Chapter 3It was several months later when I heard, “Oh, my loving God! Why is she doing this?”
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Look at this!” She turned her laptop so I could see it. There was an advertisement for an auction to be held in two weeks to benefit the Pride Clinic in Baltimore. Right on top, in the middle of the page, was an advertisement under the massive JUST ANNOUNCED! Auction Special: Flog-a Dom! A once in a lifetime opportunity: maybe your only chance to strike back. Master Allen Fortren and Mistress JuliAnn Clayton will bare their backs to the highest bidder. Help the Clinic and live your wildest fantasy. Opening bids start at five thousand dollars. Seats to observe these phenomena will also be sold for two hundred and fifty dollars each.
“Mistress JuliAnn Clayton? Wasn’t sh
