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This story contains sexual themes, words, and situations.  If you are under 21,
go away.  If you don't like this sort of stuff, go away.

If you like this, please email me.  I am thinking about writing a sequel. 
Short, of course.  I get bored easily.  :)

Please do not post this or repost it anywhere without my permission.  Got it?



The Auction M/f, Mdom


She tossed her long golden brown hair back.  It streamed in gentle waves to
just above her waist.  He just knew that if she bent forward at the waist, the
strands would fall forward and cover her full breasts.  She was wearing a black
patent leather bustier.  It had garters at the end of it, and they were
attached to sheer black stockings.  A matching black patent leather G-string
covered her vulva, leaving the round globes of her bottom open to his gaze.
She stood tall on three inch black heels and held her head high.  She knew that
she was attractive to him.  She knew that he took pride in her appearance.  She
knew that he wanted her to present herself well.

This was her first slave auction.  She had been his submissive for over a year
now, and they had explored her limits.  She had gotten used to sitting at his
feet.  She had accustomed herself to serving him first, and then waiting for
his encouraging nod before serving herself.  She had familiarized herself with
his every sexual desire and learned how to satisfy him.  In doing these things,
she found herself fulfilled in a way that she had never dreamed was possible.
It was second nature to her now.  She knew that he would never allow her to be
physically damaged.  Well, there were the welts from the floggings or canings
when she misbehaved.  But she kind of liked them.  The pain that emanated from
the spankings brought her a curious kind of pleasure that she had never known
existed before he had shown her the excitement to be found in it.  

He had trained her well, he noted, as he saw her look anxiously around the
room.  Some men had beaten all spirit out of their slaves.  He could tell which
ones by the way they slumped on the stage.  Heads down, eyes never rising about
waist level.  He would never want to do that to the vibrant woman that was his
slut.  She was every bit as intelligent as he was.  He liked the curiosity she
showed when he would bring out a new toy to use on her.  She shied away from
the cane...he knew that he had been rather harsh when he introduced her to it,
but it served well as a punishment tool.  If she disobeyed him, she knew what
would be the result.  At least ten lashes with the cane, and no orgasms for a
week.  He smiled to himself.  The deprivation of the sexual satisfaction was
probably the real deterrent to her.  She experienced multiple orgasms on a
regular basis, and if she didn't get at least three or four orgasms a day, she
got a little petulant.  That week-long punishment was hard for both of them.
She would go through phases.  First she would beg forgiveness, then she would
pout, then she would get downright bitchy, and then she would tell him that she
understood her mistake and that she would never repeat it.  So far he had only
used the cane on her three times.  And sure enough, she never repeated the
behavior that earned her those punishments.

She looked around at the faces, searching for him.  She wondered how on earth
she was allowing herself to stand here.  To be auctioned off to the highest
bidder for the night.  She was basically a monogamous person, and the thought
of being used by an unknown man, or woman, for the next ten hours was scaring
her.  Still, he wanted her to do this, and she would make him proud.  She knew,
however, that she wouldn't be able to come for anyone else.  Her heart, and
soul, and her orgasms, belonged to him.  Always.  

She heard the bidding begin on her.  The auctioneer had her turn slowly for the
crowd, and she did so, focusing her large brown eyes on the walls slightly
above the audiences heads.  As she turned 180 degrees, the auctioneer stopped
her, by touching her on her ass.  His hand slipped over the generous curve of
her bottom cheeks, and he sharply slapped her.  She felt the heat from the
slap, although it wasn't very painful, it had surprised her.  She maintained
her posture with difficulty.  Her back was straight and her hands locked behind
her neck, presenting herself with pride.  The crowd grew quiet after the first
slap, and she heard bids being yelled from men and women.  The auctioneer
commanded her to continue turning, and she did so.  She faced the crowd once
again, and she scanned through it anxiously.  There were scantily clad dommes
and slaves, and some of the male doms were in head to toe leather.   Some wore
some kind of chain harnesses.  Some of the male subs were naked but for a cock
ring.  And then there were the people who looked like they had walked in off
the street and were in regular street clothes.  Quite a mixture of people,
although she knew that they were all into the scene...this was a private
party/auction after all, her master had assured her.

She felt the auctioneer's hand reach up to her breasts and he unzipped the
zipper that crossed the bra cup of her bustier.  Her tits were barely confined
in the patent leather as it was, and when the zipper gave way, her nipple burst
through.  It was erect, she noted idly.  The auctioneer pinched it firmly and
pulled on it, pulling the entire areola through the split-open bra cup.  She
heard the bids continue.  She caught snippets of conversation drifting up to
her.  "Too uppity for a slave" "Wish I could clamp those nipples" "Want her to
lick my pussy till I can't come anymore" 

She drifted off into a daydream where she was being flogged on her ass in front
of all of these people.  In the dream her tits were clipped to a rope that was
attached to her clit.  And every time she was thwacked with the flogger, she
would jump, and that pulled her nipples.  In the dream her master (mistress?)
for the evening inserted a butt plug deep into her ass, filling her up.  Her
long hair was bound in a ponytail and pulled until she arched her back,
stretching her clamped nipples.  Then, somehow, that ponytail was attached to
the butt plug.  No matter what way she moved, either her nipples were pulled
on, or her butt plug would move just a tiny bit.  And she loved it.  

