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SOLD

By: dixiedelight



I had been looking at homes all day, my back hurt and my feet were killing me. As I pulled up to this home...my heart stopped. It was the home of my dreams...

The sign said "OPEN HOUSE", so I knew that it was safe to wander around and check things out. 

I entered into main living room and I knew that I had found the home of my dreams. I am getting excited as I wandered from room to room, looking for someone to help me. I start to go up stairs to the bedrooms when I hear some strange noises, coming from the master bedroom. I walk up and look in at the giant King size, four poster bed. There was the real estate agent, Ashley, laying on the bed with her legs spread, while her associate was going to town, eating her pussy. She looked up at me and I was frozen. I couldn't move! Totally shocked, BUT very turned on. This was not like me, I was a very conservative person, who never thought something like this would make me wet. 

Then he looked up. He was very handsome, dark hair and eyes. About six foot and muscular. Ashley was blonde, slender, about five foot seven and had very large breasts, that seemed to hang all so naturally. 

He helped her up and walked toward me. My heart was racing oh so fast. I wasn't sure what they wanted, but I couldn't move. I wanted to run far away, BUT something kept me there...waiting and wondering. 

He reached over and softly took my arm.. and lead me to the center of the room. He was looking deep into my eyes, never breaking eye contact....It seemed like forever before I was able to even blink. All the while, Ashley was carefully rubbing up and down my arms, ever so softly brushing the sides of my breasts. With each stroke, I was getting wetter and wetter. 

He leaned over and kissed my lips... I could taste Ashley's juices on them and they were OH soo sweet. Not anything like I had expected. 

Ashley was unbuttoning my blouse while the stranger was kissing me, so very deeply. I felt like melting right here right now. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. I was scared to death , but was loving every minute of it. Ashley undid my skirt and let it drop to the floor. I stood there in the middle of this wonderful master bedroom, in nothing but my white lace bra, matching panties and thigh high nylons. Gently this handsome stranger, pushed me onto the bed, sliding me up to the head of the bed, until my head rested on the satin pillows. 

Then he reached under the pillows and pulled out silk ties...and tenderly tied my arms and legs to each post. While he tied each extremity, he was kissing and licking each arm and leg. 

Ashley moved up and started caressing my breasts which caused my nipples to become erect. You could see them just slightly through, my see through bra. By this time my panties and almost soaked with anticipation of what will happen next. Together they un-clasp my bra, exposing my 38D breasts. Each one of them grabed one and started nibbling, kissing and licking them. I was in heaven. This was utter bliss. My head tipped back and my breasts seem to reach the sky. The dark stranger, slowly started making his way down to my stomach, tracing his way with his tongue. OH that feels good, I thought. I was moaning just a little. But deep inside I felt like screaming. 

He came around to the end of the bed, kneeling between my legs and with one rip... off came my panties...

Ashley started to kiss my neck and nibble on my ear all the time massaging my breasts and squeezing my nipples. 

Handsome started licking my newly shaven pussy and I am sure by now he could tell how wet I really was. His tongue stated flicking my clit faster and faster and I could feel it getting harder and harder...

Ashley's hand had wondered down to my pussy, not wanting to be left out, she joined in making my clitoris more and more aroused. My juices were flowing full stream ahead by now and I was very close to my first orgasm.... my back arched and eyes rolled back in my head. OHHH ohhh here it comes.... I am cumming! I came with such force I thought that I was going to die. I have never climaxed like that before. 

The stranger then strattled my shoulders and stuck his large cock into my mouth. It was dripping with pre-cum. Mmmmm tastes so good, and he is sooo hard. He reaches up and holds my hair and he thrusts my head back and forth trying to get the rhythm that he wanted. Ashley decided not to let my dripping pussy go to waste. She started licking and sucking, like nothing that I had ever experienced. Oh my hell, she knows exactly how I like it. Soft but forceful and then rough at others times. I had the best of both worlds...a cock in my mouth and a woman eating my already dripping pussy. 

I could tell that he was getting close to cuming...I could feel the pulsing of his cock in my mouth. Ahhh he screams and he lets his load go all over my breasts and my face... hmmm, That was very nice. Ashley un-ties my feet as he un-ties my arms. As I lie there thinking how wonderful that was...IT WASN'T OVER!! He grabbed my hips and rolled me over, pulling my ass up in the air. He slaps it...Oh that felt nasty!! I liked it!! 

He gets into a rhythm as my ass turns a bright pink color. He pulls himself to me, just putting the head of his cock inside my hot, wet snatch. I got up on all fours so Ashley could join in on the fun. She slid in so she could eat my pussy and suck his balls at the same time...HMMMM both at once....What a thrill!! Now it was time to be FUCKED. Ahhh, I started screaming with each thrust of his powerful cock. Oh ya FUCK me good. Harder and harder, DON'T STOP!! IT FEELS SO GOOD! He pumped and pumped and I arched my back as I exploded again. At the same time I felt Ashley's body shaking body, she had brought herself to orgasm . The tall dark stranger too was cuming again, this time deep inside my wetness. The ripples of my orgasms had left me in a quiver. I was shaking and my arms couldn't support my body any more. I collapsed. Rolled over and smiled at my two new friends. 

"SOLD" I said. I want this home!!

Sold



(Note: this dream is in a world where slavery is legal. Criminals are taken for "treatments" where their memories of the past are removed and they are trained for a job. Most end up doing menial work, but a few are selected to be pleasure slaves)

My first memories are of being a slave. Perhaps I was one in a former life, perhaps not. In one of my memories I was bound and stood on a box in front of men. There was smoke, the click of ice in glasses, course laughter and my fear. My fear was also my arousal. 

The men bid on me. I was torn by the fear of who would get me and what he would be like, the surreal pleasure that men were bidding on me -- competing to see who would own me and use me. I was sold and moved back to the waiting area. I had no idea how long it would be before I meet my Master, before I was under his control. Would I please him? Would he arouse me? My body throbbed with desire and for that moment there was nothing that I can do but squirm and wait.

I waited in the cold room, my hands bound above my head. I was naked, defenseless, and vulnerable. I moved my head to feel the touch of my long hair across the small of my back. I shifted my feet. My arms ached. My body had cooled since the sale.

The door behind me opened and I tried to twist in the bonds to see Him. 

"Do not move!" His voice was velvet over steel. The command in it froze my movement. He must have been able to hear my heart pounding. This was the man that owned me now. My Master. I was his to do with as he pleased.

I jumped as his fingers touched me. The skin tingled with the electricity in his touch. He moved my hair over my shoulder so my back was bare to him and then he began to touch me. His hand was warm and strong but gentle. He ran his hand down my back to the curve of my buttocks and squeezed with the pride of ownership. 

"Delightful," I heard him murmur softly. Then louder, "Spread your legs for me."

I hesitated at his order, half turning in the chains. The sting of the crop was fast and left a lick of fire on the curve he just caressed. I parted my legs, trying to balance on my toes, fighting back the hot tears that sprang to my eyes. 

His fingers caressed the wetness between my legs and I heard him chuckle with pleasure. The deep laugh made me wetter and I whimpered in embarrassment. He laughed again at the soft noise I made and walked around to look at my front.

I looked at him boldly and then dropped my eyes at the intensity of his look. I felt the blush spread from my face down my chest and felt my nipples harden. I could do nothing to hide my reactions and I hated it... I loved it.

He caressed my breasts and sucked briefly on each nipple, taste testing me. He was my height and there was nothing about him that screamed "Master" except this aura about him. 

"What is your name?" he lifted my chin with his finger so I was forced to look into the cool blue eyes.

"Whatever you want it to be Master," I whispered the reply I have been taught. 

He sighed, "I bought you because you did not look like a doormat. Tell me your name." There is a cold chill to the command.

"Rosemary," my voice trembled.

"Hmmm... " he stepped back and walked around me, looking, weighing something about me in his mind. "A good name for you, for I am sure there are some thorns, and I will make you bloom."

He had not taken me down yet. Instead he was once again behind me. I strained to decipher the sounds. Something was placed on the floor -- two clicks -- briefcase -- my mind recognized the sound. I heard the movement of cloth, felt his arm brush against my skin and there was darkness. I had not been blindfolded before and fear welled up inside me. I cried out in wordless panic and twisted in the chains, frantic to free my hands and remove the cloth from over my eyes.

"Hold still, girl," his command was soft and punctuated by several strong lashes on my upper thighs. The pain gave me a chance to regroup and I found myself still, trembling. The darkness was terrifying, yet, at the same time, there was something oddly comforting. Not anticipating it, I flinched as his fingers brushed over the swell of my breast and toyed with a nipple. He kept his hand on me until I was reasonably still again.

"Good girl." 

I was filled with such pleasure that he found me good. I felt my eyes fill with tears.

"You are a lovely thing my Rose and I will whip you now. It will hurt, and it will also be pleasurable. Your pain and your pleasure will please me very much. When I am done with you here, I will take you home to your new life." 

I felt him step back and wait. Was it seconds or hours before the hot lick of the whip brought a welt to my skin? He worked the crop over my body and each time it struck me there was liquid fire of pain and liquid fire of need until my body throbbed with the need of his physical touch, the feel of him in, the need for release. I heard my voice like someone far away, begging to serve him. He entered me hard and thick. I fought against the chains, not for escape from him, but for my need to touch him. I could not hold back the orgasm any longer, and I felt him explode in me. The darkness made each sensation magnify a hundred times.

I dangled there, the cool air soothing each hot welt on my body. "I will forgive you this time," He spoke softly, but I detected no true displeasure in his voice, "You will soon learn only to come when I allow it. They have not trained you for that."

There was a clasp of cool metal around my throat, the click of a lock and I felt the solid weight of a collar around my neck showing his legal ownership. I gave a small shake of my head and heard the jingle of a tag. I was a slave by law and I could not remember what the crime was that I committed to be made one. My Master lowered me to floor and removed the chains. I felt a soft silkiness on my skin...fabric.

"Keep the blindfold on, girl and put on the robe. I don't hold to dragging new slaves around town in nothing."

My arms tingled with pins and needles as I blindly felt the cloth and deciphered how to put it on. Silk brushed against my bare skin and I recognized a kimono style robe. I stood, swaying in a combination of dark disorientation and the wash of sensations, waiting for his next command.

The trip "home" seemed endless in the darkness my Master wished. He had not touched me since he used me back in the waiting area of the auction house, except to bind my hands behind my back once we were in the car. If I moved, I could feel the silk kimono slide open a bit more. I ached to speak and question him and to know more, but his silence was daunting. 

I thought of what I remembered and there was so little. There was the training center, the trainers and before that... gray nothing. I knew that Master had been given a list of my skills. I could still read and do sums, but I am not sure where I lived or even who ruled the government. I knew how to cook, but could not remember what my favorite foods were. I was a blank slate for my Master. The center removed as much of our past as they could.

The car stopped and his door opened. I felt his strong hand guide me out. My steps were hesitant. There was no reason for him to hurt me, but the blindfold forced me to trust him with a trust I didn't have yet.

"Four steps and then stop, Rose," I heard the jingle of keys, a door unlocking. The air was bitter cold and I shivered. He guided me inside and the warmth was a welcome caress. He removed the blindfold, but leaft my hands bound. 

"Follow me and I will show you the place," He seemed to have relaxed on entering his home. The robe I wore gaped open in the front and I wanted to close it, but I could only move to keep up with his long steps. He showed me both floors. The top floor had a study, a large bedroom, a well appointed bath and two walk in closets. One had been converted to a small room for me. He told me I would only sleep in here if he was displeased. The lower floor had a living room, dinning room, kitchen and a door to the basement. The basement was his playroom. The equipment was familiar from the training center. Here he released my hands and had me remove the robe to kneel in front of him.

"It's a good time for the house rules, girl. I spent a great deal of time being certified to own a slave and a great expense to get you. You will obey me. First, you wear no clothing in the house unless I have specifically said you may. Second, you will call me Master at all times. Third, you will call all other people, Sir or Ma'am as is appropriate. Fourth, any disobedience real or imagined will be punished. Fifth, you will not leave the house unless I specifically tell you to. Sixth, There is no eating unless it is something I have given you. Do you have any questions about my rules?"

"No Master." I looked up at him, the man that was my whole reason of existence. 

"Good," His smile reached his eyes and it warmed me. "I want you to go upstairs and cook something for us to eat. Prepare two servings, but only set one place at the table. You will eat from my hand for the time being. I will be in my study working. Do not hesitate to ask me, but do not pester me."

He turned and went up the stairs, leaving me to move at my own pace. I cast a wishful look at the robe on the floor and headed up to start this new life.

* * * * *

I knelt by the side of the table, my eyes on Him as he ate. I watched for any sign that he needed something more, that he was displeased or pleased. Occasionally he offered me a forkful of food, but otherwise he read the papers he brought with him. Not a word about the dinner I had made, the place setting, the candles. I knew I was supposed to please him, but a little appreciation would be nice, maybe a kind word or two.

"You could at least say Thank you." I finally muttered sullenly.

He turned to look at me and raised his eyebrows, "So soon? Go to the basement and wait."

I glared at Him and stood, gathered his dishes and toke them into the kitchen. He watched me and followed a second later. I was not prepared for his hand curling in my thick hair and pulling my head back sharply. I dropped the dishes and struggled to keep my footing, crying out in pain. He was stronger than I, so much stronger -- I fought but he easily won and in a few minutes I was back in the basement, chained with manacles around each wrist spreading them far apart, a short chain held my collar against the wall at an uncomfortable height. I was pressed face first against the wall still struggling. My anger burned hot. 

"You can't do this to me!" I screamed, "I am a person, not a slave!"

Unable to stop him, he slid the blindfold over my eyes again. The darkness made my anger worse, or is it now my fear? I struggled, headless of the pain I caused myself. There was only silence, such a long and cold silence. When I was exhausted with my fight and had no strength left he spoke.

"You are right, Rose. No one should be forced to be a slave, but that is the law. You are a slave and there is nothing that can change that. You are and will always be one. I will teach you to be a good one. I will not tolerate disobedience, I will not ask you to do something a second time. How many rules did you break?"

The cold wall seeped the warmth from my body, but did nothing cool the lingering anger. "One," I snapped.

"Obviously you need to think about it more. I will be back before bed to see if you have it right."

I could hear his footsteps and the door shutting. I struggled again; I screamed my anger; I cried my fear.

* * * * *

Alex sat in the leather chair in his study and watched Rosemary on the monitor. He turned the sound up now that her anger seemed to have burned itself out. She hadn't said anything that would be of use in the report, but it was only her first day. He had almost given up hope of finding a pleasure slave with as much personality left as she had. Most seemed sort of blank; as if the treatments removed much more than just the memories of the past. He had much hope for this woman.

He glanced again at the papers in front of him. Her retinal scan had brought back a lengthy list of crimes from petty to severe that seemed plausible enough unless you knew. If this report were true, the judge that passed her sentence to slavery had done so while in a coma. Rosemary was his first hard link of what he had suspected. Innocent women kidnapped, treated and sold for pure profit. He just needed to get Rosemary to remember.

Still, he mused, it would not change her legal status. She was a slave, and she belonged to him. It would take some time, but his goal was to get her to serve out of love rather than government induced law.

He watched her until her body showed the slackness of total exhaustion. He tucked the papers away in the drawer, turned off the monitor and went downstairs.

He smiled at the view of her. Her body was lovely, beautifully curved and sleek. It glistened in the light and he could smell her fear like a faint and pleasurable musk. He ran his hand down her smooth back and repressed a delighted chuckle at her sharp intake of breath and the unconscious movement of her body toward him.

"Well girl?"

"Please, Master," her voice was a ragged whisper. Her throat must be raw and tender from her screaming earlier, "Please forgive me." 

He detected a hint of strain in her voice that indicated she was close to hysterical panic again. His eyes narrowed as he evaluated the cause. He reached up and removed the blindfold and saw the sharp edge of tension in her body move away. The blindfold, he realized, how very interesting. She had a panicked fear of the total darkness. He would have to investigate this more later, but right now, he had to deal with her behavior.

"Tell me what you did wrong," he spoke gently.

"I did not obey you Master, I spoke out of turn, I demanded of you what I was not due, I did not have permission to clear the dishes, I did not go to the basement, I fought you, I..." she squirmed in her bonds trying to think of anything else she did, "I... think that is everything."

"Yes Pet, you did all that. You are a good girl for remembering. Now I will punish you for it and that will be the end of it. I get no pleasure from this punishment, nor shall you."

He took from the wall the punishment whip, "You have admitted to six separate offenses. I am going to give you five lashes for each offense you admitted to. You forgot to confess not being truthful when I asked you the first time and for your anger. I am going to five you ten lashes for each of those. Fifty lashes, Rosemary and you will count each one of them for me. Miscounting will add another five each time."

He could still see the red marks from the earlier whipping she had gotten. He gave a sigh and lifted the whip, bringing it down with a hard stroke across her back.

"One...." she gasped, her fingers clawing at the stone wall.

He lifted his arm again.

* * * * * * *

He finished his shower and peeked in the door of the closet. She was asleep, but made a soft moaning noise. She was beautiful lying there naked, hands bound behind her, the chain from the wall to her collar snaking on the floor near her. She would be painfully sore for days. Some of the last lashes had broken skin, but the ointments, while they stung, would keep there from being scarring. Tomorrow morning, he would unleash her and take her to the bed and give her pleasure, a reward for not losing count. He smiled and turned off the light.

* * * * *

I spent the entire day cleaning. My body ached horribly from last night, but it actually felt better the more I moved. Master's tender touch in the morning and the pleasure he had given me, still warmed my body.

Master's house was tidy, but he still had a long list of chores for me to do. There was an odd feeling about cleaning naked. It is not a feeling of "wrong" per se, but more of surreal. All the items felt familiar to me, so I must have cleaned before. I cleaned the bathroom and the kitchen and was vacuuming the floors when I felt his eyes on me. I stopped and knelt. I had an odd series of feelings ranging from fear to excitement. I ached from the beating last night and I wanted him to see that I had done a good job. My mind raced to think of anything I may have missed that would displease him. I couldn't take another beating tonight.

"You have done well, girl. I want you to go clean yourself up and then prepare dinner for five people. I am having guests tonight and you will serve." I must have looked horrified for he gave a soft laugh that caused my insides to burn. "No Rose, I am not going to let you wear clothing yet. These are close friends and will do nothing but look at you. Besides, I want your back healed nicely before you have something against it." He proceeded to let me know what he wanted fixed and the setting for the table.


I could feel my empty stomach gurgling with hunger. My last food had been what he had fed me last night before my rebellion. Cooking food and not being allowed to have any was an agony I could have done without, but I didn't dare risk another punishment. 


At the appointed hour, I had the food ready, the table was set, and was kneeling, waiting for Master's instruction. I realized that I was trembling and bit my lower lip trying to calm myself. I had been naked before other people before, but they were trainers, these men were different. I could hear Master's voice greeting them, their voices, coming closer. I fought with myself to keep my place, the memory of the beating still far too fresh in my mind to risk another. 

"She's lovely, Alex," said one. I could see his feet and I dared not look up. I heard the others seating themselves.

"She is," Master agrees and sat, "Rose, serve the dinner."

I stood and realized that my face was damp with silent tears. I hurried into the kitchen and got the salads. Silently I served them. I was shaking so hard, I almost spilled a plate on one of the man. I knelt by Master's chair. Somehow being near him was comforting. I leaned closer to him as if his nearness brought with it safety.

"What did she do to get the marks on her back?" the man opposite Master asked. "She is still learning what it is to be a slave," Master said smoothly and I was grateful He did not go into detail. He offered me a slice of tomato and I tried to be dainty in eating it, keeping my hands on my thighs as I have been taught. He lifted my chin so I could look into his eyes and he smiled warmly at me, his thumb brushed away some of the tears. 

Why did I melt at this tender gesture? Why would my head throb and my insides twist in confusion? Without conscious thought, I leaned my head against his leg. What was I and what had I been that I was here now?

Dinner seemed endless. When the men had finished, Master ushered them into his study. He came back and made up a plate of food for me and instructed me to clean up and have coffee and the dessert ready for later.

They stayed in the study for some time and I had plenty of time to eat, clean the dishes and have the coffee and dessert ready. Only one of the men touched me the whole night. I was pouring more coffee into his cup when his hand caressed my rear and squeezed. I yelped and jerked the pot back, splashing some coffee on the pristine tablecloth. The men laughed and I dropped to the floor in terror.

"Please Master, I am sorry, I am so sorry!"

"Don't worry about it, Pet, the tablecloth will clean. Go into the kitchen and wait there for me." 

I hurried into the kitchen and there was more laughter around the table. The men left shortly after that and I spent the whole time, kneeling on the floor, trembling. I couldn't take another beating, I had to make him realize that I hadn't meant to spill.


The kitchen door opened and he stood there, tall and strong and smiling at me. "You seem worried, Rose. Don't be. Paul should not have touched you without my permission. Come upstairs. I wish to take a bath. The cups and plates will wait for morning."




Sold



I lay still, listening and taking in the sounds around me. I could hear the slow drip of water and a radio or television from somewhere above me, but nothing that gave me any clue as to my whereabouts nor do I have any recollection of how I got here. I had already given up on trying to wriggle free I had been bound by both wrists and ankles completely naked but for a tiny satin feeling scarf draped over the lower half of my body. The room was dark with no chink of light filtering in, so until somebody came I was alone.

Rubbing a corner of the scarf to calm my nerves a scrapping sound from above alerted me and made me hope I was about to find out how where I was and what was happening. A door opened a crack and I could see, barely, the sound of stilletos on a concrete floor came closer. "Ah you're awake, finally" a woman's voice husky spoke close to my ear and a hand began stroking my face with a light delicate touch, tears began to roll down my cheeks as fear took over. "Hush now, no need for tears soon you will be happy to be here you just need some training."

With that her hand pulled away the scarf and began making its away up my stomach in long gentle strokes until it reached my breasts where it began to tweak and tease my nipples into rock hard peaks, "please no!" I cried "don't do this I want to go home" these words came out my mouth but my body was responding and I could feel myself getting wetter the more she played. "Ssshhhh this is your home now you have been brought here to serve, you were promised to the master by your step brother in a game of cards. You were to be his the day you turned 20, however it has taken us some time to track you down. Your brother was clever in keeping you hidden but we knew he would slip up sooner or later and now here you are. I think you will make a good little mistress, but I need to finish prepping you for him." 

I started to try and ask more questions, "Who was him? what did she mean by serve?"

But her voice sharper more in command cut through the air " quiet now otherwise you won't be ready in time and I will be punished, which then results in you being punished. Now let's see..."

Her hand trailed down my leg towards my pussy and she ran a finger up my slit. "Aghhh perfect you respond well" and with that she put a finger inside. I bucked at the sudden sensation that coursed through me, I was helpless against her assault and against my bodies betrayal, apart from my own fingers I was untouched and I could feel my orgasm rising knowing I would be unable to stop myself screaming if she touched my clit. Her mouth lowered itself onto my breast and she slid another finger inside. This was torture and pleasure together, I didn't want to do this yet I was actually enjoying every assault. "You're very tight. Are you a virgin?" I nodded in response " master will be so pleased he likes to break his new girls in himself, which means I can call him now and tell him you are ready to receive him" she removed her fingers and draped the scarf back over my body, which still needed its release, and walked over to a phone. "She is ready for you, you will be pleased master she is ripe and new." The phone was replaced in its cradle and she walked back towards me. "I'm afraid I have to blindfold you now, you are not permitted to see him until after he has had you. When he speaks to you make sure you answer with master otherwise you will be punished." I was plunged into darkness and laid waiting to accept my fate curious to and cautiously excited as to what was about to happen.

I heard a heavier set of footsteps approach where I lay and a deep voice addressed the woman, "Is she tight?" 

"Yes sir, very and her body respond well."

"Good I have been waiting a long time for a virgin slut who I can mould to my exact requirements."

"I think you will find she is exactly what you need sir, she is already very wet from having her tits sucked and being finger fucked."

"How many fingers?

"2 sir but that was after a time, she is yet to be stretched."

"Did she come?"

"No sir, that privilege is yours."

"Well done, of course once I have had the first time pleasure you are able to use her in any way you wish. You have served well. Now lest get started."

I had listened to this exchange without moving but now my heart began to race and any feelings of excitement had vanished and I started to writhe on the table in an attempt to break free. "STOP" a voice bellowed out and I immediately became still, the shout had both shocked and frightened me. The scarf was whipped away more aggressively this time and the woman's fingers began circling my nipples again pinching them every now and again, my juices pooled and I let out a gasp when I felt another rougher hand moving up my leg coming to halt on my pussy lips before beginning to gently stroke them and my hole, never actually entering. "Please?" I gasped

"Please what slut? Don't pretend you are not enjoying this, you are dripping and your hole is just waiting to be fucked, but I am going to take my time I want enjoy your pussy around my cock nice and tight." He grazed over my clit with the pad of his thumb and I bucked, laughing he said" see only a slut would enjoy being tied down and played with by both a woman and a man, I want to feel you come over my fingers and then your going to come again on my cock is that clear?"

