Bought by the Mistress: A Lesbian Bondage Short

By Jean Zee

Mistress Krystal needs some serious stress relief so she heads down to one of New York City's most notorious BDSM clubs for their regular slave auctions, where she buys Stella for the evening.

Back at her Manhattan apartment, Krystal practices her technique known as 'total tenderness before suffering', which aims to heighten the distinction in the slave’s mind between the extremities of pleasure and pain.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Grey Pound Publishing
• Release date: Jul 2, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513053950

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Bought by the Mistress

Work had been getting me down and I needed a release, I needed some serious stress relief. You could always get what you needed in New York City and hot pussy was no exception. My heart was pounding a mile a minute the night I first met Stella.  Or, maybe a better explanation would be to say the night I ‘bought’ her.

I’d heard about the regular slave auctions that were held at one of the most notorious S&M clubs in New York City on a Saturday night.  I went there not really knowing what to expect.  There were an awful lot of unusual characters there and I felt a bit out of place.  The men made passes at me and the women eyed me competitively.

That night there were four girls available for auction. The first three were disappointing, they had a hardened look and had obviously been on the scene for a while. My anticipation dwindled.  But, when I first saw Stella come up on to the stage, my heart raced and I felt a tingle in my pussy. There she was, the girl of my fantasies, petite, blonde, blue-eyed and button-nosed.  Innately shy and probably not a day over twenty. 

She never raised her head, not once, while the auctioneer rattled off the tempo of numbers. At $200, there were only four bidders left.  At $375, only two.  I ended up buying her for $400, only after persuading the auctioneer to hike her skirt up, which displayed a plain white thong underneath her tan-colored pantyhose, and then to open her blouse half-way, exposing a lacy, white bra and what appeared to be a pair of very well-developed enhanced breasts.

Stella blushed as she was led from the stage towards me, and I was attracted to her innocence.  Her head remained lowered and I wondered what kind of young woman would allow herself to be sold as a sex slave to a complete stranger, and to another woman. 

I live in Manhattan, I half-whispered, my heart racing.  My car is outside.

Ok, but you need to promise me one thing, she said obviously nervous.

I paused before asking, What’s that?

"No marks.  It’s