The auctioneer droned on listing off numbers by the hundreds and then thousands as the buxomy beauty to his side played to the crowd by preening and showing off her assets while urging a group of her play partners to increase their bids to literally win her favor tonight. Lord Draxton and Master PhilherUp were still there making sure it all ran smoothly, both were quietly passing out extra cash to those that needed it in order to keep the idiots' paws off the girls. This ploy worked most of the time and there were backup plans if it failed. His slave had already 'bought' him a playtoy for the night, she was a hot maso and not a friend of his wife's, double bonus for him and hopefully for them all later tonight.

She was nervous and felt overdressed as she stood next to the other girls and two other guys waiting to ascend the stage and be 'auctioned' off. Just about everybody else in line was totally naked and barefoot, while she was wearing an under bust corset to act as a push up bra and tummy tucker, garter belt with fishnets stockings that had a garter on the right thigh and her black high heels with red accents, yep she was way overdressed, but it was to hide her flaws while making her feel sexy. There were five girls ahead of her, mostly their own doms were bidding on them, sometimes friends would jack up the bids in friendly rivalry. She scooted forward while telling herself that worst case scenario that she'd have a mediocre scene with some old guy that hadn't got it up in decades and go back to Chrissie's apartment and sleep on the couch till Chrissie's dom on the month left. She loved Chrissie dearly, but couldn't be constantly falling in and out of love like that, it just eroded her self-esteem too much to not feel worthy of committing to a long term relationship. She listened as the auctioneer droned on and a bidding war started on the skinny short haired model like chic on the block, and yeah she wanted to step out of the line and run home to hide under the couch. She was just glad that she didn't let Chrissie talk her into opting for the weekend rate on the auction, so it might be one scene and done, then go home to jill to netflix.

He watched the 'auctions' go up on the stage, occasionally pushing the price up on friends and the few wannabe predators in the crowd, there was a girl dressed to the nines in the line to go up that interested him. It was all for fun and to benefit the two main charities the local dungeon helped fund, a shelter for abused women and a HIV clinic. Both because it was the right thing to do and both were greatly underfunded and the latter provided free testing, as well provided CPR instructors for the Dungeon Monitor training that the dungeon gave once a year. He looked at the line of 'slaves' and smiled as most were having a good time and the 'slaver' was brushing the girls' arms away from their breasts so that their nipples would be really perky from the bit of chill of the dungeon. Like most places of it's kind, it ran on a bootstrap and the charity of the community and most had thin pocketbooks and so management made every penny count. He decided to stand up to stretch a bit and watch the proceedings a bit closer, and to cool off a bit since he decided to dress head to toe in leather on such an important night, mainly to keep up appearances to the tourists that these things brought in and give the slaves something to ogle at during the night. He made sure that the hundred dollars worth of auction money was still in the right pocket of his vest, the wad in the left pocket was there to bid on any of the girls that might get a creepers attention or looked like they didn't want to do a scene with whom was bidding on them, his bit would be dropped it in the donation bucket, before heading the leather bar in town and the other turned in on the next business meeting/cleaning day for the dungeon. Like most great things there was a bit of illusion that helped facilitate the smoothness of what people actually saw.

She saw her friend Chrissie with the guy that had won the bid on her friend and knowing her friend's taste in men, knew that she was pretty happy with her new found fat geek. She stumbled forward and almost into the guy in front of her, which earned her a dark look from him and the domme handling the line of slaves or 'meat bags' as he called them. The term did make her a bit hot, she couldn't deny that since humiliation and degradation were certainly hot triggers for her. She was about to be next and silently prayed that nobody bid on her and she could go home and drown her sorrows in ice cream, before Chrissie and her new dom got there. Next she felt the domme give her a slight slap on her ass, before guiding her by the elbow up the steps of the stage. She was up and whispering to herself to not fall, faint or fuck up.

“Well well well, look at this raven haired beauty with pale skin ready to marked up”

“This lovely model of feminine submission is from our 'One and Done line', so make it worth it!”

“Let's start the bid at ooone thousand! Any taaakers!!”

“One thouusand ooone thousand!!”

“She got dolled up just for you! And is all fetished up!”

“Any takers!”

“Eeeight hundred, eeeight hundred! Don't make me go lower!!”

“We have eeeeight hundred, to the svelte luscious domme in the back all in black!”

“Do I hear nniiiinne hundreeedd! Nine hundred!”

“Eeeiight hundred, going onnnce!”

“Whoa! Hold the bus! We have another contender!”

“Niiine huundrred! Cann wee gett a thouusannd!!”

