The BDSM Slave Auction at Elysium
An account of part of my evening at Elysium, Club Celestial last Saturday.
It’s late on a Saturday night as I make my way up the stairs into the dimly lit, top chamber of Celestial Studios. It is an enormous space, lined with a kind of dark rattan, emanating a sultry sensuousness. It’s like entering a sacred place. The music is vibey, it softly throbs while a smoke machine occasionally lets out a burst ensuring an ethereal fog sits low on the ground. The space is filled with elaborate, scary, metal bondage equipment, every shape to contort a body. The pièce de résistance is the huge, raised cage in the centre of the room… and the delights it holds. Inside are eight slaves, four female, four male, mostly naked, all standing. Some face in, some out, each with a small hessian sack on their head.
About thirty to forty people are mingling around the room, gorgeous couples, dominas with slaves on leashes crawling behind them or being used as footstools. A leather-clad master is already trying out one of the metal contraptions which he has his delectable female slave attached to, while he invites his female accomplice to torment her. Tonight is Elysium, a night of celebration to honour the god Bacchus, a night of hedonism and carnality. As such everyone is scantily dressed in kinky togas and leather gladiator tunics. (Men do look so hot in those leather strip kilts and shoulder togas.)
I am joined by Miss Suzanna Maxwell resplendent in a gold embroidered see-through dress. We decide we are going to inspect the merchandise and make our way round the cage. Instructing each of the slaves in turn to show themselves off to us. Some we humiliate making them pull down their undies so we can fully inspect and discuss their nakedness & genitals. We make one of the luscious slave girls press her pierced nipples up against the cage, flicking them. It’s an excellent stable of slaves on offer this evening, some very prime rump!
The epitome of a powerful slave master, Mr Cage (a world class Male Dominant,) in his leather Centurion breastplate and thongs, steps forward from the dimly lit fog and the building anticipation, as the master of ceremonies.
“Friends, dommes and kinkymen…” he begins, as he takes charge of the slave auction. Each slave is taken in turn from the cage and put on a small pedestal in the middle of this darkened room under a light. The hood is removed and any remaining clothes, next their favoured BDSM proclivities and limits were read out. They were then questioned by the audience on what they had to offer any potential owners. The bidding then started amongst the cat calling and erotic humiliation from the charged crowd.
Sounds a great night hopefully will see some photo,s
It sounds like heaven to.me I would.love to be sold and used at one of these
Imagine being the slave that was sold to Mistress Suzanna, Once she is done using and abusing you, You’re passed down to Mistress Sidonia and left at the mercy of her whip. Literally a dream come true.
Mistress,
I read with a progressing erection your account of the slave auction at Elysium.
Your description of the scene, the slaves and their attire, and the bidding was sublime.
Capped off, of course, by the centurion’s fuck of the slave girl, overseen by Miss Suzanna.
Hedonism such as this is a piece of high culture, which its refined practitioners are fortunate to indulge themselves.
From my own viewpoint I read your account with the wonderful sensation of a stiffening cock, as I visualised in my own head the scene, the slaves, the excitement and anticipation of the auction, and the debauchery thereafter.
In my own journey as a slave slut I would of course love to participate at some future date in an event such as this or obviously in any way you ordain.
I serve always in whatever capacity you wish and will endeavour to sate your appetites to the best of my ability.
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