LYNNE: CHAPTER 21. THE AUCTION.
" Please don't tell her, please....." I stopped begging him because I could see
it would achieve nothing. The young girl in white had a smug look on her face
when I looked back at her. I didn't understand how she could betray me like
that. " You fucking bitch !" I mumbled again. But no one was listening, no one
cared.
" Whatever you do, don't fuck up tonight Lynne." Monica had said. I trusted her,
she hadn't betrayed me, or had she ? I didn't understand anything anymore;
except what Steven had just said about not trusting anyone except my Mistress.
I could only hope that I hadn't learnt that lesson too late.
Steven led the girl in white from the room and left me there alone with the door
shut and the room in darkness. I still needed to cum, I could have masturbated
and achieved the relief I so desperately needed and no one would have known; but
I didn't. I'd made the same mistake so many times now, cumming or masturbating
without permission; I wasn't going to do it again. I was so angry with the
little bitch who had betrayed me, but I was even angrier with myself.
Steven returned and closed the door behind him and looked at me with an
expression on his face that both scared and excited me.
" Maybe there is something you can do for me...."
" Anything." I said eagerly grabbing the opportunity. " If you don't tell The
Mistress what you caught me doing I'll do anything you want."
He looked me up and down for a moment. " Do you swallow Lynne?"
" You know I do..." I said confused, it seemed such a silly thing to say. I was
here because I wanted to become a slave. I'd sucked him off and swallowed every
drop of his cum not more than half an hour ago. Then I realised it wasn't his
cum he wanted me to swallow.
I couldn't look at him or answer him. I just nodded that I would do it. But he
made me look at him and he made me tell him what I would do for him.
He had me kneel in front of him and unzip his pants. I put his soft cock in my
mouth and closed my eyes trying to think of something else, trying to pretend I
was somewhere else, doing something else.
" You really are a stupid little slut Lynne." The Mistress's voice startled me;
but seeing the girl in white with her surprised me even more. Steven took his
cock out of my mouth and pushed me onto the floor. I just looked up at them, I
didn't understand what was going on.
" You're here to learn more about what being a slave really means Lynne; and
you're a very slow learner. Pity you're not more like her." The Mistress stroked
the girl in white's hair affectionately.
" She masturbated too." I said with more than a hint of jealousy in my voice. "
She got herself off..."
" But she had permission you insolent little bitch. You're just a cheap little
slut Lynne; and there's a big difference between being a slut and being a
slave."
They left me alone in the dark again. I thought I really had fucked up this
time. I should never have spoken to The Mistress like that. But as confused and
worried and mixed up about what was going on as I was, my cunt still ached to be
touched. I ignored as best I could what my body wanted me to do.
Sitting in the dark alone I had time to think. They were trying to show me more
of what being a slave really means; but they were playing with me again too.
They kept telling me this wasn't a game anymore, but they kept playing games
with me.
The door opened and I could see the outline of a woman standing in the doorway;
with light spilling into the room from behind her.
" You're pathetic Lynne." I knew the voice but I didn't recognise it." You know
you're not to masturbate without permission but you couldn't keep your hands
off that pretty little pussy of yours could you Lynne ?"
The lights came on and hurt my eyes for a moment as I tried to focus on the
woman. She was wearing a little red Slave Girl outfit. " Cherie ? What are you
doing here...?"
She was standing in the doorway looking down at me curled up on the floor in the
corner. " What the fuck has it got to do with you Lynne !"
" I don't know I..."
" It has NOTHING to do with you. And do you really think doing that for Steven
would have stopped him from telling the Mistress what he'd caught you doing ?
Are you really that stupid ? Our sole purpose in life is to be used Lynne. To
amuse, to entertain and to satisfy others; that's all slaves like us are good
for. People don't need a reason to use us."
" I know, I'm trying to learn..."
" The only thing you have to learn is obedience Lynne. If you really do want to
be a slave, if that really is what you know you want to be, then you better
hurry up and learn."
" Yes, she better." The Mistress said as she walked into the room.
" I'm sorry Mistress. I know how many times I've said that; I know how many
times I've disappointed you."
" I don't want to hear how sorry you are Lynne I want you to show me how sorry
you are."
I had been ready to burst into tears; I really didn't know what to expect next;
but the tone of her voice was calm and relaxed. I thought I knew what she meant
but I wasn't sure, I couldn't be sure of anything anymore.
" I'll do anything to show you how sorry I am Mistress, just tell me what you
want me to do."
" You're the one who disobeyed me Lynne, you're the one who has disappointed me
again. It's up to you to show me how sorry you are."
" I will Mistress, I'll show you....."
