Auction @ MindSay 
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After finding the shelter at the Coonskin Park (no, I'm not kidding), it was time to Meet The Cousins. And the Myriad Aunts and Uncles. The Dynamo (Spousal Unit's mom) is the youngest of some thirteen children, and pretty much all of them procreated abundantly.
Lunch was scheduled for the afternoon, as were a door prize giveaway and an auction. Now, lunch was catered -- partly, anyway -- with proceeds from the auction of last year's reunion. I warned The Dynamo that the family had to be careful. Hillbillies -- and believe me, this is a hillbilly family -- don't have catered family reunions!
After lunch it was time for the door prize giveaway.
Now, Spousal Unit was off walking with Cartoon Ranger, who was having issues with being where we were (another tale for perhaps another day) and Cyclone and I were hanging out at the lunch tables, playing Boxes. One of the Aunts (or was she a cousin?) who has a fondness for the Spousal Unit took pity upon his family, asking Cyclone to write out the numbers for the Door Prize Drawing. I was asked to help hand them out.
"Can you do that?" she asked. "Would you mind?"
I smiled. "Not at all."
Someone tried to turn on the karaoke machine (for the use of the microphone) to get everyone's attention, for the family was rather spread out by this time. I said, "Do I need to get their attention?"
"Oh yes."
So, of course, I did.
I do confess, I very much enjoyed surprising everyone. :) In my "public speaking" voice, I simply called: "Ladies and Gentlemen! May I have your attention?"
Thing is, I'm very loud. Well, I can be, anyway. Not only am I loud, but I'm enthusiastic. And I was having FUN, because I thrive as the center of attention. :D No surprise there, eh?
Calling out the numbers on the prizes, I did a little bit of patter about the recipient (for I had been paying attention during the pre-lunch introductions and so forth) or where they were seated (there seemed to be a "lucky bench" for prizewinners) and handed out the prizes to the winners. I heard "What does she do for a living?" and "That's his wife?"
After the prizes had been given, I was asked to take over the auctioneering job. A) They could tell I was enjoying myself and they wanted to show me I was welcome. B) I think they were enjoying themselves as well. However, Uncle D was the usual auctioneer and I didn't want to supplant him! He asked me to join him and I suggested we alternate, and so we did. Before he retired, he taught English and Spanish and history, so we had a lot in common. And I think he had a good time working with me. At least, I hope so!
Bidding wars included the raucous race to $100 for a handmade quilt and a huge bidding war for Tennessee Uncle's Homemade bread. With homemade jellies. In a basket. :) That went for $45 after fierce competition!
We raised over $700 this year at the reunion. Whatever is not used for next year's catering will be donated to charity. The family votes on it.
Someone caught me on video whilst I was involved in the above shenanigans. I don't think I want to watch myself. I was having a terrific time, but I don't think I want to see myself having a terrific time. Even if I did make folks laugh as they handed their cash to Aunt Trish (not her real name, natch!) and bundled up their baskets and blankets and bread!
This is my second shift -- I did the early shift last Friday (theme: flashback to 1974) and decided to go back for more (tonight's theme: Mardi Gras). Last week was a lot of fun -- though I'm not a big phone/dealing with the public kind of person, there was enough chocolate (Lindt is an auction sponsor) and goofing around with the other volunteers to make it worthwhile. The whole production is also delightfully low-budget -- I say that not out of snobbery, but with a genuine appreciation for all things discount (Eric cringes at my passion for the Christmas Tree Shop). From cheesy graphics -- e.g., the curtain image that looks like a plywood cutout someone's holding in front of the camera -- to people randomly walking in front of the camera to guest appearances by "local celebrities" (e.g. politicians who haven't held office since the mid-seventies), the flavor of the production is definitely a testament to the fact that public television needs your money.
On the other side of things, I've also been watching the auction off and on in the evenings. It runs for six and a half hours every night for 11 days, and the sheer volume of merchandise, from gift baskets to vacations, is amazing. After seeing the deals that winning bidders come away with (Eric's mom, for instance, got a hotel stay worth $150 for $90), I can definitely see myself becoming a TV auction nut.
Let the bidding begin!
The penthouse door opened to a spacious room with an open foyer where they were greeted by a young man in a black, silver and red vinyl army Captain’s uniform of classic European fashion, complete with stiletto boots, officer’s cap, and riding crop. He didn’t bother to look at the invitation verification, snapped to attention with a smart salute, eyes forward with a bright smile of recognition.