"yes master" I whimpered and with that he jammed 2 fingers into me which hurt and I screamed he began to pump them hard and used his other hand to stroke my clit while the woman sucked harder on my tits, the pain faded and pleasure quickly overcame me I came hard squirting all over his hand grinding my hips wanting more of this feeling.

"You are a good little slut, now clean your juices off my hand and prepare to be fucked hard. You're going to be untied and turned over but don't try and run or it will be worse for you." He stuck his fingers in my mouth and feeling desperately ashamed I licked and sucked them clean while my arms and legs were untied.

"She sucks well, turn her over on all fours I want to see that ass while I drill her" his fingers were pulled out my mouth and I was roughly turned over onto my hands and knees then tied again. He ran his hand over my ass and sharply smacked it, I cried out but a gag was shoved into my mouth and I was cut off from making any sound.

"Now, I am going to fuck your pretty little pussy hard and fast."

He slammed into me with such force I jolted forward prevented from falling by my bounds and his hands on my hips, he pumped hard and fast pleasure and pain hitting me in equal measure, I couldn't get my breathe the gag made it harder to breath.

"God your so tight slut I could fuck you all day my cock is solid I may even ram your ass. 

My body was writhing and shaking as he began fingering my clit again I couldn't hold back and came again and again milking his cock, he began to groan as he was pounding and I knew he was close, he let out a grunt and I felt his hot spunk shoot inside me as he came hard.

Pulling out he whispered in my ear, "well done slut I'll be back in hour for the next go." 



Sold



He turned and went up the stairs. By the time I got up there, he already had the bath water running and was pouring green crystals into it. I could smell the piney scent of them and froze... pine trees... cold... a memory of something pushed on my mind...pine…

I am not sure what happened next, but I found myself lying on the floor, my head in Master's lap, his hand brushing my face. 

"You have come back to me," he whispered, "What happened, Pet? Are you in pain?" "No Master.... my head..." I could feel the throbbing and the scent of pine seemed to push harder at it, "I thought I remembered something… the pine smell... it hurts."

He picked me up and carried me into the bedroom and tucked me into the bed. Concern shone in his eyes, "Just lie here. I will bathe myself and join you in a bit."

* * * * *

Alex returned from the bath still worried about Rosemary. She had gotten this look of total horror on her face, turned white and crumpled to the ground. She lay now curled in the bed like an abandoned kitten. He got into the bed and moved next to her. He ran his hand over her smooth skin and she moved closer to him. He smiled. Her trust of him was growing quickly. Gently he massaged her arms until she relaxed them. Being gentle and moving slowly, he moved her arms over her head and fastened them to the headboard. He loved the way she looked stretched out for him that way. Determined not to wake her yet, he moved carefully, massaging her legs to get them to relax and then fastening each ankle until she was opened for him.

Kneeling over her he began to lick and suckle her nipples, his fingers playing gently between her legs, feeling the moisture grow. She moaned under him and her body tensed as she woke fully. Her breasts moved at her surprised gasp. There was a moment of struggle and he could feel her give into the bonds. He lifted his head and looked at her, "You are far too beautiful my sweet Rose. I want to taste you." 

He moved his fingers to her breast and teased the nipples, grinning at the responding arch of her body toward him. "What do you feel?"

Rose tried to twist under his hand and whispered, "I feel...pleasure...and agony. I ache and throb. It isn't fair to do this to me."

He chuckled, "Oh it is fair, you are a slave Rose. You are a slave to your passions. I control them as I control your body. It is my pleasure for you to ache this way. In time tonight, I will give you what your body aches for. I am your Master." 

He touched the moistness between her legs and wiggled two fingers inside her until she danced under his hand in need. He brought her to the edge and the backed off. She cursed him softly for it.

"Who am I?" he asked bringing her to the edge again, toying with her to keep her there, unable to push herself over the brink to orgasm. 

"Master... you are Master, please... God, I can't take this..."

Alex laughed deeply, "Oh yes you can, Pet, and yes you will until I am ready." He moved his hand away from her, delighted that she strained her body toward it, desperate for more of his touch, loving the frustrated noise she made, "What are you?"

"Your slave." She spit out angrily.

He ignored the anger for now and reached over to get the clamps he had placed there earlier and suckled her right nipple until it was rock hard. With skill, he clamped the right nipple, watching her strain against the bonds, her body an exquisite arch of flesh. He clamped the left nipple and sat back to watch her. Her body gleamed in the low light with the silky sheen of arousal. The look she gave him was a combination of hatred and lust. He gave a tug to the chain that linked the clamps together and she twisted in desperation, her breath was short and he could tell she was on a hair's edge of coming. He made himself get up and get a drink of water, leaving her spread open for him in aroused agony. When she was cooled down a bit he came back and mounted her. 

He slipped his cock into her and sighed with pleasure at the tight fit. She was hot and throbbing around him, squirming wildly to feel him thrust into her. He looked down at her flushed face, "You enjoy that, Pet?"

"Yes...." she hissed. He knew her anger was at herself for giving into him, not at him for using her, as was his right. He began long strokes into her, taking care not to let her go over the edge. He came in her with a long cry of pleasure and then lay back next to her.

"Damn you!" she began, trying frantically to twist her body to have more of him.

"Don't make me gag you, Rose," he gave his voice the edge that let her know he was serious. He toyed with the clamps and whispered into her ear how he was her Master and he controlled her body. He brought her to the edge time and again until she was almost delirious with need. 

He was hard again and when she began to whisper his mantra back without prompting, "You are Master, I am your slave. You own my body, you control my body..." He took her again, this time pulling on the clamps until she exploded in an orgasm that had her screaming in delight. She came again when he removed the clamps and a third time as he teased her body with a dildo. She was beyond comprehension as he released her feet and hands. He made sure her collar was attached to the length of chain fastened to the bed before he let himself drift into an exhausted but pleased sleep

* * * * *

I knelt in my Master's study with paper, paints and a brush. I decided that I had one of the oddest Master's in the world. I remembered what he did to me last night, but I had never imagined there could be such wondrous feeling and such agony at the same time. Thinking of it now, I throbbed with desire for him. Was this part of the conditioning I had or some spell he had placed on me?

In the morning, He brought me to the study and quizzed me. Question after question, most of which I had I could not answer. What was my earliest memory, what colors di I like, if I could be free what profession want to be. Each question was thrown at me fast, giving me no time to think. If I did not answer fast enough, He would flick this switch of his and there would be a sting of pain. My head throbbed now like something was trying to escape. I was now supposed to paint. I didn’t understand, but if it pleased him, who was I to say?

I found I painted trees, pine trees. I thought of the scent from last night and added in a cabin. The shape was wrong, so I added on more cabin until it looked right. It was still missing something. A lake? No, a stream. I painted it in and found I had added a shape behind the trees. A dark shape, something lurking.

"Very interesting." Master took the painting, studied it and then sat in his chair and looked at me. "I am afraid I have to go on a short business trip, Rose. It will only be overnight. I have asked Andrew to come over to make sure you are all right. He will sleep in the guest room. You will serve him food and do any tasks he asks of you, but he will not touch you. No one touches you but me."

"Where is Master going?" I asked curiously.

"Los Angeles. I am meeting with a client."

"LA is great. You should go to dinner at the Sunset Tower. It's pricey but the food is good," I suggested without thinking. At the look on his face, I prostrated myself, "Please Master, forgive your slave for speaking out of turn." The fear of punishment drove every other thought from my head.

"Forgiven, Pet." He lifted me up and looked intently into my eyes. "You remember this place?"

I blinked, realizing that I did. I could see myself there, the table setting, the food being placed in front of me. I wore a black dress and there was someone else.... someone.... 

The pain in my head was worse. I described the brief memory and trembled. Was he angry? Would I be sent back for more treatment? I didn't want to loose this bit of memory, this bit of who I was.

"I am not angry, Pet," He kissed me on the forehead, "Go make some coffee for both of us and bring it back here. I have a phone call to make."

He played with me again that night, driving me to the edge of sanity with his touch; teasing my body until I am begged him to take me. When I awake he was gone.

I did my chores and the exercises he had outlined for me. I had just finished with my shower when I heard the door open and then shut. 

I hurried out and saw Paul standing in the hallway. He had Master's spare key and was shedding his coat and scarf. I remembered my place, took them for him, and hung them up in the closet.

"Master is not here," I took a step back from him, uneasy with his presence for no apparent reason.

"Yes, Andrew couldn't make it, so I offered to come over and take care of you." There was something about his smile that made me cold.

"Yes, Sir," I knelt, "What would Sir like for dinner? I can cook well."

"I will worry about dinner," he moved toward me and ran his hand over my hair. When I tried to move away, his fingers tangled in it and yanked down sharply, pulling me down until I was bent backward at his waist. "I plan to have a good time with you while I can."

"No!" I struggled to free myself, but his grip is like iron, "You cannot touch me! I belong to Master!" 

"And he is not here," he pulled me to the basement door and shoved me down the stairs. I fell hard, rolling and lay stunned at the bottom. He moved down the stairs with a deliberate step, grinning.

I leapt to my feet and swayed with dizziness, looking for a way to escape. I waited until he was off the stairs and then bolted for them. He caught my by the hair again and swung me around into a table. I hit it hard and couldn’t breathe. Darkness crept in for a moment and then cleared, but he has used the time to push me to the table. I fought him, trying to scream but I still didn't have enough air. He easily bound my wrists while I tried to kick him. I wanted to hurt him; I wanted to kill him. 

Pain, blinding light, my head rang and my face ached where he hit me. I lay in stunned pain, unable to fight as he fastened my legs to the table. 

"God, you're a bitch," he muttered.

I could see with some pleasure that I have drawn blood on his face in the fight. 

"No slave tells me, 'no.' I am your Master for the night and I will have you. Who is Alex going to believe, you or me?”

I could taste the blood in my mouth from his backhand and watched helplessly as he removed his clothes. He gave no warning, no foreplay, and no concern if I was ready. He shoved himself into me hard, scraping the dry passage there. I turned my head away, not wanting to see his face, but he forced me to look up at him, to watch his rape. I could see that he enjoyed the pain I was feeling.

The humiliation of it seemed to last forever. When he was done, he walked off, leaving me there, naked and helpless on the table. It was cold, but the air soothed my body. I cried, aching from the abuse and I remembered.

There had been pine trees and a cabin. It had been a weekend trip away from the city. I was just stepping out of the shower when I found them standing there. My confusion and shock played to their benefit and they caught me easily. Roughly they bound my hands behind me and then blindfolded me. Oh God, the darkness made everything more terrifying. First one took me and then the other; then the first one again. It couldn’t be happening to me. The memories of that night tumbled back. I screamed as the memories that assailed me. 

Paul was suddenly back, hitting me again, screaming at me to be silent. I forced myself to stop, fear paralyzing me. He had the punishment whip and lifted it up.

I waited for the blow that did not come. My eyes were closed tightly in anticipation of the agony. Instead, there was a scuffle. I open my eyes and saw Paul being held by two policemen. Master was there, worry in his eyes as he fumbled with the knots that held me.

"Rose, oh my God, Rose." He whispered, struggling to loosen the knot my panic had tightened.

I did not care that the police saw me like that. I cared only that Master has come for me. When he had untied me, he picked me up and carried me upstairs, holding me. I curled against him, safe. My body screamed with each movement, but I held back the cries. I didn't want to upset Master more than he already was. He held me while the police questioned me. He stayed near as they photographed my body as evidence. Master refused to leave my side at the hospital where I was treated. I finally slept in his arms as the morning light tried to shine through the curtains.

When we woke, he soothed my aches with an ointment and we talked. I told him what happened and what I had remembered. He told me that Andrew had called him to let him know that Paul would be stopping in. Not trusting Paul, Master had come home right away. I slept more, feeling safe in my Master's house.

* * * * *

Alex watched Rosemary as she lay curled on the floor by the fire reading. Sometimes she was so feline in her movements that he had taken to calling her "kitten." He knew she didn't really care for the name, and yet at the same time it pleased her. She had healed well from the attack and seemed content with her life. He had avoided the basement for a time and then introduced her slowly again to its pleasures and sweet torments. On the surface things were good. He also knew of her nightmares and noticed she still flinched at sudden movements.

He glanced back at the computer screen and the report there. With the few things Rosemary had remembered, he had started the investigation to see if he could find out who she really was. Finally, there was something. His man in Los Angeles had shown her picture at the restaurant she had remembered. Claiming to be searching for her to give her an inheritance, he was able to find one person who thought he remembered her and her date. Further investigation led to some bare information.

If this were true, Rosemary was really Alice Carter, a legal secretary who had worked for a large law firm in LA. According to interviews with the people at the law firm, Alice didn't come in one Monday and mailed a resignation with a forwarding address. No one had questioned it.

The forwarding address was a post office box. Soon he would know who had rented the box. Once the participants of the plot were uncovered, he would take the information to the police.

But what to do about Rosemary...or was it Alice. He preferred Rosemary. She was not a criminal and should not then be a slave. The courts would probably free her. He was startled to see how much it hurt to think that she would not be there.

"Kitten-love, come here," he turned off the monitor of the computer and smiled a bitter smile as she came over, happiness on her face.

"Yes, Master, how can I serve you?"

"I’m fine, I just wanted you by my side," he petted her hair as she snuggled next to his leg, agony ripping his heart in two.

* * * * *

Alex kissed me goodbye and stepped into the cab. I waved until I could not see him anymore and then went back inside.

The warmth inside felt good. I kept the kimono on. Master had given me a few and told me to wear them as I wanted unless he specified otherwise. It felt odd at first to have clothing on my body. I worried that he was tired of me, but I realized, as the weather got colder, that his house could be a bit drafty at times. He was protecting me, and that touched me. He was off again on business and promised to check in on me several times. I would have time to work on his birthday present now.

It isn't an easy thing for a slave to make a surprise gift for her Master. First I had to tell him I wanted to make him something, that I wanted it to be a surprise, and that I would need some supplies in order to make it. This did open up some new chores for me in the long run. I now did the shopping. Master had dressed me in the warmest of the kimonos and taken me to a number of stores and introduced me to each of the owners, making sure that I would be able to put purchases on his accounts. Now I went out as needed and got the food and other things we needed. The stores were all close and walking was easy.

Now that I could get the supplies, I had to find time to work on in where he could not see. This was harder. When he was home, he liked me near him. When he was out, I often had housework to do. Still, I had managed now and then to get it going well. I put on some music and curled up in the sofa near the fireplace and took out the knitting. I was making him a sweater of dark green wool. I remembered that I knew how to knit while I was recovering from the attack. That had been some months ago and the fear of it has faded. 

I had remembered a lot since that day. I remember bits and pieces of my life before I was sold, and none of it seems to fit a criminal that would be sentenced to slavery. Master told me the other night, that there is some evidence that I might not have been a criminal. That is where he was going now, to investigate that. I am not sure how that made me feel. Was it the conditioning or was it me that loved my life now? I loved caring for Master, and I loved his care and touch. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be sent away, alone. I pushed the thoughts from my head. There was no need to worry about that now.

When it was dark, I made a small meal for myself, I toke a long bath and went to bed. It was hard to sleep alone now. The only times I was alone, was when I was being punished. That still happened now and then. I was lucky that Master did not punish me for imagined slights, but was instead exceedingly fair. That made the punishment all the worse, for I know that I have disappointed him greatly. So, now alone, I did not sleep well.

Perhaps it is that restlessness that alerted me to the noise. I could hear someone downstairs. Master had called earlier so I knew that he was far away from here. I slipped out of the bed, wrapping the kimono around my naked body. I was torn between running down the stairs to confront the person and hiding. Whatever I choose, I need something to protect myself. I remembered that Master has golf clubs in the closet. Moving as silently as I could, I got the one that seemed the heaviest. What next? I forced myself to calm down and to think.

The police. I need to get to the phone. Master refused to have one in the bedroom, so I needed to get to the study, but I heard the person moving up the stairs. I stuffed the pillows under the covers to make a body and I got behind the door. It's a lame place to hide, but so is under the bed, the bathroom or the closet.

In the darkness, I saw the person slip into the room. He was big and though it was dark I knew it was Paul. I wanted to run, to scream, but at the same time, an anger I had never known began to brew inside me. It was white hot and brilliant. I saw him move toward the bed, something in his hands. I saw the knife gleam as his lifted it and drove it into the pillows. He froze in confusion.

The anger reached a peak and I leapt at him, the club swinging. I would not let him hurt me again! I would not let him hurt another person! The club connected with a resounding thud and he fell to the ground, the knife skittering across the floor. I swung the club again and brought it down on his back. I heard his angry scream like an oddly distant noise.

His hand grabbed my ankle in an iron grasp and pulled. I lost my balance and hit the floor hard, the club gone from my hands. Panic fueled the anger in me, as I knew what he would do to me this time. I clawed and fought; I ripped at his skin and tried to find his eyes. He would not rape me again. I must have hurt him, for his hands released me just long enough for me to get up and run.

I knew the house better than he did, the darkness giving me an even greater advantage. I made it to the study and grabbed the phone, hitting the speed dial for the police. It rang, and rang and rang. I heard the dispatcher’s voice as Paul found me, grabbing me from behind and swinging me away from the phone. I screamed as loudly as possible, praying the woman would hear me. I fell hard against the bookshelves; books falling around me. 




Sold



Paul was saying something, but it is just noise as I tried to scramble to my feet. Something hit me across my stomach and I fell to floor gasping for breath. No! I would not let him win. I threw a book at him as I struggled to crawl away. I felt his hand in my hair, ripping, pulling me up even as I fought like fury.

He threw me on top of Master’s desk, scattering items to the floor. He easily backhanded over and over. I tried to curl up to protect myself from the onslaught of his blows. He forced me back and tore the kimono open. He punched me in the stomach with a curse. The wind knocked out of me, there was little I could do to stop him from thrusting into me. He kept slamming his body into mine with a cruelty that was all too familiar. I could do nothing but lie there. 

As he called me names, raping me, my fingers found a length of smooth, cool metal. It was if the coldness of the metal filled me and in one smooth movement, in the hiatus of time, I moved. Time seemed to crystallize. I could not see him perfectly, but I knew where he was. His scream echoed off the walls and then there was silence. 

I rolled painfully from the desk and began to crawl from the room. I had to get away before he could get me again. I was in the hallway when the lights flipped on. A hand reached out to touch me, but I clawed back in self-preservation. I don’t remember what they said, but somehow they managed to convince me that I was safe.

As they helped me down the stairs, I saw into the study and body of Paul, lying on the ground, the letter opener protruding from his eye. He would never touch me again.

I don't know how much time passed. I know I slept. I know they never bothered to bring me any food or to remove the chains they had put on me. Why should they care? I was a slave that killed a free person. It didn't matter what he was doing; I was a slave. 

By the time Master stood in the doorway, my right eye had swollen up enough that it was difficult for me to open it. I was not sorry that I had killed Paul; I doubt I ever would be. At that moment, seeing the look on Master’s face, I was sorry that I had caused this trouble for him.

"Can't leave you alone, can I?" he asked softly, coming over to my side and sitting on the edge of the cot. He trailed his fingers through my hair.

"I am sorry, Master," I whispered.

"I should have foreseen the possibilities. It is my fault, Kitten.” There was a long silent pause as he stroked my hair, “They are not going to let me take you home.”

I turned my face away from him. I was amazed at how that hurt. It was not staying here or the possibility of death, but the pain from not seeing him again, to be taken away from him.

His firm fingers forced my eyes toward his, "In a few minutes, they are going to come in here and remove the chains. I will remove the collar and tags."

“So I am to be executed?” my voice was dull.

“No, Rose” his smile was sad, "I have found proof. You were not a criminal; you should not be a slave. You are a free woman -- a free woman with the right to defend yourself. You will be free tonight." 

"To go home with you, Master?" my head was spinning with this news. 

"No," he pulled his hand away from me and stood up, distancing himself from me. "I am not your Master. You will be given some clothing, some money...."

I sat up on the cot, "But I don't remember who I am...or was... or what I did? Where am I supposed to go?"

Alex shrugged, "They don't exactly have a reintroduction program, but they may. I doubt they will toss you onto the street. There will be someone to walk you back into your life."

"What about you?" I asked. Who would do for him all the things I had done? Who knew him like I did?

"The same as before I had you. But I did what I set out to do. I proved there was a ring of officials that would kidnap young women and get them into the criminal system for profit. Even now, the ringleaders are being arrested. I have the scoop on it, I have already had a book offer,” he reached around and unlocked the collar from my neck. I felt naked.

The cold realization hit me, "I was just part of a project? An investigation?"

I could see a quick range of emotions cross his face. His reply was cold and brittle, "That's about the sum of it. Take care kitten." He walked out quickly, but I saw the tear he tried to hide. 

I wondered why men think that if they make you mad, it's somehow better than anything else? Didn't he realize that I had come to love him? Not just the sex, even though it was great. Not just the way the cool command of his voice could get me wet and eager, nor the utterly confusing way I looked forward to the caress of leather on my skin, holding me down and open for his use but for everything. I loved him for waking up next to him in the morning, feeling his warmth, for the wondrous contentment of evenings reading or painting near him until he shifted just so, closed his book or turned off the computer and looked at me. For the way he smiled when I served a meal I knew he liked. I had come to love everything about him.... and now he was leaving just like that?

The guards came and with much more courteousness than before they released me. I began to cry. They thought I was crying in joy. They had no idea. I was given clothing and it felt so terribly odd to be that covered. I was taken out; there were papers I signed, not caring.

Days passed in a dull blur. I was given identity papers and brought to an apartment they told me was mine. In time, I was in an office, doing computer work, pretending that this was normal, when my heart ached to be back at his feet. I would get home and remove the clothes and curl up on the floor by the chair, pretending, but it did not work.

Seasons came and passed until I could take it no longer. One day, I did not go to work, but found my way to the airport, and from there to his city. I spent several days wandering the city, walking, thinking, feeling more alive now than I had since that night in the cell.

One afternoon, I found myself in front of his house. Unable to stop myself, I walked up to the door and checked the place he used to keep the spare key for me. My fingers touched cold metal. Was this some dream? I unlocked the door and entered. It was the same as I remembered it. I wandered from room to room, seeing what had changed or not. He had framed one of my paintings. My knitting remained in a basket near the fireplace.

The clock struck five. He would be home soon. I could leave and return to my life as Alice. He would never need to know I had visited. I laughed at the thought. Unless he sent me away again, I would not return to that dull and colorless life. I removed each layer of my clothing, carefully folding it up and setting it on the couch. It felt wonderful to feel so free again. I hurried and put together a tray of afternoon snacks for him and placed them by his chair. And then I knelt and waited, hearing his familiar steps outside, the rattle of his key, the opening of the door. I could feel my eagerness jump and almost smell my own arousal. I trembled in eagerness and fear. Would he order me to leave?

"My Pet!" he breathed the two words in soft amazement. I knew I was home.



Sold



I was recently informed that my job was to be cut due to a company budget crunch. My wife and I discussed the options and we decided to pack up our things and move to the town that we both attended college. My wife had a few weeks left at her old job so I was designated to go house hunting in the new area. I was to leave on Sunday afternoon to spend a few days there and return on Wednesday evening.

My old college buddy had a real estate company there so I called to let him know we were moving back. He told me to call when I arrived and that he would personally see to it that I got what I wanted, as he had a few places in mind. As I hung up the phone, I was a bit more at ease knowing he was taking care of the matters.

My flight out on Sunday was wthout a hitch. I arrived at the hotel around 7:00 pm, immediately going to the lobby bar for a few drinks. I was the only person in there so I decided to go to the room early. I called my wife to let her know I had arrived safely. Just hearing her voice made my balls tingle. She asked if I had unpacked yet because she packed a little surprise for me in my suitcase. As I was telling her I hadn't yet unpacked, I heard the familiar click of call-waiting and with that she said she had to answer the other call....click.

I started unpacking and to my surprise she had thrown a pair of her thong panties in my suitcase. She had also written a note that read "just a little something so you don't forget me while away".  I quickly pressed them against my face, smelling her sweet juices. She must have masturbated with them on because the aroma was wonderful. My cock was at full attention by now so I jerked off thinking of the things she did in those panties. I slowly fell asleep dreaming of her.

