The halterneck clung to her like a second skin, black fabric so thin it bordered on translucent. Anne's reflection startled her; the woman looking back seemed both stranger and more familiar than she'd expected. The hem fluttered dangerously high around her thighs, and she tugged at it, only for the neckline to dip lower in response. Her nipples pressed against the material, visible evidence of a reaction she wasn't ready to name. Standing alone in her bedroom, she felt both powerful and powerless, exhilarated and terrified. What would people think? What did she think?
Anne arrived at the address and stepped from the taxi, her bare thighs immediately prickling with goosebumps in the night air. A gentle breeze caressed her skin beneath the tiny dress, reminding her how exposed she was, one gust away from revealing everything. The large house loomed before her, its floodlights bathing the gravel driveway in harsh light that transformed her dress into nothing more than a whisper of see-through fabric clinging to her curves. Exposing her naked body beneath the dress clearly to anyone approaching.
She gasped, feeling the cool air against her hardened nipples, her hands instinctively moving to shield herself as she flushed with embarrassment. Her insides rolling with turmoil, flight winning over fight, but when she turned back, the taxi was already disappearing, leaving her trembling with a delicious mixture of fear and forbidden anticipation. Her pulse throbbed in her throat, in her wrists, and between her thighs and then she heard Lee's voice.
"Look at my little toy, dressed so sexily," he murmured, fingertips tracing the halter strap around her neck.
"Sir, please," Anne whispered, her voice catching. "Everyone will see me like this. I can feel the air everywhere."
"That's the point. Toy." His voice hardened as his hand slid possessively to the small of her back. "Remember your safe word, but until you use it nothing stops.", his fingers pressed firmly into her flesh, guiding her forward.
"You belong to me tonight." Anne's resistance melted, her body responding to his command with a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold.
As they entered through the wide hallway, a crystal flute of champagne materialised in her hand. Lee's fingers pressed possessively into the small of her back, guiding her into a grand room where the air felt thick with desire. Anne caught her breath as she took in the scene, every man impeccably suited, while women displayed their bodies like living art. Across the room, a statuesque redhead wore nothing but a black lace body-stocking that clung to every curve, her nipples and the dark neat triangle between her thighs clearly visible through the delicate pattern. Anne's own little black dress suddenly felt modest by comparison. She tipped her head back, letting the champagne slide down her throat, its bubbles matching the effervescent tension building inside her.
Lee's hand never left her body as he steered her through the crowd, his thumb occasionally stroking her exposed skin, sending electric currents racing up her spine. When introduced to his friends, Anne could barely form coherent sentences, distracted by women's exposed breasts or straining against transparent fabrics, glimpses of thighs disappearing beneath short hemlines, by the unmistakable hunger in the men's eyes as they appraised her own barely-covered body, her dress shifting in transparency depending on the light. Anne felt a tingle of guilt at how much she was enjoying the thrilling environment.
The room fell silent at the sound of a commanding voice. A tall man with silver temples and penetrating eyes that seemed to undress her completely, stepped forward. Anne fell still under his gaze, instinctively pressing herself against Lee's side as she realised this must be their host.
The host raised his hands for silence. "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's exhibit features a rare new acquisition by our friend Lee." His voice carried across the room as he gestured toward Anne, placing a small stool on the floor in front of her. Lee's hand pressed between her shoulder blades, propelling her forward.
"Eyes down, be obedient. You look amazing." Lee whispered against her ear. "Remember your training."
Anne's pulse hammered in her throat as she approached their host. He extended his hand with a theatrical flourish, helping her onto the stool. Even at only twelve inches high, the combination of the spotlight and her stilettos made her feel as though she were balancing on a tightrope, her feet just fitting on the top.
The host circled her slowly. "Note the object's exquisite posture, her curves and other attributes, this new toy has," he announced, pulling her wrists behind her with practised efficiency. The cold metal of handcuffs bit into her skin. "And observe how responsive the specimen is to restraint." As Anne straightened her legs and back, keeping balance was more important than her nerves at this moment.
The host reached up to her neck, and with a single flick of his finger, he released the clasp of her dress. The whisper of silk sliding down her body felt deafening in the hushed room as the dress fell straight to the floor.
"Subject displays excellent muscle tone," the host continued, his clinical tone at odds with the hungry eyes of the audience. "Touch sensitivity is optimal." He brushed a fingertip across her nipple, which immediately hardened.
Anne swayed slightly, a gasp escaping her lips. Lee's strong hands steadied her hips momentarily before withdrawing.
"I have it on Lee's word that, although new, she is willing to learn, enjoys being used, and tastes divine. Please, people, take a good look. The inspection period begins now. You may gently touch the object, but no more. Please direct all inquiries for immediate use or future games, regarding specific uses and limitations to her master" With this, the host stepped away.
The crowd converged like collectors at a gallery opening, their murmured assessments washing over her. Some tentative touches began on her thighs, her ass and back.
Snippets of comments drifted to Anne "Look how she flushes when touched here. I wonder if she is trained for extended suspension? and "What's her pain threshold rating?"
Anne remained perfectly still, her body simultaneously burning with shame and arousal as strangers discussed her capabilities as if she were an object. With both male and female fingers touching and squeezing her body.
