badinfluencegirl

you’ve been setting this up for months now although i don’t know it.  we’ve been discussing our fantasies you see and you’ve decided that you can’t bear for me to go another birthday without having it fulfilled.

i, of course, have no idea.  none.

in fact?  i think i’m getting something practical… for the house you know.

in other words?  i was taken completely by surprise.

it started out innocently enough; you suggested an early dinner in a nice hotel in town and a show after.  i love such evenings, especially when there will be cake so of course was delighted.  you asked me to make a day of it.  to spend the day at the spa with my sister or a friend or all of them and to take ourselves our for lunch and for decadent desserts.

you wanted us to watch the boys watching us and tease and tempt them as we flaunted our newly pampered selves.  you encouraged me to shop a little and buy something extra sexy if i found it.

of course i did.

not only did i find the most wonderful red dress with shoes to match?  i found the perfect lingerie to wear with it.

we met at the hotel, in the bar.  you wanted this to be a proper date and i was excited.  almost excited enough not to wear panties but i decided it would be more fun for you if i wore them.  i know you you like to see me flash them at other men after all.

dinner passed in a haze of wonderful conversation and delicious food.  i was on fire, i knew i was the sexiest woman in the room, in fact i was one of the only women there and i felt like our table was sitting under a spotlight.

i could have sworn that everyone in the restaurant was undressing me with their eyes.  i knew this was a side effect of my day of pampering and that my new lingerie was making me feel particularly randy so although i did eye flirt with several of the men in the restaurant i spent most of my attention on you.  you were my date for the evening after all.

after dinner you suggested that we head upstairs for a nightcap before the show and i, feeling randy, agreed with alacrity.  on the way upstairs you asked me if i trusted you and i looked at you, suddenly serious.

“is everything all right?” i ask you as i stare into your eyes.

“of course, but i wish to blindfold you before we leave this elevator and then your surprise begins.  i ask you again.  do you trust me?”

i shudder, already soaked just because you say the word blindfold.

“yes, please yes” i say and reach for the blindfold myself.

“no cheating, not even a crack of light” you say and i smile and nod and tie.  you touch my back as the elevator dings our floor and i exit to a gasp of surprise from the hallway.  i don’t care, i have wetness soaking my panties and my man is guiding my with feather light touches on my back.  whoever is gasping can look all they want, i’m still having a better night than they are.

little do i know.

i hear a card reader and a door open and then you take me into a room.  still with a finger on the small of my back you guide me forward until i feel a padded bench of some sort against my knees.

“kneel up” you whisper in my ear and i shiver as i kneel on the bench.  it’s just firm enough for support and just soft enough that my knees aren’t cursing your name.  my panties are sodden now and i sit on my ankles with my dress pooled around me.

you whisper in my ear “your safeword is in play” and i shudder again and nod.  slowly you unzip my dress in one long caress down my back before returning your hands to my shoulders to gently ease the dress off of them.  i feel it fall open and expose my infinitesimal bra.  scraps of fabric more than anything.

i hear a gasp and it isn’t from you.  someone else is in the room with us!  but you are not blindfolded, you must know this is happening.  someone else is in the room!

you ease the dress down a little further and leave me exposed to at least the belly button before sliding a hand down my arm and then to the lower hem of my dress.  i feel you move around in front of me as you gently lift the skirt and expose more of my tanned legs.

i hear a different gasp.

and another!  just how many people are in this room anyway?  oh! i’m pretty sure i’m dripping onto the bench now and i know for sure that my panties will rain if i were to wring them out.  fat chance of that.  you invoked safeword protocol and i can’t move if you don’t tell me to.

i can’t believe there are people here seeing this.  i am further stunned as you sweep my dress over my head on one quick tug.  my nipples krinkle as i hear murmurs sweep the room and revise my estimate upward.

i have no idea how many people are here OR who they are.  i’m shuddering with arousal now and nothing but eyes has touched me yet.

i am swimming in desire and i think i fade out a little as i kneel there, quivering in the cool air as it licks and tickles my skin.  i hear someone ask for bids but i don’t really pay attention until i start to listen to the auctioneer “and what am i bid now for this beautiful specimen?  look at her as she quivers on her kneeling pad, more aroused than she has ever been in her life.  who will win the privilege of owning her for the next week? do i hear…”

holy shit, he’s selling me!  he’s selling me.  i swoon and almost faint and i am relieved not to be standing or i would fall.  fear and lust course through me and if anything i lubricate even more.

the next thing i know all i can hear is the bidding.  the endless bidding… “10,000 to the lady in the back with the purple hat do i hear eleven?”

i’m going for eleven thousand dollars?  no wonder he sent me shopping!