Auctioned Orgasm

Power - at a Price

An exhibitionist fantasy in a modern-day dungeon. Whoever has the most money has control. Can our heroine last long enough to collect?

This venture is a bit more BDSM-heavy than my usual writings, so I’ve included my TW here:  Free-use, anonymous sex, extreme exhibitionism, bondage, dom/sub, findom, remote-controlled sex toys, anonymous sex, penetration, anal, forced orgasm, sexwork, overstimulation

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The First Minute

“Are you ready?” My dom’s firm hand grasped the straight back of my chair, leaning it, and me strapped to it, back until our eyelines matched.

I swallowed hard then nodded, knowing the butterflies in my stomach might make my speech flutter and betray my anxiety. It felt like he could see right through me anyway. The intensity of his prolonged gaze seemed to slip right past my confident, exhibitionist mask and strip me more bare than I already was. I fought the urge to shrink back.

He sighed then shook his head. “You can still back out now, no harm done.” His hands went to testing my restraints, making certain each laid perfectly to squeeze my skin when I would invariably struggle. My arms bore crisscrossing red rope from just under my armpits, all the way to my wrists, lacing me to the back of the chair. Matching sets wove from knee to ankle. An ornate tie secured around my shoulders and breasts, giving my back a gentle outward arch and making my boobs look a bit juicier than normal.

I had asked for spirals of rope over my abdomen because I love the way skin puffs around it, but my dom had sternly declined, chastising me for my failure to consider my safety. Pressure on organs with no bones to protect them? Not when he wouldn’t be right by my side.

We had settled for thick black leather straps with bright metal buckles, two each, on my thighs, keeping my legs spread wide. As I watched, my dom secured a small harness to the strap closest to my core. I loved watching the focus and care he had as he set me up for my scene. He took our hitachi wand from our toybag and tested its lowest setting against one of his fingertips before slipping it into the harness and snugging it onto my clit, “on” light glowing. I tensed against the straps, but I wasn’t able to move the wand away from its perfect perch.

Good.

“Still want to do this?” He looked up at me from between my spread legs, and I know he could feel the heat roll off me as I blushed at the sight of him.

“I do.” I managed. I remember seeing one of these auctions once and being so jealous of the gorgeous girl on stage being lusted after by everyone in the room. I wanted to be looked at, cherished, and desired. The mere thought of nearly a hundred strangers watching my naked, aroused body was enough to send me over the edge for so many nights leading up to this. I had begged my dom to sign me up as a participant.

Perks of being a cute sub who often behaves - I know how to get my way.

Getting paid for this was really just a bonus, and to prove that to him, I had him register everything under his name, meaning whatever I raised would go to him, and he could spend it on me later as a treat if I did good enough by his standards. It wasn’t uncommon in these underground clubs to have doms that cared completely for their subs like human pets - handling plans and finances, even vetting play scenes and partners, lending their subs like tools to a neighbor. While we didn’t go quite that far, at least we didn’t fall too far outside the norm in giving him this power over me tonight.

My dom seemed satisfied with my answer and rocked my chair back onto the small platform with wheels to lead me to the stage. We traveled alone along the dark curtain folds, but I could hear the crowd on the other side, the shuffling of bodies in their seats.

I was set down center stage, and my dom went casually back to work, setting up the thrusting sex machine and attaching one of my favorite toys. He was meticulous in making sure the angles were locked to only ones that would hit me smoothly. The chair seemed like it originally was made of three slats in the base, but the middle had long since been removed, leaving plenty of access and view.

As he took a bottle of lube from his jacket pocket and applied it to the toy he assured me, “I know you’re wet enough to take it, but I’m not taking any chances with you tonight.” Normally, I’d complain it was a waste to use it, but my breath was too caught up as I noticed the rest of the equipment, currently dead, around me.

Cameras circled me on adjustable platforms, able to see everything from my face to my holes to my feet in perfect detail. Sensitive microphones hung from the ceiling, poised to catch every noise.

“Damn, speechless already? Maybe I should let you do this kind of thing more often.” He smirked as he gently rubbed the remainder of the cool lube between my legs, making me squirm and bite my lip. “Almost done.”

He did one final adjustment of the thrusting machine and aimed it to penetrate me, but teasingly, it stayed still just outside my entrance. Even pressing myself down the few centimeters I could, didn’t let me touch.

My dom stood and walked behind me. I heard him crouch and felt his hand on my ass, spreading me. I moaned and he chuckled before I felt the quick buzz letting me know he turned on the vibrator that had been stretching my ass.

Anticipation squeezed my juicy core. I was so ready to be overstimulated and fucked raw. I knew the other side of this curtain held spotlights pointed right at me, ready to show off every secret part of my body to be ogled and enjoyed.

“Last chance to back out.” He was always overprotective when it came to new experiences, worried I’d be too anxious to speak my hesitation.

“I’m sure,” I whispered in our dim-lit privacy, “I’m ready.” I was so ready to shatter this illusionary solitude. So many hungry eyes waited only a few feet away, and I would give them a feast.

“Alright.” He nodded and grabbed my chin, “Safeword?”

I didn’t hesitate, that word so ingrained into my psyche as my lifeline, “Artichoke.”

“Good girl.” He kissed me quickly then checked his watch. “Two minutes until showtime, I’d better get outta here.” He straightened, “I’ll be in the technicians’ booth, ready to stop this whole thing if you need me to.”

“It’s only 15 minutes.”

“Trust me. It’s going to feel like a lot more.”

