Auctioned Domination

Indecent Proposal

I look up in shock when the auctioneer calls out my name. I am not supposed to be on the list of bachelors to be bid on. It's probably one of my girls who put my name in. I say my girls but most of them are eighteen like me, I am their assistant coach. I landed that extra-curricular activity when I suggested removing one of the strikers and putting a deep-lying midfielder to give the fullback a more attacking role thus stretching our opponent's team. To this day I still don't understand why the coach listened to me but that decision changed our female football's team season completely.

I am not a sports aficionado, my interest lies in comic books, mangas, gaming, mythologies, anything Sci-Fi and Fantasy some horror but I am a Johnson. In the Johnson household, we watch the beautiful game. Mom doesn't have a favourite team, Dad is a Liverpool fan, my older sister supports Manchester United just to annoy him, and my little sister is a Messi fan so right now she's an Inter Miami fan while I enjoy teams that play possession game like FC Barcelona, Manchester City, Arsenal, PSG, and AC Milan to name a few. I enjoy the tactical side of football as well as the game itself.

I always wanted to understand the manager's choices when lining up his team, player movements, substitution, and things like that. I figured out some of the reasoning on my own but delved into tactical YouTube videos to understand more. That is why I have some knowledge of positional play, gegenpressing, transitional play, and pitch stretching. I also know the uses of inverted fullbacks, false nine, regista, and double pivots. I don't know enough to manage a team but it is apparently enough to take our school's team to the semi-finals for the very first time. The season is not over yet but it is still considered an achievement.

I used to be an outcast but I didn't mind that because I had my two besties with me. Now that I am the assistant coach the girls hang out with me a lot some more than others since they want to improve their game by better understanding football. This put me on the radar, I was a nobody now schoolmates are recognizing me. I don't like it; I like being somewhat invisible as being in the limelight is too much pressure. Thankfully I am only recognized and not popular.

I contemplate not going on stage but the money made today is going to charity so I take a calming breath and walk to the stage. Some of the girls from the team give me a thumbs up and encouraging smiles as I make eye contact with them while heading to the stage. I tell the auctioneer that I can offer my help tutoring. I am not the most intelligent of the school but I am well above average. I try to mask my shock as the bids shoot up, I might have been wrong. The number of girls bidding on me suggests that I probably am popular.

The crowd goes silent when someone shouts two thousand. I turn my head toward the sound and am surprised to see Madison Martinez with her paddle up. She is the vice-head cheerleader of our school and also one of the wealthiest people I know. Her grandfather is the CEO of Martinez Inc. and her father is in charge of its branch in our country. She is rich, pretty, smart, and surprisingly not a spoiled brat. She makes me think of an heir groomed to rule with compassion. Someone in the crowd tries to lift their paddle but she gives them a warning look.

The bid closes and the other bachelors come out for a photo for the school magazine. I feel out of place with all the athletic guys from the swim team, the basketball team, the rugby team... We all break off to meet with those who 'bought' us. The team intercepts me, some of them apologize for secretly putting my name in others congratulate me on being the most expensive bachelor. I exchange a few words with them before making my way to my buyer.

"You don't actually need a tutor, do you?" I ask.

"Not really," she replies in a sultry voice, "but you can give me something no one else can," she whispers in my ear before lightly blowing on it. I swallow loudly which makes her giggle, "nine thirty tomorrow my place," she says, slipping a note into my inner pocket before leaving. I admit my eyes are glued to her behind, hypnotized by the swinging of her hips as she walks away. It is to be expected since the tight blue dress she is wearing accentuates her curves.

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I check my watch it's twenty past nine and I'm already at her front door. According to her note, she lives in a house in the Southside. I assumed she would be living in a mansion in an upscale neighbourhood. This is probably a practical solution to attend school. It is still more luxurious than my middle-class block. The front yards are immaculate not even a single sprout of grass overgrows. The houses differ from one another in their architectural styles blending modern and traditional homes perfectly.

Her house is a sleek combination of concrete, steel, and glass. The roof is flat, featuring large overhangs, and solar panels integrated discreetly into the structure. Didn't know her family cared about the environment but then again her father is pushing forward greener technologies. Expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, framed in dark, industrial-inspired steel. The front door is an oversized pivot door crafted from a combination of metal and wood. Her front porch features modern, low-profile furniture. I ring the doorbell and take a few steps back feeling out of my depth here.

