I sincerely apologise for deleting these last week. Unfortunately, although I had them saved in Word, all the wonderful comments you all gave are lost.

It was my birthday and I was so excited. Master was taking me out for a 'birthday celebration' as He put it. He instructed me to dress in the outfit he had laid out on the bed. I was to be ready to leave the house in 30 minutes. I poured Master his favourite drink then went towards the bedroom. My breath caught in my throat - it was beautiful. He never failed to surprise me. The basque was of the palest pink you can imagine without actually being white. The tiny, deep rose coloured flowers were woven into the silken weave rather than embroidered. The thin charise ribbon that ran from top to bottom at the back reminded me of the ribbon you find on babies bonnets or mittens. Master had chosen sweet but sensual, simple but erotic. He knew what pleased Him. The barely-black, hold up stockings (Master likes to be able to lick and caress my thighs and hips with no fabric interruptions) were so fine I was afraid to snag them on my newly, manicured nails – that would not please Master, but I was also on stopwatch timing and wouldn't dare go beyond my allotted 30 minutes. The outfit was finished off with 5” black sling-backs and a just above the knee, very tight black skirt Master had taken from my wardrobe. I applied subtle make-up in 2 minutes as I had practised for months. The image in the mirror would definitely please Master. 5 minutes to spare i looked around. It wasn't on the bed or the dresser. I bent to look under the bed in case I had accidentally knocked it from the bed without noticing. I even checked the wash basket where I'd just thrown my work clothes. I began to panic, there was now only one minute left. I grabbed my shoulder-bag and rather shakily walked towards the living room to Master. I felt the tears behind my eyes. I confessed to Master that whichever collar he had placed out for me I could not find it. I would accept whatever punishment He saw fit and, if He wanted us to leave the house now i would fetch my black and purple sleeping collar but would understand if the evening out was off. I was glad my head was lowered, I couldn't bare to see the look of disappointment in His eyes. I heard Him stride slowly cross the floor. I jumped slightly as He placed the fingers of his right hand under my chin and raised my head, then held the little square black velvet box in front of my eyes in His left hand. He looked into my frowning eyes and instructed me to lift the hinged lid. Fingers trembling like a child at Christmas I opened the box. There, in a perfect circle lay the most exquisite black leather collar i had ever set eyes on. Only an inch and a quarter wide with a diamanté encrusted buckle. The 3 silver D-rings had an amethyst set either side. My birthstone. I reached in to touch but Master snapped the box too with a laugh, just like in 'Pretty Woman'. I laughed too. He motioned for me to turn. Shivers ran down my spine as he placed that collar round my neck. They vibrated all the way down to my pussy. I wanted time to stand still. I wanted this moment to last forever. Master turned me back to face him then stepped far enough back to view me. The smile He gave me that went all the way to His eyes with the slow, appreciative nod would last me my lifetime. I wanted to drink Him in. Suddenly I didn't want to go out – He looked so handsome. Master quickly turned away and walked towards the door. He seemed to have the sniffles a little – i hope He hadn't caught the cold I'd struggled to shift last week.

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When Master pulled into the residential estate, I was somewhat surprised. I had assumed W/we were going to our usual BDSM club, The Lincoln Dungeon. Master did like to have me to Himself on many occasion but, when I was dressed like (as He once put it) “every man's eyes will roam you top to bottom in 10 seconds and know they wanna fuck you”, he usually liked to 'show me off'. Master opened my door and held my hand as I stepped from the car. I felt like a princess – His princess. I could hear Snow Patrol flowing from the front door as it opened on our approach. We were greeted by one of the most beautiful young women I had ever seen, about 25 years old. Slim, tanned, bare feet, long dark auburn hair, with stunning green, inquisitive eyes. I couldn't help but notice the size of her nipples through the sheath of fabric she wore for a dress. I could even see the dark shadow of her areola. I'm not bi but she would never be pushed from my bed. She introduced herself to me as Lilly. She seemed to already know Master. I still had no idea where I was – i knew better than to question Master, if He wanted me to know exactly where W/we were he would have told me. Lilly led us through to the large lounge where there were about 35 – 40 people. She introduced me as the Birthday Girl, where upon everyone began a chorus of 'Happy Birthday'. I blushed like a teenager. I was touched and completely taken back. Master had taken me to a surprise birthday party! I began to recognise a few faces from our club. A waiter approached with 2 trays of drinks. Master took a wine for Himself and a cherry soda for me. We mingled for about half an hour and chatted to friends and strangers. The Music stopped and all eyes turned to Lilly as she stood on a raised platform within the bay-window and clapped her hands sharply. She thanked everyone for being here, as this cause was so close to her heart. Cause? Had I missed something? She spoke a little of how much money had been raised last year for the RSPB (ah – that was it) and asked if we “could do better this year?”. The crowd erupted with a unanimous, enthusiastic yes followed by clapping and whistling. I clapped with the crowd so as not to appear as ignorant as i was feeling. Master kept side glancing at me with a strange glint his eye. The glint he gets when he knows what he's going to do to me but I don't. I noticed there were several female subs and a couple of male subs not clapping – looking nervous if truth be told. Lilly spread her hands palms down and silence reigned. “would all Owners, Masters and Dom/mes, please take your items for auction into The Auction Room, signposted to the left, straight of that door”. I watched to see what items were going to be auctioned. I love auctions, whether I'm bidding or not – Master took me to an antiques auction once. Although I knew nothing about antiques I thoroughly enjoyed the atmosphere and tension. I was jolted from my reverie by Master's harsh grip on my left arm above the elbow whilst removing my drink from my hand and placing it on the tray of a passing waiter (half naked, Adonis look-a-like male slave!). I was about to ask the obvious question but the look Master gave me was enough to silence my tongue.

