I'm shaking. Not from fear; I trust Master completely. It's the nerves that are making me tremble. I can hear muffled voices from the sitting room. I know one of those voices belongs to Master. The other is one of his friends, who agreed to participate in tonight's game. Master is laying down the rules before we begin. I already know, and Master and I have agreed that it will be more authentic if I don't know who he has asked until the game begins.
It's slightly uncomfortable, kneeling on the hard floor. The leather cuffs upon my ankles, and the ones around my wrists, are stiff and new. The collar around my neck is more worn, the D loop at the front sporting a new, shiny tag with the inscription 'Slave 01'. My hands are held behind my back, a short chain linking the cuffs. The position forces my chest out, drawing attention to my breasts. My nipples are already hard, and fading red marks are present. I disobeyed Master earlier, and have been punished. I am lucky that Master has permitted the continuation of our special evening.
I hear a creak from the floorboard on the other side of the door. I straighten my back, and lower my eyes, ready for everything to start. Master comes through the door first, turning on the light. My skin is bathed in its harsh glow, allowing nothing to be hidden. My prospective buyer murmurs his approval. Two more express their appreciation, and my gaze darts upwards, examining the new arrivals. Master hadn't mentioned more than one person!
I'm relieved to find I know all my potential 'purchasers', but can't help throwing a dark glare in Master's direction. He just raises an eyebrow at me and smirks. I should have known he was up to something. He always is. I wish he'd warned me, at least. He knows how nervous I am about being unclothed around others. That's probably why he's done this. Master did say he intended to cure me of my body shyness. I'd thought he'd take it slowly though.
Once it's clear that I'm alright with the situation, Master begins.
"As you can see for yourselves, this is a fine specimen. It is very well-trained, if I do say so myself. Does anything it's told; very few problems with acknowledging authority."
Master's really getting in to this. His friends are uncertain to begin with, but as the scene continues, they gain more confidence. They begin to ask questions, some which make me blush, for Master chooses to answer truthfully.
"How well does it give head?"
"Well enough, though its gag-reflex still causes trouble after extensive use."
"Her holes are tight?"
"Absolutely. A nice strong pressure, no matter your size, gentlemen."
It goes on for a while, before one of the buyers finally asks to take a closer look at the merchandise. Master is only too happy to allow it, ordering me to stand and display. I rise to my feet, not as graceful as I ought to have, but only Master notices the slight error in my movement. The group closes in, touching, pinching, stroking. Suddenly there's a finger in my ass, and someone is pulling open my pussy, staring intently up into my wet cunt. My mouth is held open as they examine my teeth and throat. Master offers a clear dildo and a torch, so they may better examine my pussy. As it's inserted, my clit is pinched and rubbed furiously, drawing a moan out of me.
The murmur of approval and appreciation from the trio as they stare only makes me wetter. Small tremors run through my body, and it's with reluctance that I return to my kneeling position as they turn away, beginning to question Master again.
The dildo is left inside me. I grind my pussy against my legs in an attempt to ease some of my need, but the disapproving look from Master stops me. I settle as best I can, keenly aware of the cool air against my nipples, and the steady spread of lust within my cunt. I want to be fucked, to be used, again and again. Most importantly, I want to be permitted to cum.
I'm lost in my thoughts, until the trio begin to haggle over my final price. The discussion moves away, back into the sitting room, and I'm left alone once more. I'm trembling with anticipation. Master never said how he wanted this night to finish, and I'm eager to discover how it will end. It seems I'm to be tormented though; it's a good hour before someone returns.
It's Master, shaking his head and trying to wipe a smile off his face. There's a mischievous look in his eyes, and I watch him warily. He gathers up a small collection of toys, including the spreader bar with impaler attached. He leaves, returning a few minutes later, leash in hand. Kneeling, he clips the chain to my collar, tugging lightly to get me to stand. He leads me out, having me kneel before the trio. The toys are spread out upon the coffee table, along with a collection of pornographic dvds. On a second table, there are party foods set out, and a small cold box sits beside it, filled with various chilled drinks. There's even a bowl of punch.
"As agreed," Master explains for my benefit, "although you cannot afford the permanent purchase of this slave, you may use it for tonight, under my supervision. It will provide domestic services only. The devices laid out before you may be used upon the slave at your discretion. Any further activities must be negotiated and paid for before they can commence."
Master orders me to spread my legs, and secures the impaling spreader bar between them. He then turns to the trio, asking them the most important question of all.