I am stunned when she opens the door a few minutes later. She is wearing comfy ample clothes and yet still she radiated sensuality. Her attire is simple but captivating, gently following the contours of her body. She is probably one of the very few effortlessly beautiful people. Her hair is tied up in a ponytail letting her sumptuous neck breathe. Her flawless complexion radiates thanks to the sunlight. Even though she is barefoot her legs look as long as ever. She clears her throat and I jump a little looking at her face. Our eyes meet and I recognize a glint of pride and a little mischief in them.

"Come in once you're done admiring," she says with a smirk.

"Sorry!" I say walking inside.

"Welcome to my humble abode," she says opening her arms showcasing the interior of her house.

"That's humble, all right," I mumble sarcastically.

"What," she asks.

"Nothing," I reply, "so, what do you need me to do?" I change the subject.

"You're a bit early so I'm not ready yet," she replies, "you can snoop around while waiting for me," she tells me as she walks up the metal stairs. I look around the living room, the far wall is littered with books from Dune to the most recent interpretation of the art of war. The left wall overlooks an office, and to the right, there is a large sliding door that separates the indoor pool and the living room. I dare not leave the room afraid I might get lost so I sit on the sofa looking around amazed at how big this house is.

"Can you close your eyes please," she shouts from up the stairs.

"Is that really necessary," I shout back.

"No... but it might ruin the surprise.".

Now I'm confused I am supposed to do something for her, why is she surprising me with something, I reluctantly close my eyes, "Okay, they are closed.".

"No peaking," she says as she comes down the stairs, her high heels make the metal resonate. I put my hand on my eyes so as not to be tempted into peaking. The resonance of the metal steps finally came to a stop and changed into soft footsteps on the fluffy carpet of the living room. I succumb to the temptation and peak for a fraction of a second. I only notice her red stilettos, an elegant brown coat, and her holding something in front of her. I smell a faint flowery fragrance as a gentle breeze passes through the room. My heart is racing, I wonder what kind of surprise she has in store for me.

"Okay, you can open them now," she says exhilarating. I cautiously open my eyes and am met with an unexpected sight. Her rose gold highlighted brown hair flows freely in a cascade of curls past her shoulders, she seems to be only wearing the coat, and the silver tray she is holding holds a ring gag, a spanking paddle, and a satin blindfold. Her ruby-red lips curve up into an excited smile. "Choose wisely," she says in a whispery voice like the Grail knight in the movie.

"What if I don't choose at all?" I ask, standing up.

"It'll defeat the whole purpose," she whines condescendingly, "I'm sorry, that was bratty of me," she apologizes immediately, I must have given her a look.

"Why me?" I question, approaching her.

"I saw an opportunity and seized it," she answers like it should be obvious. I raise my eyebrow at her, "I know you; you're always calm and collected, you're dependable and creative, and your time as assistant coach showcased your adaptability and self-awareness.".

"I'm guessing the ring gag is for oral fixation stuff, the paddle for SM stuff, and the blindfold for sensation play," I say pointing at the several items she is holding.

"How could I forget the high intelligence," she adds with a smile.

"Says the genius hiding as a below-top student," I reply sarcastically.

Her smile grows bigger, "so, you've noticed me too," she boasts.

"I'm a good observer, I notice things others might not," I start, she grows giddy, "unwillingly in your case," I emphasize to take her down a few notches. "Why are you not looking at me?" I ask, realizing she hasn't looked at me since she came down. I move around trying to catch her eye.

"A sub should always look down in the presence of her dom," she answers.

"What makes you think I'm going to be your dom?" I remark.

"What?" she shouts panicked, looking at me. "Why?" she adds, her hazel eyes pleading.

"Martinez, I am not a dom," I answer.

"I just listed some of your traits that are found in good doms," she affirms, "besides you knew what these were so you already have some knowledge which means..."

"Which means nothing," I interrupt.

"I'm just a girl offering herself up as an outlet to evacuate stress," she states, as I sit back down and slouch down, "and it grants me release too," she continues, putting the plater on the coffee table, "listen, there is no pressure, take as long as you need to make a decision," she reassures me, kneeling between my legs.