The next day, I called Bob to let him know I was ready to find the perfect house. He told me he was going to be in meetings all day but that he had one of his associates already looking for listings. He said Toni would be ready this afternoon for some showings. I left it at that and gave him my number so Toni could reach me this afternoon when she was ready. 

I received a call from his office around 1:30 that afternoon. The voice on the other end of the phone was absolutely hypnotic; so soft and seductive. Toni agreed to pick me up and said that we had three houses to view this afternoon. I told her I would be waiting in the lobby. 

I grabbed the newspaper and headed down to the lobby. I sat down and opened the paper skimming the headlines. The door opened and a beautiful red haired woman appeared. She intoduced herself and asked if I was ready. Was I ready! Toni was about 5' 3" tall with the most gorgeous green eyes I had ever seen. She looked to be in her mid 40's with a great set of tits and a killer ass. She was dressed in a very bright, large flowered sun dress that came down to mid thigh length. 

She showed me around the town a bit before our first two houses, pointing out the new sites. I hadn't been to this town in ten years so the tour was quite nice, especially with the guide being so beautiful. She was very knowledgeable and attentive with answering my questions on the houses we viewed. She told me we had one more to see before the day was finished.

As we pulled into the driveway of the last house, I was in awe of the size and well kept lawn. This house was just amazing. Toni said that it belonged to a couple going through a bitter divorce and that they were needing to sell fast and cheap. As she approached the front door to let us in, I noticed the outline of a pair of thong panties encasing her ass through her sundress. The sun was just at the right angle to make her dress appear a bit sheer. My cock had her immediate attention.

She showed me around the main floor; the usual bullshit rooms like the kitchen, dining room, study. I kept close behind her trying to get a better view of those panties. At one point, she reached up to pull the shade in the living room because the sun was shining brightly. I thought I was going to cum in my pants right there. As she reached for the shade her dress rode up giving me the most beautiful sight I had seen in quite some time. Her tight ass was clearly visible encased in that small little thong panty. Great selling tool I thought.

I followed her upstairs to see the rest of the house. I was a few steps behind her so I could sneek a peak of that beautiful ass again. Toni made her way down the hall to the master bedroom. She told me I just had to see this bedroom. I entered the room and was in awe. It was the largest bedroom I had ever seen, complete with a four-person size jacuzzi tub in the masterbath. She assured me my wife would love the jets as much as she did. I wondered what she was talking about. It didn't take long to find out.

She reached around and unzipped her dress letting it fall to the floor. I looked in amazement at her absolute beauty. Toni stood before me in a sheer white thong with a matching sheer white bra. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. I looked down and saw that she had just a whisper of pubic hair showing through her thong. The outline of her pussy lips was clearly visible through that thin material. 

She told me Bob said to do "whatever it takes" to make the sale. With that, she unzipped my pants to free my cock. My pants were down around my ankles as she pulled my boxers down. My cock jumped out at her with a fury. Toni started to suck my cock like no one else has ever done. She was a professional in more ways than one. I reached around her head and pushed it closer to my crotch. She took all eight inches down her throat.

I pulled her up to me and started kissing her pasionately gently laying her on the bed. I just had to see that beautiful pussy. I gently pulled her thongs down over her waist. Her panties were damp with excitement as I pulled them all the way down her legs. I started at her feet and began to lick her legs up one side and down the other. Her moans were soft. 

She was rubbing her tits, pinching at her nipples through her bra. Her nipples were rock hard and had to be at least 3/4 of inch erect. I had focused my attention on her beautiful pussy; so well manicured. She had a beautiful landing strip of hair pointing the way to her amazing lips and clit. Her clit was a bit engorged as I sucked her lips. I had never been so horny in all my life and by the way my face was covered in her juices, neither had she.

She stopped my afternoon snack and led me to the jacuzzi. Toni reached down and started to fill the tub. As she bent down, I could see her wetness dripping down her legs. She got in the tub and positioned her pussy directly over the faucet with her legs up over the tub. She quivered in excitement as the water poured over her clit. I entered the tub and straddled her so that my cock was accesible for her mouth. Her blow job techniques were amazing. 

Feeling the need to blow my load, I quickly pulled my cock out of her mouth. I positioned Toni over the side of the tub with her hands against the wall and entered her sweet pussy from behind. I pumped her long and deep. She was quite tight but I easily penetrated her because she was so wet with excitement. Her moans grew longer and louder as I pumped her with my swolen cock.

I had never had the pleasure of such a wet pussy. The sounds from my thrusts were getting me harder with each motion. I told her I was about to cum. She immediately turned and faced me, asking that I shoot my load on her beautiful tits. With the flick of her tongue, my explosion was immediate. The sight of my hot cum running down her neck and tits was the most amazing site. She took her hands and rubbed her tits, making sure her breasts were covered in my juices.

Toni had but one thing to ask; did she make the sale? I told her my wife and I would have to think on it over the weekend. We dressed She dropped me off at the hotel. As I was getting out of the car she threw me her thong. I quickly put it in my pocket making sure no one saw the present I had received. Upon arriving to my room, I pulled them out and brought them up to my face. They were still soaked with her juices. 

The only thing I could think of was..SOLD!



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Our first time at eXcape was incredible. Initially my wife and I only had conversations about expanding our sex life. Our first step in actaully doing anything was taking and posting pictures on an amateur website. Then came to eXcape while we were on an east coast trip about a year ago. Our last adventure happened a few moths ago when a friendly gathering with a group of friends turned into a naked Show & Tell - and a little more exclusive fun after most everyone left.

We couldn't say where our sporadic sexcapdes were going to lead us, but we were sure having fun along the way.

Being in a lifestyle club that first time was a big step. After observing different interactions for a short while, we worked our way into the flow. René wore a fancy pair of Victoria Secret panties that night, and while we danced I lifted her skirt to expose her ass to anyone who happened to look. When she said that got her a little excited, I opened her blouse to show more and more of her cleavage. eXcape was an off-premises club, which we found out meant no sex was to occur on the premises. We weren't sure about nudity; but given that no one else was exposed, we didn't want to find out the hard way.

René was playfully slapping my hands away from her buttons, when a couple danced over to us. He was about 5'10" with a short, curly afro; she was about 5'8", with braids. They both were in good shape, and dressed nicely. He was already dancing behind her, so I moved behind René – leaving the women face to face. She introduced them as Tony and Crystal, as she placed her hands on René's hips. We exchanged greetings and other pleasantries over the music, and Crystal advanced further and further.

Her hands went from René's hips to her ass, with the back of her hands alternately rubbing my erection. I kissed René's neck, as I pulled her blouse open – showing cleavage, but not nipple. Tony raised an eyebrow at me, and I gave him a nod. As Crystal whispered in René's ear, Tony felt her right breast and I heard her sigh. He brought his other hand up to squeeze her left breast, as Crystal moved in on her ear. I felt René's body press into mine, and could imagine her knees must have gotten a little weak at having two strangers feel her up in a club.

"Are you all right?" I whispered in her free ear.

"We have a problem."

"What's wrong?"

"I just felt a huge gush downstairs, and I don't have any reserve panties with me."

I laughed, "That's not a problem!"

"How would you like going the rest of the night like this?"

"You think I'm still dry down there?" René's knows that when I'm excited, I leak a lot of precum. "If this goes too much further, it's gonna look like I pissed my pants."

"How much further do you think it will go?"

I didn't answer, verbally – instead I pulled her shirt open to expose her nipples to Crystal and Tony.

Crystal sighed, and Tony got a huge smile on his face as he pinched her hard nipples. Crystal looked around, then bent over to give each one a suck – René slumped back into me again. When Crystal stood up, Tony pulled her dress straps down and exposed her breasts. Crystal grabbed one of René's hands and one of mine, and put each to one of her breasts. I pinched her nipple, then rubbed it directly onto René's. We were certainly a long way from laying in bed, sharing fantasies and possibilities.

Not much more happened that night at eXcape; the four of us sat at the bar and talked for a while, and the mood fizzled from there. Being new to this lifestyle, we wondered if we missed some signal or said something wrong. Whatever the case, those activities on the dance floor inspired some hot encounters between us – starting with that night.

Within a minute of returning to the hotel, I was sitting in the desk chair for René to ride my dick like a princess cowgirl. She would alternate between kissing my face while she gyrated and grinded, and bracing her hands on my shoulders while she bounced and thrust.

She was working so hard, it was like she was on an orgasm roller coaster - as soon as one would crest and subside, she was on her way up another one. She would lock up and convulse, then relax and keep going, until she locked and convulsed again. Each time I had really concentrate to prevent the contractions in her pussy from sucking my cum out. After each orgasm, René's pussy was wetter than before. Instead of getting tired, she seemed to be more and more energetic. Her titties were glistening from how hard she was working. I squeezed them, then sucked her sweaty nipples.

"Oh FUCK!"

I sucked harder, and pressed my teeth into them, and René took off into another orgasm. "It felt that good to you?" I asked when she relaxed.

"It all feels good, baby!" she said breathing heavy. "I just can't . . . I can't . . ."

"You can't what?"

She shifted her hips slightly, and started pumping her pussy on my dick with such force the chair moved back. "You keep hitting this spot that's like – DAMN!"

"I ain't hitting nothing," I laughed. "It's all you!"

"And it's like there's an orgasms sitting right on the edge, and I can't get it . . . I can't get it!"

Her pussy got so good to me; I put my arms under her legs and stood up - something I hadn't done before. "You want me to get it?"

"Oh shit, baby!" she cried as I kept my dick inside her and walked past the desk to put her back on the wall. "DAMN!" another orgasm rolled.

"Was that it?"

"No," she panted, "It's still there!"

I brought my arms from under her legs, bent my knees a little, and sprung up to drive my dick into her. René grabbed at my back, then wrapped her arms and legs around my body as tight as she could get them.

"Is that the spot?" I asked on each thrust.

René had lost the ability to answer – her verbal response was unintelligible. But her body gave me all the answer I needed when her orgasm went off like a firework. This time I was unable to fight releasing into her. I pressed her to wall as my cum filled her. After the fourth or fifth shot, my knees gave way and we literally fell in a heap on the floor. I didn't care that I hit my head; that night was a highpoint in our sex life.

René and I reminisced about that night as we walked to eXcape from out hotel. I figured if I got her going a little on the way there, we could hit the ground running once we got inside. It was fishnet night at the club, and René wore a white net top with one of my black wifebeaters on underneath, and black mini skirt. It took some restraint on my part to not slide in her before we left; but I wanted her charge to get as high as possible. Worse come to worse, I could relive myself in the bathroom and be ready to go again in about 3 minutes – well, 5 minutes, maybe.

Inside the club, there was eye candy for any flavor you desired – vanilla, chocolate, butter pecan, even lemon. Most of the women were in fishnet outfits of some sort. Some full length, some just the top, like René. We moved our way through crowd, and went right to the dance floor. The DJ was playing a mix of some hot songs from the 90s and 2000s. We – or René, I should say – got winks, waves and smiles from different women watching us dance. Her top didn't allow me to play the same exposure game with her titties as last time, but I did give people peaks of her butt cheeks.

No one came over to dance with us after nearly an hour on the floor. We found a place to sit, and had just started talking about who we might go up to dance with when we went back on the floor, when a woman sat next to us.

"Hello, I'm Brynice."

"I'm René, and this is my husband Deron."

"How long have you two been married?"

"Six years."

"Nice; congratulations. Black folks in love is a beautiful thing."

"Are you married?" I asked

"I was almost married, but my fiancé said she just couldn't be 100% sure she was ready. That was tough to hear after four years; but that's life, right?"

"And its better you find that out beforehand, and not have to deal with it later."

"You two look real happy together. You caught my eye dancing out there, and I watched you for a while."

"Do you live in DC?"

No, I live in College Park. I come here once or twice a month to let my locs down," she smiled. "Where are you guys from?"

"Ohio. This is a three-day weekend for us, so came to have a little fun."

"Is that right? Well, welcome."

"Thank you." René and I looked at each other, trying to figure out what she may have been up to.

"I hope I'm not scaring you two," Brynice said as if she read our minds. "I'm just a friendly person, and I know that can be a turn off to some people."

"Just how friendly are you trying to be?" I asked.

She looked at me, then smiled, "No more friendly, or honest, than people can handle."

"How long have you been lesbian?"

"Oh damn," she laughed, "right to the point, huh?"

"Can you handle it, or should I pull back?"

"No no, don't pull back a bit. I've been lesbian since I was 19. After I wasn't feeling anything from my second boyfriend, I acknowledged my feelings toward women."

"So how often do you approach married couples?"

"Only when I see one with a woman I can't take my eyes off of," she winked at René. "How long have you two been in the life?"

"I don't know that we are officially in yet," René said.

"Newbies?"

"The right situation hasn't presented itself."

"I understand that, for sure," she took a sip of her drink. "Well, I mean no disrespect to you Deron, but would you mind if I danced with René? I'm not trying to steal her away, or drive any wedges; she just looks really good to me."

"She looks really good to me too," I smiled. "But you have to ask her."

"No, I want to ask you first , because – like I said – I'm not trying to be disrespectful. You came in here together, and I'm mindful of that."

I looked the question to René, and she looked her answer back. "Buy me a top-shelf drink, and you can have a dance."

Brynice caught a waitresses attention, "Get this man anything he wants – on me."

I ordered my drink, then watched the two find a spot on the floor and start dancing. Part of me felt like a chump for allowing my wife to get swooped away, part of me felt proud that someone else found her as irresistible as I did. Brynice stared touching René, and that quieted the chump feelings.

Brynice was an inch or two shorter than René, with darker skin tone and a smaller frame. She had bigger breasts though; fuller, but not as perky. She had locs that came just below her shoulders; and while she was the aggressor with us, to look at her she would be the femme of a relationship.

Brynice had René turn around, and put her hands on her hips. While René looked at me, I watched Brynice's hands move down to her thighs and then up to her chest. I could tell by the look on her face that René was enjoying herself. René wasn't a prude when I met her, but she wasn't as sexually adventurous – at least from what she told me. She had her fun, but our closeness and openness had allowed her to consider things that she wouldn't have before – like threesome, swinging, and dancing suggestively with another woman in a lifestyle club.

I had been a little wilder in my single days. I had even been to a sex party where I got my dick sucked in a hot tub by one girl, in the living room by another girl, and was one of four men in a row to fuck a woman in the bedroom. I had sex in movie theaters, one-night stands, and internet hook-ups. René wasn't jealous of those experiences, but I was glad that she was having one of her own.

Brynice's hands went under René's top, and I got up from the table. Brynice kept dancing behind René, as I asked if she was okay. In response, René grabbed my face and planted a sloppy kiss on my lips. "I am sooooo wet," she whispered in my ear.

"That's what I hoped," I grinned, then started tearing open the wifebeater from the bottom.

René's eyes widened at the ripping sound. I moved Brynice's hands to rip the top, then moved her hands onto René's bare titties. René closed her eyes and bit her lip. When she opened them, all I saw was the lust of the moment.

I slipped my tongue in her mouth, then went back to my seat – my erection pointing the way. I watched as Brynice's hands stayed on René's titties, and her lips made their way to their ear. I had no idea what she was saying, but René was licking her lips and nodding her head.

"Is that your wife?" a man said from behind me.

"Yes."

"She is very sexy," his wife said.

"Waitress, get this man another," he dropped a ten on her tray.

"Thanks!"

"No problem." He pulled out a card, "Looks like y'all busy tonight, but give us a call sometime."

Brynice put her hand on the back of René's neck, and bent her over. She danced and smacked her ass until the song that was playing ended. She let René straighten up, and they danced face to face on the next song as René took off the wifebeater like a shirt. Brynice tossed it over her should. After that song ended, they came back to the table. René's hard nipples were clearly visible, and were contrasting with the white of the net material.

"Thank you, Deron."

"Yeah," René reached under the table and squeezed my dick as she kissed me. "Thank you."

"Do I have to ask if you had fun?"

"You don't have to ask, but there are other ways you can find out the answer."

I put my hand on her knee, and felt her legs part. I moved my hand between her legs until I felt wetness on her thigh. I pressed a little further until I felt the stubble of her shaved pussy, making sure I my fingertip was coated. I brought my finger out, and took a savory suck.

"Damn," Brynice sighed. "You two are going to make me cream my panties. How much for a taste?"

René turned in her seat toward her, "Go ahead."

Me reaching under her skirt to taste her was one thing; but for her to allow a strange woman to do the same, René must have really been worked up.

Brynice shook her head, "I want to drink from the faucet." She looked at me, "How much?"

I grinned at René. "It's gonna be more than a drink."

"Okay; what are we talking?"

"What's it worth to you?" I laughed.

"Shit, let me check my bank account."

René laughed, "You two are stoopid!"

"You really want to taste it?" I licked my finger again, "It's good."

"I really do."

"Gimme a hundred."

"How long do I get?"

"Wait, what's going on here?"

"Brynice and I are talking a little business."

"About me?"

I leaned toward her and squeezed her knee, "Is there a problem with that?"

She hesitated, "Yeah."

"Whose is it?" I locked in on her eyes.

René looked at me, then at Brynice, then back at me, "Yours, Daddy," she whispered.

"I didn't hear that."

"It's yours, Daddy."

I knew what saying this would do to her, "What's mine?"

She dropped her head, "My pussy."

"Now say it together, and look at me when you do."

She showed me the submission in her eyes, "My pussy is yours, Daddy."

I squeezed her knee again, "To do with as I please, right?"

René sighed, "Always."

"Then let me handle some business."

Brynice licked her lips looking at René, "It's like that, huh?"

"Yes it is. So, you want a taste or not?"

"How long do I get for a hundred?"

I thought for a second, "You get three orgasms."

"Make it four."

"You can't stop for long breaks in between. If your jaw gets tired, that's on you."

"Oh, that's not going to happen." Brynice dug in her pocket, and slapped a hundred dollar bill on the table. I looked at René's face, then pocketed the money. "Let's go."

When we got outside, Brynice needed to run to her car. We waited on the corner for her to return.

"I am going to fuck you up when she leaves!"

"Like you did last time?" I grinned.

"Oh hell no!" She grabbed the collar of my shirt, "I am going to drain you of every fucking ounce of strength you have! You hear me?"

"I'm gonna love watching you try," I drove my tongue in her mouth.

She sucked my tongue, then broke the kiss. "I'm about to start running through my panties, down my leg."

I turned her back to a light post, and ran my hands up her thighs.

"Deron, stop!"

"You don't have the right to say that tonight!"

"There are people around."

"Who wish they were our shoes," I grabbed her panties, and pulled them down until they were able to drop at her ankles. "Now hand them to me."

She looked around, then tried to casually bend over. I took a step back. She stood back up, and opened her hand, "Here."

I took another step back, and kept my hand close to my body. She stretched her hand out to reach me. "Let them hang from your fingertip."

"Deron!"

"Do you want me to spank you right out here in the open?!"

She closed her eyes and took a breath, then let her panties hang from her fingertip.

I let them hang for a couple of seconds, smiling, then I took them from her, "Was that so hard?"

"You just keep digging your hole deeper and deeper, mister." Brynice came from her car, and we started to the hotel. "Why don't you walk in front of us, and give Brynice a peak at what you got?" I said to René.

She took a few steps to get ahead, then looked around. She reached back and lifted her mini skirt to show her pantyless ass.

Brynice looked at me, and I held up René's thong – that was absolutely soaked, "These weren't doing her anymore good."

"That skirt isnt' doing her too much good either."

I laughed, "Good idea, but we're here now." We got inside the hotel room and I sat at the desk, getting the pad and a pen. "You got four orgasm; and trust that I do know when she's having one."

Brynice took one of the pillows from the bed, and put it on the floor at the foot of the bed. As she got on her knees, she told René to get on the bed and lay back. 

"Take your clothes off first," I added.

"Keep your shoes on," Brynice said as René undressed.

Bare and beautiful, René climbed on the bed and laid back with her legs open to Brynice. It wasn't long before I could smell her scent from where I was sitting. As turned on as I was, I was also jealous.

I moved my chair over so I had a view of what Brynice was doing, in case I wanted to jot down some notes. Brynice started by brushing her thumbs over René's lips. They were already swollen, and René's body immediately responded. She leaned her head in and sucked one lip into her mouth, and then the other. She alternated lips a few more time, then sucked them both between her lips.

René's breathing became real heavy, and her hands made their way to her nipples.

"Are you okay?"

"I am great," René moaned slowly.

"What about you? Was I exaggerating?"

"I woulda paid you two hundred for this," she winked over her shoulder.

"For $200, you can do more than taste it."

"Hey!" René raised her head off the bed.

"Are you interrupting our negations again?"

Brynice gave René's protruding clit a lick that sent her head back to the bed with a loud moan. She put her head between René's legs, and I couldn't tell what she was doing – but René loved it. Her moans got louder and her gyrations got stronger, until I saw the familiar sound of an orgasm working its way through her body.

"That's one," I made a mark on the pad.

"Pull your legs back," Brynice looked up.

René grabbed the heels of her shoes and pulled her legs back.

"Yeah," Brynice nodded, then put her mouth back on René's pussy.

"Shit yeah!" René turned her head from side to side.

My dick was throbbing in my pants as I watched Brynice eat René for a good six or seven minutes without coming up for air. René screamed and panted, but never let go of her heels. I felt like helping out, so I went to the side of the bed and bit her nipple. That sensation sent René off into a strong orgasm.

"Mmmmmmmm," Brynice moaned into René's pussy. I knew from experience her mouth was getting filled with sweet cream. She then dipped her head lower, and René's eyes shot open.




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I laid on the bed over René's head, and leaned over to her ear, "What's she doing to you?"

"Ohhhh shit!"

"Tell me."

"I feel her tongue going around my asshole," she pushed out through her pants.

"And you like that shit, don't you?"

"Uhh huhhh!"

"Because you're a nasty girl."

"Freak nasty, Daddy!"

"Grab her head and pull her in further."

René let go of one of her heels, and put her hand on the back of Brynice's head.

"Pump her face!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" René screamed as her body started more and more intensely. I don't know if Brynice's tongue was still on René's ass, or if it had moved to her pussy, but wherever it was, René was riding the hell out of it! Her orgasm hit, and it look like she was having a seizure. Her screams were bouncing off the walls so loud, I put my hand over her mouth until she calmed down.

Brynice was breathing hard herself, when she looked up and told René to turn over on her knees. René let a little of her strength return, and rolled over with her head on the bed. "Perfect," Brynice slid her finger in René, then sucked it dry.

I couldn't standby any longer, and got off the bed to remove my pants. I sat above René's head, and presented her with something to suck on.

"You don't get off that easy," she kept her head on the bed and licked my nuts, as Brynice licked and sucked her. She knew by now it wouldn't take much to cause me to erupt, so she teased it with kisses and soft licks between moans and screams at Brynice's tongue.

"Look at how you're giving it up to her," I teased as my dick knocked on her forehead. "Sticking your sexy ass out for her to dig her tongue deep inside. Is she good?"

"Ohhhhhh yes!"

"Why haven't you told her?"

"Your tongue feel so good!"

"She's putting in work down there, and you haven't given her any props!"

As if on cue, Brynice smacked her ass. René winced and spread her lips more. Brynice smacked her ass again.

"You're eating my pussy so good!"

"Your nasty pussy."

"My nasty pussy!"

"You want to cum again, don't you?"

"Yessssss!"

"Ask her – nicely."

"Please make me cum, Brynice! Please please please!!"

"Good girl," I pushed my dick to her face. René let out a wild scream that nearly scared me. "Damn, what she do to you?"

"Her finger is in my ass!"

"Two, actually," Brynice looked around René's ass.

René leaned up and dug her fingers into my thighs as she came. Brynice sat on the floor to catch her breath, and René leaned on her side to let her orgasm run its course.

"Worth every dime," Brynice went to the bathroom.

"She was good!"

"You were too."

She laughed and sat up, "You're still in trouble." She straddled my lap, and my dick slid into her with no problem.

Brynice came out as René was hitting her stride. She turned the chair around and watched René work. After René had another orgasm, I put her on her back and worked her for all I was worth. We knew Brynice was still in the room, but didn't care. Like always René and I were focused on each other. Brynice was a silent bystander, but it was actually fun to have an audience.

I increased my intensity as I felt my nuts preparing to release. René pulled a leg back, and pressed the other out to the side, going as deep in her as possible. When I came, René grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper.

I laid inside her until I caught my breath, then rolled off. My dick was shining with her juices, and still semi-hard.

"You two are something else," Brynice got up to leave.

"Don't you leave without giving us your number," René rolled over to stroke my dick.

"Its already on the bill I gave you," she winked. "Y'all have a good night," she left.

I yawned, "You had a good night?"

"Had? This night is just getting started," she laughed. "Payback is a bitch!"



