It started when I was at the bar. I started talking to a woman named Jane. She was 5'10", 125 pounds, brunette ( i have a
thing for brunettes) with green eyes. She was fully figured as well. We went back to my place for a night of excitement.
I woke up to a putrid smell. I tried to move but was tied to the bed! Jane had a rag over my mouth and nose and everything was slowly getting blacker.
When I woke up, I was not in my apartment and in the dark. A light came on suddenly. I was wearing straps of leather that went across my waist, chest, thighs, ankles, wrists and
neck. There was a strap going from the neck to the wast and then split to the thigh straps. Each hand had a cuff with the other part attached around the back of my legs to my ball sac. If I moved, it would tug on my scrotum to deliver a short painful pang until I relaxed my
hand. I had a small dildo strapped as a gag into my mouth so I could not scream. As I tried to move about, I felt the tug of a shackle on my ankle that was attached to the center of the small room I was held in. There was a door, with a speaker above it, and a wall made form a 2 way mirror.
A woman wearing only leather pants, a bustier and knee high patent leather boots entered
with a small paddle. She smacked my ass and said "Turn around!".
As I was turning, numbers were beingn called over the speakers. She slapped my face and told me to stop.
Then she slapped my cock and said "spread your legs and bend over with your back to the mirror and look at the mirror
when you bend over!"
I had winced and did as she said to avoid any further pain.
The numbers continued to climb and I realized that I was being sold!!
When the number finally stopped around $30 an the auctioneer called the number 502. The
woman hooked a leash to my collar and lead me to another cell that she called "The holding
cell". She placed the last number called on the front of my cell. There were other men and women in other cells all with the same thing on.
A few minutes later, a woman came holding a sign with 502 on it. She was tall, about 6'2" and a brunette as well. Her eyes were dark brown and she seemed
about 130 pounds and about 28 years old.
As She looked me up and down, I felt my cock rising. She smirked and said "We will have to train you better".
She had the handler attach her leash to my collar and I was lead to a waiting limo. In the limo, there were rings where I was seated. The ankle straps were fastened to the
floor and the waist strap fastened to the seat.
Once we were on our way she said "You will address me as Mistress. You are to follow my
instructions or you will be punished."
She released one of my hands and fastened it to the ring next to her side. She then did the
other hand to the other side. She then took off my dildo gag.
She then unhooked my waist bindings and spread her legs as she leaned back. "Go!" she said
I stared in bewilderment for a few minutes at what was happening. She reached forward,
grabbed my balls and squeezed. I doubled over in pain.
"This is for not obeying me!"
As I was doubled over, she grabbed my head and brought my face to her pussy. It had a musky smell. I started kissing her thighs and around the lips. I stuck my tongue
inside the lips and found her clitoris. I ran my tongue over it and circled it as she
moaned a little. My tongue probed her pussy and lapped up the flowing juices. She pushed
on my head as I felt her climax.
She lifted me up and said "Good my little slave. You will make a fine slave for the group."