I am afraid, afraid of her proposal, afraid of liking it, afraid of delving too deep into this, afraid of messing something up and losing everything. She is right I have some knowledge which means I'm interested in BDSM. I often fantasize about having a submissive girl trusting me to take charge of her kinks and limits. Fantasies are easy, nothing goes wrong in a fantasy. I confess I pictured us into different scenarios the moment I saw the content of the silver platter but this is reality. Reality is often disappointing, especially when you've been fantasizing about something for a long time. Is the risk worth it?

"Show yourself to me," I order, surprising myself at how domineering I sound.

Martinez gets on her feet and takes a few steps back. She turns around facing away from me, untying it, and letting it down her left shoulder slowly. Martinez turns her face a little toward the light coming through the indoor pool and into the living room. Her other shoulder is exposed in the same fashion. Is she naked under there, I do not see any straps. I wet my lips when the coat reaches the middle of her back. Her skin is immaculate with no blemishes, and no marks of any kind. The coat halts barely above her butt, she leans forward and arches her back a little. The cursed garment finally falls to the ground taking my breath away.

Martinez spins around, letting me see her in all her glory. God is a woman and she is right in front of me or maybe it's the devil tempting me with a vision of divine beauty. No! I should not put her on a pedestal, that's not what I am here for. This girl, correction this woman, donning red lacy lingerie with matching garter belt and stockings wants me to dominate her. Her bra is not covering anything, only pushing her mouth-watering breasts up. Her lightly toned stomach is perfectly framed by her garter belt and her bra. Her heels make her booty pop. This is bad, the sensual visuals are already making my pants feel tight I will not be able to make a rational decision.

I lightly tap my lap with both of my hands and Martinez seductively makes her way to me and sits facing me. "Like what you see, heh," Martinez boasts when she feels my hard-on press against her. I breathe out trying to calm myself, "was my little show to your satisfaction Daddy," she frowns at the sight of my disgusted expression at what she calls me, "you don't like it?" she asks in a small voice.

"I'd rather be called master," I reply.

"So, you've decided then," Martinez grins.

"Option number four," I announce.

A scream of joy erupts from Martinez, she jumps up and almost skips to her discarded coat on the rug. She takes something out of one of its pockets she kneels again. A thin leather collar, ornate with rubies with a heart-shaped ring hanging in the front is presented to me. "Ownership," Martinez states, her face reflecting her neediness. I take the collar and she pulls her long luscious hair up. I place the collar around her neck not securing it yet, "I, Madison Martinez..." she starts.

"Woah! Why are you making a pledge already?" I interrupt.

"Sorry... I got a little excited," Martinez admits.

"This is a one-time thing, I do this for my auction service and then it's over," I announce.

"It doesn't have to be," Martinez pleads, looking up at me with sad doe eyes.

"Doe eyes don't really work on me sorry," I comment.

"I promise I'll be good," Martinez adds her tone reminiscing of a little girl promising obedience to her parents.

"You don't even know if I'll be good," I counter.

"You've already shown potential," Martinez retorts. "You knew about option number four even if it was not explicit meaning there is some sort of connection here," she adds pointing at me and her as she finishes her sentence. I breathe out through my mouth loudly, closing my eyes my face turned to the sky. I look back at her, Martinez is on all four, eagerly awaiting an order. Something snaps in place within me at the sight of this.

I get to her level sitting on my legs, "you talk only when addressed," she nods letting me continue without interruption, "mango to slowdown sushi to stop, if you can't talk, two quick taps to slowdown and three quick ones to stop," I announce, "I doubt you will need it though," I add in a softer tone, "lead me to your room," I command.

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Martinez is trying to impress me, crawling up the metallic stairs even though I told her she didn't have to do it because I knew it would be hard on her knees. She stays on all fours in front of a white wooden door, waiting for me to open it. I turn the door handle, curious and apprehensive about what I will find inside. The room is mostly what you would expect a wealthy vice-head cheerleader's bedroom to look like. Bright and cheerful but all around this colourful bubbly room I find memorabilia of popular films as well as posters of classic movies. The sci-fi and fantasy stuff stands out to me.