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(C) 2006 Rachel Gumm. You may freely distribute this story digitally, but only in full, crediting me as the author. I welcome feedback. You can e-mail me through the link below.

After the unmistakable rumbling of Becky's van pulling up outside, Andrew strolled to the door and opened it before his guest had a chance to ring the doorbell. He was in his early thirties, well built, and somehow managed to make the early stages of balding look fashionable with his short, spiky hair.

"Hi," he greeted, looking relieved that Becky was finally at his house.

"Hi," she said. Her frizzy hair was tied back in a ponytail above well-worn casual clothes, and she carried a tote bag. "May I come in?"

"Of course," replied Andrew, motioning for her to come inside. "Would you like a drink?"

"No, thank you," said Becky as she followed Andrew down the hallway and into the lounge. "So where's the merchandise?" she asked as she sat on his couch. Evidently, she wanted to get straight to the point tonight.

"Give me a second," said Andrew, grinning. He left the room. A few moments later, the rattling of metal chains could be heard from upstairs. The sound grew louder until he finally reappeared, holding a leash in his hand.

Walking timidly behind him was a woman in her late twenties who was wearing nothing but steel cuffs around each limb and a matching collar, all joined together by chains that had started to lose their shine. She must have worn them often, and for at least a good year or two, realised Becky.

When Andrew stopped walking, the woman obediently knelt down at his side. Andrew grabbed a chain and pair of padlocks from behind the couch Becky was sitting on before unfastening the woman's leash from her collar. He replaced it with the chain, padlocking one end onto her collar and the other onto a floor hook discretely hidden beneath the couch.

"This is my slave," he said proudly.

Becky was surprised when the tethered woman looked straight at her. Although there was slight pleading in her pretty hazel eyes, there was barely a hint of self consciousness at being fully displayed in front of a stranger. That was a good sign indeed.

Becky walked up to Andrew's slave, closely examining every inch of her slender body. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and there were no visible scars, piercings or tattoos. She was in top condition.

Without warning, Becky groped the slave's breasts from behind, first squeezing them firmly, then circling her fingertips around her nipples. Although she whimpered slightly, Becky was again impressed. She didn't flinch at all.

"How well trained is she?" asked Becky as she walked back to her bag. She took out a pair of medical gloves and slipped them on.

"Very," replied Andrew confidently. He looked down at the chained woman. "Go down on me, slave." Without a word or even hesitation, she started to unfasten Andrew's jeans. "Stop," he ordered. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading.

"Afraid you'll change your mind?" Becky grinned.

"Fellatio is one of the things she's best at."

"In front of a stranger, too," noted Becky as she applied some lubricant to her middle finger. "Impressive." She walked up to his slave again. "How good is she at cunnilingus?"

"I don't believe she's ever tried it yet," admitted Andrew. She had never even so much as kissed another woman as far as he knew, but she'd expressed a desire to one day be intimate with a dominant woman. It looked like that day had finally come.

"No matter," said Becky, shrugging. She slid her finger between the tethered woman's labia, into her gleaming wet cunt. She moaned in approval and thrusted her hips forward, towards Becky's hand. "There's nothing I won't be able to teach her to do well during a few sessions with my TENS unit." Again, Andrew's slave pushed against Becky's gloved hand. "She's an eager little slut." Becky grinned. "I like that." After a brief pause, she announced her decision. "OK, I'll buy her."

"Could you give me a hand carrying her into the van?" asked Becky, looking down at her helpless new slave. After exchanging money and signing the paperwork, Andrew had secured her in her familiar thick, black latex sleepsack and matching hood. As she knew from many previous experiences in it, she wouldn't even be able to fold her arms or scratch an itch, let alone entertain any thoughts of escaping.

She was beginning to give up struggling, only occasionally writhing around slightly. Mainly she was just sobbing into the phallic gag under her hood. It was still only just sinking in that she had been sold, rather than merely shown off to a guest like she'd assumed.

Andrew found a bath sheet to drape over her so that the neighbours wouldn't see a squirming woman being carried into the back of a van. Before long, he and Becky had securely strapped her in place. Various straps attached to the van's walls had been fastened around the sleepsack, securing her in the middle of the van's floor, her head resting on a pillow Becky had thoughtfully brought with her.

"If she gives you any trouble, just phone me," Andrew told Becky.

"Don't worry," she assured him. "By the time I get her out of the sleepsack, my girlfriend and I will already have her locked up in our spare room. There's no way we could possibly have a problem with her."

"Good."

Becky slammed the door to the van shut, and at last she was no longer troubled by her new slave's sobbing. "Are you sure you want me to go through with this?" she asked quietly. "She seems pretty upset now that she thinks she's really been sold."

"She HAS really been sold," corrected Andrew.

"True," conceded Becky, "but she doesn't have any idea I'm going to sell her back to you after the weekend."

"She's mentioned her kidnapping fantasies to me several times now," insisted Andrew, "and it specifically says in her slave contract that I can sell her to anyone I wish. You're a good friend, so I know I can trust you to respect her limits. I'm convinced she'll get a blast out of this once she settles down." Andrew glanced at the door of the van. "Just keep an eye on her, OK? If she's still sobbing tomorrow afternoon, we'll call it off. Otherwise, you and your girlfriend get the whole weekend to play with her."

"OK," agreed Becky. Thinking of all the fun she'd have with her new possession, however briefly the slave was hers for, she brightened up. "Don't worry, we'll take good care of her."

"I know you will. Thank you." Andrew watched her get into the front of her van and drive off. He knew his slave would be in good hands.



Sold



Chapter 1

"Welcome," Allen said to Mr. Richards as he extended his hand for a friendly handshake.

"I see we are all here so let's proceed down to the dungeon to conduct our business," Allen said as he turned and opened the foyer door leading into the mansion.

"Please, follow me," Allen said as he held the door open long enough for his guests to hold it open for each other as he proceeded toward the door leading to the basement.

Everyone was silent as all eight guests followed Allen. As they descended the stairs they all noticed how incredibly elegant Allen's house was. The only sounds evident were the sounds that their shoes made as they all followed single file down the stairs. The only noise that stuck out was the sound that stiletto's make as the only female guest walked down the stairs. Once they all were in the basement they again waited for Allen as he turned around to greet them.

"For some of you this is your second time here. For Mr. Richards, this is his fourth time. You guys know the routine. For the rest of you, you are about to embark on experience that most people have never heard of and few people even know exists. You are about to enter my dungeon," Allen said as he looked out at all eight of his guests. 

Allen noticed the expressions on everyone's faces particularly the first time guests. The one expression that caught his attention most was that of Ms. Katerina Turner. Her lips parted and it was almost as if she gasped slightly when Allen mentioned the word 'dungeon.' Slowly Allen turned around and pushed the remote control button, which caused the bookshelf to slowly move away from the wall. 

Again there was a collective gasp as the bookshelf revealed a dimly lit passageway. The sound of the motor humming as the bookshelf swung open added to the mysterious setting that everyone was about to experience. Once the bookshelf swung completely open, everyone stood up on his or her toes, trying to get a better look through the doorway.

"Please, be careful. There is a small landing and then a spiral staircase that will descend down over fifteen feet into the ground. The lighting will be dim but it is planned that way. Hold on to the railing as you follow me down," Allen said as he turned and entered the dark entrance leading down to the dungeon.

Slowly Allen led his guests down the spiral staircase. The clicking of Katerina's stiletto's continued to keep Allen's attention. Never before has he had a female guest but today was different. As Allen reached the bottom of the stairs, he stepped back and allowed the other eight guests to finish descending. 

Immediately everyone began gazing around, as they were now fifteen feet below even the basement. The chilly air and the dim lighting caused Katerina to caress her bare arms as she shivered briefly. Once the last guest stepped onto the floor of the dungeon Allen turned and walked toward the small single light that shone down from the high ceiling. As Allen stopped at the outskirts of the small round stage, he turned around and faced his guests.

"There is a chair here for each of you. In the center you will notice a small round stage with a light shining down upon it. Each of you will sit in a chair as the chairs are spaced out so they completely encircle the rotating stage. You will wait here until I return with my wife Colleen," Allen said as he watched the guests each walk toward the chairs that circled the stage. 

As Allen turned and walked away, the guests immediately began to look around, especially the first time guests. Allen walked up the spiral stairs and into the basement. From there he walked up to the foyer where they had originally came. As Allen made his way toward the staircase leading to the bedrooms on the second floor he couldn't help but wonder about what was about to happen. As he reached the top of the stairs, his excitement increased as he heard his wife talking to Tamar.

Silently, Allen stood in the doorway. His wife was sitting on the chair in front of Tamar as she adjusted her chains. Allen was taken aback as he gazed at how beautiful Tamar looked. The thick black leather spiked collar around her neck caused her long auburn hair to shine in the light in the room. The small hoops hanging from her nipples were connected together by a gold chain. From there, another chain hung down from each nipple ring and connected to a center ring just above her navel, forming a golden triangle. As Allen's gaze drifted down to Tamar's cunt, her clit stood out engorged as the ring through her hood was pulled slightly upward as the chain connected to it was attached to the center ring above her navel. 

What really caught Allen's attention were the shoes that Tamar was wearing. They were completely clear six and a half-inch stilettos. There were two gold chains that crossed over each foot leaving virtually every square inch of her beautiful feet exposed. A third chain wrapped around each ankle before winding up her calves, past her knees until they reached mid thigh. It was there, where Colleen was adjusting the chains.

Allen walked in and watched as his wife continued to attach and adjust the three small chains that were hooked to the three small rings that were through each of Tamar's pussy lips. Allen could see the expression on Tamar's face as Colleen continued to attach the chains from her shoes that were around her thighs to the three rings in her cunt lips. As Colleen made the final adjustments to the chains, he could see his wife's fingers glistening from Tamar's excitedness.

There, you are all ready," Colleen said softly as she stood up and turned to face her husband.

Allen gazed at his wife as she slowly opened her robe, revealing her naked body except for the black lace stockings and six-inch stiletto's she was wearing. Colleen dropped the robe at her feet and walked over to the vanity. Allen's eyes became transfixed on his wife's beautiful ass as her cheeks swayed gracefully from side to side. As she turned and walked back to Tamar, Allen noticed how incredibly hard his wife's nipples were. The rings sticking through her nipples were connected together with a gold chain just like Tamar's. Each nipple had a chain that connected to the ring through her hood, forming a much larger triangle than Tamar's did.

As Colleen walked back to Tamar, Allen noticed that she had the leather leash in her hand. Colleen reached out and opened the clip, slipping it over the center ring just above her navel. As she held the leash with one hand, Colleen turned around and hugged her husband.

"We are ready Lord Allen," Colleen said softly as she pressed her breasts and nipple jewelry into Allen's chest.

Allen wrapped his arms around his beautiful wife and pulled her into his chest even tighter. He loved the way her 38DD breasts felt against his chest. The gold spikes of her leather collar pressed into his chest as they hugged. Even though he remained fully clothed, he could still feel her nipple rings pressing into his flesh. 

Getting caught up in the moment caused Allen's cock to spring to attention in his pants. He closed his eyes momentarily as his hands slipped down over his wife's naked ass. Squeezing softly he suddenly remembered that they needed to go. He opened his eyes and looked down at his wife who was already looking up at him.

"I love you," Allen said to Colleen as he slowly lowered his head and placed his lips on hers. 

Their lips barely touched as their tongues began to slither across each other's. Both Allen and Colleen moaned softly as their kiss intensified. 

"I love you Lord Allen," Colleen whispered as their faces slowly drifted apart and their eyes opened slightly.

"Lets proceed," Allen said softly as he turned and extended his hand for his wife to lead Tamar down to the dungeon.

Colleen took two steps before the leash extended as far as it could. Allen watched as the leash pulled at Tamar's nipples and clit.

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhh," Tamar moaned out as she took her first step.

"Ohhh Goddddddddd," Tamar cried out as the chains from her shoes that were wrapped around her legs now pulled at her pussy lips.

"Ohhh Goddddddddd Damnnnnnn," Colleen cried out as her second step pulled on her other cunt lip. 

Before Colleen led Tamar to the door, Tamar was panting. They proceeded down the short hallway to the stairs leading down to the main floor. With each and every step, Tamar moaned in pleasurable ecstasy. Allen gazed at the magnificent sight of his wife leading another woman by a leash as they began descending down the stairs. 

Allen's eyes were fixated on Tamar's ass as she slowly followed Colleen. She was moaning and panting as though she was on the verge of cumming. She wouldn't cum though because that was not how she was trained. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Allen stepped in front of the two vixens and again began to watch them.

"Please Mistress Colleen, please stop, I cannot take it anymore," Tamar mumbled as her eyes were now half closed. 

Allen continued to watch as every step caused the chains around her legs to pull her pussy open. As they walked a little farther, Colleen pulled tightly on the leash, causing Tamar to scream out in agony.

"OOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWAAAAA," Tamar cried out as she took a longer step to lighten the slack in the leash, only to find that the longer the step she took the more the chains pulled her pussy open.

As they made their way toward the door leading to the basement Allen noticed how his wife's breasts swayed while she walked. As he compared them to Tamar's 36C breasts they were both beautiful. Both ladies were completely toned from the vigorous exercise routine that they had to do and they both were perfectly tanned. This is what Lord Allen required of them. 

Allen opened the door leading to the basement. Colleen walked through first as she pulled on the leash again until Tamar moaned uncontrollably. The clicking sound that their stiletto's made on the wooden stairs drew Allen's attention to their feet. Tamar had beautiful feet, which Lord Allen took a liking to. Her feet looked absolutely perfect encased in those clear stilettos. The ring on her second toe matched the chains over her foot. Looking at his wife's feet, Allen remembered many a pleasurable nights when he fucked them until he came all over them. 

As they reached the basement, they walked over to the entrance of the dungeon. The bookshelf remained open and Colleen led Tamar to the entrance. 

"Stop," Allen commanded as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blindfold as he stood behind Tamar.

Slowly Allen reached up and slipped the black blindfold over Tamar's head and placed it over her eyes. As he fastened in behind her head he began wondering if she knew what was about to happen to her. The blindfold was finally secured as Allen lowered his hands to Tamar's hips. Using what nails he had on his fingers, he scrapped his nails up Tamar's sides from her hips to her armpits. Tamar gasped as goose bumps now covered her body. Allen stepped off to the side and gazed down at Tamar's beautiful breasts. The result he was looking for was attained, as Tamar's nipples were completely swollen and hard.

"Proceed," Allen said as he watched his wife lead Tamar onto the small platform that leads down to the dungeon. 

"Stop," Allen ordered once they were all on the platform. 

Allen reached into his pocket and produced the remote control. He pushed the button and watched as the bookshelf began to slowly close, entombing them in the dungeon. Tamar sensed that something was going to happen because she was being led down into the dungeon where she spent so many nights learning how to serve her Lord and Master. As Tamar began formulating what was about to happen she gasped as she heard her Lord and Master tell his wife to proceed.

Again Colleen led Tamar down the spiral staircase. The light was dim and Allen followed the two ladies. Once they reached the bottom of the stairs they stopped for a moment. Allen looked over at the guests who were all eagerly watching them. Everyone was seated around the small round platform as Allen nodded at his wife for her to proceed.

Slowly Colleen led Tamar over toward the platform. She led her between two chairs that were occupied by guests. Just as Tamar tentatively stepped between the two guests, Allen commanded his wife to stop. 

Colleen stopped and Tamar stopped right behind her. The single light shining down on the center of the small platform caused the gold chains on Colleen and Tamar to shimmer. The only other lighting in the room came from the candles on the walls and hung from the ceiling. As Colleen and Tamar waited patiently, Allen walked over to the other side of his wife.

"Tamar, I would like for you to welcome and greet Mr. Richards," Allen said as he nodded at his wife to assist their blindfolded slave.

"Yes Lord and Master," Tamar said softly as she tried to get a sense of what was happening.

Colleen placed her hands gently on the lower back of Tamar just under her long auburn hair. Still holding the leash in one hand, Colleen gently pushed downward, slowly lowering Tamar to her knees between Mr. Richard's parted legs.

As was standard with all of Allen's houseguests, Tamar knew her function. She placed her hands on Mr. Richard's thighs and slowly lowered her face to his groin. Her fingers quickly found the belt buckle of his pants and in no time she had his belt unbuckled. 

Allen gazed back at all of the guests, as he wanted to see their expressions. All of their eager eyes were focused on the blindfolded Tamar as they watched her mouth slide over the head of Mr. Richard's cock. Looking back down at Tamar, Allen watched as she expertly performed fellatio on Mr. Richards. Suddenly he began moaning as his hands began to caress Tamar's arms. Just as Mr. Richards was getting lost in the blowjob that he was receiving, Allen ordered Tamar to stop.

Allen motioned with his hand for Colleen to stand Tamar up. She pulled up on the leash and Tamar let out a low guttural moan as her nipples and clit were pulled upward. Quickly Tamar rose to her feet only to let out another deeper moan as the chains wrapped around her legs pulled firmly on her pussy lips. As Tamar stood blindfolded before Mr. Richards, she began to pant.

Allen again motioned for his wife to move over to the guest next to Mr. Richards. Colleen pulled firmly on the leash and Tamar instantly followed. Colleen placed her hands on Tamar and stood her facing the next guest between his parted legs.

"Tamar, please welcome and greet Mr. Johnson," Allen said as he looked into his wife's eyes.

Slowly and without hesitation Tamar squatted down. The loud gasp and moan caused her to drop to her knees as squatting caused the chains to pull tightly on her pussy lips. Immediately her hands found Mr. Johnson's zipper. He already had his button undone, as he wanted to savor the experience of Tamar's mouth even more. As Tamar pulled his briefs down, Mr. Johnson's enormous member sprang up.

Allen glanced over to his wife, as her eyes seemed to be transfixed on the enormous cock that Tamar was now sucking. Allen watched the look of lust grow in his wife's eyes as her eyes remained glued on the towering cock that Tamar was now running her tongue up and down on. Probably curiosity or maybe even out of desire, Colleen seemed to become lost in the action before her.

Sensing that his wife was becoming lost in what was happening, Allen looked down at his watch. Two minutes elapsed and he ordered Tamar to stop. Colleen tugged on the leash again and Tamar rose to her feet, this time moaning even louder as the large cock that she was just sucking had her extremely turned on. Allen again nodded his head at his wife and Colleen immediately led Tamar over to the next guest.

Tamar, please welcome and greet Mr. Henderson," Allen said as he watched Tamar slowly drop to her knees between his parted legs. 

Mr. Henderson was wasting no time as he already had his pants undone and his cock was already hard. As Tamar lowered her face, she was startled as his cock poked her in the chin. Quickly recognizing that her job had been made easy, she opened her mouth and quickly slid his member inside.

Allen watched as Mr. Henderson, the only black guest, closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Tamar's saliva glistened in the dim light as his dark flesh became coated. Glancing over at Ms. Turner, Allen saw the effect that Tamar was having on her. Her eyes were half closed and the white blouse she was wearing did little to hide her now hard nipples in the dim light.

Looking back at his wife, Allen could see her nipples as they were jutted out as far as they could go. She glanced back at her Lord and Master and he nodded his head as he glanced back down at his watch. She pulled up on the leash and Tamar slowly rose to her feet.

Slowly Colleen led Tamar over to the next guest. She noticed that he too had his pants undone and he was stroking his cock to total hardness. Colleen positioned Tamar between his parted legs and glanced back at Allen, waiting for his next command.

"Tamar, Please welcome and greet Mr. White," Allen said as he watched Tamar slowly drop to her knees. Her breathing was now labored as she found his much smaller cock with her hand. Her breathing grew louder as she could now only breath through her nose as her head began sliding up and down. Mr. White reached out and ran his hands through her long semi curly auburn hair while her head continued to slide up and down. 

Again Allen looked over at Katerina Turner. The top two buttons of her blouse were now unbuttoned and her nipples were pushing the material out even farther. Her mouth was open and her breathing was growing heavier as she watched Tamar greet Mr. White.

Since Mr. White sat directly across from Ms. Turner, all she could see was Tamar's head bobbing up and down and her magnificent ass as she knelt between his legs. Looking around at the other guests, the show they were watching was effecting them as well as everyone now had their cocks out of their pants.

Allen looked over at his wife. Her gaze momentarily left the action before her as she looked into her husband's eyes. Allen nodded his head and Colleen gently pulled up on the leash causing Tamar to rise to her feet. Slowly Colleen led Tamar over to Mr. Thomas. She positioned Tamar between his legs and Tamar stood patiently awaiting her next command. 

"Tamar, please welcome and greet Mr. Thomas," Allen said as he watched her slowly drop to her knees. 

Mr. Thomas instantly stopped stroking his cock as Tamar's blindfolded face lowered to his crotch. His cock slipped into her mouth and she could taste his pre cum as he had been stroking himself. The heavy breathing and soft moans from Tamar only heightened the sensations that Mr. Thomas was receiving.

As Allen stood there, he began looking at all of the guests. He knew that what they were watching was only going to aid his cause. Again his eyes became fixated on Ms. Turner. Another button was now undone and her short skirt seemed to be even shorter. Her heavy breathing led to a few soft moans as she continued to watch Tamar slide her mouth up and down Mr. Thomas's rigid cock.

Glancing down at his watch, Allen began thinking about what was going to happen next. The bulge in his pants felt like it was about to explode as the time neared for this meeting to continue. He watched his watch and after exactly two minutes he looked into his lovely wife's eyes. He nodded his head and she pulled up on the leash, bringing Tamar to her feet. 

Slowly Colleen led Tamar to the next guest. Tamar was so aroused that she moaned with each step she took. Colleen positioned Tamar between his spread open legs and nodded to her Lord and Master that Tamar was now ready.




Sold



"Tamar, please welcome and greet Mr. Salazar," Allen said as he gazed down at the only Puerto Rican guest.

Tamar lowered herself to her knees and instantly found Mr. Salazar's cock as it towered before her. Mr. Salazar was larger than average in size and every time Tamar's head slid down, he completely filled her mouth.

Again Allen looked around. Everyone was lazily stroking their cocks. Allen's gaze again turned to Ms. Turner. She was obviously aroused now as yet another button of her blouse was undone. Her one hand was now between her legs and she was squeezing her mound as she watched what was happening. Her heavy breathing was causing her breasts to heave up and occasionally her breasts became visible as her blouse would partially open. 

Mr. Salazar began to moan as he reached out and held Tamar by her head. His hips began to thrust and he was on the verge of cumming as he began to fuck Tamar's mouth. Looking at his wife Allen nodded because now was not the time for Mr. Salazar to cum. Just then, Colleen pulled up on the leash and Tamar pulled her mouth off of his cock as she stood up.

Gasping for air, Mr. Salazar seemed a little annoyed that he didn't get his full compliment of time. He glanced up at Allen with disgust in his eyes before glancing back at Colleen and then Tamar. He was flush in the face as he took continuous deep breaths. 

Colleen glanced back at her Lord and Master. Allen again nodded his head and Colleen pulled on the leash. 

"Oh God Master please," Tamar mumbled out as she followed Colleen to the next guest. As Tamar stood between Mr. Ooten's legs, Ms. Turner gazed up and down her body as if she was studying every detail. As Tamar stood there waiting for her Master's command, Allen couldn't help but to notice how well defined the muscles in her legs were. The stilettos she was wearing helped define every curve in her legs as well as show off her beautiful long slender toes. As she waited there patiently, I gazed back at Ms. Turner.

"Tamar, please welcome and greet Mr. Ooten," Allen said as he watched every sculpted muscle in Tamar's legs flex as she knelt down.

Looking over at Ms. Turner, Allen noticed how she gasped for air as Tamar's mouth slipped over and completely enveloped Mr. Ooten's cock. The last of Katerina's buttons was now undone and her hand was busy squeezing her pussy. As Katerina sat there squeezing her cunt, her hips began to rock and her eyes began to close. 

Colleen glanced at her husband as she saw him admiring Ms. Turner. She knew that it was business but yet she was a little jealous. Allen looked down at his wrist to see how much time was remaining for Mr. Ooten. Looking around at the guests he could see how incredibly turned on everyone was. 

Mr. Ooten closed his eyes and tossed his head back. Tamar continued to rhythmically bob her head up and down as his pre cum continued to leak into her mouth. Moans began to emanate from deep within Tamar as her heavy breathing nearly caused her to choke. Looking back at his watch, Allen saw that it was time and he nodded at his wife.

Colleen pulled up firmly on the leash causing Tamar to hurry to a standing position. Ms. Turner wasted no time as she immediately spread her legs. Short heavy gasps escaped Tamar as Colleen led her over to the final guest. As Colleen positioned Tamar between Ms. Turner's splayed legs; Katerina stared up at the blindfolded beauty.

