Pleasure Incorparated

CHAPTER 6****

The evening had the air of anticipation in it as the slave auction was to get underway. The slaves were lined up at the back of the stage in alphabetical order. Allison was the third person in line and she was nervous, more nervous than she ever was before in her life. About a quarter to seven, most of the slaves had been inspected and they permitted the slaves to wash and take care of their bodily functions. Just as Allison feared the washrooms were unisex for the slaves, but what made it worst was there was no privacy. The washroom consisted of a row of toilets lined up against the one wall and a few urinals against the other. Not having any other choice, she picked a toilet furthest away from anyone.

"Spread those legs." Don yelled at Allison.

Trying to be inconspicuous as she could, she relieved herself as quickly as possible. She never even considered spreading her legs until Don yelled. With her face turning beat red, she spread them. She wished she could have climbed into a hole or something because anyone that was within earshot when Don yelled at her, turned their heads and looked in her direction. After washing her face and getting a drink of water, she got in line behind Alicia.

The lights went dim and from where Allison stood, she watched as a man walked by her and out onto the stage. The man who walked by her was the master of ceremonies who was a well known television game host. He always enjoyed doing this job and he always tried to get to one of the four sessions. After introducing himself as Charles, he went on to tell a few jokes and to relax the audience.

"I do believe that we have a good crop of slaves this session. Can we have the first slave out here?" Master Charles said after a few minutes once he had the audience warmed up.

The first slave was a male and he was lead onto the stage by a permanent slave on each side of him. Allison was standing so she could make out the slave standing with his one piece of clothing over his right arm and the leash attached to his collar in his left hand.

"What is your name slave?" Charles asked. This was just another way to humble a slave. If Charles wanted to, he could have read the slave's name himself, but slaves saying their name out loud was more humiliating.

"Slave Alex, Master."

" Alex here is thirty-three years old and he comes to us from California." Charles read from a card he held in his hand. Charles walked around the slave as if he was inspecting him and then he stopped in front of Alex. Charles' bent over and lifted the slave's male equipment in his hand. When he did that Allison could hear the crowd begin to laugh and with a couple of wolf whistles to go along with the laughter.

"I have seen horses that weren't this well equipped." Charles joked as he fondled Alex's privates.

"I think Mistress Julie will be quite pleased with this slave." Charles said as he raised his hand and swatted Alex across his bottom for a sign for him to start walking down the runway. When Alex started walking, Allison could see from where she was standing that Charles did not exaggerate on how well he was built.

"Bring on the next slave." Charles said as he turned and gave the signal for the slave to be brought on stage.

Just before Alicia was lead away, she turned to Allison and gave her a kiss on the cheek and taking her hand gave it a quick squeeze.

"Name?" Charles barked as Alicia stood naked on stage.

"Slave Alicia, Master." She said in a loud clear voice.

"This slave is twenty-eight and comes to us from Athens Greece."

"Wow. Look at the set of titties here. Someone is going to have their handful with these." Charles commended as he made Alicia raise her arms over her head. Standing behind her he reached around and played with her breasts.

"Slave Alicia, walk down and meet your mistress for the next two weeks, Mistress Meka." Charles said as he sent Alicia on her way in the same way as the last slave, with a slap on the ass.

When Allison heard her name called out, her first reaction was to run. Yet as the two assistants came to get her, she knew she could not run away and besides where would she go to. Her mind was one jumble of crazy thoughts. She felt ashamed, because deep down she was loving the treatment she had been receiving. Her nipples were hard and her pubic area was moist with her juices. She had even come close to having an orgasm during the inspection period when one man was fingering her. She could have died from embarrassment as he withdrew his fingers from her and made her suck them clean.

"Who do we have here?" Charles asked.

"Slave Allison, Master."

"Speak up slave."

"Slave Allison, Master." Allison said in a louder voice.

"Let's see. We have a southern bell here. The slave is from Alabama and she's twenty-nine years old." Charles read as he walked around Allison with his hand under his chin as if he was in deep thought. Allison stood still with her eyes cast down. She had a strange urge to cry or burst out laughing, she did not know which. The only thing she did know was that her nerves were ready to scream. She just wanted to get off the stage with everybody looking at her.

"I think she's ready." Charles said as he traced the outline of her vagina with his finger then held it to nose. The crowd started laughing when he made a joke about the scent of a woman in heat, which made her want to cry with shame.

"Master Steven will take care of you. Go and meet your Master." Charles said as he gave Allison a slap on her bottom that made her jump. With that the crowd snickered as she sheepishly walked down the runway to the end where a man was standing.

"Get dressed." Steven said in a voice accustomed to giving orders, as he took the leash that Allison was holding in her left hand.

"Yes Master Steven." Allison replied as she kept her eyes cast down and put on her scant clothing. One thing that her roommates told her to do was to always address your superiors with respect, as in yes or no master or mistress.

"They really get pissed off when they do not get the respect due to them." Alicia had said.

She followed Master Steven obediently with him leading her by the leash to where he was sitting. Showing the floor for Allison to sit, he sat next to a beautiful blonde woman as he let her leash go slack in his hands.

One thing that she was glad of was that her Master was a good-looking man. He had the body of an athlete with broad shoulders and a slim waist, and as Allison walked behind him she admired his cute little rear-end. Allison sat and watched as they paired the slaves off to their rightful owners. Partway through the festivities Master Steven asked if she wanted a drink, which she acknowledged with a yes in the proper manner. The waitress brought a fancy tropical drink for her master and the woman he was sitting with and a tall ice cold glass of water for her.