" I hope for your sake that you do Lynne." Her last few words were ominous in
there meaning but casual in the way she said them.
" Have you ensured that Rebecca and Kelly are properly displayed?" The Mistress
asked Cherie.
" Yes Mistress."
" Good. Tidy her up and bring her into the display room."
" What do I do Cherie ?" I asked after the Mistress had left. " I don't know
what to think or do next. I ..."
" You think too much Lynne, that's you're biggest problem. Stop trying to figure
everything out. Just accept what you are. The only thing you have to think about
is how to please your Mistress. Not why does she want me to do this, or why did
she do that? Being a slave means giving up your right to think for yourself."
" I know I know.....But what do I do to show her I'm sorry ?"
" Jesus Christ Lynne what do you think?" I just looked at her, I didn't have
any idea. " I just told you the only thing you have to think about is how to
please your Mistress. What do you think you could do that would please her Lynne
?"
" I don't know....something disgusting; something humiliating......"
Cherie just looked at me, there really was no need to say anything. The answer
was obvious all along. There was nothing in particular for me to do, no one act
would show her. What I had to do was what I should have been doing all along; I
had to do whatever I was told to do. Being obedient was the only way to show her
how sorry I was and that I had learnt from my mistakes. Whatever I was told to
do from now on I would do without hesitation.
Cherie straightened my skirt and top and fluffed my hair and stood back and
looked at me. " Being a slave means more than just letting people treat you like
one. You've got to act like a slave and think like a slave; but more than
anything you have to need to be a slave; not just want to, but need to."
" Thanks Cherie." I said kissing her softly on the cheek. I understood things
better now, or at least I thought I did. This was what I wanted, what I needed,
I had no doubt about that.
The anger and frustration drained from Cherie's face. " You've got to stop
trusting other slaves and other people too Lynne. The only person you can really
trust is your Mistress."
" I trust you Cherie."
" Well you shouldn't, I don't trust you." Her voice was harsh but her face was
soft. " And you've got to stop developing feelings for other slaves Lynne.
Slaves don't have feelings Lynne we can't afford to, we just have bodies. "
Cherie took my leash and led me toward the door then she stopped suddenly and
turned and looked at me. " Kelly trusted you Lynne, and you betrayed her. You
let her take your whipping for you; so don't get all high and mighty about
another slave betraying you; you're no better than the rest of us Lynne."
Neither her voice nor her face were soft this time. What she said stung me and I
wanted to say something, to hit back; but Cherie was right I had betrayed Kelly;
but nothing like the way the girl in white had betrayed me.
Cherie led me down a corridor and into a large room that looked like an
upmarket boutique on 5th Avenue or Orchard Road. It was lavishly decorated with
platformed stands down the sides and middle of the room. But instead of
mannequins modelling designer labels, the stands displayed women for sale.
Masters and Mistress's strolled around the room looking at the array of slaves
on offer.
" What are you two doing in here." A Security guard said abruptly as we entered
the room. " My Mistress instructed me to deliver this woman to her here Sir."
Cherie answered nervously.
" Another new one." The Security Guard said looking me up and down.
" They're mine George." The Mistress said as she approached us." Some friends of
mine want to see you in my private room Cherie; and when they've finished with
you go and wait beside the car. Kenneth may want something to do while he's
waiting too."
" Yes Mistress." Cherie said politely.
The Mistress took my leash and led me into the room where the slaves for sale
were displayed. " The slaves are put on show here first, so as any potential
buyer can have a closer look at them before the Auction. One day it could be
you up there on display Lynne."
I hadn't given any thought to being owned by some one else. I only wanted to
belong to The Blonde Woman; but it doesn't work like that. A slave doesn't get
to choose who owns her. I could give myself to the Blonde Woman, and she could
sell me to somebody else whenever she wanted. Strangely the thought didn't
particularly worry me. I think I've reached a point where being a slave and
living that life style is more important to me than who ends up owning me; but I
hope the Blonde Woman keeps me for a while at least; if she takes me as her
slave at all that is.
We strolled down the aisles looking at the women. They really were just like
Mannequins in an exclusive fashion shop. The stands they stood on were covered
with silk and stood about a foot off the marble floor. The women were lit up
with those little spot lights they use in fashion shops; and the women never
moved unless they were told to.
They were dressed in all sorts of revealing and erotic ways. Some wore
traditional Harem Girl type costumes; others were dressed in modern looking
leather and chains; some were naked except for body jewellery. They all had
price tags around their necks, and labels on their wrists which gave details
about them.
The Mistress stopped in front of one of the stands. The woman on display was
dressed in Leopard Skin Bra and Panties. The tag on her wrist said:
Name: Therese.
Age: 28.