With a snap of his fingers, his aide, a young man with shoulder length white blond hair, appeared from around the desk. He wore only a heavy leather chest harness, leather cuffs and a collar, each with rings for easy attachment and binding. Around his waist was a modest leather apron angle cut so that an erection would push it to the side, with a thong running, like hers, between and around his legs to the waistband. She giggled as she noticed that he had the same adjustable nipple clips with the chain running down his belly as she did.
“We’re twins!” She smiled as she let him peek at the clips and squealed as he pulled his apron aside and showed how his was attached to his pierced cock and Prince Albert. She noticed the welts, the same length and width of the riding crop, could be seen running across his thighs and cock.
They were both giggling when he got a very sharp whack with the riding crop across his bare butt. His eyes flashed for a second and he smiled at her and rolled his eyes, making her laugh more. He asked their drink orders and went sharply to retrieve them, bowing and backing away on tippy toes very dramatically. The Captain, adjusting his vinyl uniform and caressing his riding crop, raised an eyebrow and dismissed his aide away. She was blushing red from laughing and did her best to stand quietly still.
“There are four vanity rooms for this evening sir. The pedestal is the center piece in front of the main balcony. Did you have any others in your party?”
“Yes two”
The Captain took her hand and held it high, twirling her. He kissed her on each cheek, and gave her his card according to European military protocol. “At your service miss”
She blushed again and curtsied ever so slightly.
They made their way through the other guests when ‘the aide’ arrived with their drinks. She sipped and took a deep breath, smelling the caterer’s food tables.
”Are you hungry?”
“Ohh yes, please” She smiled sweetly for reading her mind and kissed him lightly. He motioned again to the aide who appeared promptly and accepted her leash.
“May I ask why you were asked to hold my leash?” She asked the aide and slipped him sips of her drink.
“So no one will bother you. No one would be so rude to touch your leash, but there are those who would take an opportunity to see if you were available.”
”I see, I think”
“He’s making it clear that you are not available. Everyone will notice this little gesture”
She raised her head and straightened her back, holding her drink in front of her and waited patiently on her leash for him and hoping the aide was right and others did notice the gesture . . . and smiled thinking of him.
He returned with food, and Perrier, accepted her leash and gave his card to the aide who would be rewarded later for his courtesy. He led her to a small corner alcove where she could see the rest of the room. He fed her bites of kabob, couscous, pita and olives. She watched the crowd throughout the room. The vinyl fetishes stood out with the bright colored PVC, one with a stark white PVC nurses uniform with a red cross, the ladies wearing tight corsets, thongs, garters and stockings. The leather boys and leather ladies and the pony girls.
He motioned to ‘the aide’ again, handed over her leash and had him escort her to refresh herself. She was led to one of the master bathrooms where ‘the aide’ held her leash high indicating for her to stand still as he unfastened her dress, undressed her and carefully released the clamps on her nipples and clit. She blushed and they both giggled a little as he adjusted the harness loosening the front straps, where she could sit then freshen herself but keeping the dildo in place.
She modestly sat, and stared into his eyes as he held her leash. She stood again, washed, checked herself and turned and stood silently in front of him as he adjusted her harness so her cunt was properly presented, reattached all three clips, adjusted them for comfort and redressed her.
“All better now?” the aide, checked her again to make sure she was perfect
“Yes, very. Thank you kind sir” She wondered if he noticed she was wet from his attention when he reconnected the clip to her hood.
He presented her back to her master, accepted two more cards and returned them to The Captain, who gave him a hard whack with his crop for a job well done. She sat close and offered a kiss and parted her legs slightly as he peeled her dress back from her legs and ran his finger down the silver chain to her clit and stroked her. She glanced to see a few guests looking at him petting her, her thighs were wet, her clit was throbbing and she covered his mouth with hers . . .
A few moments later, the lights dimmed slightly and a spotlight appeared over the pedestal and she looked up to see a very pretty blond with short hair step up . . .
Last Friday I went to an auction / fundrasier for my daughter's school. It was a nice event and the food was pretty good, however it was down right disgusting how much money some of the things went for. I had to keep telling myself it was for the children. One man in front of us won a pair of cowboy boots for $2300! Meanwhile, I sat smugly wearing my $25.00 Avon dress, smiling as I received compliment after compliment on my ensemble. Suckers! :P
I was happy that I finally found that super duper industrial strenght girdle! It wasn't made out of titanium though. I forgot to put on my pretty bracelet, that would have completed this outfit! :(
My dad and me. Isn't it scary how much we look alike?
Hey! That lipstick stayed on even after dinner!
