This story contains sexual words, themes, and actions.  
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The Auction by Pami (pami1968@aol.com)(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 audience's 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 domes 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 unravelled 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?"


