Driven by Craving

she knew the day of the auction had come. The last of the back tattoo had been finished a few days ago and she had heard the man at the tattoo shop talking on the phone this morning, and she was sure he was talking with her Master. From the side of the conversation she had heard she knew that tonight would be the night that she had been dreading for the last few weeks. After her morning milking, the man had her pack up all the items that her Master had sent with her. After quickly cleaning up the tattoo parlor one more time, she was ordered into her cage. After settling down in her cage, she was hoping that the man would fill her food and water bowls, but when he carried her cage out to the back of his truck, she knew that she would not be getting any food or water any time soon.

she couldn't tell how long he drove, as her dread of the upcoming auction completely filled her thoughts, but before she knew it, he stopped in front of what looked like a beauty salon, but not exactly like any beauty salon she had ever seen. After opening the cage door and having her crawl to the edge of the truck bed, he attached the leash to her collar and had her walk in the beauty salon. she could feel her face burning as she thought of the tattoos covering her body and what the other women in the beauty shop would think of her knowing that she was a toilet and a dog-fucking slut.

When she got into the beauty shop, the owner came up along with her staff to greet the man from the parlor shop. she tried to not hear the comments of the salon staff about what a huge slut she was and how could she face decent people looking like she did, but she wished she could just disappear.

“You know what He wants done, right? I can leave the bitch with you?”

“Yes, Yes I know. We will take it from here.”

After handing the leash to the beauty shop owner, he smacked her on the ass and said “See you at the auction, definitely looking to bidding.”

“Stand at attention, cunt, hands behind your neck, udders out. Let me see what I have to work with. Let me see those marvelous tattoos that I have heard about. Stand up proud, cunt, you should be proud to be so marked by your Master.”

As she put her hands behind her neck, the mention of her Master and how she was to be auctioned away from Him tonight made her start to cry. As the salon owner walked around her, touching her, commenting. “Good skin, needs to be softened and oiled. Those teats definitely need to be rouged so that they show well because with udders that size, they really need to stand out. Bend over cunt and spread those cheeks. Hmm, I can see a good cleaning is needed here. Straighten back up. Hair, makeup, maybe we will rouge that slutty slit as well before we are all done. He wants you to appeal to the bidders.”

With each comment about the upcoming auction, she found herself crying harder and harder until the owner snapped at her. “No more of that cunt, if you don't stop crying, I will have to punish you before the auction tonight and He does not want you marked yet. And if I have to punish you now, He will definitely NOT be pleased and He will see to it that you feel the weight of that displeasure during the auction tonight.”

“We will start with a good thorough cleaning before we do anything else. Go prepare the enema and douche bags.” With that the salon owner turned toward the back room, leading her by her leash until she was in front of a medical table. After crawling into place, she felt herself being strapped into place and the middle of the table being lifted so that her ass and cunt were high in the air. “Before we start with the cleansing, you better piss if you have to cunt because if you foul yourself after I go to the trouble of cleaning you, I will NOT be pleased and you will definitely be marked before the auction.”

Lying there, totally exposed, she bit her lip so that she wouldn't cry as she made herself piss in front of the salon staff, all of whom again started commenting about how disgusting she was. As she lay there, hearing her piss hit the drainage tray, she wanted to scream at the girls of the salon staff, tell them that she was only that which her Master wanted her to be, but as she was only there to be prepared so that He could auction her away, she figured she wasn't that any more. And that thought made her want to cry all over again, especially when she thought that if she wasn't what He wanted her to be, than what was she. So she bit her lips so that she would not cry.

“Good girl, now hang the first enema bag.” she could see what looked like an enormous bag being hung by her head. “There will be a series of enemas until you are completely cleansed. After that, a series of douching to cleanse that slutty cunt and then we will start working on the outside. Each one will be larger in size and will stay in longer, this first one is only a couple of quarts of warm soapy water and will have to stay in for about 15 minutes.”

As the bag slowly emptied deep into her bowels, she could feel herself starting to cramp from the pressure and she wondered how she would ever hold it in for 15 minutes, when all she wanted to do right now was expel it out, no matter who was watching and no matter what they said. After the nozzle was pulled out a large butt plug was pushed into place and she could see a timer being set. After placing the timer right by her head so she could watch the minutes tick by, she could hear the salon staff discussing what they would going to order for lunch. Even with her belly extended with fluids, the mention of food made her belly growl and reminded her that she hadn't eaten yet today.

“Oh, none for you cunt, we wouldn't want you to fill up after we are going to all the trouble of cleaning you out.”

At first she lay there watching each second tick away on the timer, but shortly the cramping was so bad, that she was writhing on the bed, and couldn't focus her eyes on anything. It was taking all of her strength not to cry. Finally the timer buzzed and one of the staff members came over to take the butt plug out.

“you better not crap all over my hand when I pull this out, or you will be one sorry bitch. So wait to crap all over yourself until I tell you to.”

After pulling the plug out and stepping back, finally the staff member said “Okay, now you can cover yourself with shit, because apparently from your tattoo, you like being covered with shit.”

The pressure was so great, that it didn't matter what the staff member said or that they were all standing around watching, she couldn't have held it back another minute. The stream of shitty water seemed endless, but when she couldn't push anymore out, she could hear the girls wondering if they should just leave her that way because she liked shit so much.

“No, I need to see when the water is finally clear, so hose her down between enemas,” she heard the salon owner say. And so what seemed like an endless series of enemas continued until the salon owner was satisfied that she was clean enough. The douching seemed to go much easier and quicker and shortly they were ready to start preparing the outside of her body.

With very shaky legs, she got down from the examination table and was led into a room with a massage table. After being told to lay face down, she crawled up on the table. she desperately wanted to ask for some water or something as after the enemas she couldn't believe how thirsty she was becoming. It seemed like with each passing minute, her throat was becoming more and more parched.

“you are in for a special treat, as I ordered this lotion specially for you. Not only will it make your skin very soft, it will also make it look incredibly white, making those lovely tattoos and any other marks you might get tonight really stand out. And at an added benefit, it will also make your skin amazingly sensitive, so that receiving those marks will be an excruciating experience for you.” After the salon owner had rubbed the lotion all over her body, covering every inch of her skin up to her neck, she was led to a huge mirror. “Now look don't those tats really pop now.” And as she looked she could see that in fact they seemed to be more prominent than ever before. “Yes, Ma'am Thank you Ma'am.”

The rest of the time in the salon seemed to be a blur, with being strapped to a makeup chair, and having her teats, her cunt and her face made up. They also did something with her hair, putting it up, but with ringlet coming down, so that it looked very formal. After strapping some incredibly high stilettos on her feet, she once more taken in front of the mirror. And although she could feel her face burn when she was how starkly red her cunt and teats looked against her pale white skin and how whorish her face makeup was with huge amounts of black mascara and eyeliner surrounding her eyes and scarlet lipstick on her lips, all she did was say, “Thank you Ma'am” one more time.

“Just think of what a picture you will make tonight, black makeup streaked down your face, red lipstick smeared all over your cum-covered face, huge red welts all over your super white skin, those tats cum-covered, but still radiating for all to see. I wouldn't miss it for the world. But my time with you is done for now, it is time to hand you off, but I will see you later.”

And as those words left the salon owner's mouth, she heard footsteps that she would know anywhere, they were the footsteps of her Master.