Supermodel Slave Sale 2

This story needs to be in the Celebrities category, because it has a celebrity as the main character. But the main themes are domination, exhibitionism and a bit of sex toys.

As always any kind of feedback is welcome. Let me know if you liked this story and whether I should continue it.

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Candice felt excited for the upcoming fortnight. The performance during the show had been kinky, rather intense and somewhat humiliating. But also novel, arousing and had opened doors in her mind to places she did not know existed. The public exposure was completely different from the acts for which she had posed in the past. The pain and discomfort caused by some of the sex-toys were tolerable, but also arousing in an odd kind of way. The public orgasm was unlike anything the model had ever experienced. She had never felt so exposed and vulnerable, but the horniness was genuine and overshadowed any shame and discomfort.

Candice had no idea what her "buyer's" preferences were. On one hand she hoped that he would go easy on her, on the other she wanted to further explore the world of novel and exciting perversions. As a model she already was a bit of an exhibitionist, so she did not fear the public exposure. But how far could she go and still be comfortable with the experience?

The man who "bought", or rather "rented", Candice was called Michael. He was in his late forties and obviously rich enough to be able to spend four and a half million dollars just to spend two weeks with her. Fortunately for the model he was reasonably handsome and in great physical shape. She could tell that at the first glance, but would need time to learn about his sexual preferences.

The model knew they would be travelling, so she chose an outfit that was both sexy and practical on a hot, summer day. She put on a short, colourful, summer dress and strappy sandals on moderately tall heels.

Michael arrived at Candice's home to pick her up personally. Another car would come to gather her luggage, but he wanted to drive his prize himself. Not merely because he was a gentleman, which he actually was, but mostly to spend as much time with her as possible. Their greetings were casually friendly, with a kiss on both cheeks.

"That's a cute dress," Michael remarked, "but I have something even better for the occasion."

He opened the small trunk in his fancy convertible and pulled out... a bodystocking. It was whole golden, just like the model's lingerie during the show; it was also crotchless.

"Change into this," he handed Candice the item with a charming smile on his face, "I got a better pair of heels as well."

The shoes he pulled out were also strappy sandals, but they were golden and their heels were thirteen centimetres tall stilettos.

"Oh... okay," she replied, "I'll be right back."

"No. Do it here," Michael's smile broadened.

They were still in front of Swanepoel's house, a private place where no prying eyes could see them; they were outside nevertheless. As a model Candice was not a shy person by any means. She had posed topless or even fully naked in front of whole crews; the photos were later published. Michael's request... no, his command showed Candice the power dynamic between them and offered an example of his preferences.

The model matched his smile and began to strip. She did not have too many clothes on, just the dress and lingerie underneath, but she decided not to hurry and turn it into a minor striptease. Candice began to sway her lithe body to an unheard music, as she leisurely peeled off the straps of her dress. She might have been a model, not a stripper, but she knew how to move and flaunt her athletic body. Michael did not rush her; judging from his expression, he clearly appreciated her initiative and enjoyed the little spectacle. He stood motionlessly, with the remnants of a smile on his face. He was still holding the bodystockings in one hand and the heels in the other.

Candice slowly peeled off her dress and eventually let it fall onto the ground. The bra went off next, in an equally leisurely fashion, followed by panties. The set was sexy and made of lace, naturally a Victoria's Secret product. There was no way to take her shoes off in a sexy fashion, but the model had an idea. She turned with her back to Michael, then bent at the waist to unstrap the sandals. Once she straightened back up, he was considerate enough to open the car's door for her, so she could sit down and put the bodystocking on without getting her feet dirty. The process of dressing up in new clothes was not nearly as sexy, but Michael did not look disappointed. When Candice was putting the bodystocking on, he asked in a more serious voice.

"Are you familiar with the concept of a safe-word?"

"Yes. We had a whole BDSM training before the show."

"Of course. Silly me. While you're temporarily mine, I want to test your limits and hopefully expand them. But I also want to be absolutely sure that you're comfortable with everything. Most of the time you won't be gagged, so use the safe-word whenever you want me to stop or slow down. Okay?"