Soft, cool hands touched her thighs. Anne's gaze dropped to find a young woman with crimson lips and calculating eyes stroking her bare skin. The woman's cool fingertips trailed upward, leaving goosebumps in their wake. When those fingers reached Anne's breasts, they captured each nipple with precise pressure, a sharp twist that made Anne's breath catch, her back arch involuntarily. Then, nothing, the woman simply stepped away, rejoining a cluster of onlookers who sipped champagne while their eyes remained fixed on the display.
Across the room, Lee leaned close, talking to a man in a tailored suit. The man's gaze travelled over Anne's body methodically, like someone assessing the lines of a sports car; he and Lee nodded an agreement. He scribbled something on a business card before pressing it into Lee's palm. Their handshake lingered. Another man with silver hair approached, tapping Lee's shoulder, this one pointed directly at her, his smile revealing perfect teeth as he stared intently at her. Anne's pale skin flushed as they circled the platform, their whispers just beyond her hearing.
Lee nodded, shook hands again, then strode toward her. His arms encircled her waist, lifting her down as if she weighed nothing. The handcuffs were still tight as he guided her toward a side room with leather furnishings. The door closed behind them with a soft click as the silver-haired man followed them inside.
Without speaking, Lee pushed her to her knees, steadying her balance, hands still secured behind her. Both men stood in front of her and removed their clothes, Lee stepping forward. Anne's mouth opened, part eager submission, part shameful anticipation. A voice in her head whispered this was wrong, that she shouldn't want this, but her body betrayed her thoughts. He firmly grabbed her ponytail, wrapping it around his hand, and as he took control, she felt herself surrender to the dark thrill of being used, as Lee slowly but firmly began to fuck her mouth, Anne closing her lips tightly around the shaft of his cock.
Lee pulled her head back and guided her towards the stranger. She hesitated, a moment of resistance flickering through her, then yielded completely, letting herself become nothing but a toy for their pleasure. The stranger wasted no time pushing his erect cock deep in her mouth. The conflict inside her intensified, between the proper woman she pretended to be versus this creature who craved degradation. Each moan that escaped her throat was both surrender and victory as the unknown man used her mouth like a slut.
Lee took full control of her movements, shifting her mouth between his cock and the strangers, Anne devouring each one. Lee then pulled her firmly by her ponytail in an awkward shuffle on her knees to the couch. Sitting back, he forced Anne's mouth back onto his cock, Anne, with her ass in the air, felt the stranger's hands exploring her from behind. His hands roughly massaging her ass, strong fingers digging hard into her flesh.
Anne felt cool lube being spread across her most intimate places, making her shiver with anticipation and passion. Her bound wrists strained against their restraints as her body betrayed her, responding eagerly to each commanding touch.
"You are just a toy," Lee whispered harshly in her ear, the words sending a forbidden thrill down her spine.
The stranger worked methodically, stretching her pussy with his fingers, pushing deep, rubbing the inside of her pelvic bone, his thumb working her clit like an expert. The sensation was amazing as he gripped and rubbed her inside and out, her pussy flooded as she had a series of small orgasms. His fingers moved to her ass, one at first, then two, stretching her tight ass in an almost painful way as he worked her tight ass roughly, adding more lube, but it felt so good as he prepared her for use like an object.
"Tell us what you are," Lee demanded, yanking her head up by her hair. Anne whimpered, torn between resistance and surrender. When she hesitated, the stranger delivered a sharp slap on her thigh, making her gasp.
"A toy," she finally whispered, her voice breaking. "Your toy Sir." The admission unlocked something primal within her, and she felt herself sinking deeper into submission as waves of pleasure built inside her trembling body.
"Good girl," Lee praised, the words somehow both degrading and intoxicating. The stranger positioned himself behind her, his grip bruisingly tight on her hips. Anne's eyes widened as he claimed her completely, his hard cock being forced firmly into her ass, the ring of muscle sliding over the head of the stranger's cock and gripping it firmly, the exquisite violation making her cry out and gasp, muffled by Lee's cock. Trapped between them, she surrendered control entirely, finding liberation in her complete submission, the stranger building up momentum as he rammed himself deeper inside her ass.
The men established a punishing rhythm, using her body for their pleasure while commanding her responses. Every time the stranger thrust into her ass, Lee's cock was forced down her throat, and with her hands behind her back, she had no control. Lee would pull her head back by her hair if she began to choke. The stranger's cock was fucking her ass harder and quicker with every stroke. Anne looked at Lee directly in his eyes as he smiled, feeling her body beginning to tremble and convulse as an intense orgasm wracked her body, her mouth open, and groans wailed from her. Her ass muscle gripped the stranger's cock painfully, making his hot cum shoot with force deep in her ass.
The stranger pulled out of her body, but before she had time to catch her breath properly Lee forced her mouth down onto his cock, Anne greedily sucked and scraped her teeth up and down the shaft paying attention to the head until, hot cum begin to shoot into her mouth she licked and swallowed of much of Lee's cum as his cock slowly stopped jerking.
Lee stroked her hair almost tenderly as she collapsed against him, her body marked and claimed. Anne twisted to look at the stranger, but he had already disappeared, leaving her with the lingering evidence of her submission and use.
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