The Sale - F/F B/d.

The Sale.

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.

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