Height: 160cm (5'3")
Weight: 51kg (8 st)
Experience: 2 years.
Previous Owners: 8
The price tag around her neck read: $150,000.
" That's her Reserve price. Do you know what that means Lynne?"
" I'm not completely stupid." I said to myself. " I think so Mistress." I said
to her.
" It's the minimum price her owners will accept, if the bidding doesn't reach
the Reserve, then she's taken away in disgrace. In her case, the reserve price
is also the minimum price set by The Society. Her owners don't expect much
interest in her. Why is that Lynne ?"
" I don't know Mistress." I quickly looked at Therese again. She was slim,
reasonably attractive with short dark brown hair. Her breasts were only average
in size but I liked the look of them. I thought she looked nice.
" Don't just look at her body Lynne, that's very important, but there's more to
a good slave than nice tits and a pretty pussy. Look into her eyes, look at her
demeanour. She's boring Lynne. That's why she's had so many owners in such a
short time."
The woman never flinched while we stood there discussing her, she never
hesitated when The Mistress told her to pull her panties down or to lift up her
bra.
" I don't like your nipples but you have got a nice cunt."
" Thank you Mistress." Therese's voice was calm and polite as she stood there
with her panties down around her knees and her bra up over her tits.
" But people get bored with you very quickly, don't they Therese."
" Yes Mistress. Some of my owners have told me I'm a boring slave."
" Have you been marked in any way ?"
" Yes Mistress. One of my Masters had the word slave tattooed on my arse and on
my shoulder." Therese turned around slowly. The tattoo's were on the top of her
right cheek and just above her right shoulder blade.
" Why did your Master mark you like this Therese ?" The Mistress asked as she
ran her hand over Therese's arse.
" Because he wanted to Mistress."
Therese didn't pull up her panties or put her bra back on until we had moved
onto the next slave on display. She was a very attractive brunette wearing a
Harem Girl style outfit. Two men in suits were looking at her and touching her.
The Mistress gave her a disinterested glance and moved onto the next one. She
was a young woman, with long blonde hair, tanned skin and deep blue eyes. Her
price tag said $750,000.
She looked a bit like Cherie, but perhaps even more beautiful. She was naked
except for a small gold chain around her waste; she looked magnificent.
Everything about her was perfect. Her skin; her tits; her teeth; her arse; her
pussy. She was faultless. The Mistress looked at her and talked to her for a
while and moved on.
The Mistress stopped to have a closer look at some of the women, and simply
walked past others totally disinterested. It was an amazing feeling being with
her while she browsed what was for sale, what women were for sale.
Kelly and Rebecca were on display at the end of the room. They both wore their
little red Slave Girl skirts with the jagged hem, and the sheer silk scarves
around their breasts. Kelly was holding the front of her skirt up for a youngish
couple to admire what she had between her legs. Rebecca had no one looking at
her.
" Has anyone shown any interest in you Rebecca ?" The Mistress asked in a
sarcastic tone.
" A few people Mistress." Rebecca answered politely, but I could sense the
embarrassment she was trying to mask.
" But not as many as have shown an interest in Kelly."
" No Mistress." Rebecca answered softly. I looked at the price tag around her
neck. $250,000. I wasn't sure whether that was good or not.
Kelly turned around, bent over and lifted up the back of her skirt. The couple
inspecting her ran their hands over Kelly's arse.
" You'd love to stick you're cock up her sweet little arse hole wouldn't you"
The woman said to the man with her. " Almost as much as you'd love to have that
nice pink tongue of hers up your sweet little arse hole." The man replied and
they smiled at each other.
The Mistress led me around the room to look at the rest of the women for sale,
there were about 20 in all. A few caught the Mistress's eye and she would talk
to them and inspect their bodies. We were headed back towards the entrance when
the Mistress walked towards one of the women on display. There was a small cue
waiting to look at her: it was the girl in white; but she looked very different
now. I couldn't figure out why I hadn't noticed her on the way in.
" Hello Ailene." The Mistress said with a warm smile on her face and in her
voice when the people in front eventually moved on.
" Hello Mistress." The girl said smiling back. Her name tag said Ailene, an
unusual name, but The Mistress knew how to pronounce it; "A-Leen." She obviously
knew Ailene very well; and I was sure the other Mistress's and Masters would
love to get to know Ailene well too.
She was dressed in a school uniform. A short green and white chequered skirt
that barely covered her crotch; a white shirt with very few of the buttons done
up and no bra. A green school tie hung loosely around her neck. The school girl
look was completed with her white socks and brown shoes.
" You've been looking forward to this haven't you Ailene." The Mistress said as
she ran a finger over the outline of Ailene's stiff nipple.
