After the second slave had passed beyond the curtain Emma asked Lilly. “What’s it like to be a sexual slave? I mean you said you choose this life, so what is it like?”
Lilly looked off in the distance and then slowly answered. “It’s hard to describe until you do it, but to me it is a kind of blissful freedom.” She swiveled her head to look at Emma and continued. “Yeah, I know freedom and slave are not often used together. But you never have to worry about keeping up with your neighbors, accumulating possessions, making a living or paying bills. You only must look beautiful for and make your master happy.”
“It’s a simple life full of joy, happiness, and bliss. With a good master you will know bliss like you have never known before, you will discover feelings and passions you never knew existed. The more you please you master the greater the heights of passion you will both achieve. If you have a good Master and obey him you will never have heart ache or pain.”
However, if you get a bad master he will abuse you, give you to others and beat you just because he can. That is why it is important to present yourself well up on the stage… so you capture the eyes of the good ones, the master’s that will make your life heaven on earth.” She concluded.
Emma listened to Lilly and wondered if she was crazy or brain washed. Being a slave was certainly not what someone aspired to be and she had painted this idyllic life full of love and passion. Emma had pictured whips and chains, certainly not love and crazy, wonderful eroticism. Now she was really confused, what kind of future awaits her?
Then she thought back to Steve. The life Lilly had described was the life she and Steve had before she pushed him into setting her up for this slave auction. She wondered who would buy her and what they would demand for their weekend together. Steve intruded in her thoughts and she was really beginning to think this was a really bad idea.
Emma looked over at Lilly and queried, “So why are you here and how did you mess up?”
“There were times my master couldn’t make me climax and I faked orgasms. That is lying and lying is one of the most unforgivable things that a slave can do. Since I lied, my Master couldn’t trust me anymore and I had to be sold.” Tears began to stream down her cheeks as she concluded, “I loved him so much and I ruined everything when I lied.”
Emma could see the heartache and anguish in Lilly’s eyes. Her master had given her everything she wanted and hoped for and she had betrayed his trust. It seemed like a small thing faking an orgasm to show that she loved him, but it was still lying and he couldn’t abide lying. Before either could say anything the second slave rolled back through the curtain and it was Lilly’s turn.
Lilly looked at Emma and sadly forced a smile just before bouncers grabbed her and put her on the cart. They made her ready and soon she was on the way through the curtain. Once again Emma heard rips of fabric, the sound of assaults against flesh, Lilly’s screams of pain and ecstasy. Her mind’s eye visualized what the audience was seeing, that was Lilly naked, writhing, with rapture showing on her face.
All too soon she was back through the curtain, with tears streaming down her face. Her face had a kind of euphoric glow and through her tears she choked saying, “Master bought me again, he loves me.”
Lilly’s relief and loving gratification brought a lump to Emma’s throat with her eyes starting to mist. She was so happy for her and wanted to share in her delight at having been bought again by the master she loved. Before she could rejoice in Lilly’s happiness she was being lifted and placed in the cart. She lost sight of Lilly as the lights on the X were turned on and she began to move towards the curtain.
Nervous anxiety hit her square in the face, along with panic and a thousand other emotions as the curtain approached. She found herself gasping for breath, but still couldn’t seem to get enough air in her lungs. Her head was spinning with her eyes darting to and fro looking for something to calm her anxiety. If she hadn’t been bound, she didn’t know what she would have done, but she started this and now she had to go through with it. She knew her life was about to change, but would it be good or bad, she didn’t know and was scared to find out.
As the curtain parted Emma saw a huge crowd massed before her. There were three rows of tables in front of the stage and at least six laptops with WebCams on each table. Obviously, these were the rich recluses that chose to participate anonymously. There was a delegate behind each laptop and many of these were the people she had met on the balcony. Remote users were not something Emma had thought about and the auction appeared to be very popular.
Beyond the tables were masses of people sitting on chairs or couches continuing further and further back until they faded into the darkness. The lights from the stage lit only about half the audience and Emma visualized hundreds more watching her that she couldn’t see. The balcony was the same with people lined along the balcony in chairs and couches and people standing behind them. As her eyes darted along the crowd, she noticed her image on Jumbotrons located on each side of the club.
Emma’s scrutiny of the crowd was short-lived as Steve stepped in front of her. She released the breath she didn’t realize she was holding as she looked into his expectant face. Based on what Lilly said she figured Steve must be her sponsor. He reached out and caressed her face lightly and almost lovingly as he said.
“My God Emma, you really are incredibly beautiful. With that haircut, makeup and dress, you are the most gorgeous as well as the hottest woman I have ever seen. If you hadn’t demanded this auction, I would keep you for myself and never let you leave my bed.”
She squirmed within her bonds and smiled at him with tears of joy pooling in her eyes. He loved her, stood by her, helped her fulfill her fantasies including unbelievable sex and she knew that she loved him. So why was she doing this?
As her eyes started to cloud with tears she chokingly said. “I know I asked for this, but you are selling me into slavery for real and betraying all my trust. How could you do this?” She choked and then whispered, “How could you do this?”
Steve didn’t answer, just gazed wistfully as his eyes roamed over her bound and craftily presented body. He watched as tears trickled down her cheek. She said this is what she wanted and he knew that he needed to make it as realistic as possible. He sorrowfully shook his head and then turned to the audience saying. Before she could stifle her thoughts the lights in the club dimmed and spotlights highlighted her delicious form.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have saved the best for last. This young woman, as you can plainly see, is an incredibly stunning and beautiful woman, but she is much more than that. She is new to this scene and until recently had never experienced any of what this life has to offer. However, her last performance convinced me and those of you that saw it, that she is a natural submissive. She is foremost a reluctant, but enchanting exhibitionist and she needs bondage to release her inner fire. With the right training and the right master, she can become the most amazing submissive any of us have ever seen.”
He looked out into the audience and ask, “So are any of you man enough… or woman enough to take on the training of the most spectacular submissive I’ve ever seen? If you are she will fulfill your every fantasy. Most of you know my reputation and I can easily say this woman is like none I have ever brought before you. She is special and demands special treatment and a special price. However, there is one caveat, this beauty belongs to me and the sale will only be for a long weekend, four days. Then she will be returned to me.”
Steve turned to look into Emma’s eyes and tears of joy were pooling in her eyes. She had misinterpreted the auction and he was not selling her to someone else. He was only trying to fulfill her fantasy, his look told her that he loved her, and wanted her as his submissive forever.
He continued to stare back into the crowd for several heartbeats and then said, “Ok let’s see what we have.”
Emma’s eyes were moving from face to face, feeling their eyes pour their lust, passion and desire into her. She once again felt that craving fluttering in her belly, that throbbing hunger awakening her body and making everything feel sexually intense. She knew what was coming and part of it horrified her; however, the red-hot searing excitement overruled all common sense. She looked Steve in the eye, defiantly telling him to do his worst.
Steve gave a crooked smile that told her he was going to enjoy this, but there was also a tinge of regret and reluctance. He stepped to the side so that Emma was fully exposed to the audience and he slowly caressed over her hip, across her taut, flat belly, finally cradling her left breast in his hand. Emma tried to look defiant as his hand seductively caressed her already sexually charged form. Slowly his hand caressed more of her leaving erotic tremors in its wake. However, passionate goose bumps erupted on the newly exposed skin showing her true feelings and true desires.
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