thick carpet when he whisked the cape from her shoulders. She jumped in surprise but still remained silent. She knew this was a test from Mr. Devonshire and, despite her fear, she desperately wanted to please him.
“You will remain naked while in this room,” Spiro’s deep voice commanded.
Realizing he had not asked a question, Alicia did not answer but simply nodded.
“I see Maverick has trained you not to speak unless questioned. That’s good, but you may speak freely to me,” Spiro said softly. Then he added with a slight laugh, “You look absolutely petrified. I promise, Alicia, I won’t bite.”
Hearing his softened voice and remembering the kindness in his eyes, Alicia relaxed slightly. Not sure what to say, she remained silent.
Spiro walked to her and gently began to rub her arms. “Do you know why I bid on you?” he asked.
“No, I don’t, sir,” she responded.
“Ah, you can speak,” he whispered as he stepped away and began to undress himself. “It is because you looked so vulnerable. Do you know whom I was bidding against?”
“No, I didn’t know anyone there. At least I don’t think I did. I’m not sure really.” She blushed again as she realized she was once more babbling.
Spiro grinned and shook his head. “Yes, it’s a good thing I did win you. I was bidding against Mistress Monica.”
Alicia had never heard of this person.
“She, my dear,” Spiro continued conversationally, “has a nasty habit of ignoring a safe word and whipping her companions so severely that they actually bleed.”
“Oh my,” Alicia responded, shuddering in distaste.
“Indeed. Maverick and I have been friends for some time now. We have an unspoken agreement whenever one of these auctions comes around. If Monica is bidding for one of our companions, the other man will outbid her,” he explained.
“In that case, I am certainly grateful—ah, what should I call you?” she asked.
“Spiro is fine. I stand on fewer formalities than your ever-so-proper Mr. Devonshire. And yes, you should be grateful, not only to me but also to Maverick.”
Alicia was finding it more and more difficult to concentrate on Spiro’s words. He now stood completely naked before her. His smooth skin rippled with toned, well-defined muscles. This was a man who obviously worked out often. When she had first entered the suite, she had trembled in fear. Now she began to tremble in anticipation. Still, a man with that much strength would surely have a firm hand. This realization brought a renewed fear, but Alicia could also feel the gathering dampness within her body.
“Come,” he said. “Sit in this chair. I want to brush your hair.”
Alicia smiled and sat in the hard, straight-backed ladder chair he indicated. Spiro walked to the dresser and opened the top drawer. He held a silver-backed natural-bristle brush in one hand. Alicia wondered at the devious smile spreading across his face as he moved a second chair behind her, sat, and began to brush her long tresses. The soothing rhythm of the strokes and his following hand eased all residual tension from her body. He continued to brush until Alicia was completely relaxed.
“Now,” he spoke softly, “shall I remind you of your misbehaviors? Maverick graciously provided me with a list from earlier this evening, and I couldn’t help but notice other lapses.”
Alicia’s eyes snapped open and she sat a little straighter.
“Yes, Sir. Please tell me,” she humbly answered.
“First, you questioned your Master, but he has already reprimanded you for that, although personally I think he’s far too easy on you.” Spiro continued to brush her hair soothingly. “Then you let your eyes wander when you first came into the club. You hesitated when I told you to get into the car.”
Alicia again closed her eyes as her excitement built. All he said was true.
“You again let your eyes wander when we entered the hotel. A well-trained companion trusts her Dom completely, yet you were hesitant. When I removed the cape, you clutched at it. Oh, it was a brief lapse, I know, but still, you resisted.”
Alicia’s breathing increased and she bowed her head slightly.
“I am not nearly as brutal as Monica, and I will always respect the safe word. But I am also not as lenient as Maverick.” He stopped brushing her hair. “Stand up, replace the chair and lie across my lap.”
Alicia hesitated.
“Now!” he shouted.
Alicia jumped up and did as commanded. Lying across his lap, she reveled in the feel of his hard thigh muscles against her soft belly. Spiro placed one hand firmly in the center of her back, her head and feet dangling close to the floor.
“You will not shout out. To do so will negate that swat and I will have to repeat it. I intend to deliver twenty to each cheek, making a total of forty swats. You may moan or cry, but I will not tolerate loud outbursts. Understood?”
