Free Fulfilling Her Fantasy by Tabitha Black

submissive, ladies and
gentlemen. Please welcome… Jasmine."
    Jasmine
walked out on the stage confidently, her shoulders back, her head held high.
The sequins on her green and blue belly-dancing costume reflected in the light
that was directed at the stage. Most of the rest of the room was darker.
Brianny looked around again at the faces she could actually make out in the
dimly lit audience. There was only one face she cared about.
    "A
servant looking for a Master to worship," Master Marshall told the
audience, as Jasmine did a turn and rocked her hips and tummy back and forth. "Hard
limits include anal, but she loves to be restrained. The bidding will start at
two hundred…"
    In
the shadows, not far from the stage, Brianny's eyes locked onto the angular
shape of the face she'd been searching for. From her position, she couldn't see
that his eyes were the deep blue she knew them to be, but she could tell that
they were, in turn, fixed on her. She swallowed hard and took a step back,
feeling his scorching gaze. She might even have run away, if not for the line
of submissives behind her. One moment she'd been contemplating escape, and the
next she'd been shoved out to the center of the stage. Jasmine danced off the
other side of the platform and disappeared.
    Brianny
spun back, looking for the exit door off the side of the stage, but a shout
from the crowd—her sister, Sara—drew her attention back to the
audience, then to Master Marshall. He exuded confidence and authority.
Surprisingly, his eyes were reassuring as he beckoned her toward him, gave her
a wink, and started to speak.
    "Ladies
and Gentlemen," Master Marshall said, holding out his hand to her. "Welcome
Blossom. Her hard limits are needle- and electroplay."
      She took a step in his direction and
turned to the audience again. Master Marshall had barely had time to announce
her limits, before a voice called out, "Five thousand."
    She
knew that deep baritone too, but it didn't stop her from focusing in on the
blinking red light of the paddle the bidder was holding up. If her heart
continued to beat, it wasn't keeping time. Kian's face was unreadable. Was he
angry?
    "Sold.
Five thousand to number one-eleven. Master Brady, please collect your prize."
She blinked, then stared in shock as Master Marshall announced her sale with
the carrying sound of the gavel as he slammed it down.
    It
was over that fast? Nobody else had even been given an opportunity to bid. Didn't
they usually try to draw it out and get others to raise the price—but
then, five thousand dollars? What was Kian thinking?
    Brianny
shivered now, even though the room was so warm that she'd been sweating seconds
before. Master Marshall gave her a comforting smile and, with a gentle hand at
the middle of her back, directed her to the side of the stage. She'd needed the
direction too; her thoughts were quite jumbled.
    She
headed for the holding area and was met by a tall, dark and stoic butler,
Master Grimsley. Sara had introduced him to Brianny earlier in the day. He
directed her (with the point of a long switch) into a cubicle to her right.
Even though he looked fearsome, his eyes told the truth. He reminded Bri of her
uncle. He'd always been full of bluster too.
    She
sat on one of the cold metal folding chairs in the small enclosed section, but
the portable office-like walls did nothing to block out the sounds of the
continuing charity auction. She could still plainly hear Marshall calling out
for bids on the next submissive.
    Where
was Kian? How long had she been sitting there? He wouldn't stand her up, would
he? Buy her so no-one else could and then leave her there? She'd die of
mortification.
     
    ***
     
    From
the moment he'd put on his white and purple bracelets, Kian knew his life would
never be the same. He might have come to the Castle in the dark, so to speak,
but he'd been enlightened before ever breaching the massive wooden doors.
    Outside
the Castle, registration and orientation took place.