" Yes Mistress I have, very much."
" When did you turn 18 ?"
" Three months ago Mistress, my sister has provided copies of my birth
certificate and other documentation if you require it Mistress."
" That won't be necessary Ailene, I think I know both you and your sister well
enough by now." They exchanged knowing smiles. " You've met Ailene, haven't you
Lynne."
" Yes Mistress." I said softly, still distracted by the beautiful young woman
standing in front of me. I didn't like her, but I couldn't resist her.
The tag on her wrist read:
Name: Ailene.
Age: 18.
Height: 157cm (5'2")
Weight: 48kg (7st 2lb)
Experience: 4 years.
Previous Owners: 1.
It didn't make much sense at the time. The Society was obviously very careful
about ensuring that the women they used and sold were of legal age; then how
could she have been a slave for 4 years already ?
" What do you think of her Lynne ?" I still hated the little bitch for betraying
me the way she did but I had to admit she looked absolutely gorgeous.
" She's incredible Mistress." I answered honestly; and Ailene was just that,
incredible. Smooth young skin with a dark olive complexion; big brown eyes;
shoulder length dark almost black hair; a slim figure with smallish breasts and
a face that looked both innocent and sensuous at the same time.
The price tag around her neck showing her reserve price said:
$1,000,000. I was sure there would be no shortage of offers for her; but whoever
dressed her up like a school girl had ensured she'd fetch an even higher price.
A small group of well dressed men and women were waiting patiently behind us to
see her, although a few looked at me disdainfully.
" Enjoy your new life Ailene." The Mistress said warmly.
" Thank you Mistress, I know I will."
The Mistress led me out of the room and down the corridor which met another in a
"T" intersection and we turned right. The corridors were wide with the same
Marble floors as the foyer and the auditorium. The walls were decorated with
large framed black and white photo's of women in erotic poses. Some were bound
with ropes or chains others were being whipped or punished in other ways. There
were some photo's that featured a woman who looked somehow familiar.
It was a bizarre almost surreal scene just walking down the corridors. This was
their world. Masters and Mistress's with scantily dressed slaves on leashes;
women on the floor on their hands and knees at their owners feet as their owners
talked casually with other Masters and Mistress's. One woman was being used as
a foot rest for two men who were smoking cigarettes and talking; another woman
was bent over being whipped on her bare arse with a cane walking stick by her
angry Master; another woman was on her knees begging her Mistress for
forgiveness for something she'd done wrong. It was all so unreal and yet all so
real. It was their world and I wanted to be a part of it.
The Mistress took me into a room with a large grey "L" shaped lounge, a coffee
table and a small bar. It felt like my heart had stopped when I saw Michelle
walk out of what looked like an ensuit or bathroom. She had a glow in her eyes
and a smile on her face. " That was great Cherie." She said as Cherie followed
her out of the ensuit.
" It was my pleasure Miss." Cherie replied. Michelle saw me but didn't
acknowledge me. Michelle's husband David worked with my husband. It was in
their garage about three weeks ago that all this started.
" Where's David ?" The Mistress asked as she joined Michelle on the lounge. " He
had to have a look at one of the slaves, she's developed a weight problem and
her owners want something done about it."
The Mistress had stood me in a corner and just left me there. No one paid me any
attention as The Mistress and Michelle talked. After Cherie fixed them some
cocktails at the bar the Mistress sent her off to wait beside the car and see if
there was anything Kenneth wanted. David never looked at me when he came into
the room, but I know he saw me.
A few more things became a bit clearer as I stood there and listened to them
talking. David is a Fitness Trainer with a degree in PE; obviously a lot of his
work is with The Society's slaves. Michelle is an accountant, it became clear
that The Society was her major client, probably her only client.
" So when will you put Ailene on ?" The Mistress asked.
" There were differing opinions." Michelle replied. " Obviously she's going to
attract a lot of attention. Some felt that putting her on first might lead to a
sense of anti-climax and diminish the interest and the value of the bids in the
rest of them. Others felt that people would hold out until Ailene was put on,
which would also lessen the interest in the others; and putting her on in the
middle somewhere would be an even worse option as you'd probably get a bit of
both reactions. It's always difficult when you get someone as special as Ailene.
Fortunately a representative from one of our friends in Hong Kong is here to
bid on her. We'll put her on first; our friends representative will open with
some huge bid; everyone will grudgingly accept they can't outbid on her and
Ailene will be on the next flight to Hong Kong."
" Well I can tell you now a lot of the members are going to be pretty pissed off
that someone as special as Ailene is going to be lost to some billionaire in
Hong Kong." David said sounding more than a bit pissed off himself.
