"Wow" I said "These people must really be into this, eh? "
"Chrissie honey, some are in it for the money, some for a thrill, some just like sex, and some need the humiliation." Kelly said.
"OK Kell, and exactly why should I be interested in participating?" I asked.
"What a silly question that is." Kelly laughed. "You love sex, and besides there's big money in it and you're a fucking whore!"
We both laughed and I informed Kelly that I would be her date for the evening.
The Alt Club was located in a converted VFW hall. I couldn't help but wonder what the veterans would think if they knew what
went on in their old meeting place.
The night of the Slave Auction I asked Kelly what I was expected to wear? She informed that it was totally up to me but I should
remember that the sexier I looked the more spirited the bidding was likely to be.
The evening started with an hour and half of mingling, drinking, and feasting on a catered dinner of pheasant, wild rice and fresh
fruit. The meal was designed to put the attendants into an old time master/slave state of mind. It was during the get acquainted
session that the potential "slaves" filled out their "slave resumes". The "resume" included the parameters and taboos of the would be
"slave' as well as any previous "slave" experience. A slave auction participant could also use this "resume" to enhance their chances of
garnering a higher purchase price by peaking the interest of the bidders.
Following dinner, and after the departure of the catering staff, the women who were due to take their place on the auction block were
excused to prepare for the evening's principle entertainment.
This particular evening there were eleven women being auctioned off including myself. We were provided rooms off the main gathering
hall in which to change into the outfits we intended to wear while on the auction block.
A small room just off the main hall was set up as a waiting area for the "slaves".
