It's just a game for Barbara
Barbara and her husband, Jack, enjoyed a little exhibitionism, which had grown ever more adventurous, to the point where they were caught making out in a park. At least they hadn't been prosecuted. Though from then on the adventures, as they called them, were toned down. In turn their sex life returned to the boring duty it had been. They both agreed to join a club with like minded people, where they could indulge their fantasies.
Jack suggested she enter an auction at the club, to be held in a few weeks time. Barbara giggled thinking he was joking.
'Look, it's right here in this forum. It would be a good way to introduce ourselves,' Roger suggested.
She read through the blurb establishing it wasn't a joke, or just a fantasy evening.
'Jack! This is a serious auction, not just a game,' she scolded him. 'It's not even at the club, they're just mentioning it,' she added.
'If you bothered to look, there's a safe way to go about it, for fun,' he enthused.
'Well, I'm not so sure,' she hesitantly replied.
'Read that bit there. Some of the club members join in,' he encouraged. 'Besides, how can anyone really be a slave today. If you didn't like your master, you'd just get a taxi home,' he said.
'Oh! Right! So you do intend auctioning me off to a stranger,' she teased.
He just sighed and stood up from the computer.
'All I ask is that you give me the taxi fare. Just don't expect me home for a few days. I'll need to give the guy a chance to satisfy me,' she smirked.
Barbara sat at the screen to read through the details.
True enough, it was possible to enter the auction safely. An option on the conditions specified the male or female slave could be reserved exclusively for a certain buyer. They would be entered in the auction, bided upon by anyone, only to be finally purchased by the seller. Probably a husband, lover, or friend.
'Besides, it doesn't matter how high the bidding goes, we'll get the money back from the sale,' he pointed out.
Less the commission she thought. Not believing he would bother with all the planning this involved, she agreed to consider it.
***
While he was at work Barbara looked through the rules, and figured it was a possibility. Although anyone could and would be biding, only the nominated person could ultimately win. She liked the idea of experiencing a no risk thrill. The men bidding on her wouldn't know it was her husband taking her home as his slave.
She imagined parading around, scantily clad, with strangers lusting after her. The thought of men bidding on her, wanting her as their sex slave, was thrilling. Jack would be taking her home, but she would tell him to pretend to be her new master. He'd like that, her serving him as a sex slave for a whole weekend.
At the club there was a painting set in Roman times, of a girl being auctioned. The image made her hot. What in hell would she feel like parading her near naked body before strangers? She'd have to be careful or she might orgasm in front of them all.
An overactive imagination spurred her on to consider the idea. The men wouldn't just be ogling her body, like those times in the park. They would be bidding upon her, with the lucky one able to take her. Oh! God! A master could do whatever he liked with her.
Barbara doubted she would look so demure and downtrodden as the Roman slave-girl. She was more likely to be excited and lead them on. That might spoil the atmosphere for her, so maybe she should try to act the part, by thinking of herself as a poor slave-girl. What would it be like to lose her freedom, and have to pander to a man's whims?
Sitting before the computer screen she burst out laughing. 'I hope the man that wins me has plenty of whims, or he'll be in trouble.'
A hand dropped between her legs as she imagined the moment on stage. Being put up for auction by her husband, for a stranger to purchase and use. It was a humiliating notion. Experiencing it would be electrifying, and so very stimulating, as she was already finding. She was lost in a fantasy, unable to fathom whether it was the humiliation, or exhibitionism that was the most enthralling.
It was her husband's idea, so she let him work hard at persuading her over the next few weeks. A weekend away at a health spa, gold jewellery, and the extra pampering, were a delight. While he was at the office she worked out hard at the gym, with an added incentive to tone her body.
It wasn't just her improved shape that invigorated their romantic evenings. They were both fantasising excitedly, over the prospect of entering a real slave auction.
Jack was proud of his wife. She had an hour-glass figure and a pretty face. At thirty-five he was lucky to have such a young attractive wife. He thought it was his idea to try exhibitionist adventures, and was pleased that she agreed. It gave him a thrill to see other men lust over her.
She was already getting into the spirit of things, by calling him, Sir, then recently she called him master. A new demure attitude was quite a surprise to him, as she was usually so independent and assured.
The day before applications had to be in, Barbara agreed to fill in the on-line forms, knowing he hated details. She was now officially an object, ready for auction! The thought of it left her a little frightened, yet energized with anticipation.
There were three days before the auction, and each one of the nights since filling in the application, had been terrifically passionate. From just thinking about it Barbara became worked up. Once purchased, she would be his slave, having to obey his every command. At least until the novelty wore off, or he pushed her too far.
That was the deal, and they both knew she would honour it. Barbara had a fixation about honouring a commitment, though it was more than that. She had been willingly playing at being his slave girl, since before completing the registration document. When purchased, after parading before bidding strangers, she would become so worked up, their weekend would be the sexiest ever.
Jack couldn't wait. She was already doing a good job, tiring him out from an over excited libido.
Two days to go, and she was nervous as hell.
Hearing the car pull into the drive, she shrugged off the respectable housecoat, to greet him wearing a new set of underwear. She wore a tiny bra and panty set, together with a suspender belt, holding sheer stockings. Her slim figure, with long limbs suited the set. She looked like Bambi, the way she was squatting on her knees, looking up at him with large expectant eyes.
'My master is home, how may your slave serve her master,' Barbara beamed up at him.
For just a second the weariness of work, meant it caught him off balance. About to smile with pleasure at such a sexy greeting, he instead grimaced. A few days ago he would have jumped the beautiful woman, wife or not. Over the past few days she had been so demanding, he was flagging.
'Is there something wrong, master? Is your slave unsatisfactory?' she asked, looking concerned.
She had certainly practised the role, as she had all day to think of nothing else, while he juggled boring figures all day. Although worn out, he was quick to think of a ploy that would suit them both. He needed to slow her down, as well as exorcise bad feelings brought home from work.
'Bad slave-girl!' he angrily spoke.
He surprised them both, with the sharpness of tone. He watched his wife hang her head in confusion, and with disappointment.
'Crawl over here,' he firmly demanded, not giving her a chance to get out of character.
'You've been a bad slave-girl, and need to be punished,' he teased.
He was calming down, so had to bring a pretended anger to his voice. At least she wasn't looking at him, otherwise he might have burst out laughing.
'Over your master's knee,' he directed.
The back of the panties were see through, showing off a well rounded bottom. He had thought of tanning her backside before, only he knew full well she would refuse such an indignity. He watched her reluctantly assume the position, slowly manoeuvring into place.
Barbara was fighting the urge to submit, and losing. It was a surprise to find she was reacting to his anger, even if it was put on. She just couldn't help doing as she was told, from being so worked up. All day she had fantasised about the auction, inflaming her passion, until it was out of control.
Jack bared her bottom, was tempted by it, and wanted to drag out the scintillating moment.
'Your master might have brought someone home, and there his slave was, half naked, showing off her ass to anyone walking in. Can you imagine that, slave-girl?' he asked, with a grin on his face.
Barbara could see a close up of the carpet, only it was out of focus as she imagined the scene he had conjured up. They had played naughty games, showing off her body while away from home, and even in their back yard. She imagined one of his co-workers walking in, seeing her half naked, and prostrate at her husband's feet.
A shudder of passion ran through her tummy. She was already wet, had been all day; so much so it forced her to change panties a couple of times. Now she was flowing, anticipating being spanked, imagining someone was there witnessing her disgrace.
