Page 9 of Doctor's Demands
Petra
Sipping on a glass of red wine, I relax beside the pool at Leticia’s apartment complex. Wearing the skimpiest bikini, I’ve ever worn, I’m getting sun in places that’ve never seen it. Leticia says men like tanned skin, so we’re tanning for the auction that’s in two weeks.
My nerves have subsided a lot since I’ve been training. Reading all I can about this kind of thing has helped tremendously, as well. Picking up my cell, I check my social media and see I’ve gotten an email from The Dungeon of Decorum.
“Hey, Leticia, I have an email from the club. Do you think they’re telling me I can’t be in the auction?” I ask, with worry threading through my voice.
“No, silly,” she says, then swats the air as if to push away my bad vibes. “Just read it.”
My hand is shaking as I swipe the screen. Gulping, I see it’s from the auction manager, Isabel Deleon. “It says I have an interested purchaser and he’d like for me to know what he expects out of a bottom.”
Leticia pulls her expensive shades down and wiggles her dark eyebrows at me. “Cool! Does it say what he wants?”
“Uh, huh,” I mumble as I look over the rest of the message. “Listen to this, Leticia. Our member requires a woman who will stay in an apartment here at our club. She will live out the three-month contract in that apartment and will only be taken out if her owner so desires.”
“Confinement,” Leticia says, sounding eerie.
“Like, I’ll be stuck there if he wins me?” I ask with hesitation. “Oh, I don’t know about this.”
“Keep reading, Petra,” she urges me as she refills our wine glasses.
“Okay, it says here that he doesn’t like to be touched, so various things will be used to secure my hands. My legs will also be secured using several different things that the owner will use at his discretion. Oh, and he isn’t into impact play. That’s good to know.” I run my hand over my ass, as it’s been sore for days from the different things Leticia has used on me.
“That’s a positive for this man. You don’t seem to care much for that anyway.” She hands me the filled glass of wine and I take a sip to steady my nerves.
Reading on, I say, “It goes on to say that he uses blindfolds and even sometimes puts silk bags over his bottom’s head. He isn’t a man who wants to be seen, and may not allow it at all.” I give Leticia a worried glance. “What if he’s super ugly or something like that?”
Shaking her head, making her spiral curls bounce around, she says, “That doesn’t matter at all. No matter what he looks like, you have to act like you think he’s the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen.”
I nod and finish reading, “If you are won by this bidder you can expect to be left alone for periods of time, as he likes to be missed and welcomed back with open arms, until he ties them back. See you in two weeks. Have an awesome weekend, Miss Bakari.”
“So he sounds nice,” Leticia says, then giggles.
“He sounds weird,” I say as I put my cell down on the little glass table and take a longer sip of my wine. “Why do you think he wants me to be kept in an apartment where he’ll leave me alone a lot? And when he does come to me, it sounds as if I’ll be tied up and masked for him to do what he wants then leave again. That sounds kind of awful.”
“Not to me. You get diddled, then he’s gone and you get to do what you want to.”
“At some apartment inside of a BDSM club. I don’t know about this.” I take another sip and find Leticia shaking her head.
“Look, it sounds like this guy has a need for a kept woman. He might be married and have a terrible sex life with his wife. Instead of taking a mistress, he takes you for the summer. You’re screened, sexually healthy, and not a risk in destroying his marriage,” she says as she coats her long legs in some kind of expensive oil, then tosses the bottle to me. “Put some of this on too.”
Doing as she says, I feel a little depressed about this interested party. “I don’t know. To be honest, I’ve kind of romanticized who would win me. You know, a great looking man who is rich and built like a brick house. He and I would have magical passion and things would go great.”
“And the two of you would fall in love and get married and have babies,” she adds with a laugh. “That isn’t going to happen. That’s not what this is about at all. This about having their kinks fulfilled with someone who will go away at the end of the summer, Petra. Don’t get your heart involved in this. You are the vessel your owner will use for a few months to get whatever it is that’s in his system out of it. Nothing more than that. I don’t want you to get your heart broken. In this line of work, your heart has no place in it.”
“Is the lecture over?” I ask her with a smile.
She nods. “As long as you understand things clearly. I’ve been trying to show you how your body will be used. Not all Tops care if their bottoms are pleased or not. They paid a price for you. You are essentially their piece of meat. Not that I like to think in those terms, but if you think the man who purchases you will grow to care for you, I’m afraid you’re in for disappointment.”
“Okay, I get it. This man just wants a piece on the side, waiting for him like no woman in the real world would ever do. He wants to fuck a woman with nothing emotional happening between them so he doesn’t have to feel guilty about anything. If he’s married, he hasn’t shared his heart with anyone. Only his cock. Am I on the right track?” I ask her as she fans herself.
“It’s getting hot out here. And you’re on the right track.” She gets up, grabbing the half empty bottle of wine and her glass. “Come on, let’s go inside. Enough tanning for today.”
I get up and follow her. “Who knows. He may not even be the man who wins me. I shouldn’t worry, huh?”
“You should never worry, Petra. There’s nothing to worry about. This time you’ll get a man who likes things one way. Next time it’ll be a man who likes things another way.” She stops at the door to her apartment.
I reach around her to open it, as her hands are full. “This will be the only time I do this, Leticia. I’m in it for the twenty thousand bucks to pay for next years’ classes and that’s it.”
