The Sale. By JYM
My husband and I had been married for almost six years and our
sex life was getting stale. Part of the problem had to do with our
careers - both of us had demanding professional lives, his in law,
mine in accounting. There were no children and no plans to have any.
I was 28 and striving for a partnership at the accounting firm where I
was working at the time. My husband was 34 and already a partner at his firm.
Then, and I honestly don't remember how, we got into bondage.
And it added some spice. But it turned out that I was into it more
than Arthur and he didn't like it when I began pushing him to expand
our D/s relationship. He was a 'reluctant' dom. I was an eager
submissive, ready to explore this new world. It was such a change
from my normal life where I was a hard driving, agressive yuppie.
So, it was a nice surprise when Arthur called me at the office
one Friday afternoon and told me that we were going into the city that
night to visit the club. I won't name it, but you'd know the name if
I did. I asked him what time he planned to leave and was surprised
when he said, "Five p.m. I'll pick you up at your office."
"But that doesn't give me a chance to change into something more appropriate."
He brushed aside my protest. "Don't worry. You're dressed
perfectly for your role - uptight corporate bitch who gets enslaved,
stripped and put on the auction block." And then he hung up on me.
I have to admit that I was excited by the image he'd evoked.
And I looked the part. I was wearing a gray suit, a white silk
blouse, white stockings, and black pumps with 3" heels. My skirt, as
usual, was well above the knee. I have great legs and I've learned
that showing them off can provide a useful distraction at times. I'm
blonde, with brown eyes, and a nice complexion. I tan easily and
rarely burn. I'm 5'8" and athletic. Pretty, but not really
beautiful. My hair is long and usually pulled back into a bun for
work, or sometimes a French braid.
Arthur picked me up at exactly 5:00 p.m. and drove straight to
the train station. We took the next train into the city and then
caught a cab for the ride to the club. Arthur had his toys in his
spare briefcase. He put my collar on in the cab, locking it with a
medium sized Master padlock. Leather wrist restraints went on next.
The rest was deferred until we were inside the club.
After we left the cab, Arthur pulled my hands behind my back
and secured them. Then he snapped a long leash onto my collar and led
me into the club. I was wet before we got to the door. I had to pee
and asked Arthur if we could stop at the ladies room before we entered
the club proper. He shook his head and said, "You're a bitch, do what
bitches do, piss on the sidewalk."
I shook my head, "No, I have panties on and I don't want to
ruin my stockings and shoes. Please, Arthur, be reasonable."
He smirked and shook his head. "Oh, Jenny! Don't worry about
your clothes. You won't need them for much longer. Slaves are usually kept nude."
I stared at him in shocked silence for a moment. "Nooooo,
Arthur. You're not going to really sell me, are you?" My voice
quavered, a mixture of fear and excitement.
He shortened up on the leash and flicked the loose end across
my face. I screamed and tried to back away. "Piss yourself bitch, or
I'll whip you right here on the sidewalk!"
I glanced around but there wasn't another person in sight.
Then, whimpering, I stepped out of my shoes and wet myself. I
couldn't help it, I was terrified. And also extremely excited by the
knowledge that I was actually going to be sold into slavery. I was
surprised at how erotic it was to stand there with urine running down my legs in a warm stream.
Arthur laughed and said, "You're a dirty slut, aren't you?"
I didn't answer and got another taste of the leash, this time
across my breasts. I was crying when I nodded and whispered, "Yes, Arthur, I'm a dirty little slut."
He nodded, seemingly satisfied with my answer, and led me
inside. My shoes remained on the sidewalk, forgotten. "It's going to
be fun to watch you being sold. I put a clause in the agreement that
you signed that states you must be branded before you leave the
block." He paused and glanced at me, chuckling at the expression on
my face. "Oh, you don't remember signing the agreeemnt? I guess maybe I signed for you."
Inside, I was turned over to a couple of female attendants who
would prepare me for sale. Arthur had them cut my clothes off before
they led me away. He also had instructions for them. "Cut her hair
short, shave her completely, and oil her with a heavy coating of that
musk oil that I sent over." The taller attendant, a redhead, nodded
and then took the leash from Arthur.