"Favorite Sith?" I ask approaching the Star Wars figurines on her bookshelf.

"Legends or Canon?" Martinez questions.

"Hmm... let's go with canon," I reply, hiding how impressed I am that she knows this.

"Darth Maul," Martinez answers.

"Is that the one ring," I ask, my attention shifting to a ring displayed on her dressing table.

"Yes, master," Martinez replies. I turn to look at her and notice that she is on her hands and knees in the ready-to-please position. I trail my eyes along her body quickly, trying to keep my arousal in check.

"Morgoth or Sauron," I ask trying to seem nonchalant.

"Sauron..." Martinez begins which elicits a small smile on my face, her answer means she only knows the popular stuff. "Because he was more versatile than his master Morgoth, he did manipulate the elves to create the rings of power," Martinez adds rendering my logic mute.

"You're a Marvel girl," I say with a little disdain. I love Marvel do not get me wrong but Marvel girls do not know shits about comic books but because they watched the MCU they think Marvel comics are the only comics that exist.

"I'm sorry I do not know enough about DC, WildStorm, Dark Horse, and Image comics but you could teach me, Master," Martinez says meekly.

Seriously, I thought. Every time I think I have a read on her she proves me wrong. "Yeah... no, this is a one-time thing remember."

"Have I not been good till now Master," Martinez asks her voice breaking a little.

I roll my eyes; I have nothing against her but getting involved with her will change my life drastically. The change that happened because of my assistant coach position is already too much. I'm a man of the shadows, I value anonymity and privacy way more than my peers. Becoming the regular dom of one of the most popular girls in school would defeat that whole purpose. That is why I am resolved to only do this once, if Martinez hadn't paid for me at the charity auction, I wouldn't have come here. I move to sit on her bed but decide otherwise at the last second and sit in her desk chair.

I drag the chair away from her desk a little after taking her Bluetooth speaker with me. I connect to it and make a quick YouTube search; I find the song I'm looking for. To be honest, what I do is a little petty, I press play and lean back into the chair expecting her to give me a lap dance to the music of Cold Fire in Rain without instructing her to. Martinez surprises me yet again by getting on her feet and dancing seductively for me as the first note comes out of the speakers. She approaches me undulating her body to exude the maximum sensuality.

I am a fool if I do not admit that there is a connection between us. We don't know each other; I've spoken more to her in the span of these two days than our entire school years. Yet she immediately knows what I want from her without me voicing it out. Martinez sits on my lap grinding her ass against me in perfect rhythm to the music. She leans against me arching her back and placing my hands on her body letting me know she has no intention of only teasing me. My left-hand trails up her body to find her boobs while my right hand makes its way toward her panty-covered pussy.

Martinez is aroused, her panties are soaked, and her nipples are hard. I am aroused too, her scent, her movements, and her body is driving me wild but I stay in control. If she knows what she does to me she would have an advantage. I gently tap her leg and she changes position to face me. She presses her forehead against mine, grinding her pussy against my right leg. I caress her flat stomach making small circles around her navel (which for some reason is sexy) before moving up to her bosom. She tosses her bra away so that I can grope her breast.

I look into Martinez's eyes and see pure lust in them. She is biting her lips; I assume she is restraining herself from attacking my mouth with hers. I lean into her and lick her upper lips. Martinez does not take the bait though but her breathing gets heavier. She closes her eyes and swallows loudly, if anyone told me that during my senior year Madison Martinez would be giving me a lap dance and would struggle to control herself from going further, I would think that person was insane. I grab her hips firmly and she stops grinding, her responses to my non-verbal cues are amazing.

"Look at me," I whisper, she shivers a little as my hot breath hits her. Martinez tentatively opens her eyes. I smile at her wickedly then press my lips gently to hers. She breathes out slowly trying to calm herself. I think she knows that if she breaks, I will use that as an excuse to not do this again. She is trying too hard and I love it. I dart my tongue out lightly grazing hers, she tries to close her mouth on it but I retract quickly. I keep teasing her with very soft kisses as my hands explore her body, caressing softly and grabbing her butt and breasts harshly. The contrast between the actions of my mouth and hands makes her whimper and whine in pleasure.