As he strode off the dark stage I went over the procedure again in my head. I’d be here for 15 minutes with three different toys to control: The wand on my clit, the thrusting machine in my pussy, and the vibrator in my ass. These were all wirelessly connected into this place’s special system that allows crowd members to use their app and bid for control. Every 30 seconds control would shift to the next highest bidder. I would experience 30 different combinations of control in 15 minutes, and with 3 toys, that meant up to…I had to do the mental math…90 different people could touch me without touching me, without me ever meeting them or seeing their face. My core tensed with excitement. Of course, it was likely there would be repeat bidders, so maybe not 90 different people, but still plenty to make my head spin. Either way, I’d never know. That thought alone made my growing wetness drip onto the hardwood floor.

I hoped I wouldn’t cum too quickly.

Time stretched, seeming somehow too slow and too fast, my heart racing, until I heard the faint click of machinery activating. Tiny indicator lights blinked at me from the cameras as they set to making their micro-adjustments to capture my every angle. It made me understand why some girls preferred to do this blindfolded.

I flashed a nervous smile at the one near my face, knowing my dom would be in the booth seeing the test footage before curtains up. In order from front to back each of my toys gave a gentle burst of activity, making me moan quietly. They must be testing the connection strength of my setup.

I had no earpiece, no way for them to communicate with me. I was alone. Ironic, since my every movement would soon be seen by so many. The dichotomy had my nipples peaking even though the room was quite warm. I curled my toes against the floor. I was so ready for this.

Music came suddenly from the sound system, and the curtain slowly rose, letting harsh light leak over my naked and bound body as a hot honey voice of a female announcer began my introduction.

The lights were bright, blinding, and hot. I felt a flush of pink prickle my skin as my eyes fought to adjust. Around the room were so many screens, many facing away from me, that displayed my first name and promo picture from when I was clothed and had my makeup and hair done up movie-star quality. With the cheesy zoom edits, I felt like I was a footballer being introduced on ESPN.

The screen quickly changed to pictures and specs for each of the toys I was using, and their respective codes came up for people to log in with. I wasn’t sure exactly how the other side of this worked, and I didn’t need to.

I was amazed that I couldn’t see a thing past the lights, not even lit phone screens, just the large monitor pointed back at me with spinning graphics of my toys.

Please just start fucking me, I wanted to beg. Anything but just sitting here.

That’s when I noticed the gentle sound of my quick breaths being broadcasted under the music, slowly replacing it. Damn, something about that was hot. I could hardly hear it myself, but these ASMR-like microphones hidden above me were detecting - and broadcasting everything.

The first slide faded and was replaced by flashes, only a second or two long, of different shots of me. So fast, I couldn’t tell if they were real-time or taken as the curtain rose. It showed my face, lips parted and gasping, traced down my rope-bound arms, a zoom out of my chest showing the fibers of the rope before my straining breasts, a tracing shot from my head down the front of my body, skillfully shot so that the head of the dildo on the thrusting machine perfectly eclipsed my pussy. As if I had any modesty.

I was surprised at the tastefulness of it for a moment before the next shot showed my wet spot on the floor, my toes curled, a trace up my leg, a still of the strap’s buckles glinting in the light, then there it was, my pussy on the big screen poised for all to see how swollen and wet I was. The shot lasted just long enough to capture a gentle clench - was I doing that out of embarrassment or excitement at seeing myself like this and knowing everyone else could too? The next shot panned back to show the plug in my ass, tiny light steady, and the ring of muscle flex around that too. Did I do that normally? It was like a reflex, I couldn’t stop.

Panting, I licked my lips, and suddenly my wet mouth lit the screen. Fuck, how long did it take to set up on this fucking app?

The tv caught my eyes flashing around in the darkness, straining to see anything. I watched my ribs rise and fall as I breathed and tried to slow down. My gasps carried out to the crowd. The crowd that was going to make me cum so very soon.

It was sudden when all three machines inside me leapt to life. My startled cry rang out loud around the room, and I was finally able to make out some of the sounds of the crowd reacting in the pitch black.

The vibrator started with a polite, gentle buzz, and the thrusting machine moved smoothly, deliberately up into me and began slowly, but the controller of my wand wanted to get his money’s worth early, cranking it nearly as high as it would go. Tears stung at my eyes at the sudden stimulation on my sensitive nerves, and I couldn’t help the moaning sound that came out of me. My whole pelvic floor came to life all at once, and the harsh buzzing made me wish I could move my thigh just a little bit further away.

I blinked up at the screen. Would it display how much time was left? Traces from the three toys, color coded, overlaid a background composed of shots of me quickly fading from one image to the next - my heaving chest, the dildo disappearing into me, the straining of the muscles in my stomach and thighs, my watering eyes and open, empty mouth.

The sound of the crowd’s discontent reached me, jeering at the one controller to lower it. They wanted me to enjoy this. Fuck, that’s hot. It’s just 30 seconds. I can hang on for 30 seconds. Someone will end this sweet torture.

I tried to focus on the other two, the thrusting inside me ramping up to try to match the furious buzz on my clit. Honestly, I appreciated the distraction, having nearly forgotten I had foolishly put in my bio that I liked it hard and deep. The sensation in my ass stayed pleasantly pulsing in a rhythmic fashion. God bless men who treat women right.

A five second countdown played on the center of the screen and I felt the immediate shift - and relief - as it hit zero.

The screen and I agreed to focus on the thrusting machine slowly pulling all the way out of me as my clit stimulator very generously dropped to its lower setting. My ass started pulsing gently but quickly as the dildo slowly worked its way back up into me, further, deeper, than before until I felt it push up at my cervix and I grunted - the sound also easily broadcast. There was cheering in the crowd as those in control used it to make my body shiver with pleasure. The silicone dick retracted then repeated its slow, brutal assault. I loved it. I made sure the sounds I made echoed around the room and let my controllers know how fucking good it felt.

They were right. This was going to be a long 15 minutes.

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