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ue indicated on the table. It was time for the first reveal. I bowed briefly, acting like a perfect lady, bending at the knee. I moved the cape slightly to the side and pulled the strings

did the first, and the point to remove the next layer of clothing arrived much sooner than I anticipated. The bidding was halted, once more, and I slowly pulled down the zipper on the

a dark-skinned man wearing a dark gray pinstripe suit and in his left hand, he carr

I lowered my head, while my posture briefly changed from a woman with her chin u

ent and better, and I found it a challenge to change. The man came up and stood in front of me. As I was standing in a submissive position, with my head down, all I could see were his legs and noticed that he

he heat I felt, I knew that I was blushing. I closed my eyes to find my self control, which I felt was slipping. I felt the touch of his

once again whispering. Some were more excited about having someone to train, while others were discouraged as they probably

the floor, revealing the corset. My breathing became even more erratic, and it wasn't surprising that my body was reacting to all the attention I was receiving. I already prepare

grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head up. I could

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turned as best as I could, seeing as I was on my knees. I turned slowly, showing the audience every p

onger running the show. It was the man in front of me. He brought his hand up to my chin and lifted it with more

with both hands, he caressed the curve of my breasts and down the sides of my body. When he reached my belly, he

ur corset."

ong to obey, he grabbed my hair and jerked my head back. I let out a moan of pain as I

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t I challenged him a second time, and I knew it. I chose this man to

ere finally released and bare for the pleased audience to see. In fluid determined movements, I first removed the corset from my right arm, and then my left, dropping it to the floor. Only then did the man le

down my neck and back. I was feeling ashamed yet I also felt pleasure at the same time, kn

submission at my own free will, because there was someone who was able to make me submit without having to resort to dubious means. Understanding this took

s on my thighs, palms down, and my head hung low. This proved to the audience that I kn

an's hand on my head, petting it. I shuddered thinking

et by way more than I could have ever expected. I had to stop myself from smiling, but I was sure that something

ed one more time. "Last bid from the Uranus booth! Going onc

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