"Tamar, Please welcome and greet Ms. Turner," Allen said as he glanced down at Katerina to see the glowing look in her eyes.

Tamar paused for a moment. Sensing that she would be disciplined, she sank down to her knees. A loud moan escaped Katerina's mouth as Tamar placed her hands on her soft thighs. Slowly Tamar lowered her face down, shoving Ms. Turner's skirt up to her hips. Ever so slowly Tamar lowered her face until her mouth came in contact with her panty covered pussy. 

"Oh god yesssssss," Ms. Turner cried out as Tamar slid her tongue across her fabric-covered crotch. 

Leaning back, Tamar slipped her hands up and hooked her fingers around the waistband of Katerina's panties. Ms. Turner instinctively lifted her legs up over Tamar before lifting her ass up slightly. Tamar began to pull Katerina's panties down over her hips. Gasping for air, Katerina lifted her ass even higher as Tamar pulled the back strap of her thong out of her ass cheeks. Ever so slowly, Tamar slid Ms. Turner's thong up her long shapely slender legs until her panties were around her ankles. Tamar slid the damp thong off of Katerina's stiletto clad feet and tossed it onto the floor.

Slowly Tamar lowered Ms. Turner's legs until they rested on her shoulders. She placed her hands on her thighs and slowly leaned down, sliding her hands until they rested on Katerina's hips. She leaned forward even more until her mouth came in contact with her moist swollen pussy.

"Oh fuck," Katerina moaned out as her head leaned back and she closed her eyes. 

As Colleen stood next to Tamar holding the leash she noticed that Ms. Turner's blouse was unbuttoned and opened. She could see her breasts as her nipples were turned upward and they were pierced with small barbell studs. Katerina's eyes closed and her head leaned back. Her chest began to rise and fall as Tamar continued to slide her tongue up and down the length of her slit. 

As Colleen became lost in the beauty of Ms. Turner's small firm breasts, she suddenly had the desire to reach down to feel and caress her beautiful nipples. As bad as she wanted to touch them, she realized that she couldn't. She knew that Ms. Turner was a domme and that was not permissible. As she pulled her eyes away from Katerina's breasts, she glanced back at her husband who was looking down at his watch.

"Oh Jesus Christ," Ms. Turner cried out as her hips began to buck against Tamar's impaling tongue.

Katerina's breasts were heaving up and down and her blouse now hung down at her sides. Her face was now flushed and her breasts and neck were turning a shade of pink. Katerina reached up and cupped both of her breasts, pushing them up and in until both nipples were pointed at each other. Just as she was about to cum, Colleen pulled up firmly on Tamar's leash, bringing her to her feet.

As Tamar remained between Ms. Turner's legs Allen began to slowly walk toward the small round stage that was in front of all of the guests. When he reached the stage, he paused for a moment before motioning for Colleen to lead Tamar to him. As the guests remained seated in the circle around the stage, their cock remained hard and they lazily stroked themselves. Even Ms. Turner as she was the only female guest continued to caress her breasts.

Silently, Allen nodded for Colleen to lead Tamar up onto the circular stage. Everyone watched patiently as Tamar stepped up onto the wooden platform. As she stepped up, the chains wrapped around her golden thigh's pulled her pussy firmly. Two loud gasps came from Tamar as she stepped onto the stage and came to a stop directly in the center. 

The light that shone down upon her caused her auburn hair to shine brilliantly. The black blindfold over her eyes continued to keep her from realizing her surroundings. Allen reached down and took Tamar's hand in his. He lifted her arm up until it was strait out over her head and off to the side slightly. Standing up on her toes, Colleen wrapped the soft padded cuff around Tamar's wrist. She pulled snugly on the leather before guiding the two metal studs through the restraint, holding it firmly in place.

Glancing out at the guests who were seated circling the stage, Allen took Tamar's other soft hand into his. Without any resistance, he lifted her hand until it was in the same position as the other hand. In doing so, Tamar let out a long steady moan as her breasts were now pulled higher which in turn pulled her clit ring up higher.

Colleen snugly wrapped the soft black leather cuff around Tamar's wrist before securing it just like the other one. Soft continuous gasps continued to emanate from deep within Tamar as she now stood helpless before the guests. Allen turned and looked at Tamar and paused for a moment to gaze at her beauty. She looked incredible as the light reflected off of all of the gold chains and rings that were attached to her body. 

Nodding at his wife, Allen watched as Colleen dropped to her knees, taking Tamar's beautiful ankle into her hand. She pulled softly on her ankle until Tamar's leg began to move. As Colleen pulled Tamar's leg out farther, Tamar gasped as the gold chain from her shoe that was wrapped around her thigh pulled firmly on the three rings attached to her pussy.

Allen reached overhead and lowered a chain with a padded cuff hanging from the end of it. He handed it to Colleen who remained kneeling next to Tamar. She took the cuff and opened the padded leather before wrapping it around her ankle. She pusher the two silver prongs through the holes in the cuff after securely tightening them around her ankle. 

Colleen reached up for her husband's hand. Allen helped his wife to her feet and looked up for the other chain as Colleen walked to the other side of Tamar. He pulled the chain down and opened the black leather cuff. Reaching down, Allen handed the restraint to his wife as she was already kneeling next to Tamar. 

Colleen again placed her hand on Tamar's ankle and slowly guided her leg outward. Tamar let out a loud moan as the movement of her leg caused the chain wrapped around her thigh to pull her pussy open. Colleen snugly wrapped the cuff around Tamar's ankle before pushing the two silver prongs through the leather. 

Allen again reached down for his wife's hand. Colleen slipped her hand into her husband's and stood up. They both gazed at Tamar who now stood naked and completely helpless before everyone. 

As Allen pulled his eyes away from Tamar, he gazed at his own wife's beauty. She looked stunning as her own jewelry sparkled the same way that Tamar's did. Looking out into the crowd, Allen stepped off of the platform and walked over to a small table behind Mr. Henderson. 

As Colleen remained next to Tamar, Allen placed a small hands free headset on. He quickly undressed, leaving his suit on the table. His cock was hard as pre cum dripped down onto the floor of the dungeon as he reached out and picked up a small remote control. He turned, took a deep breath and walked back into the circle.

Pushing a button on the remote, another set of lights turned on overhead. They were spaced out differently so everyone sitting around the stage would be able to see everything. The lights shone down not directly on Tamar's head, rather they lit up her entire body. This however, would not allow Tamar to see who was sitting around the stage as the lights would be too blinding.

Allen pushed another button and he heard a soft hum as the sound system turned on. It remained silent until Allen looked up at his lovely wife. Again his eyes scanned her from her toes to her eyes as a faint smile appeared on his face. Looking into Colleen's eyes, he nodded his head for her to remove Tamar's blindfold.

All of the guests remained silent as they watched intently for the blind fold to be removed. Colleen reached behind Tamar and untied the black cloth that covered her eyes. Glancing back at her husband, Colleen slowly lifted the blindfold, revealing Tamar's face to the guests.

Tamar just stood there with her arms cuffed and pulled out and over her head and her legs forced out wide and cuffed to another set of chains hanging from the ceiling. Her breathing remained heavy as the ring in her clit continued to be pulled upward and the chains attached to her cunt lips continued to pull at her labia. She glanced down at Allen momentarily as she tried to look through the bright blinding lights. Her fingers clenched into a fist before finally relaxing as she glanced at Colleen before glancing back at Allen. 

"Welcome everyone, I present to you Tamar," Allen said as he looked out at the guests who continued to touch themselves.

Allen again lifted his hand with the remote control and pushed a button. Suddenly there were soft faint sounds of a woman crying out in pleasure. Over and over the screams and cries played in the background. Allen looked up at Tamar as she continued to try to look through the blinding lights. He could see the look on her face as she knew that those screams and cries were her own. Tamar remained standing in one position without moving for fear of punishment as she awaited what was going to happen next. 

"Throughout the course of the auction, you will witness a demonstration. The bidding will begin at one hundred thousand dollars. As soon as the bidding ends, all bidders will be asked to leave the premises. The highest bidder will then use the computer in the study to transfer funds to my account," Allen said as he watched Colleen place her hand on Tamar's chin and turn her head back so she was looking forward.

Allen looked up at Tamar. He saw the look of horror and despair on her face. As she stood there cuffed firmly in place. Just then, Allen turned to his wife and nodded.

Colleen took a couple of steps and stood directly behind Tamar. Allen lifted his hand with the remote control on it and pushed a button. Suddenly the small round stage that Tamar and his wife were on began to turn. 

Looking at the guests they gasped as they watched the stage begin to slowly rotate. There was a clunking sound overhead much like the sound a roller coaster makes as it climbs up it's first hill. Colleen stood behind Tamar and placed her hands on her hips.

"The bidding begins at one hundred thousand," Allen said as he nodded at his wife.

Slowly, Colleen removed her hand from Tamar's hips. She turned her long well manicured nails inward and dug them into her hips. There was a faint moan from Tamar, which mingled with the soft moans and cries coming out of the speakers. Ever so slowly, Colleen began to scrape her nails up Tamar's sides until she reached her armpits.

"Oh Godddddd," Tamar cried out as her entire body became covered with goose bumps. 

Tamar's nipples jutted out even farther as her nipples were harder than at any time in her life. Her breathing grew into light gasps as her beautiful green eyes nearly closed due to the incredible sensations that she just felt. 

"One hundred twenty five, "Ms. Turner cried out as she scraped her own nipples with her long red nails.

Colleen once again placed her hands on Tamar's hips. A steady moan emanated from Tamar as Colleen slowly slid her hands across her tight flat stomach. All of the bidders watch intently as Colleen continued to slide her hands up Tamar's stomach until her thumbs brushed up against the bottoms of Tamar's breasts.

"Oh Goddddd please," Tamar stammered as her head tilted back slightly and her hands clenched in fists overhead.

Tamar's eyes closed completely as Colleen continued to slide her hands up and completely over her breasts. Maneuvering her hands through the gold chains that were connected to her nipple rings, Colleen cupped her breasts and held them up as if she was offering them to the buyers.

"Please Lord and Master, please don't do this to me," Tamar moaned out as she tried to peer through the bright blinding lights.

Just then, Colleen squeezed Tamar's nipples with her thumbs and fingers producing a long uninterrupted moan followed by heavy panting. Colleen began to lightly pull and twist Tamar's nipples causing her to moan and cry out even louder as she remained standing before her with her arms cuffed overhead.

"One fifty," Mr. Salazar shouted out in a heavy Spanish accent.

As Colleen continued to pinch, twist and pull Tamar's nipples, the rotating stage continued to slowly turn in circles. Tamar's eyes were now closed and her head hung down slightly. Colleen continued to gently squeeze her breasts while she continued to torture her nipples for all of the potential buyers.

The clunking sound coupled with the faint moaning and screaming gave the dungeon an ancient mid-evil feeling. The buyers continued to watch eagerly as Colleen continued to fondle Tamar's breasts.

"Don't those breasts look luscious?" Allen asked as he stood next to the slowly rotating stage while peering at all of the buyers.

"God yes, you really outdid yourself this time Allen," Mr. Richards said as his hand continued to stroke his member.

Colleen leaned closer against Tamar's back. With her left hand on Tamar's breast, she slipped her other hand up until her fingers rested on her chin. Ever so slowly, Colleen pulled Tamar's face until her head began to turn sideways. Nuzzling in closer, Colleen placed her mouth next to Tamar's. Ever so softly Colleen began to kiss Tamar. Soft tender kisses reigned down upon Tamar's cheeks and lips. Just then, Colleen pulled and twisted Tamar's nipple, causing her mouth to open slightly as she moaned.

"One seventy five," Mr. Ooten shouted out as Colleen's tongue slipped past Tamar's lips and into her mouth.

Suddenly Tamar began to kiss back at her mistress. Feverishly, both Colleen and Tamar became lost in the ever so romantic moment.

"Two hundred thousand," Mr. Thomas bellowed out as he watched both tongues slithering across each other.

Colleen removed her hand from Tamar's breast, causing it to jiggle as she walked around to face her. Reaching up, she placed her hands on Tamar's long slender arms and slid them up until her hands came in contact with the leather bands around her wrists. She stood there face to face with Tamar as they gazed into each other's eyes. Colleen admired every feature on Tamar's face and she felt in a weird way, a special bond with her. Slowly, Colleen leaned closer until she could feel Tamar's heavy breath on her face. The cries and screams in the background and the clunking sound of chains seemed to transport them into another time. Their faces were now nose to nose. Their eyes were now virtually closed. Slowly Colleen tilted her head slightly and she leaned in even closer. Their lips were now mere millimeters apart. Tamar's breathing became even more erratic and she began breathing out of her mouth. Colleen moved even closer until finally their lips came in contact.

"Two twenty five," Mr. Johnson shouted out as he continued to stroke his enormous cock.

Over and over, Colleen began to kiss Tamar. The sight of their lips working in unison as their breasts pressed into each other caused Katerina to squirm in her chair. Sensing that she liked what she saw, Allen walked over and stood next to her.

"Do you like that?" Allen asked as he placed his hand on her bare shoulder.

"God yes, please make them go further," Ms. Turner moaned out as her one hand squeezed her bare pussy while her other hand fondled her naked breast.

"As you wish," Allen said as he removed his hand from her shoulder and walked up to the stage.

"Tamar, show Ms. Turner how you really like to kiss a woman," Allen said as he turned to catch Katerina's response.

Suddenly Tamar's mouth opened widely. Her tongue began to gently lick Colleen's mouth all around her lips. Ever so gently, Tamar bit at Colleen's bottom lip, causing Colleen to moan deeply. Colleen remained still as Tamar sucked gently on Colleen's bottom lip before fluttering her tongue at the entrance of her mouth. Colleen slowly extended her tongue to Tamar's as she began to rapidly flick it with her tongue. Just then, Tamar leaned in and sucked Colleen's tongue into her mouth. Tamar began to slide her lips and mouth back and forth as she sucked Colleen's glistening tongue  

"Two fifty," Katerina cried out as she slipped a finger deep into her cunt until her back arched.

Tamar continued to slide her mouth over Colleen's tongue until they finally shared a loving tender kiss. Colleen began to slide her hands back down Tamar's arms as she continued to kiss her. As her hands slid over Tamar's shoulders, she cupped her face and kissed her gently.




Sold



Colleen leaned her head down until her lips touched Tamar's shoulder. Looking over into Katerina's glazed over eyes, Colleen began to slowly slide her tongue across Tamar's shoulder and then up her neck.

"Oh God, Katerina cried out as she began to rub her clit furiously while watching Colleen and Tamar.

"Two seventy-five," Mr. Ooten shouted out as his hand pumped his cock up and down.

"Three hundred thousand," Ms. Turner panted out as she sat there with her legs spread and her pussy gaping for everyone to see.

Slowly, Colleen slithered her tongue across Tamar's neck to her ear. As Colleen stared into Katerina's eyes, she began to flutter her tongue in Tamar's ear. Tamar was again panting, as was Colleen. Colleen then began to slide her tongue across Tamar's cheek until she reached the corner of her mouth. Without hesitation, Tamar opened her mouth and the two shared a romantically tender kiss.

Colleen, why don't you show our buyers how disciplined Tamar really is," Allen said as he spoke to his wife before turning his attention back to the buyers.

"Yes Lord and Master," Colleen said softly as she walked around to the side of Tamar.

Tamar gasped because she knew what was about to happen. Her back arched hand her breasts thrust forward. Suddenly a wicked grin crept across Colleen's face as she reached out and hooked her finger around the chain that connected her nipples. 

"Up," Allen ordered to his wife as he glanced over into her eyes as the stage rotated to the point that she was looking at him. 

"Please Mistress," Tamar pleaded as she suddenly stood up on the tips of her toes as far as she could when Colleen pulled up on the chain.

"Ohhhhhhhh," Tamar cried out, as she remained frozen up on the tips of her toes. 

"Down," Allen barked out as he smiled and looked around at the buyers.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," Tamar cried out as her knees buckled when Colleen pulled down sharply on the chain.

There was a loud collective gasp as the buyers stared in awe at the way that Colleen was torturing Tamar. Gasping for air, Tamar's knees were buckled to the point that she was now supported only from the padded cuffs and chains that hung down from the ceiling of the dungeon. 

"Up," Allen moaned out as the stage had rotated around until Tamar and Colleen were facing Ms. Turner.

"Oh God Mistressssssss," Tamar cried out as she suddenly lurched up to the tips of her toes as Colleen yanked up firmly on the chain. 

This time, Colleen pulled up even higher on the chain causing Tamar's nipples to become stretched as far as they would go. Tamar was gasping and panting as her hips began to undulate. Colleen stared into Katerina's eyes, as she knew that she liked what she saw. Colleen continued to hold Tamar's nipple chain up, which caused the ring in her hood to also be pulled up.

Katerina's eyes dropped from Tamar's upturned nipples to her pussy. Suddenly Ms. Turner began to finger her cunt like a wild woman as she watched Tamar's pussy begin to hump up and down. The ring had pulled her hood back and Tamar's clit was now exposed for everyone to see. 

"Three twenty five," Mr. Richards moaned out as the stage now rotated directly in front of him.

"Three fifty," Ms. Turner moaned out as her hand continued to rub her clit while her other hand pulled on her nipples.

Heavy panting and moans from all of the buyers filled the room along with the recorded moans and cries in the background. The clunking sound that the stage made as it rotated had a trance like effect on the buyers as they gaze incessantly at the stage. Slowly, Colleen lowered her hand and the chain that now controlled Tamar's every move.

Looking over at her Lord and Master, Allen nodded his head to his wife. Colleen slowly walked around Tamar and positioned herself directly in front of her. Reaching up, Colleen placed her hands once again on Tamar's breasts. She cupped them and pushed them up and together. Tamar gasped because as Colleen pulled her breasts up, the ring in her hood also was pulled up.

Allen looked around at the buyers as they continued to fondle themselves. Glancing back at his wife and Tamar, he could see his wife looking back at him as she waited for her next command.

"Would everyone like to see how lovely Tamar's breasts are? Would you like to watch my wife suck and bite my Slave's nipples until she begs for mercy?" Allen asked as he looked over at Ms. Turner.

The sudden barrage of moans from the buyers and from the sound system encouraged Allen even more. Looking up at his wife, Allen stared deeply into her eyes.

"Colleen my dear, show our buyers just how much Tamar loves to have her breasts tortured," Allen said as his gaze drifted from his wife's eyes to Tamar's.

"Please Lord Allen no," Tamar pleaded as her fingers clenched into tight fists as she was helpless to do anything about what was about to happen. 

As Colleen turned her gaze back to Tamar, she continued to hold her breasts in the palms of her hands. Using her thumbs and forefingers, Colleen gently squeezed Tamar's nipples.

"Oh Goddddd," Tamar cried out as Colleen began to lightly twist her nipples between her thumbs and fingers.

Tamar tilted her head back as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.  Her back arched and her chest rose up and down. Heavy moans now escaped her mouth as they mixed with the faint cries in the background. As the stage continued to rotate, the clunking sound became hypnotizing.

"Tamar," Allen said softly as her head tilted up and she looked into his eyes.

"Who's breasts are Mistress Colleen touching?" Allen asked as he slowly walked away from the stage and slipped between the chairs that circled the stage.

As the stage rotated around and Tamar now faced away from Allen she said in a dry raspy voice, "You Lord and Master, my breasts belong to you.

As Allen walked over to the wall of the dungeon he stopped and turned back to face the stage. Colleen was still standing before Tamar and she continued to lightly twist her nipples. Allen just gazed around at his guests who continued to touch themselves as they stared up at the stage.

Slowly Allen turned and reached out for a candle that was attached to the wall. The long tapered candle had hardened wax on it as it dripped down the cylindrical shaft. Picking it up, Allen turned and walked back toward the stage.

I think everyone needs to see how Tamar gets punished when she misbehaves," Allen said as he stepped between the chairs and walked up to the rotating stage.

"Please don't, I didn't do anything wrong," Tamar begged as she remained standing completely restrained. 

As Allen stood at the edge of the stage he reached up and offered the burning candle to his beautiful wife. Slowly Colleen removed her hand from Tamar's breast and reached out for the candle.

"Ughhhhhh," Tamar moaned out as her breast swung away when Colleen removed her hand from it.

Allen again gazed around at the buyers. Not only were their cocks hard and dripping but his was as well. Looking over at Katerina, Allen saw the desire and lust in her eyes. No longer was her hand on her cunt, both of her hands were now on her breasts, pulling at her nipples as she watched what was about to happen.

"Colleen, punish my slave for failing me," Allen bellowed out over the faint background cries and the clunking sound of the stage.

"PLEASEEEEEEE," Tamar screamed out as Colleen slowly lifted the burning candle up to her face. 

Tamar gasped loudly as she turned her head to the side, as the burning flame from the candle felt incredibly hot against her cheek.

"Pleaseeeeee," Tamar cried out as if she was about to sob.

"Please don't," Tamar begged repeatedly as she stared down at her Lord and Master as the stage rotated around and Allen came into view.

"SILENCE," Allen shouted, "Discipline my slave," Allen barked out as he pulled his eyes away from Tamar's and gazed down at Ms. Turner.

Allen watched, as Katerina's eyes grew wide. Her mouth opened and a loud gasp emanated from deep within her. Looking back at the stage Allen watched, as his wife was about to discipline his slave.

Colleen squeezed Tamar's breast as she slowly lowered the candle to her chest. Tamar began to gasp as she felt the heat of the flame against her breasts. Colleen squeezed her hand even tighter forcing Tamar's already erect nipple to stick out even further. As Colleen looked over at her husband, he nodded his head as he motioned for her to proceed.

Colleen slowly tilted the candle. The wax suddenly dribbled onto Tamar's breast and rolled off onto the floor of the stage.

"Ughhhhhhhh," Tamar stammered as her eyes flashed open wide.

"Please Lord Allen, I follow all of your teachings please do not punish me for something I didn't do," Tamar begged as Colleen dribbled another small amount of wax onto her breast which was considerably closer to her nipple.

"Three hundred seventy five thousand," Mr. Thomas blurted out as he pulled wildly on his pre cum coated cock.

"Please Lord, I did not fail you," Tamar pleaded as Colleen dribbled the hot wax precariously close to her now incredibly long nipples.

"You did not fail me? You did not fail me? You continue to repeat that you did not fail me when in fact you did. It is not your right to beg me to stop. You are my slave. You are here for whatever I desire of you. You pledged your life, your body, and your soul to me. Did you not Slave Tamar? Allen asked as his own pre cum dribbled down onto the floor of the dungeon.

As Colleen continued to squeeze Tamar's breast, the candle remained tilted over her chest. Tamar gazed at her Lord and Master through half closed eyes as she knew deep down inside that she was wrong and that she in fact did fail him. As the lights continued to blind her, Tamar slowly nodded her head.

"Answer me," Allen ordered as a tear trickled out of Tamar's left eye.

There was a long pause. Colleen was looking at Allen as she continued to squeeze Tamar's breast. Tamar sniffled as she looked directly into her Lord and Master's eyes.

"Yes Lord, I did fail you," Tamar said meekly as the sounds of the cries from the sound system muffled her words.

"Louder," Allen ordered as he gazed around at the prospective buyers.

"Tell everyone that you acknowledge the fact that you failed your Lord and Master and that you need to be punished," Allen barked out as he looked back into Tamar's eyes with a viscous glare.

There was a short pause as the clunking sound of the stage and the soft subtle cries in the background added to the suspense.

"Yes Lord Allen, I did fail you. I did go against your teachings and I did fail to uphold your way. Therefor, you need to punish me, you must punish me so I may never fail you again," Tamar said loud enough for everyone to hear.

Just then, Colleen tilted the candle even further until a steady stream of wax dribbled onto Tamar's nipple and areola. Colleen squeezed her breast harder, forcing her nipple out even farther. Tamar began thrashing her head from side to side as the wax burned her nipple causing her to cry out in carnal pain.

"Four hundred thousand," Ms. Turner screamed out as her hand again cupped and squeezed her mound.

Tamar gasped and shook as Colleen continued to dribble wax onto her breast. Suddenly Colleen let her breast go, causing her breasts to sway apart. She changed hands with the candle and grasped Tamar's other breast.

"Oh Lord Allen, punish me for my sins. Please punish me until I am certain I see your ways. Punish me as you see fit Lord Allen," Tamar cried out as Colleen squeezed Tamar's breast, forcing her nipple to jut out further.

"Ughhhhhhhh," Tamar screamed over the soft background cries and clunking sound.

"Four twenty five," Mr. White shouted out as Colleen bathed Tamar's breast and nipple with hot wax.

Allen reached up and held out his hand. Colleen lifted the candle to her face and blew out the flame. Looking to the edge of the stage she reached out and handed the candle to her Master. As she gazed into her husband's eyes, Allen nodded and Colleen turned back to Tamar.