"Sure. Thanks for being so considerate and understanding," Candice replied equally seriously.

"We'll use the standard ones. Red for stop, Yellow for slow down."

"Okay," the model looked him in the face and nodded.

He offered her a hand for support, so she could comfortably put the new heels on.

"I have panties for you as well," Michael said, "but they'll need to wait a moment longer," he added with a devious smirk, "go to the front of the car and lean against the hood," there was a mischief in his voice, as if it was just a game they were playing; which was true to a certain extent.

Candice obediently followed his instructions. Even though she had only a few steps to make, she used her best catwalk stride. Heels were obviously not a problem for her, regardless of their height. She leaned forward and rested her palms on the hood. The position itself was moderately exposing, but the crotchlessness of her bodystocking and the lack of panties made her feel even more vulnerable. The gentle breeze that made the air fresh also enhanced the feeling.

"Part your legs wider and lean further forward," Michael instructed, thus increasing Candice's exposure and vulnerability even more.

She obeyed nevertheless. The man watched her from the back for a moment, then went to the car and returned carrying two small sex-toys and a bottle of lubricant. He placed the lube and an anal plug on the hood next to the model.

"Take it into your mouth and make sure that it's properly wet," he said, holding a ball with a string attached to it. She followed the instructions obediently.

Candice recognised the toy, it was a vibrating vaginal ball, one that could be controlled remotely; the vibrations would certainly make up for its small size. The string was there, so one could remove the toy from the vagina. As she sucked on the ball, Michael lubricated her anus; he was careful and diligent. Once he lubed up her orifice and the plug, he gently pushed the toy into her ass; she issued a soft groan. His palm remained between her legs and slid down to her vagina. Michael began to rub Candice's pussy lips and clitoris, his fingers moved softly and expertly. Soon she was moaning quietly, while she still held the ball inside of her mouth. He did not wait until she became properly moist, but eventually used the lube to make her pussy slippery enough. He then wiped his hands clean and took the toy from her mouth. He gently shoved it into her pussy, drawing another soft moan from her mouth; he did not turn the vibrations on just yet.

"You can stand straight now," Michael finally said, as he walked to the car to retrieve the final item - a thong.

"Here you go," he said as he handed it to Candice, "now you'll be fully dressed."

"Yes, fully," she replied with a smirk.

She put the thong on, creating at least an illusion of coverage. The panties, unlike the bodystocking, were not transparent, so her crotch was technically covered.

"Now you're ready, gorgeous," Michael said with a grin, "let's catch a plane."

Candice obviously had more luggage than just her dress, but the suitcases would not fit into the convertible. Another car arrived just in time to pick up her stuff. The driver greeted her politely, but also ogled her shamelessly as he loaded the suitcases into his car. The model naturally was not shy, certainly not in such a limited company. She suspected that a lot more people would get the chance to see her dressed in the golden bodystocking.

Michael and Candice got into his car. Before driving away he turned on the vibrating ball and plug; they were controlled via an app on his phone. He set a random program with low vibrations; they would turn on occasionally and tease the model for a while before turning back off. As he started the engine she issued a surprised moan, when the toys began to buzz inside of her. There was a forty to fifty minute drive to the airport, depending on the traffic. The latter was moderate, but the pair had to stop quite a few times on red lights. Candice attracted a lot of attention from pedestrians, other drivers and passengers. She decided to embrace her role right away and offered them all a bright smile to match her flashy outfit. The experience was slightly embarrassing. Wearing only lingerie on a catwalk or even being fully naked during a photoshoot was significantly different from flashing her breasts on a busy road; the coverage of the bodystocking was purely symbolic and caused her to feel even more exposed. This was not a controlled environment and the people watching her were strangers; it did not discourage the model though. The day was hot, so no clothes were necessary to remain warm. But the air flow during the ride chilled her down a bit and even caused her nipples to become erect.