They led me down the hall and up a flight of stairs. The
redhead chatted with the other woman as we climbed the stairs. "We'll
cut her hair first, then shave her. Next an enema and a douche. Then
a shower. We'll oil her just before she goes on the block. They want
her crying as she mounts the block, so we'll whip her just before it's her turn."
I started to say something but the redhead pivoted and drove
her hard little fist into my belly. I sank to the floor, gasping for
breath. She grabbed a handful of hair and jerked my head up, slapping
me twice, hard. "Slaves don't talk. Slaves respond when commanded.
Do you understand?"
I took a deep, shuddering breath. "Yes, ma'am. I understand."
We continued on up the stairs and down a short hallway. The
door at the end opened into a room that looked like a lockerroom, but
without lockers or benches. There was an open shower, a whirlpool, a
massage table, toilet, sink, bidet, and a couple of rolling tables
with adjustable tops like some dog groomers use. They led me inside
and closed the door, locking it behind us. The redhead snapped her fingers, "Kneel."
I dropped to my knees like an obedient slave. The other
woman, a short, almost stocky brunette, asked me if I was going to
give them any trouble. I shook my head and whispered, "No, ma'am."
They moved away and conferred in low voices, too low for me to
understand more than a word or two. I looked around. There was a
round grate in one corner, like a sewer grating, and I shuddered as I
realized that it was just that - an open waste pipe.
They rolled one of the adjustable tables into the center of
the room and locked it in place using rings set in the floor. Then
the redhead snapped her fingers and ordered, "Up and kneel". I stood
up and climbed up onto the table. It was awkward with my hands still
cuffed behind my back, but the brunette helped me. When I was in
position, the redhead stroked my shoulder and said, "Good girl."
They cut my hair first. The brunette, who turned out to be a
trained hairdresser, did a fine job of cropping my hair until it was
no more than one inch long anywhere on my head. I watched her
progress in the mirror on the end wall. When the haircut was over, I
was released from the cuffs and positioned on my back with my arms and
legs fastened to rings set in the bottom of the table top. My legs
were spread. They clipped my pubic hair with scissors and then used a
hot towel to soften the remainder. Then, after an application of
shaving cream, I was carefully shaved - pubic mound, legs (each leg
released and raised), underarms, arms. Every hair below my neck was removed.
Next came the douche. And then the enema. I was placed
face-down on the table with my knees drawn up under me to elevate my
ass. An enema bag, with two quarts of warm soapy water was hung from
a chain. I whimpered as the greased nozzle was slipped into my ass.
The redhead stroked my hair as the brunette removed the clip and
allowed the warm water to flow into my rectum. I began to feel the
pressure within a couple of minutes. The redhead rubbed my belly and
talked softly, soothing me as I whimpered and moaned. They put the
whole two quarts into me and I felt as if I were pregnant or how I
imagined I'd feel if I were.
The nozzled was removed and a butt plug inserted. The redhead
told me to get up and walk around. She said I had to keep it in for
ten minutes. I whimpered but I knew better than to say anything. I
walked around for a couple of minutes and then stopped. The redhead
came over and rubbed my belly. "I wish I had the money to bid on you,
I'd love to have you for my personal slut."
My eyes widened, it had never occurred to me that a woman
might buy me! The redhead chuckled. "Never thought you might wind up
as a dyke's pet, did you?"
I shook my head and whispered, "No, ma'am. It surely didn't."
She shook her head, still chuckling. Her hand slipped down
and cupped my sex. I moaned and pushed against her palm. She smiled
and kissed me on the mouth. I started to resist but then I remembered
my new status and opened my mouth in surrender. Her tongue flickered
around my mouth and I pressed myself against her hand, wanting to be
masturbated. But she stepped back and said, "Too bad we don't have
more time." Then she told me she was going to remove the butt plug
and I was to walk over to the corner, squat over the grating, and
expel. "If you do it on the floor you'll lick it up."
I squeezed my sphincter as tightly as I could and she pulled
the butt plug out. I walked over and squatted over the grating,
expelling the contents of my bowels after just a moment of pushing.
The redhead watched, smiling, and then said, "Okay, get your ass into
the shower." I ran to the shower and washed myself twice. There was
a nozzle attached to a long flexible hose. The redhead made me squat
and put it in my ass and the in my cunt, leaving it in for two minutes
in each place. Any sense of modesty I had disappeared during that shower.