Immediately, Colleen reached up and placed both of her hands on Tamar's wax encased breasts. The wax was still warm and pliable as Colleen began to squeeze her breasts, smearing the wax over her entire breasts.

"Oh God punish me, Lord Allen punish me until I understand your teachings. Punish me until I have nothing but unconditional love for you and your ways," Tamar cried out as Colleen lowered her face to Tamar's white wax encased breast.

"Ughhhhhhhhhhh," Tamar cried out as Colleen opened her mouth and placed her nipple and nipple ring inside her mouth.

"Oh Goddddddddddf Lord Allen," Tamar screamed out as Colleen bit down on Tamar's nipple and pulled back, causing her teeth to scrape up her solid nipple.

Suddenly Colleen pushed Tamar's breasts together and began to alternate between both of her nipples. Tamar began to thrash her head back and forth as her hands clenched into fists overhead. Gasps of air escaped Tamar as Colleen bit on both nipples simultaneously. 

"Four fifty," Ms. Turner cried out as she pulled and tugged on her own nipples as if she was mimicking what was happening on stage. 

Finally after Colleen scraped her nipples with her teeth, her tongue began to caress Tamar's now red engorged nipples. Colleen stood there with her legs spread and her entire body quivering. Her head was tilted back and her eyes remained closed.

Slowly Tamar leaned her head up as Colleen continued to kiss, nibble and lick Tamar's wax-coated breasts. Looking over at Allen, Tamar gazed into his eyes as if she was sorry for failing her Lord and Master. As Allen gazed back at her, Tamar spoke with a dry rough voice.

"Please punish me Lord Allen," Tamar said as she stood helplessly on the rotating stage.

Allen slowly turned and walked back through the chairs that circled the stage. Walking over to the table where the hands free headset was at Allen picked up what he wanted his slave to be punished with. As he stood there looking at the device in his hand, Allen grinned and let out an evil laugh.

Allen turned and walked back toward the stage. As he passed between the chairs, he couldn't help but to look down at Ms. Turner who was busy pulling on her nipples. Allen noticed how her eyes began to glow when she looked at what he was carrying. Allen walked up to the stage and held out his hand.

Colleen leaned her face away from Tamar's beautiful breasts. She reached out and Lord Allen placed the rubber whip in her hand. Colleen walked around until she was behind Tamar, the whole time never taking her eyes off of her husband. Once she was in position, Colleen waited for her Master's orders.

"Punish me," Tamar cried out as tears streamed out of both eyes and dribbled onto her breasts below.

Allen gazed up at his lovely wife who was in position behind Tamar. He paused for a moment before nodding at Colleen. Colleen swung her arm down sharply causing a loud slapping sound as the multitude of rubber strands crashed down upon Tamar's flawless ass.

"Oh God Lord Allen, punish me as you see fit," Tamar stammered as her eyes closed and her head hung down.

Again Colleen lifted her arm and swung the whip causing the rubber strands to sting Tamar's naked ass. As Colleen began to repeatedly whip Tamar's ass, Allen looked over at Katerina. Her legs were spread and she fingered her pussy frantically while she pulled firmly on her nipple.

"Oh God Lord Allen, I am so sorry for failing you, please punish me harder," Tamar begged as her ass began to turn a darker shade of pink.

Looking up at Colleen, Allen smiled as he nodded his head. He watched as his wife moved around to the front side of Tamar. Gazing back into her Lord and Master's eyes; Colleen swung her arm back and swung the whip.

"Oh God, harder," Tamar pleaded as the thin rubber strands crashed against her face. 

Tears flowed freely from her eyes as Colleen swung her arm back and swung the whip even harder. Tamar gasped as she gazed down at Lord Allen. As she stared deeply into her Master's eyes, Colleen swung the whip once again, causing Tamar to scream out in pain.

"Arghhhhhhhh," Tamar screamed as the rubber whip crashed against her breasts and nipples. 

"Four seventy-five," Mr. Ooten moaned out as he pulled wildly on his rock hard cock.

Over and over Colleen swung the whip sharply across Tamar's tits as the stage continued to rotate in circles. Tamar's gasps, pants, moans and cries mixed in with the recorder carnal sounds that were playing in the background. 

"Enough," Allen bellowed out as he watched his wife pummel Tamar's breasts until they turned the same shad of pink as her ass.

Colleen stepped over to the edge of the rotating platform and handed her husband the rubber whip. Allen took the device and turned to address the guests behind him.

"Does everyone think that Tamar has been punished enough for failing me?" Allen asked as he scanned around and peered into each of the guest's eyes. 

"Well?" Allen asked over the faint cries and clunking sound.

"No," Ms. Turner moaned out as she had the palm of her hand over her pussy while she pinched her nipples with her other hand.

Slowly Allen began to walk toward Katerina. As he approached her, he let the strands of the rubber whip hang down. As he stood beside her, he peered down into her half-closed eyes.

"I would have to say that you are correct," Allen said as he reached over and let the rubber strands hang down and lay across her breasts.

Katerina moaned as she removed her hands from both her breasts and her pussy. She hung her arms down at her side as if she was submitting to him. 

Would you like to see her punished more intensely?" Allen asked as he pulled the whip, causing the rubber strips to drag across her perfectly displayed breasts.

"God yes," Ms. Turner moaned as she gasped loudly.

"Does it turn you on to watch this young woman tortured and punished because she failed her Master's orders?" Allen asked as he began to drag the beaded ends of the rubber strands down her abdomen.

"God yes," Ms. Turner again moaned loudly as she inhaled sharply when the rubber strands rubbed across her swollen wet pussy.

"God Yes, punish her harder," Katerina begged as her voice turned into a higher pitch as she arched her back ant thrust her breasts forward.

Just then, Allen pulled the whip away from Ms. Turner and walked over to the table where he got the whip. Allen set the whip down and bent down to pick up a small wooden stool. Slowly he turned and walked back toward the stage, pausing briefly next to Katerina.

"Then your wish is my command," Allen said as he slowly proceeded toward the rotating stage.

Allen noticed that everyone was watching intently as he made his way to the edge of the stage. Without saying a word, Colleen stepped to the edge and reached out for the stool. Not a word was spoken, as Colleen knew exactly what this stool was used for. 

Colleen moved behind Tamar and set the stool down right behind her. Allen stepped up on the stage and reached up for the switch box that hung down from up above. As he pushed one of the buttons on the switch box, a humming sound caught everyone's attention.

Slowly Tamar's arms began to lower. Colleen placed her hand on Tamar's still pink breasts and guided her down as the chains slowly lowered her arms. Slowly Tamar's ass came in contact with the edge of the chair. Within moments, Tamar was seated.

Her arms were still pulled high over her head. Her breathing was heavy and her cheeks glistened in the bright light from the tears that coated her face. Looking over at her Master she began to plead

"Please Lord Allen, I am so sorry for failing you," She cried out, as she remained seated on the stool.

Just then, Allen pushed another button on the switch box. Suddenly all of the buyers gasped and let out soft moans of excitement. Looking over at Katerina, Allen watched as her eyes widened even further. Looking back at the stage, Allen watched as the motor pulled up on the chains that were attached to Tamar's ankles. 




Sold



It seemed strange that she would send me away on a day off together. We had both been working long hours and hadn't had any time together so her request to go the city caught me off guard. It had been some time since I was in the city so I didn't really mind going, just wished she was coming along. 

As I was putting my jacket on and stepping out the door she gave me a long kiss and a slip of paper. The kiss, I was told, was for love and the paper I was to open when I got closer to the city. I left a little confused as to why she was giving me something to read only upon arrival in the city. After the two hour trip I pulled off the highway and stopped at a small strip mall that we usually stopped at on our trips down; I pulled out the small note and read it. 

The instructions were fairly straight forward- go around the back of the mall and look for a black Mercedes. Being the dutiful slave that I am, I went around the back and found a gleaming S-series limo idling, the driver stepped out and motioned for me to come over. 

I pulled alongside the car and rolled my window down to talk to him. He explained to me that my lady had arranged for the car to meet me and I was to park and lock the car and get in the back of the limo. I did as he requested and as I getting into the rear compartment, the driver placed a hood over my head and a voice from inside told me to be careful and sit down. 

There was something about the voice that didn't frighten me and I complied. While seated the voice explained to me that my lady had sold me to a group of people for the next two days and I was to do whatever they desired me to do. Further, I had no recourse and nothing was open to discussion and if I understood my predicament. I responded by saying that although I wasn't quite sure of what was to happen, I looked forward to the next 48 hours.

The voice was not masculine, but there was an authoritative timbre to it that made me pay attention to what was said. I was offered a bottle of water, told to sit back and relax as we had a two hour drive before we reached the destination that was to be the site of my assignation. As I was still hooded, the smooth rumble to the engine and the lingering heat of the day took its toll and I was soon slumbering. When I woke up things had changed; I could feel that my limbs were restrained and that I had a gag in my mouth and that we were not in the limo. How this had happened I wasn't sure but one thing was that I was naked, I knew this because of the breeze that wafted over my body.

The voice that had laid out the earlier plans was now speaking, and in the same mellifluous timbre explained to me my predicament. I was to get a series of four enemas, each one increasing in volume by 1 litre, starting with a 2 litre warm soapy water one and ending with a 6 litre cleansing one of water and mint oil, just for a bit of cramping. As well as the water and oil there was also going to be some analgesic for numbing and a bit of E and acid just so that I can enjoy what was going to happen.

As soon as the voice finished speaking I could hear a humming and I could feel my legs being lifted so that I was hanging with my heels over my head and my arms spread out to the side holding me up. It was a rather uncomfortable position and one that I am sure left everything open to any set of eyes. While hanging in this position I could feel a warm pair of hands guiding a slim intruder sliding into my anus, Now, believe me I am no stranger to enemas, but this nozzle, or what ever it was felt as if it was at least a metre long and snaking its way into my colon. 

The feeling of being invaded subsided and the warm glow of the enema filling me took over; since this nozzle was quite a distance inside of me it took no time for my insides to fill up and just like that the tube was removed and my feet were lowered until I could feel a cool basin resting against my lower back. I could sense someone close by and just then a pair of hands caressed my belly, cock, balls and ass. I heard a soft cooing in my ear telling me to hold this in for a few moments; not wanting to disappoint my lady I did as I was told. It was at this moment that she put a small bottle of amyl nitrate under my nose and told me to inhale deeply; her hands kept up the caressing of my cock and balls and soon I had an impressive erection, one that the phantom hands stroked for a few moments until the urge to evacuate overcame me and I broke the silence by motioning if I could purge my bowels. The voice told me that I could but needed to inhale more of the nitrate; l acquiesced, inhaled deeply, let go and responded by filling the basin. The vision of stars exploding in front of my eyes was incredible. After I was finished the whirring sound returned and I was once again being lifted up. 

Each time I was filled, the hands returned to caress me and by the final enema, had put me into a state where I was leaking precum like a faucet. The last rinse was the one with the addition of all the fun stuff and soon the mint was doing its work. The cramps were painful and the hands just kept caressing, the 6 litres of water were gurgling in me and just to make it interesting or so the voice said there was a butt plug going to be inserted. The hands just pushed the pop bottle sized plug in with no subtly, not that any was needed as I was truly relaxed and slippery. The same cooing voice told me to hold this last one for 10 minutes so that the drugs could take effect. 

It took a few moments for the effects of the mint to pass and the rest of the cocktail to take over the running of my body. The analgesic numbed the cramping to a delicate pain and the E, poppers and acid were making the most wonderful colours and sensations dance over my body. Those hands returned to grab hold of my penis but this time instead of a nice gentle grasp it felt as if the palms of the hands were covered in tiny needles or hooks. I was informed by the voice that the gloves that caressed me were covered in nettles and the more that I struggled the more that I would burn! Imagine the conundrum there, one drug made the burn feel like a warm loving most erotic clutch and the other heighten the pain. I was in heaven just hanging there. I started to wiggle my ass just a bit and the voice made a most desirous sound as if they were pleased that I took it upon myself to get a bit of pain coursing through me. I was rewarded with a resounding slap on the ass and a burning sting from the nettles on the glove.

During all the attention that my cock was getting the butt plug was still firmly seated inside of me; it was until I started to wiggle that the seal started to weaken. At that moment I really needed to get rid of the enema still inside me, I motioned as if to ask if the 10 minutes were up yet and the voice just said "NO" . I struggled to keep the contents inside me where they were supposed to be and clenched the plug tight with my loosened ass muscles. The struggle to let go and to hold on battled in my midsection for another two minutes-it felt like forever! I was told that I could release the contents of my bowels as soon as I was let down which was another minute in coming, what with the whirring of the motor and the removal of that pop bottle plug. As soon as the cool porcelain touched my backside, I didn't rush to release as I thought that I needed too but held the enema in for another moment or so, just for my own pleasure. The subsequent evacuation was one of the most erotic and fulfilling experiences in my life, the combination of E, acid and pain killers had made for something that bordered on a religious experience. 

It was at this moment that my hood and gag were removed and I was released from the chains that bound me. Looking around I acquainted myself to the room I had found myself in. The space was industrial looking but warm, not cluttered but comfortable, my eyes were drawn to the rack along one wall and the sling hanging close by. I realised the sling was what I was bound in for the cleansing procedure, close by the sling was a long trough and that was what I had released myself into.

The contents of my last enema were still in the trough, the water was clear and the voice asked if I wanted to have it put back into me. Now here was a funny place to be, aching from the enemas but still wanting to have another-obviously I said yes and this tall, chocolate skinned woman with peroxide white hair cut short stepped out with a 4 litre bag and proceeded to fill it from the trough. She had me get on my hands and knees and slowly inserted the enema nozzle. I took all of the enema and stayed on my knees, it was then that she told me that I was going to hold this for a while which seemed like an easy task or at least I thought it would be until she stepped in front of me and presented the most wondrous pair of pussy lips. I was told to lick those lips until her orgasm. 

Imagine the peril I was in, focusing on pleasing this Amazon, holding in 4 litres of a cocktail that was part me, part drugs and wondering what the hell was planned for me. Needless to say I licked those lips as if my life depended on it and I was rewarded with a flood of pussy juices that tasted like nectar from the Gods. 

The ensuing waves of pleasure that ran from her body got me all shook up and I started to leak the enema out of me much to my embarrassment. It was at this moment that I realised that we were not alone because the sound of a crop swishing through the air and hitting my ass woke me up. The tawny skinned goddess held my head between her thighs with pressure from her legs and hands while my unknown assailant continued to use the crop on my ass. This went on for a few moments with admonishments from the crop holder about how poor of a slut I was, not able to even hold a small amount in me while pleasing a woman. It was at this time the cropping stopped and my head was released, I was told to evacuate the enema and then led to an interesting looking chair that was on the other side of the room. The chair was similar to a barber chair but it also looked like a piece of equipment that belonged in a gym. 

The entire thing was on a pedestal that allowed for access from all angles. My legs were strapped in and spread a not too uncomfortable distance; I could tell that there was still along way for my legs to go, wider than I would like I am sure. My head was sitting in a soft cushioning rest that had a strap securing it back and across my chest was a wide belt holding me in. 

I looked into the eyes of my captor and she just smiled and deferred to the other three women in the room. Not only the beauty of the three of them took me aback, but the size of the strap-ons they were wearing did as well. 

.....soon will be more just need to get over the block.....



Sold at Auction



Kenny O'Brien was just finishing his second year of college, and his mom had been hounding him for a while to come home on a weekend and look for a summer job. He was enjoying his last few weeks of freedom before going home to chores and rules, so he kept putting it off. Finally his mom lost her patience and use some connections to get him a waitering job at a catering place that was owned by a friend of one of their neighbors who had been a friend of the family for years. The job sounded like hard work, and Kenny was more than a little annoyed that she did it without asking him even though he had lots of warning. She told him that she had chanced jeopardizing her friendship with Mr. Seaver on him, and Kenny had better not screw it up.

So, the weekend after classes ended, Kenny had to get dressed up in a full tux in the 95-degree heat and his mom or dad would drop him off in front of "The Cliffwood" which was a typical wedding-factory looking place about half a mile from their house, that he had never really paid much attention to. They drove him there so he would not be sweaty when he arrived, but they couldn't be bothered to pick him up, so he walked home, often still in the 90-degree heat.

Being a typical nineteen-year-old, Kenny only half-listened to instructions, and did just what he had to, to get the job done. He was the only teenager working at the place, most of the waitering staff were older men and women who weren't exactly thrilled to share their tips with some snot-nosed kid. Kenny, who was used to people liking him just because they liked his looks, reacted by giving them attitude right back, except for the bartenders, who he tried to sweet-talk into slipping him a beer while they were cleaning up. A couple of employees complained that they ended up having to do a lot of his work, and finally one Sunday night, Sid, the manager, called him into his office and told him things were not working out.

"I know you ain't thrilled to be working here, you've made that pretty damn obvious, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm paying you and you have to pull your weight," Sid told Kenny. "I did somebody a favor by hiring you in the first place, and the thanks I get is complaints that you give people attitude and don't do your share."

Kenny slouched in his chair miserably as Sid continued. 

"We're not as busy this summer as I thought we would be... and when that happens, guess what? It's time to get rid of some dead weight. The last thing I need right now is to pay somebody to do nothing, and so far that's pretty much what you've been doing... checking yourself out in the mirror and trying to scam free drinks."

Kenny swallowed, he wondered which of the bartenders had ratted on him.

"After the shit I heard tonight, I have half a mind to get rid of you right here and now."

"Aw, please don't fire me, Sid. My mom will kick my ass if I lose this job. I'll try harder, I'll do anything, I promise." Kenny was not used to having to beg, but he knew – as sucky as this summer had been so far – it'd be worse if he got fired. Two more months of endless chores and no spending money was not a pleasant picture.

Sid sighed. "Look. I know this job ain't exactly a picnic, I did it myself long enough, but if would just you try a little bit, you could make some good money. You're a good-looking kid; if you would try to turn on the charm instead of acting like you're bein' punished, you could make a killing in tips, and then they wouldn't be complaining about working with you.

"I'm gonna give you one more chance to get your act together, mostly because I got a job coming up that requires more looks than brains. Be here Wednesday night, do as you're told, and they better say good things about you after, or don't bother coming back. You got me?"

"Yeah," Kenny mumbled, just wanting to be out of there. He wondered about the "more looks than brains" comment, but he knew better than to ask questions when the boss was already pissed off.

Word apparently traveled fast, because – when he got home -- Kenny's parents already knew that there had been some complaints about his work, and – to make matters worse – his grades came and – while they weren't awful – they weren't great either. They gave their usual lecture about responsibility and made him feel guilty because he was making his mother look bad with the neighbor after she stuck her neck out for him. 

"If you lose this job, you can say goodbye to living at school next semester! We can't afford to throw money away... if you aren't going to try, you can take the bus to class just like a high school boy who isn't ready for adult responsibility!" his father scolded.

Wednesday came, and when Kenny walked up to the Cliffwood, he saw something about the LAMBDA CLUB FUND RAISER on the marquee outside. Oh shit, wasn't "Lambda" the name of the gay group at school? He hoped that they might be in one of the other rooms, but – sure enough – that was the only party booked. He recalled Sid's looks/brains comment and realized why he was chosen for the job.

He went into the kitchen. Even though this was one party of only about 24 people, but there were four waiters on duty. Tony would be working the bar, but that left three guys to wait on four tables, which was one more than normal. Sid apparently also took the night off, and nobody seemed to have been given any special instructions, so they bitched and moaned a little bit about having to share a lower-than-normal amount of tips among the four of them (especially with Kenny, who they all considered a slacker), and went about their business.

Kenny and Tony prepped the dining room, and Kenny was tempted to comment about the crowd they'd be taking care of tonight, but he had some suspicions about Tony as well (he was in his 50's and not married) so he didn't bring it up. 

They were in one of the smaller rooms, and there were two tables for six each on either side of the dance floor, and a long table where either a bridal party or guests of honor would sit across the third side. At the fourth side, two of the guys from the group had a table set up near the door with a sign that said "Silent Auction".

The guests started showing up, they looked for the most part like any other people and Kenny started to relax. The youngest was probably about 35, but most of them were in their 40's to 60's. It was kind of weird that there were no women, but that was no different than the bachelor parties they sometimes hosted. Each guy that came in had put an envelope in a box on the auction table. The guys seemed excited about whatever it was that was getting auctioned off, and Kenny was mildly curious about it, since nobody appeared to have brought any stuff that looked like prizes. The only other thing they brought with them was a boom box, which they were using to play some disco music, and he didn't think they'd be raffling off a used boom box.

Suddenly, Kenny jolted to a stop. There, sitting at one of the tables, was Mr. Seaver, one of his neighbors. Kenny had long suspected the guy was gay... he was in his late 50's, lived alone just down the street, and always seemed to be available – alone – when Kenny's parents dutifully invited him to parties that were otherwise couples-only. Kenny had known him since he was a little kid, but – since he started wondering about the man's preferences – had not said much to him beyond hello and goodbye during his frequent visits to the O'Brien home. He would, however, deliberately walk through the room shirtless when the man was over, or at least make a pretense of scratching his stomach, lifting his shirt to give the guy a peek at his ripped abs and the 3" of underwear that his peer group dictated should show above his pants. It cracked him up to see the older man try to discreetly check the youth out while someone was talking to him.

On his next trip to that table, he said hello, and Mr. Seaver – who seemed kind of uncomfortable about the situation – gave a gruff hello in response. 

Periodically, he felt like he was being checked out, but that happened constantly and he wasn't hardly aware of it anymore. Kenny was really good-looking, with dark hair and eyes, smooth chiseled features and the body of the jock he was. Working out and primping were probably the only things he put any real effort into. Ever since Josh Hartnett appeared on the scene in Forty Days and Forty Nights, people had said he resembled Kenny.

A couple of times he thought he heard the other waiters mumbling stuff and laughing amongst themselves, but that was not that unusual. Kenny tried, despite being a little uncomfortable with the gay men, to be friendly. Of course the guests were friendly right back, and a couple of times, as he turned away from a table, he'd hear them comment on how good-looking he was.

At ten, the dinner dishes were off the tables, and the two other waiters punched out. The guests all had some drinks in them, and were having a good time dancing on the dance floor between the two pairs of tables. Tony stopped Kenny and said, "The old man wants you to stick around." Kenny was about to retort that Sid hadn't said anything about that to him, but remembered he was on shaky ground as it was, and kept his mouth shut. 

Just then, the guys who had been working the auction table near the door carried their box up to the front table, then carried that out onto the dance floor so either long edge faced two of the round dinner tables. A murmur of expectation went through the room, and Kenny wondered when they were going to find out what the big prize was.

There was a lull in the conversation as if everybody was waiting for somebody else to do or say something. Finally, one of the box guys, whose nametag said LARRY came over to Kenny and said, "You ready, kid?"

"Ready for what, sir?" Kenny hoped he sounded polite.

Larry looked pointedly at the table, and back at Kenny. "Don't play games with me..." but the look on Kenny's face must have belied the fact that he honestly didn't know what the older man was talking about.

"Didn't Sid tell you why you were here?" 

Kenny's mind spun... it was obvious that he was missing something but he had no idea what it was. At the same time, he didn't want to make his boss look bad in front of a customer, so he decided to try to fake it and go along with whatever the game was. 

"Oh.. yeah. Sorry, I forgot, he told me." he said unconvincingly. Larry gave him a weird look and said, "Well let's get on with it, then."

Everybody was looking at him expectantly. He walked out towards the center table, and somebody pulled their chair out and turned it back towards the table. Kenny got it that he was supposed to climb up on the table, although he couldn't for the life of him imagine why.

Larry and his partner, whose name was Frank, had emptied the envelopes out of the box and arranged them in some kind of order. Somebody stopped the music, and Frank took the microphone. "Okay, it's the moment we've all been waiting for," he announced grandly. "Uh... what did you say your name was? ... Kenny here is ready, and I know you all are too!" A commotion of whoops and shouts went through the crowd of guys. "We've sorted the bids from lowest to highest, as usual, and as you know, the prizes get better and better as we go along! You all know the rules, so if you aren't satisfied with your prize, you better bid more next year."

At this point, the music started again, and Kenny's mind raced... the comments in the office, the snickering of his co-workers, the extra waiter... he realized the reason he was picked for tonight was Sid knew the gay guys would enjoy looking at him... but he was some how connected to the prize they kept talking about, and he couldn't figure out how.

He figured, since he was the center of attention now, that maybe he was supposed to dance. He smiled in a way that he hoped was convincing and did his best to move to the music. He hardly ever danced, but his athletic background gave him grace and coordination so he was okay. He started to take his jacket off in what he hoped was a sexy way, but Larry shook his head, so Kenny left it on. "Wow, maybe this is will be easier than I thought," he wondered.