This was all alien to her but she was fascinated with the whole procedure as she watched as a young female slave started crying as she was being lead onto the stage. After a few minutes of discussion among what Allison took as officials, the slave was lead away and replaced with another. She paid close attention as her husband took possession of an Oriental female slave by the name of Thalia. For some reason she felt a pang of jealousy as her husband walked by with his slave following him. A young black male slave by the name of Jason was on stage being examined and when they called out Mistress Ingrid the woman that was sitting with Steven got up to retrieve the slave.

"Come Slave. It's time for dinner." Steven said as he rose and met Ingrid coming back with her slave.

With Steven and Ingrid walking side by side and with their slaves being lead by their leashes a couple of steps behind, they entered the Greek restaurant. Allison did not overly care for Greek cuisine, but she had no choice as a waiter in the garb of the country showed them to a table. The waiter seated Master Steven and Mistress Ingrid so that she and Jason sat opposite to each other. She did not know if she was doing the right thing but once she was seated she spread her legs like a good slave. Her Master said nothing but Steven nodded his head in approval at her. She did not realize how famished she was until she smelt the aroma of food coming from the kitchen. Their masters even allowed the slaves a glass of wine. When Allison asked for a second glass later during the meal, Steven flatly rebuffed and told her that he allowed slaves one glass of wine only. During the meal everyone got acquainted with each other as the different courses arrived. Master Steven was from Manchester England, which surprised Allison because she did not detect an accent. Mistress Ingrid lived just outside of Stockholm and Jason, Allison's fellow slave came from Atlanta Georgia.

"If you will excuse me. I have to use the ladies room." Ingrid said. Then turning to Jason, she told him to come with her. When Jason stood up to go with Ingrid, he put his hands over his crotch area to hide the fact that he had an erection. Now she knew what Ingrid was doing with her one hand under the table. What she did not know was why Ingrid wanted Jason to go with her. She felt the need herself to use the facilities, but she did not know the proper way of going about doing it. Should she ask her master if she could go, or just excuse herself and go. When Ingrid and Jason returned and had taken their seats, she thought she would ask.

"Can I go to the washroom, Master?" Allison asked as she felt herself blush. This was the first time she had to ask to go to the bathroom since she was in public school.

"What do you have to do?" Steven replied.

"Pardon?"

"What function do you have to do?" Steven asked.

"I have to . . . pee." Allison said in a voice that was just above a whisper.

"You can wait awhile and think about having not addressed me in the proper manner." Steven said.

"As you were saying before the slave so rudely interrupted us?" Steven said to Ingrid.

"I haven't been back here for about two years. My husband and I decided to start a family. So we have been raising our daughter." Ingrid said as her hand once again found its way over to Jason's lap.

"I'm thinking of going over to the bar for a drink, and listen to the music. Would you care to join me?" Steven said as Ingrid and he lingered over an after dinner liqueur.

"Thank you for the offer. Maybe another night. I want to see how this slave can perform." Ingrid replied. The four of them were standing outside the restaurant and Steven and Ingrid was saying their goodbyes.

"Do you mind if I take a closer look at your slave?" Steven asked.

"Drop your pants and let Master Steven inspect you." Ingrid ordered Jason.

"He's hung pretty well. I would cage him if I were you, he looks like the type who likes to play with himself." Steven said as he wiped his hands on Allison's dress after handling Jason's privates.

Allison was wondering when Steven was going to give her permission to use the washroom. It had been a good fifteen to twenty minutes since she asked him. She did not want to ask him again in case he was still cross with her about not calling him master. But if she did not go soon, she was going to wet herself. She hated to do it but she was going to have to ask him.

"Master Steven."

"Yes."

"Master Steven, can I go to the washroom? I have to go pee really bad." Allison said in a pleading voice.

"I see your manners have improved. Yes you can go. When you're finished, I'll be at the bar." Steven said as he pointed out the bar to her.

"Thank you, Master Steven." She said as she bowed her head. She had spotted the washrooms when they had left the restaurant and now with getting permission to go, she did not waste any time in getting there. The sign on the door said 'Slaves' so she knew what to expect went she entered.

As she walked over to the bar to join Master Steven, she kept her head down as not to draw attention to herself. The bar was decorated in the style of early Mexican and as she lifted her head, she spotted her master sitting at a small table by himself.

"You feel better?" Steven asked as Allison stood by the table.

"Yes Master." She replied as she waited for him to give her permission to sit.

"You can have a seat." Steven said.

"Thank you, Master."

"Would you care for a drink?" Steven asked.

The two of them sat in silence and listened to the sound of the night. There was something soothing about sitting with a drink although it was only water, which made Allison almost forget who and where she was.

"Do you dance?" Steven asked. This was the first time he talked to her since he told her to sit at the table with him and she jumped at the sound of his voice.

"Yes Master." Allison replied. She had been listening to the slow beat of the song the band was playing.

"Come on let's dance." Steven said as he escorted her onto the small dance floor. He wrapped his arms around her body so that her body was pressed tightly against his and as they danced, Allison could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against her body. She choked back a sob of surprise as she felt Steven lift the back of her short dress and slide his hands into her panties and cup the cheeks of her bottom.

"Come, it's time that we should go home." Steven said after the song they were dancing to was over. As she looked up into his eyes, he leaned down and kissed her on the lips.