" Well the members don't complain when they go overseas and bring back all those
cheap Asian women David." The Mistress said casually.
" Exactly." Michelle said smiling at the Mistress.
" Yeah, fair call." David agreed reluctantly. " But an 18 year old......
Bloody "Free Trade" agreements." He added laughing.
" It doesn't matter if it's beef or wool or women." Michelle chimed in and they
all laughed. " We're living in a global economy; Free Trade, that includes Free
Slave Trade."
" Except with the American's." David said still laughing quietly." But Clinton
can't put a Tariff on the Slave Trade; I bet he's got a few slaves of his own
anyway; he probably calls them all Monica. "
It was strange the way they laughed and talked so casually about something that
was so abnormal and to most people probably abhorrent and immoral. And it was
even stranger coming from people so seemingly ordinary as David and Michelle.
I'd known them for years and had no idea they were like this. Then again I was
only just getting to know my husband after nearly 4 years of marriage.
" I understand you know Ailene." Michelle said.
" Yes. The Mistress replied. " She lived on a property near Bowral with her
parents and elder sister Leanne. She's the ultimate submissive, has been since
she was a child. Leanne was six years older than her and they played games and
did things together. Their parents were killed in a plane crash when Ailene was
13 and the two sisters lived alone on the property up until recently. She's been
her sister's slave in every sense of the word since she was 14.
Leanne was a clever young woman. She made sure Ailene was exposed to all the
'normal' things in life. School, friends, TV, books. She made sure Ailene had
the opportunity to develop normally if that's what she wanted, but Ailene didn't
want to be 'normal'. No one touched Ailene other than Leanne until she was 16.
She dated a few boys but had no interest in a 'normal' life. So Leanne was her
sisters Mistress up until now. She found out about The Society and moved to
Sydney just before Ailene turned 18. After that I and a few others helped Ailene
refine her skills as a slave and helped her to decide whether she really wanted
to give herself to others as a slave. But as I said, she's the most naturally
submissive woman I've ever met. All she wanted was to turn 18 so she could be
brought here and sold as a slave. It's been her dream for as long as she can
remember."
Michelle and David were intrigued by Ailene's story. They kept looking at each
other in ways I hadn't seen them look at each other before.
Michelle isn't particularly attractive, she's got a good figure, slim with long
legs and nice tits, but she's a bit plain looking in the face. She's got really
short blonde hair but doesn't have any sexual aura about her. She's the last
person you'd expect to find here. David's very much the same, good body,
ordinary face. I flirted with him a few times when we first met but he was a guy
who never seemed interested. He always gave the impression that he was the sort
of guy who'd rather go to the gym than have sex; funny how you can be so wrong
about people.
" What's your thoughts on Lynne ?" The Mistress asked as she motioned for me to
stand in front of David and Michelle. " Take your clothes off and let them have
a good look at you Lynne."
I could feel myself going red with embarrassment as I walked over and stood in
front of them, but the embarrassment faded as I watched them watching me
undress. My nipples were stiff and my pussy soaked again before I even undid
the knot that tied the little skirt around my waist.
" A few hours in the Gym wouldn't hurt her." David said looking me up and down.
" I've always liked her tits." Michelle said as she leaned forward and gently
flicked my nipple with her finger. " But I didn't know she had such nice
nipples; such nice big nipples." Michelle had a look in her eyes that made her
seem very different to the Michelle I'd known for so long. She snaked her finger
down my stomach and stopped just above my bald pussy.
" Does she always get this wet this easily ?" Michelle asked as she lightly ran
her fingers over my swollen lips.
" She's always wet." The Mistress replied with a smile. " But she was caught
masturbating earlier and she's a bit frustrated at the moment. Aren't you Lynne
?"
" Yes Mistress." I panted.
" Look at her clit poking out David." Michelle said as she gently ran her long
fingernail over it. I moaned softly and opened my legs so she could get at me
better.
" She'll cum all over you if you keep doing that Michelle." The Mistress said
mockingly.
" Do you want to cum on my finger Lynne ?" Michelle asked in a soft voice, our
eyes locked together as she stroked my clit with her finger nail.
" Yes Miss. Oh God Yes. I'd love to cum on your finger..." Michelle stroked me a
few more times and then slowly pulled her hand away and put her finger in her
mouth.
" Mmmmm very nice. I knew you'd taste nice Lynne." I could have cum just
watching her suck my juices off her finger.
" How close were you to cumming when Steven caught you masturbating Lynne ? "
" Very close Mistress."
" I'd like to see her cum." Michelle said still looking into my eyes. " I'd like
to see what she looks like when she cums; I'd like to hear what sort of noises
she makes."
" That won't be a problem Michelle, hurry up Lynne."
