A revealing dress

After we’d cuddled for what felt like long enough; it might’ve been maybe fifteen minutes, I got up, and told Tiffany to grab anything she needed to get herself ready to go out for dinner, but no clothes, since I already had them. I checked my phone; it was a quarter after seven already. She’d better not be the sort of girl who takes too long getting ready, not matter how good she looked when she was.

While I waited for her to return, I checked the emails I’d received earlier that day. I’d already read the one about her main bank account, which contained the $10,000 I’d already been spending. There were several other savings accounts, adding up to a total of $250,000. Damn, her dad must have been rich to have that amount saved up for her. Maybe I could buy myself a car, among other things. I’d have to check out how to access the money, but sure enough, as the email said, it was mine. Maybe I should transfer it into an account in my own name at some point.

I grabbed my jeans and put them on the bed, remembering the guy’s business card from earlier. $1,000,000 for Tiffany. I shook my head, there was no way I was going to sell her. But it was a nice threat to have, to keep her in line. The card went into the top drawer of my bedside cabinet, for safekeeping.

Tiffany returned, stripped off and got ready to get in the shower.

“Don’t take too long,” I said, checking out her firm ass with the cane marks on it. “It’s getting late. You’ve got half an hour.”

She disappeared into the bathroom.

“You’re supposed to say yes, Master.”

“Yes, Master.” She poked her head out from the bathroom and smiled at me cheekily.

The shower began to run, and I heard Tiffany get inside. For some reason, the man’s offer to buy her piqued my interest. So I opened my laptop and looked up the online **** auctioneers website, just to get an idea of what Tiffany might be worth. Not that I wanted to sell her, and I couldn’t explain why, but I just needed to know. Maybe it was an idea of status, since I was only as good as Tiffany. I was nothing before I owned her after.

I had to create an account in order to watch the auction. It made sense; they must not want people bidding unless they’re good for it.

The screen was fairly dark, just a stage, being looked at from three different angles, no view of the crowd.

A brunette girl was led onto the stage, crawling on her hands and knees, black leather collar around her neck and leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, but no chains. She stopped in the middle of the stage, standing with her hands behind her back, holding her elbows. Her eyes watered a little as she stared straight ahead.

She had a nice rack, though not as impressive as Tiffany’s. Her pussy was shaved at the sides, leaving a little strip in the middle.

“Here is lot number 206,” the auctioneer said. “Full name, ****.”

“Jennifer Claire Stevens,” she said.

“Jennifer Stevens is a new ****. Eighteen years of age, five feet, four inches. Cup size thirty-two double C.”

Tiffany was out of the shower and I heard the hairdryer for a few minutes.

The display went on for a few more minutes before the bidding started, she was told to turn around and bend over, then was displayed in several different positions to show off her body for the watching crowd. Finally she knelt, legs spread wide, hands behind her head.

I watched the bids and the auctioneer read them out from online, while others in the room bid too.

When all was said and done, Jennifer was sold for $600,000. Tiffany was worth more than her.

Tiffany came out of the bathroom with a towel around her body, her hair was dried and curled. She had mascara on, and black eyeshadow. She looked so gorgeous there were no words to describe it.

“So, what will I be wearing tonight, Master?” she asked.

Having her in front of me looking so sexy, and calling me master made me so horny. The fact that she had submitted to me in allowing me to dress her too.

I went over to the wardrobe, grabbing the dress I’d bought for her earlier. I handed it to her, along with a black G-string thong and some high heels.

“It’s a little revealing,” she said. Then she smirked at me. “But if that’s what my master wants, then I guess it’s what I’ll wear.”

She leaned towards me, and we kissed. I closed my eyes and she breathed her fresh breath in my mouth. She stroked her hand around me chest and shoulder as she kissed me, opening her mouth for me to put my tongue inside it and rub it around.

When the kiss finished, we looked into each other’s eyes with a smile, then she went back into the bathroom to get dressed. Maybe I could have ordered her to dress in front of me, but I liked the idea of her revealing what she looked like once she was dressed.

After a couple of minutes, she emerged. My cock hardened in my pants as I looked at her. The dress was a wet look mini dress, backless, with a low V neckline that showed off her belly button piercing, and red laces that connected the two strips that covered her breasts. It was tight around her waist, showing off plenty of her thigh, and there were a couple of little straps around the back. The black high heels finished off the look too, as did her curly hair.