The Auction

By Anastacia Lucretia

An evening out with his Domme, playing BDSM games—what male submissive doesn’t want and dream about that?

A night out in the country at a new sex club seemed exactly what they both want. The possibilities between the two of them are endless. But when his Domme decides that he should participate in The Auction, the slave is naturally nervous about what might happen—nervous that he might be bought and used by any of the powerful women there with money to spend.

And when a beautiful young Domme takes an interest in him and promises him more pain than he’s ever experienced before, the stakes go up far more than expected. Helpless against the process, he’s on the block as The Auction ensues.

Who buys him and at what price? The Auction begins tonight!

The Auction is a 6,700-word FemDom short story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Deep Desires Press
• Release date: Oct 10, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370786497

Anastacia Lucretia

Anastacia Lucretia is published with Cleis Press, House of Erotica and Deep Desires Press. She was also co-owner of BDSM Book Reviews from 2011 to 2017. She studied Fiction Writing at Columbia College in Chicago and graduated with her Bachelor's Degree in December 2012. Anastacia is self described as “Pinky, Inky, and a little bit Kinky”.

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The Auction

Anastacia Lucretia

Copyright © 2017 by Anastacia Lucretia

All characters are age 18 and over.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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I had found what I was looking for. For years now, I have lived a life I had always wanted — as an owned slave under my Mistress.

It wasn’t always so. Once I had a taste and given a few lessons concerning the ins-and-outs of kinky Dominant/submissive sex, I was hooked. But counting available male submissives is like trying to count ocean waves on a windy day, you could count them forever because there was an endless supply. I looked for years, trying with varying degrees of success to find another lifestyle Mistress.

I came across those established, sexy, leather-clad women that had slaves aplenty. I ran into the pros with their bored eyes and expensive toys, promising me what I was looking for at a price I couldn’t justify with the regularity that I desired. I saw the desperate and lonely, as well as those in decline, looking for someone, somewhere, for something. I met the up-and-comers, with their loud voices and new ideas that had been done when their great-grandmothers were being spanked by their great-grandfathers with Tommy Dorsey playing in the background, with who I shared no common thread. The fakers, the takers, the man-haters, the butchers, the bakers, and the candlestick makers (I have a hard limit of candlesticks up my ass, you know). Navigating the dating scene of your local kinky nightlife is sometimes akin to trying to find your way out of a corn maze at midnight on a moonless evening — each corner exposing something different that you need to get up-close to recognize. Chicago, the City of Big Shoulders, offers much and sometimes yields nothing palatable at all.

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