Sold by Golffdude45@aol.com
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Sold
It started as little more than an embarrassing fantasy. My husband of nearly ten
years and I were watching TV one evening. Our two kids, ages 8 and 6, and were
already off to bed and sound asleep for the evening. It was one of those cop
shows that have become so popular of late. Well, the theme for the episode was
some sort of bondage event... He commented about being tied up and I countered
with some flip comment or another. Dan, my husband, disappeared into the garage
during the next commercial segment. I thought nothing of it. A few minutes later
he reappeared with a roll of duct tape and a length of nylon cord. I laughed and
asked just exactly what he thought he was going to do with that stuff.
"Tie you up! Now get naked, woman." And with that he went into the kitchen.
"Yeah, right!" I grunted in disbelief. He returned with a metal folding chair,
which he placed next to the couch and in front of the TV.
"What's this? You don't believe me? Now get naked."
I giggled, stood and laid my clothes neatly on the couch next to where I had
been sitting. The chill of cool night air puckered my nipples.
"Sit here." He pointed towards the folding chair. I sat. The metal was cold
against my bare skin. "Get comfy." And with that he ripped out a length of
shinny silver duct tape. With two quick wraps my left ankle was secured to the
metal leg. And in another second the other ankle was done too. I fidgeted about
and was very surprised at how immobile I had become. My thighs tingled. I
flushed with a bit of embarrassment at my own reactions. Dan looped the rope
about my thigh just below my twat and tugged the flesh outwards from my groin.
Then under the chair and around the opposite thigh, tugging the flesh about my
pussy into an open area. My pussy rushed warm. Beads of moisture forming on the
labia. I blushed again. My elbows were tied to the back of the chair. A wrap or
two about the tummy and I was secured to the chair. Moisture dribbled from my
exposed twat. He taped my left wrist to my thigh.
" Now stick your two middle fingers into you pussy." I was sopping so that was
easy enough... and a bit welcomed too. Dan taped my index finger to the inside
of my thigh and my little finger to the other thigh. My fingers were fixed upon
my twat. So I diddled while he played. With a wash cloth to the back of my head
and one, two, three wraps of tape around the circumference I was quite mute. I
was nearing a quiet orgasm as Dan looped a slipknot around my left breast and
tugged it tight. The surprise and instance of pain shooting through my chest
triggered an instant orgasm... and not as small as I had hoped for either. Dan
lassoed the other breast as my insides shook. He looped the rope several times
about each breast tugging firmly. Well, I was finished shaking... and my breasts
were well separated. The last bit of rope he wrapped around my chest... over and
across my nipples and cinched tight, cutting my protruding breasts in half. I
tried to yelp in pain but all I could do was a muffled grunt. With another too
tight a wrap he tied off the rope. I was diddling again... and focussing upon
the building pressure in my tits. The TV show ended about the same time as Dan's
rope tricks.
"Good night, My Love."
My eyes bulged wide.
"NO!" I wanted to scream... but I only grunted. The lights went out. Dan left. I
sat and diddled my pussy... Most all night I diddled. Dan fetched me to bed
about 3 AM.
Anyway, I spend most Saturday nights tied up here or there. And for my birthday
that year I received a tennis bracelet, a card, and a "Bill of Sale" with the
following note-
My Dear Wife: You have been "SOLD" into "BONDAGE" for a period of ten days. The
money received from this sale was used to purchase your tennis bracelet. At some
time unknown to me during the next six months you will be "abducted." Your
abductors will inform you that your servitude is about to commence. Neither you
nor I will know where or when. You will go then and there, and be returned to me
in ten days substantially unharmed. I do hope that you enjoy yourself!
Happy Birthday, Dan
"What exactly does sold mean - and exactly to whom?!" The tennis bracelet was
gorgeous. I was thrilled. But the Bill of Sale and note left a hollow tightening
feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"Well, I know how much you like being tied up and all. And one day while poking
around on the Internet looking for ideas I came across this ad for a Bondage
service. They buy women at $50 a day for services rendered. You determine how
many days of servitude and they pay you in cash in advance. The bracelet was
just over $750. I thought it might be fun, so I sold you for $500.00."
"But what if I don't like being "SOLD"? And did you check to see exactly what
this "servitude" might involve?"
"Yes, actually I did some checking. They have a list of references, which I
called. They are very secretive about the specifics. But everyone I called said
they got what they paid for, and their wives were returned substantially
unharmed as agreed. Some of the references were husband and wives, and some were
just single women. So I felt comfortable about your safety."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Then all we have to do is refund the money by the end of the week."
"And the bracelet?"
"Well, I don't see that we can do that without the cash advance."
"Why didn't you ask me first?!"
"Would you have agreed to being "sold"?"
"No. Well, maybe..."
"And that would have ruined the surprise too, would it not?"
"But what if they ask me to do something I don't want to do?"
"Then tell them no... I don't think it will help much... but now's the time to
decide."
"And why is that?"
"Because we both have to sign a release and E-mail it back. There is no contract
without the release. And once it is sent back... well, you will be "sold.".. and
must do the ten days within the next six months."
The more we talked about it the more I warmed up to it. It might be fun. I was
actually getting a bit turned on by the idea. "And you have no idea where or
when?"
"None."
"And will they notify you in advance so we can plan a week or so before?"
"From what I understand, no. You will just be abducted one day. And in ten days
I will receive a message about where to pick you up."
"That sounds a bit spooky."
"The whole things seems a bit medieval. A bit Marquis de Sade-like... Yet fun
too." And with that he signed his name to the release. Then pushed the paper in
front of me. I looked at him a long moment, then signed the paper. I was still
very uneasy about the whole thing.
Dan stood the paper in his hand. "Now we e-mail this to them."
He walked to the computer, turned it on, lifted the scanner lid, laid the
document on the glass... I sat mesmerized. The computer blinked, clicked, and
whirred to life. Dan did not look back. He sat to the computer and began to
type. I could see the screen clearly from where I sat. The computer dial
on-line. And with a bit more clicking and buzzing the screen flashed a large red
Hello, and nothing else. Dan hit the send button. My heart skipped a dozen or so
beats. Then the screen flashed and a very large red bold print SOLD appeared
across the screen. Fear shot through my whole body. I had been sold - and I
didn't even know who the buyer was! I starred dumb founded at the screen. It was
"I" that was sold. Dan shut the computer off. I sat motionless, frozen in time.
"You okay?" Dan asked.
"No..." I said quietly. "I was just bought and sold over the Internet. Can I
change my mind?"
"Not from what I know about this."
"Any idea when they, whoever they are, will show up to claim their purchase." I
felt sick, filled with dread.
"None at all."
I rubbed the bracelet around my wrist. There is no way to prevent what you
cannot find out. Those next days and weeks were filled with fear, expecting to
be kid-napped by unknown monsters at any moment. A month passed. Life moved
along without event or interruptions. I all but forgot about the sale by the end
of the second month. And by the passing of the third month I, we both, just
assumed the best dismissing the event as some strange bonus to us. I loved the
bracelet!