Her head snapped up and she started scanning the crowd. A domme wouldn't have been bad, most didn't hit hard and were leery of leaving marks. She found Chrissie and the dom that won her in the crowd, he smiled and winked at her and Chrissie just shrugged her shoulder with her hands in the universal 'I don't know' gesture. Maybe she could faint and fall backwards? No, that would be way too embarrassing and she'd have to leave town, assume another identity and all that.

“We have a thousannd! Can we get more!”

“Thousannnd going once!!”

He was watching the girl up on stage, and her body language had gone from neutral to silent acceptance and now to fearful. Time to step in, save the girl, make her work for it and cut her loose at the end of the night, while dodging the mantel of being a white knight. Might as well make short work of it. He raised his hand with his fingers spread in the gesture representing the number four.

“Booommm!!!! And Loord Draxxtoonnn enters the fray like a Dragggonnnn!!”

“Fouurrr Thousannnd! Can we get mooore!!”

“What a jump in biidddinng!”

WHAT!! What did she miss? Oh fuck! She knew who the guy was, all the girls knew him, some better than others. He could be hardcore, he was known for long scenes, and making the girl work hard for her 'O'. She decided to turn things around in her head, make it positive and such. With this guy, nobody would mess with her tonight and for quite some time, not that he was possessive, but because he raised the bar on what a girl expected for awhile. She kept up the self talk going in her head as she listened to the auctioneer continue to rattle off his spiel.

“Fooortieee Onnne Hundred! To Mr. Moneybags with the buxom beauty at his side!”

“Foorty twwwooo to the Dragon!!”

“Waait, the Dragon signals Five Kay!!”

Huh? Five thousand for her? Oh, she was so fucked! She knew he was going to get his money's worth out of her and all in one scene! Can she just faint now?? Please?

“Any other contenders?? Who want's to go against a dragon?”

“Come on, there has to be somebody who's feeling frisky with loads of cash to burn!!”

“Fiiive Kaaay going onnnnceee!!”

“Five Kaay going twiiice!!”

“Five Kayy going thrice!!!”

“SOLD!!” The Dragon buys his due!!”

“Move to the side, daarlin, we have a few more to go before we get to the implements of ass destruction”

She felt a nudge at her elbow, coaxing her to the other end of the stage. Then a pair of feminine hands took her gently by the upper arms, which she knew was the auctioneer's slave and wife. She was relieved, but scared and tried to focus on the other woman's words in her ear.

“Sink gracefully to your knees, palms up on your thighs, head bowed.”

“Don't worry, he's good and won't push you too hard.”

He'd have to buy his friend, the auctioneer, a drink or two at bar night for tonight's performance and entertainment value. Time to get up, and get the girl he won, if nothing else to get her away from everyone's attention.

She watched as the one referred to as Lord Draxton made his way to the stage. He was dressed in boots, pressed jeans, a nice purple shirt with a contrasting tie, a black vest that was well polished, but definitely not new, and wore gloves. At least they would look well together since they were both well dressed in kinky attire. He was almost in front of her, so she bowed her head and remembered to breath.

He took the collar that was customarily clipped to the left side of his belt and placed it around the girl's neck. He thought it was a bit chilly in here, but not enough to make her shiver. He then attached the leash to the collar. Might as well show a bit pageantry and show her off as a prize, to get the natives a bit restless.

“Rise to your feet and follow the leash, my sweet”

She felt the collar go on and the leash snap to it, and felt the leash pull up on the collar. She swallowed hard, and tried to comply to his commands, she really needed a lot more training if she was going to continue in this lifestyle. She rose up, trying to keep her legs steady, now was not the time to faint, she didn't want to embarrass him or herself now.

He led her to the far end of the stage, and offered his hand to steady her as she descended the steps. The cashing out was the next step and then they could watch the rest of the auction.

She summoned all the grace and poise she had, and welcomed the hand to help steady her way down the stairs. Then she could really breathe and relax a bit. All she could do was think,”Body don't fail me now.”

He lead her to podium that was being used to collect the fake money used for the auctions and pulled out the wad from his right vest pocket in preparation of paying for tonight's trophy.

“Well Sar Dragon, you have won one of the finer lasses and most definitely the best dressed one to boot! How shall ye desire to pay for such a beauty? Coin of the realm? Real gold? Pound of flesh? Lady Visa and Master Card's financial services, perhaps?”

She thought she recognized the older gentlemen playing cashier from the Renaissance festival she goes to every year. He was always amusing to watch and had a delightful ongoing Irish like banter that never ended. Kinksters were everywhere. She caught a glimpse of the stack of fake money, that Lord Draxton pulled from his vest pocket, he came quite prepared and the auctions weren't over, yet.

