This is not like my usual stories. A friend called Sam has provided a lot of the wording and wanted me to publish it in my name after I rewrote it, so thanks to Sam.
I'd made friends with a couple of gay guys, Ron and Patrick. I'm not really into the gay scene myself, though I do like to wear women's clothes in the privacy of my flat. No-one knew about my fetish, I was embarrassed about it, to be honest, but I reckoned that it would make me a bit happier about it if at least one or two of my friends had seen me dressed up. Anyway, one Saturday night we were touring the bars in Blackpool where I live. They'd heard about "Funny Girls" but had never been there. I'd persuaded them that they'd enjoy it.
"Don't worry, you won't feel out of place. You'll find there's a good mixed group of people there, gay and straight. Women go because they feel safe. All the bouncers are women dressed as men. The bar staff are men dressed as women. The entertainment is very risqué."
"What do you mean risqué?" Patrick says.
"You'll find out. It's done very professionally."
We all enjoy a good night and they particularly like the entertainment. There's a man going around with flyers and I take one. It's about a charity auction for slaves and I show it to my pals.
"I bet you ten quid you'd be far too scared to do anything like that. It's only for the weekend. You could go dressed as a maid, I can tell you're into that aren't you?" Ron says.
"Well, yeah, I am, but you're right, I am too scared."
They both look at me and can see I'm considering it.
"Go on mate, have a go." Patrick says. "I'll raise the stakes and give you another £20 if you do it. I'd love to see you dressed up as a maid."
How about if you two bid for me? I'd be safe if it was you buying me. And I'd give you your money back afterwards, less the ten per cent for the charity. It might be a bit of a laugh."
Ron and Patrick look at each other and nod. "Okay," says Ron. "But what happens if the bidding goes above what we've taken with us?"
"I'll bring some extra cash with me, just in case."
I buy the maid's outfit from Amazon. It arrives the week before the auction. It fits me perfectly. I'm all dressed and ready when Ron picks me up in his car on auction day.
My friends are impressed with my appearance.
There's quite a crowd in the pub on the Saturday afternoon where it's taking place and I begin to feel nervous. Ron and Patrick are laughing at a middle aged short, fat woman sitting on the front row. She looks out of place and is wearing a stern expression. There are quite a few others 'up for sale'. I'm well down the list so I tell my friends they can go outside for a smoke.
I'm taken into a back room and sit down with the others to await our fate. Some have done it before and they tell me what happened last year; one spent the weekend in bondage being whipped. Another was spanked and one said sex toys were used on him. Another said his penis was tortured and he was raped to the point where he was bleeding. I'm glad to have the arrangement with Ron and Patrick. Suddenly a man tells me I have to go out on the stage, the first one to be sold. I protest but he fixes a collar round my neck with the word "Slave" on it, takes my arm and drags me out in front of the crowd amid clapping, cheering and cat calls. All I can do is stand there hoping my mates are back inside.
Bids are being made. I seem to be popular. To my horror Ron and Patrick are nowhere to be seen. Finally, I am sold for £100 to the small woman that my friends were laughing at.
She comes back stage for me and attaches a leash to the collar. She drags me after her through the crowd out front amid much cheering and laughing. Outside in front of the pub I see my friends still smoking. They look shocked and approach us.
"Give me your handbag." The woman says sharply. "You won't be needing that. Take your front door key off your key ring and put your other keys in the bag. I assume these are your friends? He'll be taken back to his house at 7pm on Sunday," she explains. I do as instructed, and she hands the bag to Patrick.
"Some friends you turned out to be." I say, angrily. (Probably not their fault in reality.)
The woman slaps me hard across the face, pulls on the leash and drags me into her car. I'm becoming increasingly worried. What have I got myself into? Why is my cock so hard?"
She blindfolds me and explains that she doesn't want me to know where she lives. As if that isn't enough, I'm fitted with earplugs and a rubber hood and made to lay on the floor. The drive took forever. We finally stop and she helps me up and out of the car. Once we are inside the house she removes the hood, blindfold and ear plugs and then uses police handcuffs on my wrists behind my back.
"Stand there, don't move or there'll be trouble." She says.
I watch her leave the room. I hear doors opening and what sounds like chains and metallic noises. She's saying something to someone else and I'm scared. I hear two sets of footsteps. She returns with another woman following her, her head is bowed.
"I am Betty and this is my lover Ann. You will call me Mistress. Ann, this maid is my personal slave for the rest of the weekend, she will work with you to clean the house properly. Is that understood Ann?"
Ann nods her head. "Yes Mistress."
"Turn around and bend over the table. Show my slave what happens when you don't do as you're told. Drop your panties to the floor."
Ann slips out of her panties, bends over and lifts her skirt to show me her bare bottom. I can see the tell-tale signs of the cane and it looks nasty. I imagine what it would be like. I would be crying for hours and wouldn't be able to sit for week.
Mistress explains that she will punish me and Ann will be punished for her behaviour and mine.
"So, Ann, you had better keep a close eye on the maid."
"Mistress, I need to go to the bathroom."
I get another hard slap across the face.
