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We will begin in a moment, gentlemen, Augustin announced. He moved to open
the door. But first, I would like to introduce you all to our latest visitor, a lovely young
woman named Dorcas.
He opened the door just enough for him to slip inside without anyone getting a
glimpse of the interior. A moment later, he emerged, holding the end of a leather leash.
He had to tug on it briefly before Dorcas emerged. She was naked and collared, her hands
secured behind her with small black leather cuffs buckled around her wrists, connected
by a small padlock. There were similar cuffs around her ankles, but she was not hobbled.
Her skin was a creamy white everywhere except for the vivid pink of her nipples. Nude,
she seemed more full-bodied than she had when clothed. Her breasts were nicely full and
rounded, her hips flaring out sweetly below her waist. She seemed very uneasy. As the
men admired her she kept glancing about nervously, from face to face to ground, to sky,
to face to face again. Her red hair was caught up in a ponytail. Her other red hair, nestled
between her smooth round thighs and neatly trimmed, sported a small white bow.
Augustin had her slowly pirouette for her audience, and we had a brief opportunity to see
some small red welts on her backside. Then Augustin had her go to one knee and bow her
head, as if in thanks or appreciation of the smattering of applause she received. When she
rose to her feet again, she stood very close to Augustin, almost but not quite touching
him, as if seeking his protection or approval.
I think I have kept you waiting quite long enough, Augustin said with a smile. He
gave Dorcas leash a tiny yank as he stepped to one side and she obediently moved with
him, her full breasts wobbling a little.
Open! Augustin called out. Someone within the shed swung the door open wide. A
bright interior light came on and the men no longer had any eyes for Dorcas. I am not
certain if she was relieved or miffed at that. As the men pressed forward, I saw Augustin
reach up with one hand to tease Dorcas nipple and briefly fondle her breast. She closed
her eyes and shivered at his touch. Then my attention was drawn away as well. I think I
heard Dorcas moan weakly once, but I did not see what Augustin might have done to
cause that.
Inside the shed stood the athletic black woman I had seen earlier, along with the tall,
blonde Valkyrie I had noticed previously. Both women were as naked as all the others
had been, standing proudly erect. A closer look showed me that they had little choice in
that matter. Both of them had their arms tightly bound behind them at their wrists and
elbows with ropes. More ropes circled their waists just as tightly, with doubled strands
running down between their long, strong legs. While the Valkyrie s ropes were black, the
ones binding the black woman were white. Their bindings made for interesting contrasts,
as did their bodies. The Valkyrie was tall and generously built, with taut round breasts
and full hips. The black woman was just as tall, but lean, with smaller breasts, slim hips
and a hint of a six-pack. The nipples of both of them were swollen, and it looked as if
their naked bodies had been rubbed with oil.
The man who had opened the door from within smiled and patted the delectable
rumps of the women. The bidding will now begin! he announced. Instantly, the men
who had crowded into the shed began calling out ever-increasing numbers. I went over to
Augustin, who was stroking Dorcas bare flank until he saw me approaching.
You have a question, no doubt, he said.
I do indeed, I nodded. I tried to keep my eyes on him, but they kept wanting to
stray towards Dorcas. Is that really a slave auction going on there? The cries from
within the shed were growing louder and louder.
And if it is? Augustin smiled. My friend, do not worry, he went on. I receive no
monies from the event.
Well, then, who does? I asked. They are bidding some very large sums for those
women.
Yes, they are, Augustin nodded. Let us move away from all this noise and I will
explain this little ceremony to you. He started off down a wide path that led towards the
beach. Dorcas followed along behind at the end of her leash. I hurried to catch up with
Augustin. He was silent until after we had passed through a small grove of trees and into
open ground. The sea was just visible, shining in the moonlight, and a fresh breeze
brought the tang of salt.
What you saw back there is a small annual ritual on my island, my friend,
Augustin began. It is a very special sort of charity auction.
Charity auction? I asked. I could not believe it.
Yes. Augustin did something with Dorcas leash and she sank to her knees on the
short grass, not as gracefully as Alison would have, but I supposed that she needed more
practice in doing things like that with her hands bound behind her.
Aina has a favorite charity. So does Erika, although it is not the same one. They
approached me some time ago with the idea of having themselves auctioned off as slaves,
with the money raised going to their respective charities. They have become very
competitive at it.
That is very strange, I said.
Perhaps, Augustin shrugged. But you have no doubt seen very many strange
things here on my island. As I told you, the women who come here all have fantasies of
their own. Those two have simply found a way to combine their occasional pleasures
with business. He laughed. It is also a way for them to charge the cost of their travel
here as a business expense. I was skeptical of their proposal at first, but something about
the idea appealed to me, so I let them try it. Now, each year, they raise substantial sums
for their charities and live out their fantasies at the same time.
And they compete against each other to raise a larger sum?
On the surface, yes, Augustin chuckled. The final bids are simply their way to
keep score. Both are quite proud of their bodies, and they make certain that they are in
the very best of shape when they come here.
You said that they have themselves sold as slaves? I said. Just what does such
slavery involve?
Oh, that depends upon their temporary owners, Augustin replied. The men know
that Aina likes to struggle and finally be forced to submit. They also know that Erika is
much more compliant, and that I have personally seen to the training of both of them.
And, above all, they also know that if they mistreat their prizes they will be banned from
my island. He smiled. It is sometimes difficult to know where that line is when it
comes to Aina, but so far she has made no complaints to me. But they both have quite
elaborate fantasies of being enslaved and used for sex. Here, they can indulge themselves
for a time, and still help to do good works.
