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Chapter Auction

Jim

I had another quiet morning free in simple cock bondage and casual clothes. I was allowed out and encouraged to play golf. Beth was there also and we shared a cart. She is a very good golfer and beat me easily. We talked of many things and I learned some of the life of a celebrity and she learned about the joy of sailing.

After an informal lunch where we were all present it was back to the rooms for preparation for the next event. I was serviced and dressed in the uniform of a roman general. Just like the movies, with an elaborate leather chest piece and short skirt of leather strips and roman sandals that have gold work up the front of the leg.

I was led back into a stage area and seated there were Hans, Gretchen and the older women who I had met in the hall. She had been transformed, as she was exquisitely dressed in very tasteful afternoon clothing. She had perfect hair, and was fashion perfect with accessories like bag, belt, and gloves and large but understated jewelry.

Amanda came on stage with a whip and announced that the auction would begin shortly. We picked up a folder with our names on it and read our roles we would have for this act of our play. Comments to make, how much to bid, and whom we would buy.

Jane

We were nude and had been made up all over. Those of us who have done Playboy knew the routine and we thought that maybe some kind of photos would be taken. Our hair was down and as long and simply straight as possible. Amanda arrived with gold collars that were locked on our necks. Taking a lead, we followed her to a holding area. She left and then soon returned. She brought out a pair of thumb cuffs that were attached to Tess's thumbs and then fastened behind the back of her neck so that she was standing with her hands seemingly clasped behind her neck and hidden by her hair. Leaving the three of us chained to a pillar, Tess was led away.

Tess

I was led out on to a stage and was looking into bright lights. There were people there and an announcer began. “Afternoon slave auction, lot number one.” While I was adjusting to that idea the announcer continued listing many personal descriptions, Height, weight, sizes of everything, including the diameter of my breasts, the thickness of my nipples, the maximum depth of my pussy, and on and on. Next came a detailed description of my libido. The final section of my introduction was a description of possible slave positions that I might fill. My natural pride leaped forward and was struck down by such jobs as draft pony for plow work, milk cow, breeder and domestic servant. My conscious mind reacted to it all; my sexual self loved every second.

The bidding process began with demands that I turn and display every part of my anatomy. Measurements were challenged and retaken as proof. The bidding was spirited and I was purchased by a male voice that claimed I was good dairy stock. Once sold I was led to a holding area where my hands were released and I was chained where I could watch the next item up for bid.

Jane

Amanda came and I was fitted and led out. I had a similar auction experience to Tess. The description was long and the suggested uses were punishment slave, galley slave, and galley whip master. All of those were working on me and my female owner announced that she had purchased me for the galley, but left the role open. I spent the rest of the auction contemplating the joys of each role.

Ruth

My auction was announced as a “citizen of Rome” and “fine barbarian bitch newly captured in the wars with the Huns”. I was forced of demonstrate how large a phallic I could take in my mouth and the length and dexterity of my tongue. I was purchased by General Maximus and was very pleased with the way that Amanda had worked my fantasy into the week.

Beth

I was last and had fun showing off my body for the bidders. I really camped it up. When I was sold I finally heard an older but dignified female voice say, “Fit her as a bitch”. I wasn't sure what she meant but the meaning was clear after Amanda fitted me. I was in leather leg coverings that bent my calves back to my thighs with padded knees. Paw booties were put on my hands and a restraining system that went from hand to knees making sure I could not reach up too high with my hands.

My new owners arrived and clipped a leash to my collar. Bitch meant dog. “Heel” she said and I was crawling along at her side. Once in my first session with Mistress Amanda I admitted to a dog fantasy, I was not currently sure I was happy with that admission, but I was going to play the role so it was doggy barks, whines and pants if only for a while.

As we moved along I got a little look at my owner. It was an older women but boy was she well dressed. Her handbag was over $10K and I recognized the shoes from a French custom designer. She had on some jewelry and I realized I was looking at the biggest opal broach I had ever seen. The hem of her skirt and the material were perfect and of a very fine mohair or something even better. It dawned on me that my owner probably could afford me and might have the power to see that I remained her slave.

We entered a large living room and she called, “Maurice come see what I have purchased for you.” So I was gong to be a plaything for her male friend. I was shocked when Maurice came towards me, went around behind and sniffed my cunt. You see Maurice was a beautifully and formally groomed full sized male poodle, white with those big puffs of hair. Maurice continued to sniff while my owner encouraged him with words of praise and direction. She wanted the dog to fuck me! Maurice to my relief did not seem inclined and came around front and was licking my face in a friendly way, welcome to doggy life.

“I was afraid of that, he's getting old just like me. Oh well, I do have another use for you“ she said while indicating her crotch with an alligator leather gloved hand.” Was I going to have to lick out this old woman?

Mrs. Westover

It had been such fun to work over Beth's mind. Amanda had given me all of the keys and you could watch her reaction by skin color and tone. Maurice did like to use women and once a month I sent him out to a call girl who seemed to like the experience. I had something else in mind, however, for this lovely young body that was now mine.