After I was showered and dried, the redhead blowdried my hair
and then I was oiled with a light oil that had a strong musky scent
mixed into it. I was collared and cuffed and fitted with ankle
restraints. Then, leashed, I was led back downstairs to be sold. We
waited behind a curtain until the slave on the block, a young male,
was sold. Then a video clip of me was played, showing me giving a
lecture at a training session. I could see it through a hole in the
curtain. I looked good in it. The auctioneer said, "This is the next
slave up for sale. This video is from her former life - she was a
real tight-assed yuppie bitch. She is being sold with no restrictions, unlimited use."
I glanced at the redhead and she whispered, "That means they
can do anything they want with you and never have to let you go." She
paused and glanced through the hole. "You can be resold, discarded,
or....." She didn't finish but I knew what she didn't say. I could be killed.
She must have seen some signal because she picked up a leather
strap and fastened it around my arms and pulled it tight, drawing my
elbows together. It was very painful and forced me to arch my back,
lifting my firm pear-shaped tits. I whimpered in pain as she buckled
the strap and then picked up the leash. She lead me out and up onto
the small platform. I was displayed for five minutes and then the
sale began. The bidding was fast and furious at the beginning, but
soon it was down to two - a big red-faced man with a southern accent
and a beautiful, light-skinned black woman with a low, cultured voice.
The woman bought me for $194,000.
I was the last to be sold that night. As the crowd broke up,
the redhead whispered, "You were very lucky. The redneck was going to
fuck you and then hang you. You'd have died right here in this room."
I shivered and almost wet myself again. I was that terrified!
My new owner, whose name is Elaine, paid cash and claimed me from the
redhead. Elaine led me through the crowd and out the front door to a
waiting limo. She put me on my knees in front of her and instructed
the driver to go straight to the airport. I wondered how she was
going to get me on a plane without clothes, but I didn't worry about
it. As it turned out, we went through a gate and over to a private
jet. I was whisked aboard and found myself on my knees in what might
have been a small livingroom in a condo.
Elaine ignored me for most of the flight, busying herself with
a briefcase full of papers. I remained on my knees, hands cuffed
behind my back. I saw no one else during the flight which lasted
about three hours. Finally, Elaine looked at me and snapped her
fingers, pointing at a spot right in front of her. I moved over to
her without rising from my knees. She stared at me in silence for a
moment and then said, "I bought you because you are a CPA. You are
going to be my personal assistant and help me run my business. I'm in
the export/import business in New Orleans. But make no mistake, you
are a slave and will remain alive only as long as you are useful to me
- professional, personally, and sexually. Do we understand each other?"
I licked my lips and whispered, "Yes, mistress."
She smiled and said, "Watch this short video. It's your
predecessor." She had me turn and face the TV that was set in a
partition in front of her seat. The screen brightened and showed a
view of water. Then the camera turned panned and showed that the
video was being shot on a large cabin cruiser. It continued to move
until it showed the cockpit and the stern of the boat. A very pretty
blonde girl in her mid twenties was kneeling on the deck. She was
nude and her hands were tied behing her back. She was sobbing. The
sound kicked in and I heard her say, "Please don't kill me! Please,
I'll be a good slave. Pleaassssse, just give me a chance!!!!" She
was clearly terrified and I saw a stream of urine splash on the deck
as she lost control of her bladder.
Another woman, also nude, but hooded, moved into view. She
was black and had a superb body and I realized that it was Elaine.
She turned toward the camera and said, "This slut was my trusted
associate. She stole from me and now she'll pay the price!"
I watched in morbid fascination as Elaine moved behind the
terrified blonde and looped a rawhide cord around her neck. She
strangled the blonde but not to death. She loosed the cord at the
last moment and then bent to whisper something in the girl's ear. The
girl shook her head and begged for mercy. Elaine ignored her.
Finally, the blonde crawled across the deck and allowed Elaine to
shacked a heavy weight to her ankles. Then, while the blonde sobbed
in terror, Elaine pushed the weight over the side. The blonde was
dragged over the side to drown.
I have been a good slave.