Frank took the first envelope. "Okay, we're ready for the cheapskate award... if you can't afford more than this, you better get out there and pound the pavement for a new job... we'll help you out because this prize is, a pair of shoes! And it goes to Tom!"

Everyone booed and hissed and laughed, and an embarrassed and disappointed looking guy came towards the table. He looked expectantly at Kenny, who stared back at him, totally lost. He walked towards the guy, who then untied Kenny's shoe and pulled up on his calf, saying "Come on, kid, help me out." Kenny realized to his horror that THEY WERE GOING TO UNDRESS HIM! That was why Larry didn't want him to take his jacket off, because someone else was going to. Numbly, he picked up his foot and let the guy slip his shoe off, then the other one. The guy took Kenny's shoes with back to his seat. 

Before the emcee could open another envelope, Kenny beckoned to Larry and the older man approached with an impatient expression. Sensing a delay, Frank started doing some one-liners to keep the audience busy. Kenny knelt down and muttered, "Um, I think I misunderstood something."

"What?"

"Are these guys bidding on my CLOTHES?"

Larry snapped "I thought you said you knew what was going on."

"Well I sorta did, but I didn't realize..."

"It's kind of late to say that NOW,"

Pictures of his boss's and parents' angry faces flashed before Kenny's eyes, followed by endless days of getting up at 6 for an hour-long ride to school.

His reverie was snapped by Larry, who snapped. "Look... either we get the show we were promised, or we walk out of here without paying a red cent!"

Kenny knew what he had to do... as embarrassing as this was going to be, it was better than facing the music, in stereo, from his boss and his parents. He just hoped Mr. Seaver would keep his mouth shut.

"Okay," he practically whispered, and nervously stood back up. Larry looked satisfied and went back to the emcee.

Frank happily got back to business. "Okay, next, if you're so hard up that this is the best you can do, you must have to keep the heat down pretty low, so we'll give you a nice jacket for those cold, lonely nights," Frank intoned. And this price goes to... Jerry!

The guys hooted and hollered, and made shivering noises, as Jerry approached Kenny, who realized he'd need to kneel down to facilitate this transfer. Jerry looked Kenny saucily in the eyes as he slid his hands inside the younger guy's jacket and lifted it off his shoulders. To Kenny's horror, several flashbulbs went off, and he realized this whole embarrassing thing was going to be captured on film. 

When Jerry had Kenny's jacket off, he playfully threw it over his shoulder and paraded back to his seat .Not wasting any time, Frank continued: "Boys, if you're this cheap on a date, the only way you're going to get a guy to go home with you is to tie him up, so we'll give you a nice pair of socks.... do we have any foot fetishists in the house? Oh my.... the things you learn about your friend..... Carl!!" 

Carl came up and motioned for Kenny to sit down on the table. He pulled the boy's leg up so that his foot rested on the man's significant belly, and slowly pulled off his sock. When he had them both off, he kept Kenny's feet bare against him and massaged them with his hands. Kenny tried not to laugh ... he was kind of ticklish, and it was very weird to have a total stranger playing with his feet while a roomful of men watched.

"Hmmm, I guess I was right," Frank said. MOOVING on... and Kenny's tie and cummerbund were the next things to come off. They had him dance around a bit before going on, and all the while more pictures were being taken.

"A lot of us claim we'd give the shirts off our backs to help the organization, and it's so nice to know that this young man is willing to do the same." Frank mocked getting all choked up, putting his hand on his heart. A guy named Terrence won his dress shirt... Kenny knelt down in front of the man, who then took his time unbuttoning it and slipping it off him. He pretended to have some trouble getting it out of Kenny's pants, and started to slip his hand inside, but Frank caught it immediately. "Ah-ah-aaah... only touch the skin you can see, you know the rules!" the guy pouted a bit, but took his time getting the shirt off and took it back to his seat.

Now Kenny was down to his dress pants, white t-shirt, and boxers. He started to get back up to dance some more, but someone yelled "You might as well get used to being on your knees!" which drew uproarious applause and laughter. Kenny's face burned red... he couldn't believe this was happening.

Frank went right on."Well, straight people complain that our outrageous behavior just scares the PANTS off them!" he exclaimed. "Just in case that is not true, we thought we'd better help our young friend here out of his! And this prize goes to... William!"

William looked pleased as punch to help out. He came up to the table and Kenny reluctantly stood in front of him, but William pulled him down onto his knees. "I like to see what I'm buying!" he told the delighted crowd. With Kenny's crotch at face-level, William took his time getting the fly open with his face just inches away. 

"What are you blind, William?" "Get glasses, Alice!" the men catcalled.

Determined to enjoy his prize, William eased Kenny's fly down, then put his hands on the youth's bare hips, fingers through the belt loops and let the pants slide down ever so slightly, so that Kenny's white Abercrombie boxers loomed into view. "TEN... NINE... EIGHT..." the guys began chanting, and as they counted, William slid his hands over Kenny's cotton-covered ass and smooth quads, taking the pants with him as he went.

When they got to zero, the pants were at Kenny's feet. William lifted one foot at a time, Kenny forced to put his hands on the older man's shoulders to keep his balance, and removed them. Then, to Kenny's utter horror, the man grabbed the kid by his rock-hard ass and stuck his face right in his crotch, nuzzling and sniffing the boy's already swelling privates through his sweaty boxers. Everyone laughed, but Frank put a stop to it... "Hey hey hey... you know that property has been SOOOLD!" William defiantly gave Kenny's ass a final squeeze and said, "I'll see YOU later!" as he carried the pants – and Kenny's wallet -- back to his chair.

"Myyy it's getting HOT in here," Frank fanned himself with the remaining envelopes. Our dancer is getting hot tooo... maybe one of you kind gentlemen can help him out of that t-shirt?? For our first prize...... I nominate.... LARRY!" 

The man who had been so short with Kenny earlier smirked in satisfaction. He approached Kenny and slid his hands INSIDE the t-shirt, sliding it up the youth's smooth lats until the t-shirt bunched under his arms. Then he pulled Kenny's arms over his head and slid the shirt up, carefully lifting it over his face and off over his hands. He dropped the shirt, and – to Kenny's shock – took the boy's now-bare lats in both hands, leaned forward and began sucking and kissing his left nipple, while tantalizingly rubbing the right one with his thumb. He did this for several minutes, then used his hands to guide Kenny down onto the table on his back. Kenny could feel his cock stirring in spite of himself... remember he was 19 years old... and his exposure to any kind of sensual contact was pretty limited, even if it was NOT somebody he found attractive.

"Did someone bring the baby oil?" Larry asked as he slid his hands over Kenny's landmark abs and baby-smooth chest, squeezing the pecs and chasing the lines of his sculpted six-pack with a teasing finger.




Sold at Auction



"Yep!" another guy came forward and drizzled the warm oil on Kenny's arms and torso. Larry continued to explore Kenny's entire upper body with both hands, and got him greased up and shiny. Kenny's cock grew rapidly to it's impressive 7.5" length, tenting his boxers straight up in the air for everybody to see and comment on. The mood in the room had quickly gone from bawdy fun to one of palpable animal hunger. Each of the guys who had not yet won, savored the possibility that the grand prize would be his. The beauty of the contest was that – since you didn't know how little or how much anybody else bid – you had no way of knowing if you were out of the running until the final prize was handed out.

As Larry teasingly pinched both Kenny's nipples while looking him in the eyes at close range for a reaction, Kenny took the opportunity of this surreal, yet oddly intimate moment to ask "Uh, how, um, far does this go?"

Larry looked surprised. "Does it matter? Sid told me you do anything."

Kenny gulped. He HAD said that, but this was wildly outside the range of "Everything" he thought could possibly be expected of him. The idea of a whole roomful of guys, especially older guys, one of whom he had known since he was six, seeing him stripped practically naked and fondled by someone older than his father, could not have been further from his mind when he made that promise, but apparently Sid had taken it literally, and given these guys the idea that he was nothing short of a whore.

"Besides," Larry looked pointedly at the big tent in Kenny's boxers, "It looks like you're enjoying this just as much as we are. Kenny swallowed. It was hard to deny that what Larry was doing to his body felt good, when his big thick prick was threatening to poke right out of his underwear any second.

Since nobody else had fondled him this way, for this long, Kenny started to think that maybe Larry was the winner. They HAD said first prize.... and the man seemed to be taking his time to totally enjoy the younger guy's body, with nobody rushing him to step aside.

Just when he was convinced of it... Frank said... "Okay, your five minutes of fame are up, Larry! I hope you enjoyed yourself, it sure looks like Kenny has!

Everyone applauded as Carl made a big show of sniffing the dancer's sweaty t-shirt, gave his nips a final tweak, and surrendered his spot. Kenny started to stand up, when Frank interrupted him.

"And now... well there are no ladies here, and I don't think any gentlemen either! We won't keep you in suspense any longer... our most generous contributor, and the winner of our grand prize, is none other than... Vincent!"

Kenny lay there, stunned. Vincent was Vincent Seaver, his parents' friend who had known him almost his entire life. This man, who he would surely have to face across a dinner table numerous times in the not-too-distant future, was about to see – and maybe touch -- part of Kenny that even his parents hadn't seen since he was a baby. For a second, he hoped maybe the man would feel too uncomfortable getting that intimate with someone he knew, but – on the contrary – he left the table with gusto, rubbing his hands together to warm his skin before the job that lay ahead. 

Vincent Seaver had had a love-hate relationship with Kenny for years... when he was a kid, he was polite and eager, if not slightly accident prone. But as he grew into manhood, every time Vincent visited the O'Brien home, the youth would be only borderline-polite, giving him that same distant politeness his generation saved for all the "ancients". In the meantime, he was getting more and more handsome, and seemed to enjoy showing off his developing body, almost teasing the man as if he knew what he was thinking. Now, he would be teased no longer.

He approached the kid nearest his feet, and grabbed him by the calves to scoot him forwards, til his butt was right at the edge of the table. Of course, the tablecloth came with him, but everyone was watching the interaction too closely to care.

"Um, Mr. Seaver, are you really going to do this?" Kenny asked quaveringly.

"Of course. I won the auction, didn't I?" Vincent placed both his hands on the teen's hips, teasingly running his thumbs in and out of the waistband of the tented boxers.

"Um, well, we know each other, don't you feel a little funny?"

"No funnier than I felt when you teased me all those times in front of your parents." Kenny looked like butter wouldn't melt. "You don't think I knew what you were doing? I'm not stupid, I could tell you were trying to get a reaction out of me. Well, guess what, you are getting my reaction."

"I don't really feel comfortable doing this," the younger guy said nervously.

"Would you feel more comfortable if I told Sid that we weren't happy with your service tonight?" Kenny gulped. "That's right... I'm the one who recommended you for this job. And Sid is counting on me for a report on your performance. A word from me and your job here is history!"

The kid looked angry. "I don't think he meant this would be part of my 'performance'!" he retorted.

"I believe your exact words were 'I'll do anything!'" the man smirked. "He's counting on you to make this night a success. Besides, you look like you're having more fun than you want to admit." Both men looked down at the younger one's shrouded prong, which pointed between them like a microphone

By now the men were starting to get impatient, and, one by one, approached the table. "NA-KED. NA-KED" someone started the chant, and they all picked it up. Kenny swallowed hard. 

"Now, pick up your ass and let's get this show on the road," Vincent said. He tugged on Kenny's waistband, and the youth reluctantly lifted his hips. Ever so slowly, the older man lifted the shorts over his throbbing prong, letting it ease into view inch by inch to a storm of flashbulbs. The men exclaimed at how impressive it was. When Vincent had his shorts below his balls, Kenny sat back down and the man lifted his feet up, sliding the boxers down and off. Kenny lay back and stared at the ceiling, he could not believe he was bareassed naked, oiled up and hard in front of a bunch of strangers and a friend of his parents. Frank motioned everybody back from the table, saying "Remember, he gets ten minutes first." FIRST? Kenny thought? What the fuck did that mean? 

Vincent had the baby oil now, and slathered even more on the jock's chest and abs, then drizzled it down his legs. His big meaty hands alternately teased the young guy's nipples, which stood out in the breeze from the air conditioning vent and the unaccustomed stimulation, and gently squeezed and tested the muscles of his pecs... he also explored the guy's ridged belly, teasingly running a finger around the navel before sliding it down to his cock.

Kenny's cock was like steel, a fact that was not missed by anybody in the room. Vincent teased the dick with one finger, running it up and down the length a few times, then around the trimly cut head. With each stroke, the cock throbbed, his nearly hairless balls jerked upwards, and – deep between his legs – his ass clenched.

Vincent then left Kenny's cock alone, turning his attention to the boy's muscular legs. He smoothed the baby oil into the guy's tan, smooth skin, working his way up the calves, then the thighs. As he finished the second leg, he eased both of them up so the guy's knees were over his chest, and told Frank and Larry, "Grab these."

The two guys came forward, past Kenny's head, and each took a leg. Kenny lay there helpless, scared to think of what was next. A second later, he felt a cool squirt of liquid run down over his balls and down into his asscrack. Baby oil. He squeezed his eyes shut, knowing he was not going to like whatever was about to happen, but Vincent ordered him, "Look at me." He positioned himself so their eyes were only about 3 feet apart, and ever... so... gently ran one of his fingers along the young guy's totally hairless asscrack and then around his perfect little virgin pucker, while staring straight into his eyes. A guy with a camera got right in close, so Kenny could feel the guy's breath on his most possible private part as it was about to be invaded. The room got silent, everybody watching what was about to happen with a lust that you could feel and practically taste.

Frank, still looking Kenny straight in the eye, said in a voice that was little more than a whisper, "Do you know what I'm going to do now, Kenny?" All the while, his finger continued to make gentle, but relentless circles around the rim of the youth's violently pulsating asshole.

Kenny nodded.

"Tell me."

"You're going to fuck me."

"That's right, and do you know why?"

Kenny shook his head.

"To teach you some respect. And when I'm done with you, you will treat me with respect from now on. You will treat your parents with respect, and you will treat Sid and your other co-workers with respect. Do you understand?"

Kenny nodded, simultaneously terrified and more turned on than he had ever been in his life.

"Are you ready?"

Kenny swallowed hard and nodded again. With their eyes still locked, the older man gradually increased the pressure on his asshole, which resisted the invasion vehemently. Someone put more baby oil on the spot, and Larry and Frank, on some wordless cue, each took one of the boy's nipples between two fingers and pinched simultaneously. Vincent's big ring finger was ready, and when the nip-tweak distracted the instinctively clenching ass muscles from what it was doing, it slid insistently forward as the loss of Kenny's cherry was documented on film at close range. Kenny let out an involuntary gasp as he felt his insides spread open for the intruder. It seemed to Kenny like Vincent had the biggest fingers known to man as it took him a good few minutes to get the entire digit into the younger man. 

Kenny blinked back tears at the humiliation and discomfort he felt, as he found himself totally at the mercy of a man he used to tease. When Vincent had the whole finger in, he began to gently ease it in and out of Kenny's ass, while still holding him in his stare and whispering to him, "I'm fucking you, Kenny. Do you feel me inside you? I've taken your ass, it is now mine. You will not tease me anymore, because I have seen and touched every inch of you, and can do it again, whenever I want to. Do you understand me, Kenny?" 

Kenny nodded deliriously as the tormenting finger found his prostate and began teasing it, sending paroxysms of indescribable pleasure through his body.

By this time, every guy in the room was totally hard, stroking his cock through his pants. They were each chomping at the bit, waiting for the ten minutes to be up so they could get in on the action.

When Vincent felt like Kenny's ass was suitably loosened up, he eased his finger out, and walked around the table to the boy's shoulder. Kenny almost mourned the feeling within his asshole... it clenched at nothingness as he followed Vincent around the table with his eyes. The older man, unceremoniously opened his zipper, hauled out his hefty cock, and – putting a hand behind Kenny's head, pulled the youth towards his crotch and ran the head across his lips. "This is going in you, so you better get it wet," he warned. Facing two equally alarming possibilities, Kenny reluctantly opened his mouth and experienced a cock on his tongue for the first time. "Kiss it, lick it, get it good and wet." Vincent commanded. The boy did his inexperienced best as the horny bystanders continued to take pictures. "Ooh your mouth feels good," Vincent savored. "But for now, I know what I want."

He pulled his cock back out of Kenny's mouth, ran it once more across his lips, then went back around to his ass. The two emcee's lifted Kenny's legs once again, and as the crowd cheered and took pictures, he teased the kid's hole for a few seconds, then began to push his big rod in. Kenny let out a howl as his insides met an even bigger penetrator. But soon, he was bucking back on the big dick as it pushed in and out of him. 

In mid-fuck, Frank realized it had been a lot more than ten minutes. At his signal, the guys gathered around the table, dropped their pants, and began sliding their hands, cocks and mouths over the teenage jock's bucking, sweating body. Dicks were slid over his lips. He tried to keep his mouth shut, but Vincent would shove into his ass hard and make him gasp, and someone would be ready to swab the head of their dick across his tongue. Mouths kissed and sucked his nipples, licked his navel, teased his ears, and tormented his cock and balls, although nobody sucked him or masturbated him long enough to make him cum, he remained rock hard from the attention his body was getting from all directions. 

All the while, his neighbor's giant cock pistoned in and out of his tortured ass like there was no stopping it. But, abruptly, the man pulled himself out, came quickly around to Kenny's mouth and began jerking. "Open your mouth," he ordered. 

Kenny shook his head.. .that was an indignity he couldn't bear. Larry silently reached for the boy's nose, to pinch his nostrils together and force him to open his mouth. Defeated, Kenny watched as the man he had loved tormenting for so long, prepared to subject him to the ultimate humiliation. 

Vincent gasped, bent down, and lay his cock on Kenny's tongue just as it began firing a load of warm, gooey cum. Spurt after spurt filled his mouth, as he fought the urge to swallow, prepared to spit it out. "Let me see," Vincent said when he was finally done, and looked at the spew threatening to overflow Kenny's mouth as someone took yet another picture. Kenny obliged. 

"Now swallow my cum." Kenny shook his head. "DO it." Vincent said. Finally, Kenny had no choice, and – as tears came to his eyes – he swallowed the gooey mess, feeling it slide down his throat. "Remember this moment the next time you want to tease somebody." Vincent said, and stepped back to let the others close in. 

Before Kenny could recover, another strange finger was inside his hole, another cock was rubbing across his lips, and hands and mouths were sweeping over his soaked, heaving body. By some unspoken rule, nobody else attempted to fuck him or cum right in his mouth, but it seemed like they each had at least one finger up his ass at one point or another. Men slid their cocks over his nipples, fucked between his arm and his side, anywhere they could get their skin against his. One by one, as the men approached climax, they would step up to him and let their cum spurt out either on his face, or on his gorgeous body. Some of it got wiped around or licked up, but he was pretty much covered in cum by the time the last guy shot his load. 

"Tony, you want a piece of this?" Larry invited the bartender. 

The older guy, who never liked Kenny, jumped at the chance. "Fuck yeah!" he came over, dropped his pants, and simply ran his cock back and forth over Kenny's lips, crooning. "Taste it, Kenny. Come on, just a little lick." 

Since Kenny hated this guy for letting this happen to him, he steadfastly refused, but of course Vincent was willing to cooperate, and began finger fucking Kenny again in earnest, causing him to gasp again, giving Tony just enough of a chance to get his cock in his arrogant co-worker's mouth. "Oh, that feels so good. I like having your tongue on my cock." he sighed, as fingers and lips continued probing and stroking the helpless youth.

"Can I feed him my load?" Tony, who seemingly knew the rules, asked Larry. 

"That's up to Vincent as the winner."

"Yeah, why not, you put up with him long enough, you deserve it." Vincent kept fingering Kenny's hole, and watched as the bartender happily let his load of Italian cream spurt all over Kenny's tongue and lips. "Eat it cocksucker, and get used to the taste." Tony gloated.

At that moment, the hour of teasing, stroking, and fucking were more than Kenny could take. His asshole clamped down firmly on Vincent's finger, and his cock, which nobody was touching at the moment, started to throb. Vincent lifted the kid's ass up so that his cock was pointing at his own face, and kept his finger right on the guy's prostate as he bathed himself in his own seed, most of it going in and around his mouth. Kenny never came so hard or so long in his young life, it seemed like 20 spurts of cream, and by the time Vincent eased his finger out of his well-used hole and let his legs lay down, the kid was totally covered in sperm. He couldn't even summon the energy to move as the guys took a few more pictures, then rather hastily got their shit together and started to leave.

"You gotta get out of here, now, I gotta lock up." Tony jolted him back to reality. Kenny looked around at what was going on, and saw it was only Tony, Vincent and himself. And none of his clothes.

"Where's my stuff?"

"If you mean the clothes you were wearing when you got here, I believe their new owners took them home with them." Vincent replied.

"But, what am I supposed to wear home?"

"It's pretty warm out, you should be okay."

"I can't walk home naked, I'll get arrested! You have my boxers, can't you give me those back?"

"Well that depends... are you willing to earn them?"

Kenny sighed. "What else could I possibly do? You already fucked the living shit out of me."

Vincent said, "Well I could drive you home, but I told some friends I'd meet them at the bar for drink. I think they'd like to meet you."

"In case you forgot, I have no clothes besides those boxers."

"That shouldn't be a problem; in fact the manager would probably like some free entertainment, maybe you could practice your dancing." 

Kenny groaned inwardly. "Can I at least clean up first?"

Vincent shook his head. "No, I think they'll like you just the way you are."

He gave the kid his boxers, and they headed out the door. As they walked down the deserted street, Vincent slid his hand inside Kenny's shorts and teasingly rubbed his sore hole.

It was going to be a long summer.



Sold by Her Lover



"Anna," he said, after he got up from her bed and wrapped his housecoat around his still perspiring torso, "I have visitors tonight."

It took her off balance. He had called her by her name. That had not happened before.

"What do you mean?"

Questioning him didn't break any rules. They had no rules. 

For a while he just stood watching her face. It was so beautiful. A real gem. Especially when she was startled. It always made her erotic, even after he fucked her.

"I'm going to sell you."

For a brief moment she was dumb stuck. Then realization surfaced and panic spread over her face. "No...!" she cried, "You're not serious...!"

"Sure I am," he said and watched with amusement how her nude body, still shining with his sweat, began to tremble.

She swallowed several times before she found her voice again. It was suddenly hoarse with fear. "You're not... no! You're pulling my leg....!"

"No. I'm not."

Her eyes widened in alarm. "Why... I mean...," she stammered. Her mouth twitched. She barely managed to speak. "Oh no...! You cannot...! Please... I... I love you... I love you!"

He did not answer, just watched how the fright in her face changed from panic to dread.

She flushed deep red. She knew he liked to make her sick with fear. Usually it was a game which in the end made her reel to his raw sexual demands. But not this time. From the way he spoke, from the way he looked at her, she intuitively knew that this was different. With those words he had said what he meant. How could that be possible, how could he do such a thing? Her mind revolted. She'd been his play-thing for so long, and she'd come to love him! She felt like paralyzed.

Finally she tried to ask: "Is this...?" but she did not dare complete the question.

He nodded.

She attempted again, now with desperation in her voice: "You don't really mean it... don't you...?" Her eyes were wide open and she forced herself to smile.

He pushed up her chin. "Come on Anna," he said, again mentioning her name, "Get yourself together. You knew it would happen."

She put a hand to cover her eyes in an attempt to stop herself from crying.

He was right. She should have been expecting it at some point in time. But still... it was unreal. Not at all like she had anticipated in her dreams. Those vivid dreams. The ones that had made her so recklessly courageous to place that ad on the net. And to which this man had responded in his own reckless way, calling her over to his house right away.

He had been the first and only person she'd ever had the courage to tell. And he had quietly listened as she feverishly spoke. With her eyes cast down she had recounted that haunting fantasy of hers, that life-long dream of being imprisoned and sold as a nameless female body, as will-less property to be used for any erotic purpose. Ever since her childhood that had been her biggest fantasy, filling her mind day and night.

The confession had been difficult and very emotional. She had cried. But he had been kind and calmed her down, reassuring her that he too had his dreams.

They agreed they should explore each others thoughts in earnest. He was a serious man, who did not take things light. She had stayed with him for almost a week. During the days they had made long walks in the woods and talked, and during the nights he'd taken her to his bed and given her a taste of his violent sexual urges. She had loved it.

In the end he had sent her home "To think it all over."

But within days she had come back to him. "Yes," she had said, "I want it. I need it. Desperately." She had looked him in his eyes and added: "I'll give you my body. Do whatever you want with me. And when you have had enough of me you can sell me." He had smiled and only said: "Sure... sure." She had eagerly nodded, embraced him and kissed him in gratitude.

