It still felt nice and it made me smile to remember those days.“Honey, the boys and I are going out Saturday night, remember?” My Dad said.Sudden...y I remembered what Tony said about Saturday. He said he was sending a car for me around 5:00. How was I going to explain that? I panicked a little when I thought about how I was going to have to think up a lie to tell my family.“Yes, I remember honey. I will be out anyway. I was invited to Gloria’s house to play cards at 4:00. I probably won’t. ?It’s BDSM? my friend Narnia told me the next day in the cafeteria. ?Leather and whips and chains?my uncle is into it, but he likes to hit, not BE hit. The saucepan thing’s nothing I ever heard of though.? Narnie lent me a book she’d heisted from her uncle’s trailer, and damn, I learned about some shit when I read about BDSM, boy.Also, in the book they mentioned that you were the ?preeminent BDSM columnist in the country? and that must be so cool for you, Shoeblossom!One day I came home from. Reaching my hand back, I felt for the hard lump I knew was there. I heard a low grunt as my hand found the hard shaft in the dress slacks. Somehow, I managed to squeeze and stroke it without taking the attention of the other passengers. The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Some people got out, and some got on. As the space was unloaded, those hands between my legs gently pulled me back towards one corner…I was surprised that no one could see it. However, I soon realized that my coat and. ..there was no charity. There would be an auction, but we would be sold not as dates, but as slaves, as toys for the highest bidder! The old hotel that was serving as the auction center had rooms set up just for this pupose. I would learn about all this only after it was too late. A girl named Tricia was first. She was cute with short blonde hair and a long formal dress. She walked the stage first and then stopped in the center as her auction began. She was sold for two thousand dollars!.