The husband was there, but he was being grumpy because he was tired so he didn't take any pictures. I was tired, too but I had a good time anyway. Mom was so busy trying to find things to bid on in the silent auction, that I didn't get any pictures of her either. She actually won four items she bid on.
He was quiet in the car and didn’t reach for her hand like he usually did. She noticed when he was confused, he was quiet, withdrawn and waited to see how things stood. She felt him, scoot where she was closer to him, he looked out her window, watching her actually, and when he ‘got comfortable’ and got where he could inhale the perfume on her neck she, smiled and let our her breath. He was getting desperate for attention and she almost laughed out loud.
“Kiss my neck” She said with a bit of mock-authority. He did without hesitation, and not just a peck, but for moments with his lips softly against her flesh. She would never be able to confess to him, feeling him ‘desire’ her, taste her flesh, was one, of her weaknesses with him. She caught his scent in her breath, the second strike . . . feeling his flesh, or tasting him, and she’d be on her back, or her knees.
He took the opportunity, kissed her throat as she lifted her chin and his arm slid around her waist and tightened. She put her hand to his face and kissed him, giving up on ever wearing lipstick around him.
“I love my presents My Love.” She whispered it so he would not have to ask. She had some control and thought she’d better use it, while she had it. He tightened his arm again and kissed her again, softly and she didn’t sense any tenseness. A kiss was all he needed, and she laughed again at her Knight. But his desire burned now in her and she turned her smile to him.
“If you want me, take me. I feel like I’m wearing so many clothes!” She laughed and he held her close, content for the moment. She understood a bit more, about him, about her own influence on him and snuggled close. He put his hand between her thighs, she sighed at his desire and immediately opened her legs and ached as his fingers stroked her thighs. He ran his fingers between her thighs, put his head against hers and she felt him relax, more himself. He was protective of her, she’d scared him and he was making sure nothing was wrong, but he wasn’t talking, or asking. Another piece of the puzzle.
“Tell me about the auction” She turned where she was still in his arms and she could look at him. He started to move one arm, but she held it around her. “What would have happened?”
“You would have taken off your robe and been taken, from me right then. For the next three days, you would have been made available to anyone who wanted you, to instill your sense of submission. You’d always be nude and open. You would have served the potential buyers as they saw fit. Your picture would have been taken and placed in the catalog. The final night you would have been placed on a pedestal, sold to the highest bidder, collared and taken.
“For two years?” She asked
“Yes.”
“You bought me without bidding?”
“Yes.”
“Just like that?”
“Yes. I thought you wanted, me.” There was the question she knew had been hurting him.
“You possessed me during the display. It was an instinct. I was cumming, my heart ached at the thought of you leaving me. You held me and my world wasn’t empty, and then it would have been. I panicked, said my safe word and begged the Gods IF you’d . . . . “catch me”. I wanted you so much.”
“I wanted you too.” He whispered and his eyes searched hers. She knew she had to reassure him, take control.
“And still . . . I do, still.” She whispered. He started to speak and she put her finger to his lips and looked him in the eyes. “My Love, sometimes you overwhelm me. I love giving myself to you, and I need to be able to always give you something in return. I feel helpless and without a way to return your love, and I get a little lost.”
“I give you things all the time.” He said.
“You ‘buy’ me things and I adore why you do. I can live with that and I love being spoiled. But you give from your heart and it should be returned from the heart, and I do. I just feel like there’s nothing for me to give you that I have left to give, that you already possess from me or own. I adore being ‘owned’ by you, ‘possessed’ by you.”
He was quiet and she searched his face. He was still listening, and she didn’t feel any distance between them. He was still holding her. Not knowing what else to do, she tilted her head and kissed him. He exhaled and relaxed immediately and she felt her hearts warmth and the demon-fear sent far away. Before he could speak again, she did.
“I would have stripped, sucked, fucked and probably a lot worse as I went through the auction. I was confident I could handle the sex, and I still, desperately, want to go as far out on that edge as you, My Master, will take us. But I would have spread my legs for all, but after the act, I’d take my pleasure and retire until I was fucked again, by whomever. I would have had my heart, it would have been fucking, service and pleasure and it would not have been heartache, failure, goddamn fear and hopelessness, or abuse. To have all of it, otherwise, you have to love someone and they take that away when you . . . “
Her voice trailed off and she looked away, then regained her composure and kissed him again. He looked at her, wisely saying nothing, letting the moment stretch.
“I wasn’t prepared for the affection, for the love. I wasn’t wanting love and feeling it given, afraid you or anyone will steal it back, has been too much. I wasn’t prepared to love anyone. The sex, the sucking and fucking I could do and it would be a good job, pleasure and I would own it.”
