Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 56620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
A web portal loads.
It's simple. Clean. Almost clinical in its design. White background. Black text. No branding. No logos. Just a header at the top that reads:
Triple X-Mas Auction
Confidential Participant Agreement
Below that, a single line:
Logged in as: Access Code 847-SK-2847
Not my name.
Just a code.
Anonymous.
That should make me feel better. It doesn't.
Because beneath the login confirmation is a form. Multiple pages, judging by the scroll bar on the right side. Fields and checkboxes and sections with headers like Physical Description, and Limits And Boundaries, and Medical History.
At the very bottom, a note in smaller text:
This form requires approximately 3 hours to complete.
Three hours?
Three hours of my life to fill out a form that will determine whether some anonymous stranger pays twenty thousand dollars to... what?
Fuck me?
Own me?
Use me for twenty-four hours in ways I can't even fully imagine?
This is when I notice there's another timer. They are not fucking around about the three hours.
It's already counting down…
Chapter 5
Scarletta
The form is organized into sections with clinical precision. Each one more invasive than the last.
Part I: Psychological Profile
Answer all questions honestly and completely. Your responses will be shared with potential buyers to ensure compatible matching.
My stomach drops.
Shared with buyers. Plural.
Which means multiple people will read whatever I write here. Multiple strangers will know things about me I've never told anyone. Things I barely admit to myself.
You write about this stuff online, I remind myself. Thousands of people have read your darkest fantasies.
But that's different. Those are stories. Fiction. Characters who aren't me.
This is... this is me.
Question 1: Describe your darkest sexual fantasy in detail. What about it arouses you?
I stare at the text box. Cursor blinking. Waiting.
The smart thing would be to lie. Give them something generic. Something that doesn't expose the twisted parts of my brain.
But they're paying me twenty thousand dollars minimum. They want honesty.
And maybe—maybe I want someone to finally know.
I start typing.
I read it back.
Delete it.
Retype almost the exact same thing.
Delete it again.
Just fucking write it. They already have your bank account information. What's a little soul-baring compared to that?
I type it a third time and force myself to move on before I can second-guess.
Question 2: What is your relationship with shame regarding your sexual desires?
Oh, we're just diving right into the deep end, aren't we?
Question 3: Have you ever wanted to be watched without your knowledge or permission? Why does this appeal to you?
Question 4: Describe a time you felt most vulnerable during a sexual or intimate experience. What made it significant?
My vision blurs.
I'm not crying. I'm just tired.
Liar.
Question 5: What role does fear play in your arousal? Be specific.
Be specific. As if the general answer wouldn't be damning enough.
I'm a therapist's wet dream at this point.
Or nightmare. Probably nightmare.
Question 6: Have you ever fantasized about someone manipulating circumstances to get close to you? Describe this fantasy.
What the fuck kind of question—
I stare at it.
Read it again.
Someone manipulating circumstances.
This is either the most insightful psychological profiling I've ever seen, or whoever wrote this questionnaire has access to my brain.
Neither option is comforting.
Question 7: What is your experience level with BDSM practices? What have you tried? What have you only imagined?
Finally, a straightforward question.
Question 8: Describe your ideal dominant partner. What qualities matter most?
I could write a dissertation on this.
I write a paragraph instead. Essentially describing a fictional character. Because men like that don't exist in real life.
You're about to find out if they do.
Shut up, brain.
Question 9: What are you hoping to gain from this experience? Be honest.
They keep saying "be honest" like I might be tempted to lie.
I'm past lying at this point. I've already confessed to wanting to be manipulated and watched without consent. What's a little financial desperation on top of that?
There.
The pathetic truth in all its glory.
Question 10: What is your greatest fear about participating in this auction?
I almost laugh.
My greatest fear?
How much time do they have?
I hit enter before I can delete it.
The form advances to the next section.
Part II: Experience & Availability Menu
Select all activities you consent to during your contracted period. Compensation is cumulative based on selections. All activities are optional.
Holy shit, it's a menu.
A literal menu of sex acts with price tags attached.
Base Compensation (Mandatory): $20,000 ✓ Agreed
And below that, categories. Tiers. Like I'm ordering appetizers at a restaurant except the appetizers are various forms of sexual degradation.
Tier 1: Foundational Activities ($500 each)
The list includes things I've already tried. Things that seem almost quaint compared to what I've written about.
Light bondage. Spanking. Blindfolds. Orgasm control. Temperature play.
I check them all.
Five hundred dollars each.
That's... that's twenty-five hundred dollars for things I've fantasized about anyway.
You're selling yourself.
I'm selling my time. And my consent. Which is mine to sell.
The justification sounds hollow even in my own head.
847-Sk-2847 Tier 1 Total: $2,500
The number appears at the bottom of the section, updating automatically.
Twenty-two thousand five hundred total now.