The weekend of the 15th and 16th had been finalised and invitations sent.
The 6 bedroom farmhouse and adjoining barn had been hired for the weekend at a ridiculously low rate from a very dear friend, who asked no questions.
The replies came back and were listed:
Myself & slave A Yes
Master B & slave B Yes
Master C & slave C Yes
Master D & slave D Yes
Master E & slave E Yes
Master F & slave F Yes
Mistress & slave (eunuch) Yes
Sir A + Partner Yes
Sir B + Partner Yes
Sir C + Partner Yes
A 100% acceptance.
Only 2 Rules
1) No photos unless agreed between parties.
2) Slaves and Partners become the gatherings property once entering the property.
The Masters and slaves arrived at the appointed time, 2.30 on the Saturday.
Not all were known to us all so seeing news slaves bodies and greeting new Masters, and swapping ideas and knowledge was a very pleasant couple of hours.
The slaves were taken to what was the old stable tack room where they made use of the young boy slave.
He was called F, 5 foot 11 inch, 175 pounds, blonde hair to his shoulders, and the cutest 7" you ever did see, a good 5" slack, which his Mistress had harnessed and led him around by.
As soon as the slaves entered the roomthey needed his services and he was fucked, when his cock wore out he used his tongue until they could stiffen him up again.
His Mistress went into the tack room after a few hours and strung him up by the hands onto one of the many hooks found in the room.
She strapped his cock a few times to stiffen him and moved out of the way as the girls queued to ride him upright.
After a light meal the Masters took their slaves to their allocated rooms.
Mine, slave A, was just like the rest, hot sweaty with cum and pussy juice all over her.
I had trained A from her being 18, nearly 2 Β½ years, she was very much a submissive but like most had her moments and earned a punishment which she bitterly regretted, maybe more of that in a training story later.
I removed her collar and stood her in the shower and jetted her with cold water, all over her body and in her secret places, used by the boy slave.
She shivered and her nipples peaked into volcanos.
She had not felt the whip or the cane for almost 2 weeks to make her easier on the eye for the auction, but I could see that look in her eye of devilment.
I turned off the shower and pinched her nipples hard, so hard tears welled in her eyes and when I fit a tit clamp to each one she yelped, so I screwed and extra ΒΌ turn.
I laid her over the bathroom stool, bottom down, pussy up and inspected for any rogue hairs which may cost us later, she was smooth.
I took the thin clit strap from my bag and gave her 10 hard lashes on her lips and hood and attached a hood and clit clamp.
The clamps would be removed just before we exhibited to ensure she had maximum sensitivity in the areas to be handled.
Her pussy glistened; she could not contain her excitement at what was to come.
I took her up from the stool, sat down, she instinctively bent over and I spanked her dry.
I led her to the corner by her clamps and lifted her onto her tippy toes to inflict more pressure on her nipples and hood, pushed her nose to the wall, a regular position she was comfortable with and showered.