Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 56620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
I'm going to make her so fucking afraid.
Not of pain. Not of bondage. Of herself. Of how much she craves what I'm about to do to her. I'll push her right to the edge of her comfort zone and then one inch past it, watching her face in those mirrors while she realizes she doesn't want me to stop.
And when she's trembling, terrified of how good it feels, I'll make her say it out loud.
I'm afraid of how much I need this.
Question 6: Have you ever fantasized about someone manipulating circumstances to get close to you? Describe this fantasy.
I stop stroking.
Read her answer three times.
She fantasizes about orchestrated desperation. Someone creating the problem and offering himself as the solution. Watching her, studying her, learning everything. Manufacturing crisis so when he appears with rescue, she's grateful instead of suspicious.
By the time she realizes what he's done, she's already in too deep to leave.
And she doesn't want to leave.
The manipulation proves how much he wants her.
Being wanted so badly that someone would orchestrate her rescue makes her wet.
Wet.
I start stroking again. Faster now.
Question 7: What is your experience level with BDSM practices? What have you tried? What have you only imagined?
She understands the psychology but has never experienced it with someone she trusted.
She wants to.
I stroke faster.
Virgin territory.
Her body's been touched but her mind hasn't. Not really. Not by someone who knows what he's doing. Not by someone she can surrender to completely.
Every fantasy she's written, every scene she's researched obsessively, every psychological dynamic she understands in theory—I'm going to make real.
And she has no idea how intense it actually is.
How different fantasy feels when it's your wrists in real cuffs. Your throat under an actual hand. Your body bound to a table with your legs spread open.
She's going to discover the gap between imagination and reality.
I'm going to enjoy watching that discovery break her open.
Question 8: Describe your ideal dominant partner. What qualities matter most?
I read her answer and nearly come.
Someone who wants to own her mind, not just her body.
She just described me.
Perfectly.
And she has no idea she's about to meet the man she's been writing for years.
Question 9: What are you hoping to gain from this experience? Be honest.
Money first. Crisis management. Survival.
But underneath—she wants to know if it's real. If the dominance and surrender she fantasizes about actually exists or if it's just fiction. Wants to be completely controlled by someone competent. Wants to surrender everything by choice to someone worthy.
Wants one experience where she doesn't have to hide.
Wants to be seen.
My grip tightens.
She's going to get exactly what she's asking for.
And it's going to ruin her.
Question 10: What is your greatest fear about participating in this auction?
I slow my stroke. Read carefully.
She's afraid she can't handle it. Afraid she'll safeword immediately and prove she's a fraud.
Worse—afraid she'll love it so much that twenty-four hours won't be enough. Afraid it'll ruin her for normal relationships. Afraid it'll change her in ways she can't come back from.
Secret fear: what if the buyer is perfect, gives her everything, and then lets her go?
How does she survive that?
I stop stroking completely.
Stare at the screen.
She's afraid I'll be exactly what she needs.
And then I'll leave her.
My cock is painfully hard but I don't move. Don't breathe.
This is the vulnerability I've been looking for. The crack in her armor.
She doesn't fear inadequacy.
She fears perfection.
Fears finding exactly what she's been searching for and losing it after one taste.
I stroke myself slowly, staring at that last line.
How do I survive that?
You won't have to, my good little slut.
Because I'm not letting you go.
Not after one day. Not ever.
Christmas Eve is the beginning, not the end.
The form advances to Part II. Experience & Availability Menu.
I lean forward. This is what I've been waiting for. This is where she tells me exactly what I'm allowed to do to her.
Light bondage. Spanking. Blindfolds. Orgasm control. Temperature play.
She checks all five boxes. Basic. Expected. Nothing surprising yet.
Heavy bondage. She checks it. Moderate impact play. Checked. Complete sensory deprivation. Checked. Objectification. Checked.
Total Power Exchange—24 hours.
My breathing stops.
She checked it.
Twenty-four hours of absolute control. Every decision mine. Every moment choreographed to my specifications. She eats when I allow it. Sleeps when I permit it. Speaks when I command it.
She just gave me everything.
Psychological dominance. Mind games. Gaslighting desires. Using participant's own fantasies and writing against them. Checked.
My cock jumps.
She's giving me permission to weaponize her own words. Every story she's written. Every fantasy she's confessed in those questionnaire answers. I can use it all against her. Throw her darkest desires back in her face while she's restrained and helpless.
Forced confession. Verbalization of shameful desires under duress. Orgasm denial until honest.
Checked.
I'm going to make her say everything. Every filthy thought. Every degrading fantasy. Out loud. While looking at herself in those mirrors.
She wants to watch herself surrender. Wants to see her own face when she breaks.