Michael owned a private jet, so Candice expected that they would board the plane almost directly from the car. She was not fully surprised though, when he instead drove to the car park by the main terminal. 'Buying' a supermodel and not bragging about it in front of everyone seemed an awful waste of an opportunity. The location was not the only twist though. When Michael parked the car, he brought out one more prop, this one not as invasive, but at the same time less subtle. It was a black leather collar that had NAUGHTY written on it in large, golden (of course) letters. It had a ring at the front, because Michael also had a leash which was supposed to be attached there. Michael exited the car, then walked around it to open Candice's door. She might have been his 'slave', but he remained a gentleman. He offered her a hand and she gracefully stepped out of the car. There were other people in the car park and some of them noticed the model and how she was dressed; it was unlikely that anyone recognised her already though.

Michael carefully put the collar on Candice's neck, then attached the leash to it; she stood motionlessly in a sexy pose. She had agreed to participate in a 'BDSM experience', when she signed up for the "Supermodel Slave Sale", and since she was not a supporter of half-measures, she intended to collaborate with her 'owner' fully. Plus the model was beginning to enjoy the power dynamic, even though its public aspect still seemed somewhat shameful. Michael clearly had no malicious intentions and aimed for harmless, even if highly sexualised, fun. He also had everything meticulously planned. Candice did not fail to notice that he parked the car in a temporary space and left the keys in the ignition. Certainly someone would pick up the car, just like a driver had taken care of her luggage. This had an additional benefit for her - they did not have to walk far to reach the terminal.

There were more people around as the pair approached the large building. Some of them stopped to admire the view. One does not get a chance everyday to see a gorgeous woman, dressed only in lingerie, being led on a leash. Candice had a feeling that she was beginning to be recognised by some of the onlookers; some of them stopped to look, a few took out their phones to record the event. That did not cause her to suddenly become shy. She kept following Michael using her best catwalk stride. The clicking of her heels informed those who had not noticed her yet that there was something worth looking at. Michael was not walking too fast, nor was he pulling on the leash. He left her enough space so she could look sexy AND prove that she was an obedient girl.

There were even more people inside of the terminal and the clicking of Candice's heels sounded even louder on the stone pavement, as it echoed off the walls. People turned their heads, then opened their eyes and mouths wide. Some were bold enough to say "Hi" or give her compliments, but the interactions did not go beyond mere words. The model's 'owner' did not encourage anyone, but his whole demeanor looked inviting enough. Candice received plenty of compliments and accepted every one of them with a bright smile.

Michael was walking across the spacious interior without an apparent goal or at least Candice could not find one. He obviously was not heading for the check-in, because they had no tickets which needed to be checked. The model did not ponder on their destination, she was too preoccupied with being exposed. Candice was familiar with semi-public nudity or partial exposure. But in her work it was always a controlled environment and a selected audience; and she had never worn a collar with a leash, which as she was currently learning, made a great difference. To say that the experience was exciting would be an understatement. It stimulated parts of her brain which had remained mostly dormant her entire life. The sex toys inside of her orifices also increased the arousal, although Michael had turned the vibrations off. It would not look sexy, if Candice had missed her step or even stumbled, because a vibrator suddenly began to buzz.

Eventually an Airport Security Officer showed up. The model suspected that it would happen sooner or later and she hoped that Michael had a plan to get them out without any problems. She did not suspect what kind of plan he had actually put in motion.

"Ma'am," the guard began in a polite professional voice, he was addressing Candice specifically, "I'll have to ask you to come with me."

The model could not help but notice that he was quite handsome. He was also really tall and muscular, the kind of look one would expect from a VIP bodyguard, not a mere airport security officer. His voice and expression, still neutral and police, also did not exactly fit the issue he was supposed to be dealing with.

"We suspect that you might be carrying a concealed weapon and I'll have to search you up."

To his credit he managed to say it with a straight face, but Candice barely held back a burst of laughter; a smile came onto her face nevertheless. Michael's silence also confirmed that this was all staged, but after the ludicrous accusation she did not need any additional confirmation. With her 'owner' still leading her on a leash, they followed the officer into a 'SECURITY ONLY' room.