At that moment he would have liked to straight away tie her up and fuck her. But he had restrained himself and warned her once again. As far as he was concerned, this voluntary choice of hers should not be taken as a game. It should be real and irreversible, as definite and final as a block of granite. There should be no way back. If later she might want to get out, that would be too late. Those were his terms. His taking possession of her would have to be real and incontestable. Otherwise it would not work for him. He made that crystal clear.

She had agreed without batting an eye.

And she had been right. Once taken, the decision had proved to be like an enormous relief, a kind of liberation, and her life had become filled to the brim with the most intense erotic excitement.

Even the first step, signing the contract, had already been an incredibly electrifying experience. It was a real contract. No play-acting. The notary in his office had read it out aloud. Then it was signed by both of them before two lawful witnesses. They had signed it too, as well as the notary. That in itself had already made her wet her knickers. She could still hear that man's voice in her mind. Loud and clear.

That her freedom was to be taken away from her.

That she was to be left without any rights whatsoever.

That the agreement, once signed, was without time limit and irrevocable. If ever she would change her mind, there would be no way back: she would have no powers to annul the contract, to withdraw from it, or to change any of its provisions. She would have to abide, if necessary with force.

'Signed,' he had said, reading the last paragraph, 'of my own free will, while being of sane mind and body'. Thus she had sealed her fate before those witnesses, transforming herself into a piece of property for sexual use. The contract bore her signature, in bright red ink and written with a racing heart, but without hesitation,.

The notary had put a duplicate in his safe, and the original was given to the man who had acquired her. She got nothing. "No reason," he had said when she asked, "I own you now, as from today you have no claim to anything."

He had shaken hands with the people in the office and left, leading her by the arm.

How long had it been? Unbelievable! Almost three years. It felt like just a month. She could still feel the strength of his hand as he had led her into this basement, this windowless concrete prison with its tiny bathroom, its single cabinet, its small wooden table, the TV, the one chair. And of course that big bed, where so often he had held her naked helpless body while he fucked her.

She had been delighted with his greedy desires. Her whole life had seemed to float on waves of sexual excitement. She drifted in an almost continuous erotic trance, brought about by this man's ferocious lust for her body. It made her feel like a pure vessel overflowing with happiness. She had not wished it to ever end.

No wonder she had rapidly fallen in love with the man, with his quiet nature and his self-confident brutality. 

He did not return her feelings, which he treated instead with a refined brand of sadistic cruelty. He never even used her name. Not until this very day. He didn't even refer to her as his 'slave', as she would have liked. He hated platitudes, he had once said when she had tried to call him 'Master'. He was too serious for childish play. He had slapped her face and said that if she wanted she could call him 'Jack', as in 'Jack the Ripper'. For him she was just a prisoner kept for sex, a woman's body with a juicy cunt.

Given her masochistic nature, these insults to her feelings often strangely aroused her. But sometimes they also set off little sparks of anxiety. She knew he owned her, and she wasn't dancing the cha-cha. She was his to do as he wanted. Fuck her for as long as it pleased him, then sell her.

And now that was happening. Quite suddenly, those sparks of anxiety had become a blazing fire. The news he had brought, had hit her hard. It made her realize how much her love for this man had changed the colors of her fantasies. The old ideas about wanting to be sold had faded, disappearing in the misty forests of long lost memories.

For the first time she allowed herself to cry alone in her room, wetting her cushion with tears. She loved this man with all her heart. This simply could not be happening, not after all these years...

But it did.

Jack turned around, heading for the door, then left.

Leaving her behind on the bed, naked and well fucked, but like a broken toy.

***

Early that evening he entered the basement again, right after she had finished her dinner, brought to her as usual by the maid. He was not in his blue house coat, which he always wore when coming down to please himself with her. Not with that glorious naked muscular body of his shimmering through. No, now he was smartly dressed, as she had seen him only during their very first encounters, in the days before she was led down here.

"Get yourself undressed," he said. She looked up to his eyes, but saw no change of mind. So, still red-eyed from her crying, she obeyed and slowly took off her gown. Thus, possessing no shoes nor any kind of undergarment, she stood naked before him...

He watched her briefly. Not as eager for sex as usual, but business like. "Go wash your face with cold water," he said, "I don't want you to look like a silly crybaby, but like the fuck-body you are. So get yourself together. I'll be back."

***

When he returned she radiated sex. It was a last ditch effort to seduce him, to change his mind and keep her for himself. Her face was fresh and beautiful again, her hair combed in thick dark waves, the large nipples of her soft proud breasts and her smoothly shaved vulva slightly rouged.

The way she knew he would want her.

"You look a lot better," he said. There was even a hint of admiration in his voice. But he showed no clemency and shook his head. "Sorry," he said, "no change in tonight's plans. I think I better leash you," and he took a dog's collar from his pocket with a fine silvery chain attached.

Her mouth trembled as he quietly gripped her hair and pulled her head towards him. And while tears welled in those beautiful eyes of hers, he clasped the thin silver studded leather around her graceful neck. "Now give me your hands," he said, "I'll tie them behind your back. You won't need them and bound you'll be more adorable." And so he did, fixing her wrists firmly together with a silken cord.

Thus she left her basement for the first time, following him up the stairs while he held her on his leash, and waiting behind him as he clankingly unlocked the heavy door that had held her captive for so long.

***

The room was as she remembered, with its thick soft rug, its grand piano, and its large window's that provided a broad view over the wide gardens and the trees surrounding the mansion, still visible in the late summer dusk. For the first time she felt the loneliness of the place....

Sitting at leisure on a low luxurious couch in front of a small glass table with a bottle of expensive wine and a plate of olives, were a well dressed man and a young woman, a couple, judging by the rings on their fingers. They were sipping from half filled glasses. The man was probably in his early thirties. And as men often are at that age, he looked strong and quite attractive, although not nearly as much as Jack. But he had a kind face, and smiled appreciatively when Anna, in her naked beauty was led before him.

The woman appeared to be much younger, almost inappropriately so. And much younger than Anna herself, who was just over thirty. "My goodness, she's barely twenty," Anna thought, "Still almost a girl..." She was rather small, nearly a head shorter than Anna. But she looked very healthy, well filled but not fleshy or heavy at all. A strong taut young body. And she appeared well kept. Her hands were manicured, and her head surrounded by lush black hair falling down in what seemed to be quite natural curls. She had a round, bright and smiling face, the freshness of her blooming cheeks and lips cleverly enhanced by just a slight touch of make up.

But she had dark eyes that frightened Anna. They glowed like smoldering embers that would burn if they touched bare skin.

They made Anna feel deeply embarrassed...

***

"Well," said Jack, as he pulled on the leash to make Anna stand properly in front of his guests, "this is the girl I want to sell. Please have a look."

Anna lowered her face and blushed deeply red, shockingly aware that she was being exhibited like an artist's model, vulnerably displayed in full nudity. She had never shown herself nude to anyone before (apart from Jack of course), let alone be coerced to do so, shaved and helpless like this, in front of strangers.

However, she had to confess... it awakened her submissive fantasies, which made the flesh of her nipples contract, letting them stand out shamefully... 

There was a long silence until the girl spoke: "She's older than I thought.."

"She's thirty. I told you, didn't I?" Jack said.

"Hmm," the girl answered pensively, "I probably forgot."

And after another silence, she added: "But I must say, she has a beautiful face and a very nice white skin." Addressing Jack she asked: "How did you keep her so tender? It makes her very delicate."

"She's a natural," Jack answered, "I keep her downstairs. No daylight. It retains her whiteness of skin."

"May we touch her?" the man on the sofa asked his host.

"Of course. Be my guest."

He stood up and approached Anna's naked body.

The humiliation was overpowering. She closed her eyes and trembled.

And she felt how his fingertips traced lines along her hips, her smooth ass, her sides, her breasts.... Shivers ran along her spine. The man did not say much. Just an appreciative remark or two. Then he sat down again and Anna heard him say to his wife: "Not bad Aliza, not bad at all, quite a sweet soft body. I like the thighs and buttocks." And after a moment of silence he added: "And she has a real cute mound, with a nicely chiseled little slit, like she's still a virgin..." He turned to his host: "She's not a virgin I presume? How does she fuck?"

Jack laughed loudly. "Of course she's no virgin. I've been fucking her for years. But I assure you, she's still quite tight, still rides like a virgin."

An unexpected compliment. Anna blushed even redder than she already was.

"She seems to be unmarked." It was the girl again who asked. "You didn't brand her, or ring her or anything?"

"No, I don't like to damage the body. It's not my thing." He smiled at the girl, noticing she raised an eyebrow at his remark. "No offense meant. I just like to preserve her as she was when she came to me, soft and smooth as a child."

For a while he girl sat silent on the sofa, staring at Anna's breasts and belly. Then she said: "May I?" and stood up. Placing her glass on the table, she approached Anna's body.

"I'd like to taste her. Is that OK with you?" she asked Jack.

"Of course," Jack said, "She kisses quite delicately." And before Anna could protest, the leash tightened and she was pushed toward the girl with the fearsome eyes.

In a reflex Anna opened her eyes wide and looked in desperation at the man she loved.

"Please don't..." she said almost in a whisper. 

But nobody listened.

The girl seized Anna's head with both hands, drew her face to hers, and put her mouth over Anna's lips. But Anna resisted and kept her mouth rigidly closed. She'd never kissed a woman, and it wasn't going to happen now.

"Open your mouth!" the girl said.

But Anna didn't react.

Suddenly the girl grabbed her by the dog collar... there was a flash of movement, and Anna was slapped flat in her face. Tears sprang from her eyes. Not from pain, but from the sheer humiliation of being disciplined by a young girl, right in front of her husband and the man to whom she normally gave her body. She didn't know what to do, how to react, unable to move away, her hands tied behind her.

"Now will you kiss me...?"

The girl's voice came close to her ear: "I want to taste your mouth... open it... open your mouth!"

Glimpsing anxiously at Jack, Anna hesitatingly obliged.

Immediately the young woman's face was upon her. She felt the warm wet tongue invade her, exploring her palate and examining her teeth and tongue. Then her lips were sucked. The girl's saliva drooled from Anna's chin. It tasted less bad than Anna had feared, kind of sweet actually. "So," she thought, "this is how it feels to be tongued by a girl..."

"Mmmm...," the girl said after she let go of Anna. "Very good indeed, and she smells great too."

Another unexpected compliment.

The girl took a sip from her wine, as if to spice the lingering taste of Anna's mouth. "How does she bond?" she asked, putting down her glass, "Does she attach easily?"

"Well.... yes, I think so," Jack said. "With me at least she fell in love rather quickly, almost as soon as I patted her back." He stroked Anna's hair as if she were a faithful dog. She felt horribly betrayed, her love being discussed like the affection of a pet.

Then Jack said an even more terrible thing: "If you feel like it, why don't you try and see if you can make her feel attached to you."

"I'd love to!"

Panic hit Anna: "That girl, what does she think? She can't force me to like her! That's crazy! Ridiculous!! How could she even think of such a thing," her head screamed from inside, "Never, never!! I love Jack, he's my Jack the Ripper! I'm his!" Her knees felt weak and her mind raced.

And she made a decision.

Her feelings for Jack were all she possessed, the only thing that she could still call her own. Nobody would take that away from her. Nobody could and nobody should! She would be firm! She would never forsake her love for Jack. Never... Never!!

She bit her lip. It made her feel the strength of her mind.

From the corner of her eye she noticed Jack, looking on as if he was expecting a demonstration of some sort. "Of course he is," Anna thought, "I'll show him!".

The girl now addressed Anna:

"I want you to bond to me, to love me," she said, "Say you love me."

"No."

It was barely audible, but audible nevertheless. Anna dropped her head in defiance, staring at the rug below her bare feet. 

"Come on girl... I want it... I want you to say it."

"My God," Anna thought, "the kid's so much younger that I am and she calls me a girl. This is ridiculous."

"Listen," the young woman said, "listen, I like your body and I tasted and smelled you. Now I want to try your soul. I want to taste that too. So do you hear what I am saying? Do you hear me? Say that you love me!"

But Anna did not reply, just weakly shook her head.

Jack intervened. "Say you love the girl! Get it over with! You'll just do as you are told. She's nice, come on give her a kiss!"

No reply. No reaction.

"Well...?" That was the girl again.

But all Anna did was close her eyes.

Then she heard the girl again, her voice clear as a bell: "I'll make it easy for you, I'll undress. We'll both be naked. And you can make love to me, to my body... if you want."

It shocked Anna and made her open her eyes. She watched the girl undress. It was quite a sight. Apart from her own mirror image, she had never seen a live nude female body, let alone one so young and so beautiful. It made her jealous. The girl had breasts bigger and firmer than her own, with sizable suckable nipples set in dark fleshy aureoles. Her hips were wider than hers and smoother, and moved like water. And that belly of hers... like a soft peach. By the time the girl stepped out of her little white slip, Anna was spell bound. What a splendid body and what beautiful curls on the shallow hill between those lush legs....

"Well, now do you like me?"

But Anna said nothing. In stead she lowered her eyes again. This time not in defiance, but in shame. Not because of the envy she had sensed in herself, but because she suddenly realized with a shock, that the sight of this naked alluring girl, whether she wanted it or not, had woken a swarm of butterflies in her belly. She was mortified. And she glanced for help at Jack. But he seemed not to be interested in her despondent look and averted his gaze.




Sold by Her Lover



"Well then," the girl said, standing there in her superb youthful nakedness, "if you don't want to love me, or even say you love me, I'll make you do it." She turned to her husband:

"Bobby, could you hand me my whip..."

And without saying a thing, the man handed the girl a big heavy whip, a curled snake of dark leather.

Anna was suddenly swamped by terror.

The girl took the instrument of torture, uncurled it and slowly raised it close to Anna's face.

In spite of her fear, Anna watched it approach as if in trance. To her mesmerized eyes, the gruesome leather so close to her, seemed to acquire a strange cruel beauty. With horror she realized its pitiless danger.

"Oh my God!" was all she could think as black terror grasped her mind.

"Kiss it!"

Caught in a stupor between fear and fascination Anna tried to. But she could not bring herself to touch the snake with her lips.

However, the luring smell of young leather caused something inside her to shatter to pieces and fierce arousal suddenly shot through her body.

She kissed the whip...

Not once... not twice... but three times...

"Good!", the girl cried happily, "Very good. Good girl! Now say your love me!"

But the ambivalence of her excitement and the extreme fear it fed, brought Anna back to reality. She wasn't going to say that. And she just managed to shake her head.

Without loosing sight of the girl with that threatening whip, she tried, from the corner of her eyes, to watch the two men on the couch. But they surely would not come to her rescue. They had become an audience...

"Kiss me...! Kiss my mouth... kiss my breasts... kiss my cunt...!"

The words hit Anna like punches in the stomach. How could she! She was no lesbian, whatever those butterflies meant. Maybe that girl was, but she wasn't... would never be! And thus she remained standing there, frozen in fright. Like a statue, not even shaking her head.

Now the girl's dark eyes began to glow like fire, and slowly a big smile curled around her lips...

A blur in the air...

The whip hit!

It wrapped tightly around Anna's middle, taking her breath away like an angry wind. The first fraction of a second she thought it didn't really hurt. But then the tip, with a smacking sound, buried itself in the midst of her belly. And that really hurt! Much more than she expected. The leather pulled her almost off her legs, beautifully curving her back like an archer's bow. But she remained on her feet, although shaking in pain and biting her tongue.

She could stand it.

Silence.

The girl now slowly put a warm hand on Anna's hip, holding her steady. Then she pressed the whip into her face. And very slowly, emphasizing every single word as if she was lecturing a child, she spoke: "I said kiss me, now kiss my cunt!"

But Anna shook her head, again signaling a clear 'No'. She just couldn't.

Almost immediately the whip curled up and hit again with that unique clear sound of leather meeting flesh.

A horrible pain gushed through Anna like an electric shock. The whip had cut into the whole of her front. It felt like a blunt knife gutting a furrow through the field of her skin, from just below her delicate throat along the soft valley between her breasts, across the slope of her belly, down to her exquisite mound. A dreadful scream burst from Anna's lungs. She sagged, fell and hit the floor with a thud.

Lying there, her body jerking with her hands still bound behind her, and her face flat on the carpet, she cried in loud long drawn out wails.

Nobody spoke for a long while. And Anna's cries gradually diminished to sobs. The young nude girl, her whip still in one hand, bent over her victim, her full breasts hanging down like big ripe pears.

"Lick me girl!" she said, "I want your mouth between my legs. It'll make you love me!"

But all Anna could do was weep: "Nooooo.... Nooooo.... God help me...!"

Her tormentor pushed the whip up against Anna's chin, lifting her teary face.

"I said 'Kiss me...,' slut!"

"Nooooooooo!!!!"

Almost immediately Anna regretted her rebellion...

This time the whip bit her straight between the legs, slashing directly into the sensitive flesh of her female entrance.

It felt like being fucked with a hot iron ...

Delirious screaming filled the room. The pain burned for a long time, leaving Anna crying like an abandoned child. She had never been whipped. This was her first experience, and it was far worse than she could ever have imagined. How long would she be able to hold out and withstand this vicious girl?

"Get up and suck me... whore...!"

Still able to think vaguely in terms of resisting, but in mortal fear of another whipping, Anna succeeded with great effort to rise to her knees, looking up pleadingly at her young tormentor.

But the girl didn't wait for an answer. She just smiled and heaved the whip again with a heavy swing.

It hit straight across both Anna's breasts!

Drowned again in horrific pain, Anna collapsed back onto the carpet, shaking wildly... screaming her lungs out... howling like a beast shot by a hunter... her face a sea of tears...

Her brain stopped working. All she could think was "Stop!! Let it stop!!"

"Suck me!"

Anna heard it, like a stretched out hand, a way out of the red hell she was in, like a savior's voice.

But she could not get hold of herself and failed to get up on her knees again. The pain and the fear of another lash of that whip was too overwhelming. She shook and trembled as if in a fever, struggling in vain to get her body to obey. But with her hands tied behind her all efforts to push herself up to her torturer failed. Her body just kept squiggling on the floor, mindlessly crying... crying... crying...

But she was helped. The girl with grabbed her by the hair and forced her up. Anna's brain began to scream inside her skull: "FOR GOD'S SAKE... NO MORE PAIN...! NO MORE PAIN...!"

And that's when she saw the girl raise her whip again...

"NOOOOOO!!!... PLEASE NOOOO!!... HELP!!... HELP ME!!!... I'LL DO IT!!... I'LL DO IT... PLEASE STOP!!!...." she screamed.

The whip hovered in the air... "Say you love me...!"

But Anna was beyond reason. Her body, her head, her mouth... they all failed at this crucial moment.

The whip flew down. With her vision blurred by tears, Anna saw it come straight towards her face!

"NOOO!!!" her brain screamed. "NOOOOOOOO!!!"

In blind panic she opened her mouth, but only animal like shrieks escaped.

The whip missed by an inch...

In a resounding explosion it came down on the carpet.

There was a short moment of absolute silence, as if the world had come to a complete stand still. And then it crashed all over Anna: she had been broken. That's why her tormentor had not hit her. She must have understood! She had pity! Suddenly Anna felt overjoyed, unbelievingly grateful that the girl had stopped hurting her, now even caressed her, stroking her sweaty hair... and her neck and her back... Anna burst in tears again and she heard herself babble incoherently.

And the girl, this young blossoming girl, standing over her in her beautiful nakedness, now stretched out a kind hand and gently pushed up Anna's chin. And Anna looked into those large dark eyes. They suddenly seemed shining with trust, making her want to weep like a helpless little girl... wanting her mummy... a mummy to be cuddled, to be happy with... a mummy that consoles, that would shield her from the angry world of pain... a mummy with warm and big inviting breasts to sleep in, with swollen nipples to drink from... to suck... and she opened her mouth...

Someone fumbled at her bonds. The leash was clipped loose, her hands released. She was suddenly free!! In utter gratitude she flung herself towards the girl, grabbing her well formed ankles in an embrace of desperate thankfulness.

Together they fell to the ground.

With great eagerness now, wanting to find a way to thank this girl that had become so kind, Anna crawled between the young thighs before her, and pressed her mouth into the mushy flesh of what turned out to be a very moist cunt.

And sucked and sucked.

"Yes girl... yesss... suck me... that's what I want."

It wasn't anymore an order, but words spoken in a wave of passion.

And Anna, now so happy to oblige, pushed her tongue deep into girl's cleft, licking up its sexual moisture, which tasted like a strong cognac... with traces of a woman's urine.

She kept suckling. It calmed her mind. 

She let her tongue caress the warm insides of the girl's love tunnel. And when she found the little bulb, swollen between its folds, she gently mouthed it and sucked, causing the girl's loins to arch up high. Immediately Anna was locked by the reflexive force of strong thighs pressing around her head, pushing her face firmly into a wet and hairy world of flesh and sex.

Thus imprisoned Anna felt those soft loving hands again, tenderly fondling her back, her sides...

"You're so nice," the girl moaned, "now make me cum please!"

So Anna set her self to suck the girl even more ardently... Until the thighs locking her head fiercely cramped, and the girl exploded in all directions, her whole body jerking deliciously below her, convulsing in a long drawn out, and obviously very gratifying orgasm.

***

It took a while before the girl calmed down a little, and could speak again to Anna who, recuperating from nearly being choked, had been lying patiently with her head on the soft belly of her former tormentor.

"Come on up here... climb up sweetie." the girl said, and she pulled Anna upward by her armpits, high enough to bury her mouth in hers. Then she pushed a thigh up between Anna's legs. "Fuck me," she whispered, "fuck me on my leg!"

And Anna, her mind blank now, and happy as a child, embraced the lovely warm girl under her, and slowly began to move her loins, sliding her by now moist crotch faster and faster up and down the tout flesh of the thigh she was given to ride.

She orgasmed with a mind shattering force that tore through her like a wrecking thunderstorm.

After she had kindly let her come back to the world, her beautiful former tormentor once more pushed Anna's head up a little with both hands, and closely looked into her eyes.

"Now say it girl, say you love me."

And Anna, curling up in the warm receiving body of this young strong girl, having found a new home, kissed the girl on her mouth and softly breathed: "I love you... I love you... I love you... I love you..."

The girl smiled broadly, and rolled Anna off her body, pushing her onto the carpet. Leaving her there, she began to put on her clothes.

"You're right", she said to Jack, who had been watching Anna's passionate conversion with interest and great amusement. "She's a quickie. A little force and a little reward and I've got her to love me. It's really nothing." She put her bra on and looked at her husband. "I like her", she said, "great whipping flesh and nice screaming. I think you like that too, don't you?" Then, addressing their host, she added, as if wanting to explain: "Bobby is not as sadistically inclined as I am, but he loves to fuck a women that's been whipped." She laughed, "Right Bobby?" Her husband nodded. "I love you dear," he said smiling back at his wife while she put on her heels, "as usual, you're right, and very much so."

When the girl was fully dressed again, Jack bent down on his knees next to Anna who, with her eyes closed, seemed still to drift in blissful quietness. He clipped the leash back on and tied her wrists again.

Then he looked up at his guests, a question in his eyes.

The couple briefly looked at each other. Then the man, putting his arm around his young wife's shoulders, said: "We'll buy her,"

"It's a deal then?"

They both nodded.

Rick smiled, poured some more wine, and the three of them drank on it.

"We don't have a place for her like you have," the man said, his arm still smug around the girl, "but we made a large cage in our bedroom. She should fit in."

Jack shrugged. "Whatever," he said, "just keep her fed and healthy. Like a big dog." He laughed. "But I tell you," he added, "she'll give you more fun, a lot more..."

The girl laughed. "No doubt about that," she said.

Jack smiled down at Anna, and with a napkin wiped some moisture off her face. She didn't visibly react. "If you get tired of her you can always try to sell her again," he said. "But don't wait until she's run too much mileage," he warned, "with a worn-out cunt she won't sell easily." 

"We'll take care of that when the time comes," the man said, " I suppose we could still use her as a maid in the house by then, don't you think Aliza?" "Yeah," the girl replied, and with a little evil smile she whispered: "If she lasts that long..."

They all laughed, finished their wine and shook hands. Her price had been agreed upon before.

***

Before they took her up for transport, Jack for a moment looked down upon Anna, as she still lay naked, bound and curled up on the floor. He had fucked her body long enough, and tonight had been quite a grand finale. He was happy with the evening. 

And it seemed to him that Anna too was happy now. After being whipped so beautifully she had bonded rather nicely with her new owner.

And indeed, feeling bathed in the warm waters of a new love, Anna had already mentally taken her leave. She looked forward to life in a cage....