“The other night you didn’t fuck me, you made love to me. You fuck me as hard as you want, then you bathe me, inspect me to make sure I’m not hurt, feed me bites, or sips of wine. It’s lovely, it’s that make up chest, the way you described me to another woman. I wasn't prepared for the love, or, for loving back.”
He continued to look at her, listening. She had prepared herself for a rebuttal or an argument, but he didn’t and she relaxed and then took her confidence and her power. He had not released her and she needed him not to, now particularly.
“My Pet. Listen to me.” He held her, his voice was calm, with authority, but softly with compassion and affection. She was a bit confused seeking signals and signs and tried to breathe easily. “I want you to always tell me everything. I don’t always figure things out.” She was expecting a long conversation, something. But that’s all he said, then kissed her and slid his hands between her legs and his fingers rubbed against her lips through her panties and tickled her.
She laughed and squealed when he tickled her thighs. She’d gotten to say what she wanted to finally say, he’d taken it well and she shut the door on the demon.
“Honey?” She snuggled closer and he looked at her. “You need to feed your pet. I’m so hungry and you’re not figuring it out” He tickled her again and and pinched her, she squealed and shut her thighs tightly around her hand.
Luis. You feel like sushi? She nodded and smiled. Take us to Kenji’s. You want some fish? He liked giving commands she thought, and was good at it. Authority you enjoyed obeying. In the next moment she found the time she was looking for.
“Honey? What happened to my old place, everything? I just walked out, never looked back. And the auction? What about?”
He was confident, secure and nonplussed at the question and her confidence soared in him in an instant, and she thought for a moment and found no fear and saw none in him. “I took care of it. The apartment was settled, your things packed and stored. There was no sign of anyone else there. Everything is settled. I have the key for when you asked. As far as the auction, you have an account for your part of it. Technically for your protection there’s a few papers for you to sign. On the other hand I’ve been selfish and for the past month I’ve not been able to stand having you out of my sight. I’ll take you to your things, just say.
She felt the warmth soak through her and the decision she feared wasn’t a decision after all. He didn’t raise his voice, he didn’t make excuses, and he wanted her, here and now and she sensed that she could do anything, ask anything and he’d do it, and, so would she. She looked at him and as long as she held his gaze he returned it.
In her eyes right now, he was lovely and she remembered the night. Her pussy was dripping, the shame, his touch and scent, made her cum, she couldn’t breathe and she was desperate to keep ‘him’. He didn’t look like what she wanted, he didn’t act like she thought he should, he was thick and strong, not lean and lithe. He wasn’t the guy she imagined or gave herself to, but he was lovely and he made her sore and ache, and laugh. And she sensed even if she turned away now, he’d always be in her life. But he didn’t fit the image. But he fit her, filled her.
“Do you remember the movie, “A Moment In Time”?” She smiled and scooted closer, trying to snuggle.
“More or less” He said. He was relaxed now she saw. She was obviously his new fuck toy and would be on her knees if he snapped his fingers. She relived fucking him, the taste of him, before she said anything.
“A man falls in love with a woman from a picture a hundred years ago, a couple of lifetimes ago, and is transported to her time and they fall in love for real. They get their picture taken together, things are fine and they’re in love. I’ve been transported to another time, here with you, my love, my master. You must be my master. You need to understand that about us.”
“Okay. But I don’t get the movie” He drew her close and put his hand on her tummy and she felt the heat between her legs.
“At the end of the movie, he’s happy and content, and so very much in love. He puts his hand in his pocket, one day, she's waiting for him to come to her, and pulls out a penny. The penny has the date of his time on it. In the next moment he is back where he came from, alone, without the love of his life and trapped, taken away from her. He looks at the picture of her and there he is, a hundred years ago, next to his dear love. And he’s trapped, she’s gone.”
“Those papers to sign, my old things are like that. If I touch them, or see them or have them. I’m afraid they’ll “break the spell” you’ve put us under, put me under. My old life will come back and I’ll lose you. There’s a lot I don’t know and a lot I haven’t said, but I know I don’t want to lose you and I’m afraid of losing you. Take care of those things, invest my money for me, and I trust you, not papers I sign. Do you understand what I’m saying? You’re my master, you own me and I’m where I want to be, for as long as you want me, and I don’t want to be reminded of that other moment in time.”
She laughed and there were tears in her eyes.
”What?” He smiled at her and they both relaxed and Luis pulled into Kenji’s.
“I wanted to say all of that for you, to give you something from me, but when I wasn’t wearing so many clothes!”
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