She was jolted back into reality by the slam of the gavel on the block and the
auctioneer proclaiming loudly, "SOLD".

Her master sighed as he saw who had won the bidding.  Well, he had wanted her
to go through with this.  Now he supposed he would have to wait and see if she
would return to him after this long night was over, or if he had lost her
forever.

A tall man she had never seen before was waiting at the side of the podium.
"Come, my dear, we have a long night ahead of us," he told her in a deep voice
as he handed her down.

He snapped a leather collar around her neck and attached a leash to it.  He
began to lead her away from the crowd towards a doorway that led to another
room, she guessed.  They entered the room and he shut the door.  He sat in a
large chair and gestured to the floor, and she gracefully sank to her knees
before him.

"Now, I am sure you are wondering what I am going to do with you for the rest
of the night," he began, smiling down at her as he ran his hand through her
long hair.  

He had blue eyes, she noted.  And his smile was nice.  She began to relax.  He
didn't seem like a monster.  She smiled back, "Well," she started.  And stopped
as his hand pulled her hair hard and the smile disappeared from his face.

"Did I give you permission to speak, slut?" he asked in an icy cold tone.  When
she sat mute, he pulled on her hair again, tilting her head up to look into her
eyes.  "Did I?"

"No, sir.  I am sorry.  I... I... I just thought.." 

"THAT is your problem, slut.  You THOUGHT.  I do not want you to think again
until our time is over.  You will not speak, unless I ask you a direct
question.  You are mine for this night.  I will do whatever I want with you.
Do you understand?"

She looked up at him.  There was no smile on his face.   "Yes.  Yes, sir.  I
understand."

"Good," he smiled again, and unraveled his hand from her hair.  "Now, look
across from us and into the mirror."

She did as instructed and saw that the entire wall facing them was one huge
mirror.  She could see their reflections.  He was seated in a comfortable
chair, and was wearing a black t-shirt and black pants.  She, clad in her
bustier and stockings, at his feet.  They made a nice looking couple, she
thought.  But he wasn't her master.  And she hoped that she could please him,
because she was scared of what he would do if she didn't.

He leaned forward and licked her ear as he whispered.  "Do you like the way you
look, slut?  You look delicious.  I want to eat you up.  I am going to make you
come like no one has ever made you come before.  I am going spank you, flog
you, whip you, clamp you, and anything else that I can think of.  You are going
to be so mesmerized by pain and pleasure that you are going to beg me to be
your master forever.  Now, stand up."

She stood and stared at herself in the mirror.  He rose behind her and reached
around and cupped her breasts.  "Do you like to have your tits played with,
slut?  Do you like to have them pulled on, massaged, sucked, whipped?  I am
going to do all of that to you tonight." He deftly undid the chains that acted
as straps of her bustier.  He pulled the top down, exposing her DD breasts in
all of their glory.  They were pale white, with dark rose colored nipples that
were about the size of a half dollar.  He pinched them until they rose to meet
his attention.  

She was losing herself in the feelings.  She loved breast play.  She adored
having her nipples stroked and pulled.  Her eyes drifted closed, and suddenly
his hands left her.  Her eyes flew wide, and she saw him, in the mirror.  He
was reaching into a black bag and withdrew a shiny chain.  She knew what it
was.

He smiled at her in mirror and walked across the room.  He stood about a foot
from the mirrored wall and told her, "Over here, slut.  Come over here.  You
know you want this as much as I want to give it to you.  Come and get it."

And she did.  She took the ten or so steps that she needed to be facing him.
He once again went behind her and he pulled her hair so she was looking in the
mirror.  His eyes met hers, and she felt like she was falling under a spell.
"Such a pretty slut, aren't you?" he crooned in her ear.  "You have the most
gorgeous tits, my dear, and I am going to take care of them for you.  You want
that, don't you?  You want me to make you feel good, don't you, slut?"

"Yes....Yes...."  She stammered. "Please, make me feel good."

He smiled at her, and whispered, "Very good, slut.  And now for your reward."
He reached around her and fixed the alligator clip to her right nipple.  He
smiled again at her indrawn breath.  "That's one.  And here is...the...other,"
and with that, he attached the second clip to her left nipple.  

Her eyes closed with the sudden pain.  It hurt.  It hurt a lot.  But...it hurt
good.  She felt the throbbing in her nipples resonate down to her clit.  God,
she was wet already.  She was dripping, in fact, she noted.  

He pulled on the chain that connected the clips and her eyes opened wide with
the sudden stab of pain that emanated from her tits.  His eyes met hers in the
mirror again, and he drank in the dilated pupils of her chocolate colored eyes.
 She was magnificent, he thought.  He was going to have so much fun with her.