I thought I knew what The Mistress meant. I thought she wanted me to masturbate
for them; to cum for them; but I wasn't sure.
" I'm sorry Mistress. I don't understa..."
" Hurry up and get yourself off for Michelle."
" Yes Mistress."
I quickly licked my fingers and buried them between my legs. Michelle and David
took sips from their drinks as they watched me masturbate.
" Hurry up Lynne." The Mistress said impatiently.
" Yes Mistress." I didn't worry about putting a finger inside myself or up my
arse; I just spread my lips with one hand and rubbed my clit with the other and
I was there.
" I'm going to cum Mistress..... I'm going to cum !" I panted ." Can I cum now
please....?"
She didn't answer at first and I asked her again if I could cum. She smiled at
me and said" No." I let out a long whining whimpering sound and forced myself
to stop rubbing myself. But I couldn't take my hand off my cunt though, I
couldn't. I held onto myself, yet again trying to hold back an orgasm that had
all but started to consume me.
The room was silent except for my pitiful whining and panting. The Mistress and
the others were laughing at me. I could only imagine how pathetic I looked.
" I was only joking Lynne." The Mistress said in a mocking tone. I was in a daze
, I wasn't sure whether she'd actually said it or whether I'd only imagined it.
But my body reacted where my mind hesitated and my hands began moving quickly
between my legs again.
" But you can't use your hands Lynne, you can't touch yourself in any way.
You'll have to think of some other way......"
I looked around the room desperately trying to think of something, to think of
some way to get myself off without touching myself. The floor was covered with a
plush gold carpet. I quickly got down on the carpet and rolled onto my stomach
and pushed myself down hard against the floor. The thick rough pile of the
carpet grabbed at my sticky wet cunt the way I hoped it would. I rubbed myself
and thrust myself against the floor with increasing urgency grinding my cunt and
my clit faster and harder against the floor. The thick woollen fingers of the
carpet were soon soaked in my juices and stuck to my cunt as I rocked backward
and foreword and from side to side.
The sensation of the rough carpet rubbing against my cunt and clit was enough to
make me cum, but it was the look on Michelle's face that pushed me over the
edge.
" Now Mistress ? Can I cum now..."
" Yes Lynne, you can cum now."
I came like that on the floor. At the peak of my orgasm I looked up and saw
Michelle watching me, watching me humping the floor like a dog on heat and it
made my orgasm even more intense. I grunted and screamed from the pleasure of my
orgasm and the humiliation of doing it in front of Michelle and David. I was
still panting and humping the floor when they got up off the lounge. It was an
orgasm over which I had absolutely no control.
" Alright, that's enough Lynne." I heard the Mistress say. I looked up and the
three of them were standing near the door looking down at me, but I couldn't
stop humping the floor.
" Christ she goes off." David looked at me as he said it.
" I said that's enough you little slut !" The Mistress said angrily and I forced
myself to roll onto my back, the last little ripples of my orgasm still running
through my body.
" Look what you've done Lynne." I heard Michelle say. I was still in a blissful
daze but I looked back up at her, she was staring at the floor;
I'd left a big wet patch on the carpet. They laughed at me, they laughed at the
stain I'd left on the carpet; and I loved the sound of them laughing at me.
The Mistress shut the door behind them and told me to get dressed and tidy
myself up in the bathroom while she made a call from a phone on the bar. When I
came out of the bathroom there was a young Asian woman in a maid's uniform on
her hands and knees cleaning the wet patch on the carpet. She sprayed some foam
on it and rubbed it with a cloth. We left the room with the woman still
scrubbing the stain out of the carpet that I'd left there.
" Feel better now you've got that out of your system ?" The Mistress said
sarcastically as she led me down the corridor by my leash.
" Yes thank you Mistress." I answered quietly.
" Good. I want you to take your mind off your dirty little cunt for ten minutes.
I want you to take in what happens here tonight. But you're still trying to
figure everything out aren't you Lynne. Where is this place; who are all the
people; where do they come from; where does all the money come from; how does
all this work ? But you don't need to know any of that. Do you understand ?"
" Yes Mistress." I understood but I couldn't help but wonder about all the
things she'd mentioned and so many other things as well; but I had to learn that
it wasn't my place to wonder about such things. They wanted to own my body and
my mind, a slave has no mind of her own. I knew that and I understood it; but
giving up your freedom, giving up the right to think for yourself is probably
the ultimate test; I knew I could do it, it was just a matter of time.
The auditorium was even more impressive than it appeared from the outside
looking in. The stage was lit with an intense bright white light and the pianos
were gone. A man in an expensive three piece suit was standing at a podium
welcoming everybody to the auction. The Masters and Mistress's were gathered in
a semi circle around the front of the stage waiting for the auction to begin;
some had slaves on leashes on the floor at their feet; some using them as
footrests.