"Please, lean forward and put your hands on the table, ma'am," the guard instructed, astonishingly maintaining the same professional tone. If not for the context, the model would have believed him.

Michael unfastened the leash from her collar and stepped back.

"Part your legs wider, ma'am," the guard added, when she obediently assumed the position.

The millionaire picked this very moment to turn both vibrators on.

"Mhmm," Candice moaned audibly, as she spread her legs invitingly. The vibrations were slow, but the surprise itself was enough to cause the vocal reaction. She wished she could see the guard's face. It would be almost insulting, if he could manage to maintain his stoic approach.

The man squatted down behind the model and put his large palms on her left calf. Considering their size, his touch was surprisingly gentle as he softly caressed her nylon-covered skin. He was no longer pretending that this was a search, but he was even more diligent. At one point Michael turned the vibrations up slightly. The element of surprise was gone, but the overall arousal was building up within the model. Her screamer's nature was slowly beginning to show as well and occasional moans escaped from her mouth. The guard made sure that no spot on Candice's calf remained untouched, before he proceeded upwards to her thighs. Michael once again increased the speed of vibrations, causing her to moan louder. This seemed to encourage the guard, because the soft fondling began to gradually change into a more possessive groping. That in turn, paired with the relentless vibrations, increased the frequency and volume of the model's moans. The man's palms roamed over Candice's slender, yet firm, thigh. Occasionally he would gently caress her nylon-covered skin, other times he would squeeze it possessively; his touch was never too rough though. His fingers often reached higher and would sometimes touch her buttocks, but never ventured between her legs. Eventually the guard was done with Candice's left leg and proceeded to the right one, where he began the same routine. Michael slightly increased the vibrations, as the model was getting hornier. Her moans were becoming louder too, but this was still merely the foreplay phase of her noise-making.

Apart from controlling the sex-toys Michael remained passive and simply enjoyed the spectacle. Candice could see his reflection in a large mirror on the wall in front of her. He was leaning against the wall with a lustful smile on his face. The guard continued to grope the model's right leg, accompanied by her audible moans. For now their intensity remained constant, apparently Candice required a different kind of stimulation to get to another level.

The guard was not done with her yet though. When he was finally satisfied with his treatment of her legs, he proceeded to her buttocks. Here he abandoned gentleness, groping and kneading the firm flesh possessively; again he never became too rough. The man also stayed away from Candice's pussy, but this time he poked the anal plug every now and then. The toy might have been small, but it was vibrating constantly, even a minor poke pushed it slightly deeper. The first such touch caused the model to issue a soft, but high-pitched cry. When it happened for the second time her reaction was more limited, but she could never fully ignore it and remained vocal.

The man spent as much time playing with Candice's booty as he had with both thighs combined. But eventually he stopped and stood up. She could now see his face in the mirror and was satisfied with the sight. He was visibly blushed and his breath quickened; she could also see the lust in his gaze. He was obviously enjoying his task and the model treated his reaction as a compliment. The guard was still not done though.

Without saying a word he leaned forward and wrapped his muscular arms around Candice's chest. He grabbed her perky breasts and pulled her upright. He pressed her against his own massive chest, as he began to fondle her boobs. Michael used this moment to increase the vibrations, this time more significantly; she issued a loud high-pitched cry. The noise serves as a symbol that she entered a new level of arousal during the unorthodox foreplay. Absent-mindedly the model pressed her buttocks into the guard's crotch. In her sky-high heels she was of the same height as him, so her booty was aimed precisely at his penis. It was clearly erect and pleasantly sizable. Candice wiggled her buttocks to tease him further, now fully consciously. He returned the favour by poking her erect nipples and rolling them between his fingers. The guard held her firmly and close to him, as his hands alternated between groping her tits and playing with her nipples. Candice's breasts were perky and firm, but not big enough to fill the man's large palms; that did not discourage him in the least. Her groans on the other hand encourage him to intensify his actions. He pressed his crotch into her wiggling booty and the pair continued to tease each other in this fashion for a moment.