“Yes, I understand,” she said.
Oh God! Can I do this?
Alicia bit the inside of her cheek to keep from shrieking as he struck her. Spiro had used the back of the brush to deliver the spankings. He did indeed use a heavy hand.
“Nicely done,” he complimented. “Keep it up, and we’ll be finished here in no time.”
Spiro continued to spank her sore arse, delivering blow after blow. Twice Alicia cried out. Spiro paused momentarily each time and then proceeded. After an incredibly long time, he finally stopped.
“There. That should do for now. Go stand in the corner. Put your nose in the corner and do not, under any circumstances, move,” he stated.
Alicia wiped the tears from her eyes as she did as she’d been told. Her behind burned and she longed to rub it but dared not. Standing in the corner sniffling, she had never felt so humiliated. She knew her rear had to be a brilliant red but she also knew that her pussy quivered with moisture. She heard ice clinking in a glass and Spiro walking about. A moment later, the easy strains of Debussy filled the room and Alicia wondered how long she would be required to stand in the corner. She heard a door open and water run. Apparently Spiro was taking a shower. Knowing he was not watching her, Alicia knew she could safely rub her aching bottom. She began to reach around but then thought better of it. Whether he was physically present or not, she had been told not to move. A good companion always followed orders. She blushed, knowing she had just disobeyed again, but was pleased with herself for stopping before exacerbating the misdeed by touching herself. The sound of the running water, though, brought on its own torture. She desperately needed to pee.
Think of something else
, she told herself sternly,
he’ll be finished soon and then you can ask him for permission
. As time passed, however, she began to squirm a bit as the pressure in her bladder increased. Finally, the water turned off and she breathed a sigh of relief.
When she heard Spiro’s footsteps close behind her, she gathered her courage and asked, “Please, Spiro. I need to use the bathroom.”
“I imagine you do. Here’s the thing, though,” he said as he ran a hand over her still warm arse. “For every privilege I give you, you must pay a price. Are you willing to pay?”
“Yes,” she answered unhesitatingly. If he didn’t allow her to go soon, she was likely to dribble right there in the corner.
“Anything?” he persisted.
“Yes, please, anything.” She was desperate.
“Did you move?”
Alicia hesitated only slightly. “Yes, I did. I’m sorry, but I wanted to rub my behind.”
“Did you?”
“No, I didn’t,” she admitted, trying not to cross her legs in an effort to stem the coming flood. “I moved my hands and then stopped myself. I’ve also been wiggling just now since I have to go so badly.”
For a moment, Spiro said nothing. Then he walked away.
Oh Lord!
How could she stand much more?
“Turn around,” he commanded.
Alicia did so.
“Do not remove these.” Spiro clipped a clothespin on each of her labia.
“Oh!” Alicia cried at the unexpected pain.
“Go,” he directed, slapping her arse once as she ran to the bathroom.
She barely made it to the toilet before her bladder opened. The pain of the full bladder, however, had been replaced by the fire radiating from her tortured skin. Carefully wiping herself, Alicia’s eyes and pussy both watered at this new sensation. When she finished, she slowly returned to the main room of the suite.
“Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Spiro asked.
“No, Sir,” she lied.
Spiro laughed. “In that case, you’re really going to enjoy this.”
Alicia could not contain her cry of pain as he removed the pins.
“Greet me,” he commanded.
Thanks to Mr. Devonshire’s training, Alicia instinctively knelt before him and took his manhood into her mouth. He was smaller than Maverick but thicker, and in an embarrassingly short time her jaw began to ache. She willed herself to relax. Somehow she knew her punishment would be quite severe if she did not perform this simple task to his liking. She cupped his balls in her hand, gently massaging them. Spiro groaned. Trying to relieve some of the pressure on her jaws, Alicia concentrated on the tip of his penis, quickly flicking her tongue over it then drawing just the head into her mouth and sucking. Spiro dropped his hand to her head. She expected him to push her down onto his staff, but he seemed content simply to rest his hand. She stole a glance up at him, but his head was thrown back. Apparently she was pleasing him. Gaining a degree of confidence, Alicia continued to lick and suck on Spiro’s tasty shaft.