Party

Polly led Dawn into the hotel reception, a vast cathedral of marble and glass that shimmered under the glow of crystal chandeliers. The opulence was dizzying gold leafed mouldings, towering floral arrangements, and the faintest hint of expensive perfume lingering in the air. Dawn’s eyes took a moment to adjust, her pulse quickening as she clutched the leash clipped to her collar.

Polly moved with effortless authority, her stiletto heels clicking against the polished floor. The concierge a severe-looking man in a tailored suit barely glanced up before murmuring, "Madam, your party is waiting for you."

Polly didn’t acknowledge him, stepping into the elevator with Dawn trailing behind. The doors slid shut, sealing them in silence.

Dawn’s mind raced. How well do I really know Polly?

She thought back to their first meeting a crumpled ad taped to a café bulletin board: "Young female roommate wanted. Must be open minded." At the time, Dawn had been ****, she needed accommodation and it was all so expensive. Polly had been all sharp smiles and expensive wine, coaxing Dawn into nights that always ended in blackouts and hazy mornings.

I don’t even know her surname.

The realization hit like ice water. Before Dawn could speak, the elevator chimed, the doors parting to reveal a cavernous hall pulsing with music and murmured conversation.

The scene was surreal.

Elegant figures in tuxedos and silk gowns mingled with near naked submissive collared, leashed, some on their knees. Dawn’s breath caught as she spotted an elderly woman in a sleek black leather dress, idly tugging the leash of a muscular young man. The silver ring around his cock and balls glinted under the lights as he stood obediently behind her.

Dawn’s fingers twitched at her side. "What the hell is this place?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din.

Polly smirked. "Don’t worry. You’ll have fun."

A man in a tailored black suit approached and Polly smiled "Shawn". He kissed Polly’s cheek, his dark eyes flicking to Dawn with predatory interest. "Ah, you made it. And who’s this?"

Dawn opened her mouth, but Polly gave the leash a warning tug. "Shawn, this is Dawn. My little project." Her grin turned wicked. "Would you believe she’s still a virgin?"

Heat flooded Dawn’s cheeks as Shawn stepped closer, his cologne spiced leather and something darker wrapping around her. Without asking, he cupped her breast through the sheer fabric of her top, his thumb brushing her nipple. "Cute. Does she know any tricks?"

"Slut," Polly purred. "Lift your skirt. Show him what’s mine."

Dawn hesitated this was too much, too fast but her body obeyed before her mind could protest. The skirt lifted, exposing the delicate pearl thong barely covering her.

Shawn’s approving hum sent a jolt between her legs. "Very nice. You should get a good price for her."

Dawn’s stomach dropped. "We need to talk," she hissed, yanking Polly aside.

In the shadowed corner, Polly handed her a flute of champagne. "What’s up, babe?"

Dawn’s throat was sandpaper. "What did he mean by ‘price’? What is this?"

Polly’s playful mask slipped. Her blue eyes turned glacial. "Listen, slut. You begged for this. You wanted to be controlled. You wanted Tony. You wanted to be owned." Her voice dropped to a venomous whisper. "I’ve funded your life for years. And now you question me? I've already told you this ends when you want it to, but if it does I want you out the flat on Monday morning"

Dawn’s mouth went dry. The truth was undeniable without Polly, she had nothing. No apartment, no safety net, no one who understood her darkest desires.

Polly leaned in. "If you want out, say the word. But there’s no going back."

Dawn’s pulse roared in her ears.

"Will you stay?" Polly murmured.

"Yes, Mistress." Pleasure crackled through her, sharp and sweet.

"Will you obey?"

"Yes, Mistress." Her knees trembled.

"Will you suck and fuck whoever I choose?"

Dawn’s vision blurred. "Yes, Mistress."

"Do you belong to me?"

The orgasm ripped through her before she could answer. She gasped, collapsing against Polly, who caught her with a laugh. "Good girl."

Dawn downed the wine and felt the fuzzy feeling return, for the next hour she was lead through the throng of people, some outright groped her, she felt her nipples being pinched through her thin t-shirt and hands touching her bare ass.

A bell chimed.

Dawn was led onto a raised platform, flanked by the leashed man from earlier and a pair of giggling Japanese twins in schoolgirl uniforms they looked like they belonged in an Manga book. The spotlight burned; hundreds of eyes raked over her.

"Our first lot," the auctioneer’s voice boomed, "is a virgin but don’t let that fool you. She’s been trained." A ripple of excitement. "Let’s all say the magic word, shall we? On three Please!"

The crowd roared in unison.

"PLEASE!"

Dawn came so hard she screamed, buckling to her knees as pleasure detonated through her. The laughter around her was distant, muffled by the blood rushing in her ears.

Humiliation. Arousal. Addiction.

The auctioneer continued "So will we start the bidding at 10"

A hand shot up, then another, then another Dawn wasn't sure what was happening but thought that she was worth more that 10 bucks

The bidding continued and ended at 50, Dawn felt numb and as her leash was pulled she walked off the stage.

"You did well slut" said Polly, a large grin on her face, let me introduce you to the man you will loose your virginity to, she handed the leash to Shawn and Dawn felt a tinge of excitement as she looked up at the handsome man.

Shawn took her leash, his grip possessive. "A drop in the ocean," he murmured, leading her away.

The door sealed behind them, muting the party’s chaos. The walls were lined with restraints, toys, a heady mix of leather and sex.

Shawn unclipped the leash. Dawn ached for its weight.

She reached for him, her small hands sliding over his chest. His kiss was demanding, tongue claiming her mouth as she fumbled with his belt.Shawn pulled back and began to unbutton his shirt, Dawn started to help him wanting to see him naked, the clothing fell away and he stood in front of her naked, Dawn bit her lip and wanted this stranger now.

She pushed him back to leather bend and he fell back, she kissed his chest and licked down his chest, his cock was hard Dawn took it in her mouth making loud slurping noises which activated her device, the pleasure hit her and she wanted more than anything for him to cum in her now.

"I didn’t pay fifty grand for a blowjob," he growled, yanking her hair.

Dawn climbed onto the leather bench, her thighs parting as Shawn’s hands gripped her hips. She burned for him.

"Fuck me harder," he commanded.

The phrase triggered another wave of pleasure. Shawn groaned as her body clenched around him. "What the?!"

Dawn understood now. Polly had programmed her.

"Fuck me," she whispered. Another pulse of ecstasy.

Shawn’s control shattered. He came inside her with a ragged shout, but Dawn wasn’t done.

"No. Again," she demanded, riding him relentlessly.

By the time Polly found them, Shawn was limp, sweat-slicked, his voice hoarse. "Make her stop."

Polly tapped her phone. Dawn slumped forward, spent.

"Tell your friends," Polly said sweetly, reattaching the leash.

In the Uber home, Dawn curled against her, dazed. "That was... a lot of cum. What if—?"

"The device handles it," Polly said, stroking her hair. "No babies. No diseases."

Dawn’s eyelids fluttered shut.

One last thought flickered How does she know that? before sleep dragged her under.