A murmur of excitement ran around the room as the man on the stage said: " Lot 1
this evening is an 18 year old white woman named Ailene." Every eye in the room
turned towards a walkway where an Asian woman in a leather skirt and top and
high leather boots was leading Ailene towards the stage by her leash. Ailene
looked amazing in her school girl uniform. Once on stage the Asian woman
unclipped Ailene's leash and positioned her at the front of the stage. The
auctioneer went through Ailene's history as a slave and said: " The bidding will
start at one million dollars; do I have an opening bid?"
" Five million dollars." A mans voice from the other side of the room said, and
the room was abuzz with whispers and voices.
" Thank you . I have Five million dollars, do I have any other bids." But the
room stayed silent, just as Michelle had predicted. The sale was completed
quickly and Ailene taken down to her new owner. Her face was radiant; this
really is what she wanted, what she'd wanted for so long in her short life so
far.
There was nothing particularly exceptional about the next few women auctioned;
they reminded me a lot of me; and were all sold for around a half a million
dollars.
" Lot 6 tonight is a white woman named Therese." The auctioneer said as Therese
was led down the walkway toward the stage. The response from the Masters and
Mistress's was disinterested at best. She stood at the front of the stage in her
Leopard skin bra and panties while the auctioneer ran through her details.
Another wave of whispered voices ran around the room when he said she had been a
slave for 2 years and had had 8 previous owners.
" The bidding for Therese starts at One Hundred and Fifty Thousand Dollars. Do I
have One Hundred and Fifty Thousand Dollars. ?"
The room remained silent. " Ladies and Gentlemen I'm sure you'll agree that
Therese is quite an attractive woman. She's still quite young, she's very
experienced and extremely obedient. " As if on cue Therese stepped out of her
panties and took off her bra and turned to show the tattoos on her arse and
back. The tattoos created the first sign of interest from the people there to
buy. " Extremely obedient." The auctioneer said, drawing out his words to
emphasise his point.
" A slave must agree to be marked in any permanent way be it a brand or a
tattoo." The Mistress said to me in a soft voice. "The tattoos are about the
only thing she's got going for her after having so many owners in such a short
time." She added in a tone of ridicule.
" Look at the woman standing before you Ladies and Gentlemen." The auctioneer
continued in a low and deliberate voice. " Look at her body; but look also at
the markings she bears on her body; the markings of a truly submissive woman; a
woman who will give herself to you completely; a woman who would devote herself
to you; worship you. You have the opportunity to purchase her now."
I couldn't believe that there were still no bids for her. I could see some of
the Master's and Mistress's considering making a bid for her but none did.
Therese stood on the stage naked about to experience what must be the ultimate
humiliation for a woman who chose to be a slave.
" Last opportunity Ladies and Gentleman, do I have any bids ?"
The Mistress quietly raised her hand and gestured to the auctioneer.
" I have a bid of One Hundred and Fifty Thousand Dollars."
I looked at the Mistress, I didn't understand. There were no other bids and
Therese was led down to The Mistress and given Therese's leash. She knelt on
the floor at her feet. " Thank you for buying me Mistress. I'll do anything I
can to please you."
" There's nothing you could do to please me little slut. You were cheap so I
brought you as a present for my other slaves. You'll be their slave, their
little plaything. You'll be a slave for the slaves; you can't get any lower
than that and I doubt if you're even good enough for that. Here take her Lynne.
I don't want her anywhere near me. "
The Mistress passed me Therese's leash and she curled up on the floor at my
feet. The Mistress could be cruel at times but I had no idea she could be as
cold and cruel as she was to Therese; but I did like having hold of a woman's
leash with her curled up naked at my feet.
The auction continued and women were sold for as much as Seven Hundred and
Fifty Thousand dollars. Then the auctioneer said:
" Lot 14 tonight is named Kelly. She's 22 years old, has been a slave for 2
years and has had only the one owner." Bidding will start at half a million
dollars. "
An elegantly attractive woman to our right raised her finger and the auctioneer
acknowledged her bid. Another woman raised the bid to Six Hundred Thousand
Dollars, another woman bid Seven Hundred Thousand.
Kelly looked incredibly sexy as she stood at the front of the stage in her
little red Slave Girl outfit. It didn't surprise me that it was women who were
having a bidding war for her. Kelly's a very attractive young woman but there's
something about her that appeals more to women than to men. I'm not really sure
how to put it into words. Crudely put I suppose she just looks like a "Dyke". A
woman who really enjoys other women, but there's more to it than that.
