Sadistic Love

The "auction"

I take a deep breathe before opening the door of the small building dragging my suitcase beside me.

I found this place on the internet some weeks ago when I decided to finally search for a dom.
Their website is like a dating app but for BDSM.
Every year they have like a roleplay auction where dominants pretend to buy submissives but they don't spend actual money. The website says it's all part of the thrill of a roleplay. Of course, in the end we all can choose if we actually want to be with that dom or no.

So, that anual auction is today and I decided to participate because being front to front with a dominant is different than texting someone behind a screen.

Supposedly, subs come here and fill some papers about themselves and what they are looking in a dom and then we are presented to an audience of dominants then if anyone is interested in any of the subs, they can "buy" them.

I enter nervously and take a look around.
The walls are dark gray making the place a little bit more discreet.

There's a large desk in the middle with a lady looking at her computer.

The space is actually very quiet which I was already expecting to be.

I approach the desk and stand in front of the brown haired lady, with too much red lipstick on her lips in my opinion.

- Good afternoon.- I start, my heart thumping hard in my chest.- I have an account on your website and I decided to participate on today's event and it asked me to fill some papers for-

- The auction today.- She smiles widely and extends a hand.- You can give me those and I'll take care of the rest.

- Okay.- I nod and nervously hand her two papers stapled together.

- Thank you.- She puts them down before smiling at me again.- I hope you find your dominant tonight.

Yeah, me too.

- Thanks.- I smile nervously to her.

- Don't worry, it will be okay. This is what you really want, isn't it?

- Yes, God it is.- I chuckle slightly.

I've been wanting a dom for so long but every guy I met was anything but close to a dom.
And the ones I found on Instagram were all fake. But they were only two or three because I don't like texting strangers which is ironic because I registered on a website to do exactly that.

- Then it will be okay. You're beautiful! And young. Any dom would be lucky to have you.- She tells me sincerely.

A door besides her opens and a quite attractive man looking around 30 stands there looking neutral.

- Jake will escort you to the place you're staying until the auction starts.- She says glancing at the man at the door.

- Okay. Thank you.- I smile to her one last time before heading over to the man with my suitcase close to me.

- Be gentle with her, it's her first time!- The receptionist says to him.

He gestures for me to pass through and then he starts walking without saying a word. I follow him down the dark hall and then we turn a corner and my eyes widen at the sight before me.

This place looks like a goddam prison!
Cells full of what I assume are submissives, in two rows in front each other.

This area is way more lighter than the hall.

I follow him to one of the furthest "cells". He reaches into his back pocket and grabs a key, opening it.

I don't move and when I glance at Jake he's looking at me with a "what are you waiting for?" look.