I see, I nodded. Now, I actually did see, at least partway. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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We will begin in a moment, gentlemen, Augustin announced. He moved to open
the door. But first, I would like to introduce you all to our latest visitor, a lovely young
woman named Dorcas.
He opened the door just enough for him to slip inside without anyone getting a
glimpse of the interior. A moment later, he emerged, holding the end of a leather leash.
He had to tug on it briefly before Dorcas emerged. She was naked and collared, her hands
secured behind her with small black leather cuffs buckled around her wrists, connected
by a small padlock. There were similar cuffs around her ankles, but she was not hobbled.
Her skin was a creamy white everywhere except for the vivid pink of her nipples. Nude,
she seemed more full-bodied than she had when clothed. Her breasts were nicely full and
rounded, her hips flaring out sweetly below her waist. She seemed very uneasy. As the
men admired her she kept glancing about nervously, from face to face to ground, to sky,
to face to face again. Her red hair was caught up in a ponytail. Her other red hair, nestled
between her smooth round thighs and neatly trimmed, sported a small white bow.
Augustin had her slowly pirouette for her audience, and we had a brief opportunity to see
some small red welts on her backside. Then Augustin had her go to one knee and bow her
head, as if in thanks or appreciation of the smattering of applause she received. When she
rose to her feet again, she stood very close to Augustin, almost but not quite touching
him, as if seeking his protection or approval.
I think I have kept you waiting quite long enough, Augustin said with a smile. He
gave Dorcas leash a tiny yank as he stepped to one side and she obediently moved with
him, her full breasts wobbling a little.
Open! Augustin called out. Someone within the shed swung the door open wide. A
bright interior light came on and the men no longer had any eyes for Dorcas. I am not
certain if she was relieved or miffed at that. As the men pressed forward, I saw Augustin
reach up with one hand to tease Dorcas nipple and briefly fondle her breast. She closed
her eyes and shivered at his touch. Then my attention was drawn away as well. I think I
heard Dorcas moan weakly once, but I did not see what Augustin might have done to
cause that.
Inside the shed stood the athletic black woman I had seen earlier, along with the tall,
blonde Valkyrie I had noticed previously. Both women were as naked as all the others
had been, standing proudly erect. A closer look showed me that they had little choice in
that matter. Both of them had their arms tightly bound behind them at their wrists and
elbows with ropes. More ropes circled their waists just as tightly, with doubled strands
running down between their long, strong legs. While the Valkyrie s ropes were black, the
ones binding the black woman were white. Their bindings made for interesting contrasts,
as did their bodies. The Valkyrie was tall and generously built, with taut round breasts
and full hips. The black woman was just as tall, but lean, with smaller breasts, slim hips
and a hint of a six-pack. The nipples of both of them were swollen, and it looked as if
their naked bodies had been rubbed with oil.
The man who had opened the door from within smiled and patted the delectable
rumps of the women. The bidding will now begin! he announced. Instantly, the men
who had crowded into the shed began calling out ever-increasing numbers. I went over to
Augustin, who was stroking Dorcas bare flank until he saw me approaching.
You have a question, no doubt, he said.
I do indeed, I nodded. I tried to keep my eyes on him, but they kept wanting to
stray towards Dorcas. Is that really a slave auction going on there? The cries from
within the shed were growing louder and louder.
And if it is? Augustin smiled. My friend, do not worry, he went on. I receive no
monies from the event.
Well, then, who does? I asked. They are bidding some very large sums for those
women.
Yes, they are, Augustin nodded. Let us move away from all this noise and I will
explain this little ceremony to you. He started off down a wide path that led towards the
beach. Dorcas followed along behind at the end of her leash. I hurried to catch up with
Augustin. He was silent until after we had passed through a small grove of trees and into
open ground. The sea was just visible, shining in the moonlight, and a fresh breeze
brought the tang of salt.
What you saw back there is a small annual ritual on my island, my friend,
Augustin began. It is a very special sort of charity auction.
Charity auction? I asked. I could not believe it.
Yes. Augustin did something with Dorcas leash and she sank to her knees on the
short grass, not as gracefully as Alison would have, but I supposed that she needed more
practice in doing things like that with her hands bound behind her.
Aina has a favorite charity. So does Erika, although it is not the same one. They
approached me some time ago with the idea of having themselves auctioned off as slaves,
with the money raised going to their respective charities. They have become very
competitive at it.
That is very strange, I said.
Perhaps, Augustin shrugged. But you have no doubt seen very many strange
things here on my island. As I told you, the women who come here all have fantasies of
their own. Those two have simply found a way to combine their occasional pleasures
with business. He laughed. It is also a way for them to charge the cost of their travel
here as a business expense. I was skeptical of their proposal at first, but something about
the idea appealed to me, so I let them try it. Now, each year, they raise substantial sums
for their charities and live out their fantasies at the same time.
And they compete against each other to raise a larger sum?
On the surface, yes, Augustin chuckled. The final bids are simply their way to
keep score. Both are quite proud of their bodies, and they make certain that they are in
the very best of shape when they come here.
You said that they have themselves sold as slaves? I said. Just what does such
slavery involve?
Oh, that depends upon their temporary owners, Augustin replied. The men know
that Aina likes to struggle and finally be forced to submit. They also know that Erika is
much more compliant, and that I have personally seen to the training of both of them.
And, above all, they also know that if they mistreat their prizes they will be banned from
my island. He smiled. It is sometimes difficult to know where that line is when it
comes to Aina, but so far she has made no complaints to me. But they both have quite
elaborate fantasies of being enslaved and used for sex. Here, they can indulge themselves
for a time, and still help to do good works.
I see, I nodded. Now, I actually did see, at least partway. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]