Charity Auction
Chapter 3
Unable to see though the hood, her only hopes were that she was in a darkened area
and nobody would find her. A successful attorney with her own practice, she could not
afford a scandal...her clientele consisted primarily of conservative businessmen who
would certainly go elsewhere if it were discovered that she enjoyed this sort of thing.
The gravel dug into her knees as a wet mist rolled in. The moisture in the air and a
slight breeze combined to harden her nipples...she had always been proud of her firm
breasts...and enjoyed the feeling of her often-erect nipples being clearly visible through
her clothing...when she wasn't working, of course. At work, it was always conservative
business suits...wool jackets and mid-length skirts...but at home...God, how she hated
putting on airs of superiority and having to wear those damnable conservative
costumes. She even hated the cutoffs and tee shirt she normally wore in the garden.
What Cheryl really wanted was the freedom from society's norms that said she had to
hide her body, to be able display it to anyone who wanted to see it. There's nothing
wrong with anyone's body, she thought to herself. Hell, everyone has one. But she
knew it was more, much more, than simply nudity that she wanted...yes...much more.
Cheryl was suddenly brought back to reality by the sound of automobile tire crunching
across the loose gravel...was it her new "Master" or someone else? She became very
scared...began trembling...who was it? A cop? Some pervert? The vehicle stopped
and the engine shut off, then she heard the opening and closing of a car door.
She felt a hand on her head, and heard her "Master's" voice coo a soothing "Settle
down, girl. You're going to be all right."
Cheryl immediately relaxed, then as she felt his hands go between her legs, spread her
knees apart for him. She was surprised at her own wetness...knowing that it most
assuredly was not the foggy air that saturated the crotch of her panties. She felt him cut
the waistband of the g-string, allowing it to fall off and exposing her hidden treasure to
him. A thick thumb worked it's way slowly inside her...causing her to emit a low, deep
moan...a guttural sound, something primal...a sound women have been making for
eons. Her "master" chucked softly, removing his thumb and patting her softly on the
rear.
"That's a good girl," he said, as though speaking to a favorite pet.
He made quick work of her skimpy bra, unhooking it, allowing her breasts to fall free
and sway below her, like small water balloons. Completely naked now, Cheryl felt
strangely comfortable. There was nothing to hide...no way she could hide anything from
this man now.
He took the panties in his hand and used it to blot up the juices dribbling down Cheryl's
slit. She was not surprised when panties, sopping wet from her own cunt, were stuffed
in her mouth and tied in place with the bra. She was no stranger to the taste of
pussy...hers or someone else's...having often licked her own fingers while
masturbating...and having had several trysts with other women while in college. This
was different, though, she thought...and she didn't really understand why. Not only was
she wet, she was getting wetter by the second. Even here, outdoors, she could smell
her own need...or was that the odor of the wet panties in her mouth? Was it a taste or a
smell? Cheryl couldn't tell, and before she could think about it further, found herself
being lifted into the car.
"Kneel on the floor like a good girl, Cheryl," he told her.
Cheryl had assumed that he would keep one hand busy between her legs, but he didn't
even touch her, not anywhere. Instead, he kept talking to her in a soothing tone, yet a
tone designed to make her feel helpless and docile. He kept saying how long he'd
been waiting to humiliate her, to use her for his pleasure. Cheryl knew she recognized
the voice, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't place it. He told her of the
pleasure she was going to give him...but not the manner in which this pleasure was
going to be given...and the suspense caused Cheryl to become even more sexually
aroused. Juices were quite literally dripping from between her splayed thighs. She lost
all track of time in the car...it could have been fifteen minutes before he stopped, or it
could have been two hours. Cheryl couldn't tell. The car did stop, however.
As soon as the door opened, she was pulled from the car onto the ground and her
handcuffs were removed, then fastened in front of her. Cheryl felt a tug on her leash,
and immediately began crawling in the direction her Master apparently wanted her to.
When the leash went slack, she stopped.
"We're going to play a little game now, Cheryl," he informed her. "I'm going to lead you
without the leash now. Start crawling again; you'll know when I want you to change
directions."
Cheryl obeyed, painful as it was to move herself across the asphalt driveway. She was
certain she was bleeding, at least from her knees...and her hands didn't feel much
better. Suddenly, a blinding pain coursed through her...a whip or wooden switch or
something had struck her left ass cheek...HARD! She immediately turned to the right,
then felt the same pain on the other cheek...and responded by turning left. "Faster!"
he yelled, as he struck her with an upward blow between her lewdly splayed legs.
"Move faster, bitch!" He guided her onto the lush, manicured lawn, still wet from
watering.
Cheryl scrambled across the ground as fast as she could, responding to the blows
which seemed to land as soon as she began to move to the previous one. She could do
nothing to protect herself; the more quickly she responded, the sooner and harder the
next blow would come. She sobbed behind her panty-filled mouth, tears streaming
down her face from both the pain and humiliation. She felt herself strangely excited by
both, however. "Stop!" he commanded, landing a blow directly downward, splitting the
crack of her ass cheeks. "Roll over!"
Cheryl responded immediately, laying motionlessly, her heaving tits fully exposed to his
view as she struggled to catch her breath. The damp turf was cold on her perspiration-
covered back, causing her to shiver. He kicked her shackled legs apart, leering at her
sopping wetness and blood-engorged clitoris peeking through her shaved labia.
"Stay here and play with that wet cunt of yours until I get back," he ordered. "You're
going to need to be stretched wide open if you're going to survive what I have planned
for you!"