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I was third in the line of 'items for auction'. Master looked so proud, though I felt anything but pride stood on that make-shift stage. We had turned to the left and turned to the right with instruction. We were now being asked individually to step up onto the table for 'viewing'. I have no memory of the first girl on the table as my mind was racing with questions. Why would Master do this to me on this day, of all days? Why would he see me humiliated like this with no warning? He always discusses a scene with me. Master has always insisted that He would never, not ever scene in public with me. What He did with me was between the two of us only. That did calm me a little. Number two was a plump but pleasant little red-head sub. Early thirties with the nervousness of a baby rabbit ripped from it's mother too soon. I wanted to cry for her more than me at that moment. She was audibly crying now. I couldn't even tell who her Master or Mistress was – a bad sign for any sub. Any fool would be able to point out my Master as He would be the one looking extremely annoyed or even pulling me from the table should I be humiliated anything like she was. She was instructed by the beautiful Lilly to stop sniffling and strip. She slowly removed her bustier and skirt to loud applause that drowned out her crying. A Dom whispered something in Lily's ear and, still in her boots she was ordered to turn away from the audience and bend and grab her ankles. Was this really the gentle, pleasant Lilly of half an hour previous? The potential 'buyers' were allowed to 'examine' items that they were interested in. They were after all going to be parting with real hard cash. What did their money buy? I wasn't too worried as i knew Master would outbid anyone for me, it was just a money raising event. Number two whimpered as one rather rough-handed Dom thrust his fingers into her ass. He smiled to himself and returned to his position in the audience. Number two was allowed to step down and take her place in the auction line, where her hands were cuffed behind her back. “Number three will step up to the auction table”. I froze. This to me is not a birthday treat. Lilly, much louder than before ordered me onto the table. Master looked at me with disappointment. I'd do anything to remove that look from his face. I held my head high and stepped onto the table. I would not let Master down. I would look like the sub 'everyone wanted to fuck but couldn't', just as I had been taught. As I began to strip i looked for Master's eyes to give me the confidence I needed. I had never before scened in public and only close partners and Master had seen me naked. Master wasn't looking! He was talking directly in the ear of the Dom that had been rough to number 2. Master! I need you! Tears, for the second time this night burned at the back of my eyes but I was damned if I was going to shed them. A Domme whispered something to Lilly. She ordered me into slave position 2. The Domme reached for nipples with both hands and pinched and twisted them harder than they'd ever been pinched. I cried out and the tears fell. She smiled and went back into the audience. I didn't hear being told to step down until a sharp whack of Lily's cane was felt on my ass. I was handcuffed along side number 1 and 2. I have no recollection of the ones that followed me.

Bidding was frenzied. I tried to comfort number 2 though I was far from calm. Master had made 2 attempts at buying but not on me! He was finally successful at purchasing number 2. I told her “you'll be safe with Him, He's my Master and would never hurt you”. I little smile touched her lips. I still couldn't quite believe I was stood in a room, naked apart from my shoes and stockings, wrists cuffed, being bid on, on my birthday. I had to trust Master though. Bidding on me commenced. I will not be crass and state what my finale purchase price but bidding wend into overdrive. I suppose i should be flattered. The Harsh Dom who had hurt number 2 was determined to have me. He never hesitated once to bid again when someone outbid him. He wasn't handsome by my standards. He was a little overweight, about 50 years old with a shaved head that had some kind of tattoo on the back. I wondered why Master was taking so long in putting in his bid. I was screaming so loud in my head I though people would actually hear me! Master walked to the front and approached me. I let out a sigh of relief. He must have bid when I was talking to number 2 and hadn't noticed. Master gently took the arm of number 2, smiled down at her and led her away – right out of the room towards the door! Oh God! “Master! Master – please don't leave me!”. This time I had spoken the words – cried them out loud. Master looked furious and embarrassed by my outburst. I knew I would be punished for making a show of Him when we got home. I was telling the whole room that I didn't trust my Master. What must they all be thinking of us? What was i thinking? 'Harsh Dom' was very pleased with his purchase. His hand gripped my arm harder than necessary as he clipped my leash on. After leaving the lounge and following a passage, I found myself staring at a door with the words 'Device Bondage' fixed on a brass plate. My heart was racing. I really was petrified. Master and I had watched the DVDs. I didn't know this man – his wants, desires or demands. He did not know my limits. Would he ask? Entering the room I saw there were 6 others from the party – 4 men and 2 women. I felt bile rise in my throat. My legs were not my own as i was led over to a flogging bench – no padding – just metal frame and panels. Clamps quickly went over my ankles, behind my knees and round my wrists in the traditional flogging position. The metal seemed to be eating into my soft flesh. My large breasts hung either side of the centre of the bench. A large, red ball gag was placed on me, then tape put around also. My voice was obviously not to be heard in here! I was grateful at first not to be blindfolded but changed my opinion when i saw the items that were being prepared by the others in the room to be used on me. Some items needed no explanation and my blood ran cold.