The online ad intrigued her. Eileen found herself coming back to it again and again. It offered the sale of submissive contracts. Since slavery was illegal and such contracts were basically unenforceable, she wondered exactly what one would get from such a purchase. She had been alone for a long time. The idea of a submissive male to cater to her and pleasure her made her wonder if she had the strength to be a dominant, to command a strong man to her will. And could she inflict punishment? She was not cruel by nature and the thought of deliberately hurting someone did not especially please her. Still, having a submissive man was intriguing.
She had several acquaintances in the D/s culture. She asked to be taken to the sale. She was open with her acquaintances. She was curious. She was seriously considering a sub, but was not sure she would actually...acquire one at this sale. She agreed to be blindfolded for the trip to the sale and allowed the search of her purse and her person to make sure she did not have any recording devices or cameras. The paranoia amused her. Yet, she could understand it. Tolerance only went so far in the mainstream of society. The truly different were not welcome.
The sale was held in a secluded, private house. The prospective buyers were shown to comfortable chairs and offered refreshments. A catalog of contracts was given to each of them. She was not interested in the females. Her tastes were completely heterosexual and there was no allure to having a female submissive.
The submissives were led in. All were nude and shackled. The buyers were encouraged to examine them closely. She matched the contract listings to the men before her. All were strong looking, handsome men of all races and sizes. Tall, short, thin, muscular. Most of them kept their eyes down, only watching from the corners of their eyes. Many bore evidence of punishment. Some had bruises. A few had an occasional scar. Her occasional question was answered with appropriate meekness. Some looked hopeful that she would be a harsh mistress. She was surprised to find that thought distressing.
Keeping her expression serene, she walked among them, occasionally touching a face or arm. Some flinched and blushed, usually earning a quick swat from the auctioneer. She finally came to a huge man standing silently, statue still, eyes wary. She had seen several other women approach him and handle him roughly. He never moved. His marks of punishment were many and severe. She looked up into his gray eyes. His gaze did not challenge yet did not flinch. He had an inner strength that intrigued her. And there was an odd fragility about him as well. His body was impressively muscled, his raven black hair loose around his broad shoulders, and his obvious endowment made her quiver just a little inside.
Just then, another dominant came by. His eyes suddenly went flat and cold. "No use talking to this one," said the other woman, "he won't talk." The woman sneered, her eyes raking up and down his body. "He's good," she admitted, " but he won't scream and beg and I can't have that. I require complete, total submission." She shrugged. "He's for sale." Eileen saw the deep sadness behind his cold gaze. "If his contract is not bought tonight, I will release him with prejudice," the woman continued. Eileen knew that meant he would be exiled from the D/s culture. The woman moved on. Eileen reached up and touched his cheek. He did not flinch, yet she felt him tense, as if he expected a slap.
"Ladies and gentlemen," came the announcement, "please place your bids." Eileen went back to her chair and wrote out her bid. There was some back and forth bidding on a few of the others, but eventually everyone made their choices.
The big man seemed surprised that Eileen had purchased his contract. She was given the key to his shackles and he was led over to her. He immediately knelt. She released the shackles, noting that they had been cruelly tight, leaving angry red marks on his wrists. She simply dropped the shackles and gently massaged his wrists to restore his circulation. She felt his tenseness, yet he made no sound.
"Do you have clothing?" she asked. He nodded. "Please get dressed." He rose, bowed and left her. He returned in a few minutes dressed in jeans, a denim shirt, and sneakers. He had a small suitcase with him. She finished the transaction just as he returned to her.
She took him home. He was the most silent person she had ever met. He moved with the silent grace of a huge cat. She gestured to a chair. He hesitated briefly, then settled gingerly in it. She considered him gravely, a little unsure how to proceed. He was her first submissive, and she had chosen a difficult one. The scars on his body spoke of harsh punishment, yet she felt a great sadness and need in him. She already suspected his muteness was a defense mechanism against the abuse he had suffered.
"Tell me about your safe word," she said, "and why you do not speak." He looked startled. She handed him a pad of paper and a pencil. He wrote quickly and neatly. When he stopped, he hesitated for a moment, then handed her the pad. She sat back to read.
'I became a submissive seven years ago. My first mistress taught me to pleasure her. She did not tolerate mistakes, so I was punished often and harshly. My safe word was hope. I tried very hard not to use it. One day, she became angry when I used her name in a moment of passion. She whipped me with the harshest lash she had. I took it for as long as I could and then longer, trying to please her with my submission to her punishment. When she did not stop, I used my safe word. She ignored me and kept punishing me. She broke me. I screamed and begged and she did not stop. She ignored my screams. She ignored our safe word. I do not know when she finally stopped. When I regained consciousness, I was still chained and bleeding. I never spoke again.'
Eileen kept her eyes on the pad until she was certain she could control her emotions. Finally, she looked up at him. "How much longer did you remain with her?"
His hands moved.
"Two more months?" she asked.
He nodded.
"And then?"
Sold, said his gestures. He reached tentatively for the pad. She handed it to him. He wrote more and handed it back to her.