“My good Sir, I shall pay in the coin of this realm and in full this day.”

He counted off five thousand in fake money and handed it over to the older gentleman.

“We will be watching the rest of the auction with keen interest, even though the best for me is done.”

She felt herself being led away after the business part was conclude. She looked up and saw that he was walking towards a couch that was partially occupied and had several submissives sitting on the floor around it, already. As they got closer, the girl that was sitting on the left most pillow, got up and pointed and made motions for her to take the girl's place. She was grateful for the pillow, for the cement floor was cold and who knew when it was last mopped.

He led her to the pillow and she waited till he was seated before sinking down to the comfort of the warm pillow. She was neither new or stupid, you let the Dom lead and did everything either on his command or after him. She was a bit jealous of the girl's comfort with baring her whole body to the entire dungeon. She glanced towards the stage, and the auctioneer was rattling on about the quality of a pair floggers and antagonizing one his helpers with them. She was glad that that the 'people' part of the auctions was over and was looking forward to tonight's scene, but not going home. Hopefully, Chrissie and the guy would be tired from playing and she could just crash on the couch, she'd get a hotel if she could afford it.

He knew that actual play couldn't really start till the auction part of the evening was done and put to bed, though a bit of discrete play before actually getting started would be a more than welcome distraction to them both. He started with lightly caressing her hair with a few tugs here and there, and judging by her reactions she didn't mind at all, but enjoyed it immensely.

Not mine, but something that I'd like to share to make a few smile.

Why we shoot deer in the wild


(A letter from someone who wants to remain anonymous, who farms, writes well and actually tried this)

I had this idea that I could rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that, since they congregate at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away), it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home.

I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up-- 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me. I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold.

The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation. I took a step towards it, it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope, and then received an education. The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope.

That deer EXPLODED. The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope and with some dignity. A deer-- no Chance. That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I had originally imagined. The only upside is that they do not have as much stamina as many other animals.

A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head. At that point, I had lost my taste for corn-fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope.

I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing, and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual. Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in. I didn't want the deer to have to suffer a slow death, so I managed to get it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder - a little trap I had set before hand...kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back in there and I started moving up so I could get my rope back.

Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody, so I was very surprised when ..... I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist. Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and slide off to then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head--almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts.

The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective.

It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds. I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now), tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing the tendons out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose.

That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day.

Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and their hooves are surprisingly sharp... I learned a long time ago that, when an animal -like a horse --strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape.

This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously, such trickery would not work. In the course of a millisecond, I devised a different strategy. I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run. The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and 3 times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me down.

Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head.

I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away. So now I know why when people go deer hunting they bring a rifle with a scope......to sort of even the odds!!

All these events are true so help me God...An Educated Farmer

Here to mainly make friends. This is a real-time, face-to-face thing for me, and it should be for you, too.  That way is way more fun than sitting at a keyboard with your hand between your legs, wishing and hoping to experience it for real, some day.

I will Enthrall you!

At Beyond Vanilla, so very awesome.  About to go to the meet & greet.  See you there :)

Happy Easter!

Going out to the Meet and Greet for SPLF, tonight.  Should be fun.

I'm so looking forward Harlequin's Fete this year, it's going to be a blast!!

A kinky world under My thumb, doesn't that just sound delicious.

A great week, that is going to be finished off with a great weekend :-)

The question is not,"Who will let me?", but rather, "Who will stop me?"

A great weekend, I hung out with friends and with some awesome people at the local dungeon.  

A fun night ahead :)

A happy Mother's Day to all the moms on here!

Service which is rendered without joy helps neither the servant nor the served. But all other pleasures and possessions pale into nothingness before service which is rendered in a spirit of joy.
Mohandas Gandhi

Okay what does real time mean to people?  You do know what I'm talking about, right? Face to face, sharing space and all that goes with that.  Not hard to figure out, but a good way to get rid of the bots for the cam sites nonetheless.

If you want to have coffee, I'm game. If you want to meet at Sanct, I'm there a few days a month, let me know.  Got to love the bots, I really do, just the electro/mechanical kind that run around aimlessly on the floor to mega lifts that can lift a shit-ton with ease. The net kind just annoy everybody.  They are on par with the 'slave' stuck in Nigeria in my book.

Life is good and busy, so much that I don't have much time for time wasters.  Catch me in real time if you can. *chuckles*

The year is coming to a close and it's been a wonderful, yet bumpy ride.  It's the holiday season and tomorrow is my last vending engagement of this year, so time to chill, hang out with friends and  maybe with that special somebody as well.  I wish everybody a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.  No, I'm not going to be PC and say happy holidays lol.