The bidding reached Eight Hundred and Fifty Thousand Dollars when Kelly removed
her top to display her beautiful soft breasts, and a Million Dollars when she
removed her skirt and everyone could see the moist flesh of her shaved pussy.
" One Point One Million." I saw the look on Kelly's face when she heard the
man's voice; she didn't want a man to own her; she wanted to belong to a woman.
" One Point One Million Dollars the auctioneer said. " Do I have One Point Two
?" The room stayed silent. " One Point One Million Dollars once:
One Point One Million Dollars twice: Sold for One Point One Million Dollars"
Kelly was led down onto the floor to the man who had just bought her.
" Lot 15 tonight is a white woman named Rebecca. She's 27 has been a slave for 5
years and has had three owners. Bidding will start at Two Hundred and Fifty
Thousand Dollars." Rebecca had been led onto the stage and stood there as the
bidding for her went on around her. The initial bid of Two Hundred and Fifty
Thousand Dollars had been made quickly and the bidding had risen to Four Hundred
and Fifty Thousand Dollars when the auctioneer walked up to her and pulled at
the knot holding her little Red Slave Girl skirt around her waist and it fell
to the floor, then he pulled at the knot on the Scarf supporting her large
breasts and it too fell to the floor. The sight of Rebecca standing there with
gold rings in her nipples and clitoris brought on a new wave of bidding and she
was eventually sold to a hard faced, middle aged woman for Seven Hundred and
Ninety Thousand Dollars.
Twenty one women in all were sold that night. A young woman with shiny blonde
hair that fell all the way to the top of her cute little arse had fetched One
Point Eight Million. One woman towards the end of the auction had been led away
in tears when no one bid on her. Her name was Jenny and she was quite attractive
with shoulder length dark hair, a slim body, nice tits and arse but she was 42.
Even from where we were standing you could tell that she was wearing a lot of
make up. The auctioneer had tried hard to stir some interest in her from those
there to buy but the murmur that went around the room when he had said her age
was ominous even to me.
As I watched her being led away it made me wonder what would happen to her. What
happens to women like her when they're judged as too old, regardless of how good
they still looked. I was 32 already and I doubted I would look that good at 42.
What would happen to me then ?
After the auction we went back to The Mistress's private room. She made Therese
wait on the floor outside the door, still naked. When inside she instructed me
to make her a cup of coffee then sat on the lounge and instructed me to lie on
the floor in front of her; then to remove her shoes and massage her feet for
her.
" Do you still want to do this Lynne ?" She said softly.
" Yes Mistress. More than ever." I kissed her feet to try and show her that I
meant what I said.
" Very well. I'm not sure I want you as a slave yet; I'm not sure you have what
interests me Lynne, but we shall see. Tomorrow's Friday. you will be taken back
to your husbands house and you will stay with him until Sunday. You will be of
no use to anyone for a few days during next week so you'll be sent away for a
while. When you come back I'll decide whether I want you or not." She paused for
a moment and took a sip on her coffee.
" You don't understand why I bought Therese do you ? "
" No Mistress." I answered softly as I gently massaged her feet. " You said she
was boring; you said she had so many owners because she was a boring slave."
" You saw the markings on her body. She's a woman who will do anything for her
owner; being a slave is instinctive for her; that's the sort of woman that
interests me. She's not a boring slave; she's a slave who has had boring owners.
People who haven't made full use of her." I didn't really understand but I
didn't say any more.
" What will happen to that woman that no one bid on Mistress ?"
" Eventually every woman reaches a point where they're simply too old to be of
any interest. If you commit yourself to this life, it will happen to you one day
Lynne. Personally I think Jenny has a few more years of service left in her yet,
but 40 is generally regarded as a slaves use by date." She hadn't answered my
question but the conversation ended there. Kenneth came into the room and took
me out to the van.
There were so many thoughts spinning around in my head. At times it was hard to
believe that all this was really happening. Slaves, Mistress's, auctions,
dungeons, The Society. The whole thing was just too unbelievable. People just
don't do this; people don't really act like this and live like this; but I was;
so were all those people at the Auction; and all the others I'd met in the past
three weeks.
I remembered what Cherie had said: " Stop trying to figure everything out." She
was right. It didn't make any sense and made less sense the more I thought about
it. There are no answers.
Kenneth dropped me off at my house, what used to be my house. They'd left one of
my old dresses and my handbag in the van and I'd changed on the trip home; but
it didn't feel like home anymore as I unlocked the door and walked inside. It
was the home I'd shared with my husband for 4 years; but it wasn't my home
anymore. My home now was a cage in the Mistress's house in a room where the
women who want to be slaves are kept.
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