The next thing she knew, he had led her over to the wooden horse on one side of
the room.  He bent her over it, and attached her ankles and her wrists to it.
Her ass was raised, and she knew what was coming next.

He looked down at her body.  He could just barely see the strap of her G-string
running down the crack of her bottom, as it was surrounded by the white flesh
of her cheeks.  He pulled on the strap, and took her panties down.  He smiled
to himself as he noted just how wet they were from where they were nestled
against her pussy.  The garters from the bustier framed her bottom perfectly,
and the black stockings started about three inches down her thighs.  Her cunt
was shaved bare, and he could see the deep pink of her inner lips, since she
was spread open for him.

He was talking to her constantly.  Telling her how beautiful she was.  How wet
she was.  What a slut she was.  How much she was going to come for him.  He
knew that if he kept telling her these things, her mind would start repeating
them itself.  

She felt his hand running over her ass.  She listened to his words.  She felt
the throbbing from her clamped nipples.  Suddenly she screamed as a dildo was
thrust deep inside her channel.  It was large, not so large that she couldn't
handle it, but it came as a shock since there was no warning.

"Oh, you like that, don't you, my sweet?  You like feeling full all the way
inside, don't you?  You were born for this, weren't you, slut?  You were born
to be used.  You were made to be fucked."  he thrust the 8" dildo back and
forth in her wetness as he talked to her.   He wasn't yelling, just talking
calmly and matter of factly.  His years of experience had shown him that with
an intelligent sub such as this one, they needed to hear these things over and
over before they let themselves go.  And he wanted to see her let herself go.
He wanted to see how far he could drive her.

She squirmed over the horse as she felt the dildo sliding in and out of her.
God, it felt good.  She felt like she was betraying her master, but after all,
he was the one who wanted her to be in the auction in the first place.  She
stopped thinking, and tried to only feel.  When he stopped and left the dildo
implanted deep inside her, she whimpered, wanting more.

"Does my little slut want more?  Does my little whore want more cock?  Does my
little slave want to come for me?" he asked her, smiling as he watched her
twitch as much as she could.

She whimpered again.  "Pu...Please, sir... more.... Yes.  I want more."

He chuckled and suddenly brought the whip down on her ass.

She screamed again.  She wasn't expecting a whipping.  She wanted to be fucked.
 But she was tied down, and her needs would only be met on his timetable.  She
wondered how she was going to make it through the night.

He began whipping her in earnest.  She didn't scream after the first stroke,
but she groaned and squealed in turn.  After about ten strokes he stopped.  He
watched her body relax, and then he reached over and flicked the switch on the
dildo.  It began vibrating deep inside her, and he heard her squeal again.  The
wetness seemed to be pouring from her, and he began to tell her what her place
was again.

"That's right, slut, feel that vibrator against your walls.  Feel the buzzing
deep inside you.  Wouldn't you like to come for me?  Wouldn't you like to come
for me?  That's right, its ok, slut.  That's what you are here for.  You are
here to come over and over and over.  For me.  Just for me."  And he commenced
whipping her again.

God, she wondered how she was going to stand it.  She was about ready to
explode from the tingling of the vibrator inside her, but the whip seemed to
keep the orgasm at bay.  She didn't think she was going to be able to come
while he was whipping her.  But she was on the edge.  Between the buzzing in
her cunt and listening to his words, she was almost there.  

She was moaning and begging him to let her come now.  She knew she wasn't
supposed to be talking, but she didn't care.  She just wanted release.  The
last couple of hours were finally catching up to her.  The exhibitionism of the
podium, the words from the bystanders at the auction, being forced to submit to
a stranger...it was like one of her dark fantasies come to life.  And she
wanted to climax so much that her entire body shook.

He listened to her ramblings.  He smiled.  He knew that she didn't even care
where she was or who she was with.  All she was right now was a piece of
trembling flesh that needed to be satisfied.  He loved it when they got like
this.  This is what he wanted.  He wanted to give her that ultimate orgasm that
she would never forget for the rest of her life.  That way, he would live
forever in her memories.  Her master would never be able to touch that memory.
And THAT was what he wanted from this magnificent woman.

He stopped whipping her as her body froze.  He reached underneath her with both
hands and released the alligator clips on her nipples.

And he drank in the sight of her face, eyes wide open, staring blankly, mouth
open as she screamed and that orgasm thundered through her body.  She convulsed
over and over.  He ran his hand down to her clit and pressed on it once, and
she screamed again, and launched into another climax.  He watched her twitch
and spasm and slowly come down from the high.

Her entire body was covered with a fine sheen of perspiration.  Her face was
flushed, and her brown eyes were soft.  He pulled the vibrator out of her pussy
and she moaned.  He ran his hand over her welted ass, and pulled her hair to
raise her head.  She looked into his eyes, and he smiled.

"That's one hour down....nine to go.  Hmmm.. What shall we do next, slut?"



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