Surrendering to Your Server

After trying out the other genres within the lifestyle it was determined that DMlg and kitten play was just not for us so I did not want to waste the readers' time with those experiences. What we did realize is that I continue to yearn for complete servitude of my Mistress and she is becoming seasoned as a dominant and now that she has the taste for it and a willing slave who loves her, she is on board. So after much discussion and negotiation, we signed an extended contract cementing our bond as we delve further and deeper into the darkness of sadomasochism.

We have had two months of the lifestyle 24/7 and are both very happy with our dynamic. Abbie has taken up a secondary hobby if you will of documenting our journey thru film(both video and still photography) as well as live cam for those pervs who like to watch their porn live. Turns out we have quite a little following. While my stories on Lit have had 540 thousand views I've made exactly zero dollars from them, which is fine. I write as a means of being a voyeur as well as a way to put my experiences out there in journal form. Abbie found a way to actually make money doing the naughty things we do.

So after our initial submissions to a website that will go unnamed, Abbie met some folks who are like minded and suggested to her that we get paid for sharing our deepest most depraved moments with other pervs in the cyber world. Long story short she has formed a group who actually pays to see us scene live. Among our followers we have some customers who give special requests for a price and as long as everyone is in agreement and everything we do is legal, what the heck. TOS doesn't allow self promotion though so you'd have to find us wandering the street or in a chat room somewhere to learn more.

Now back to the story. . .

We live a relatively regimented life now. Up at 6am for breakfast, then Abbie works out while I do chores. Lunch and then we have a set schedule to be live on a webcam site. Noon til three pm. Monday thru Friday required, weekends optional as there are many more models and couples available for those time slots. Abbie still works the night shift at the restaurant but I don't need to work any longer as our side biz pays my share of the bills easily.

Abbie still uses me as a body bag for her kick boxing workouts. I truly enjoy hanging helplessly as she is relentless with her blows and kicks, all the while still careful not to damage any vital organs or concuss my already dizzy enough head. Lately she has even made me join her on the aerobics and weight training as she want to ensure that her slave is, as put in her words, 'super hot with a tight bod.' Once in awhile she goes all MMA on me during our scene to show her alpha dominance I guess.

Ironically she has no idea that I spent most of my youth and young adult years enrolled in martial arts and currently hold varying black belt degrees in three different styles. She never asked so technically I'm not lying to her. It's just nice to know that if ever we are faced with a situation that gets out of control I can hopefully protect us both.

So while doing our now regular gig on cam, one of our regular paying pervs spent an extra amount of bitcoin going private with us. I'm assuming it's a guy and he has a strange fetish for insertions. He has had Abbie stick a whole array of items in all three of my holes. I think he or she views it as a challenge to try and stump us. Bananas, carrots, bunches of carrots, California cukes, eggplant(ouch that one hurt like a bitch,) pop cans and bottles, toilet brush, tooth brush, finger, fingers, fist, up to the elbow, damn why not just break out the baseball bat. . . . oh wait, careful what you wish for. This particular day he or she was feeling fifty shades like and just had her double dong me and a long rubber dong down the throat. Nothing too out of the ordinary except right before we went back to the public view he or she said, "thanks CiCi."

I about crapped my pants except that I wasn't wearing any. Only family and friends from the old neighborhood ever called me CiCi. So now I'm thinking who the hell from my past has been going private with me, watching me shove a menagerie of items in my mouth, pussy and ass for the last several weeks? Was it a friend? Was it a schoolmate? Shit, was it an old teacher? What about my family? Mom, dad, brother, uncles, cousins oh my God who the hell was on the other side of the screen directing their own personal porn of me? I was already pasty white from lack of sunshine but must have been Casper the ghost like as the horrifying thought of not knowing who that perv was. Luckily I had others bring me private so I could escape from the person known only as StickITin. Soon the session was over and I told Abbie the news. She too was freaked out at the possibilities.

Abbie has honed her skills as a dominant and has continued to read in her spare time trying her best to be the best Domme she could be for me. This is just one of the reasons I love her so much. Although I was officially a slave, she still would have debriefing sessions with me and genuinely cared for my well being and cared that I was being challenged physically and mentally as well as healthy in both departments. During one of our recent sit downs, well she sat and I knelt, she was struggling at my request for harsher mental abuse or commonly known as mind fucking. She reminded me that I didn't fair so well with Kayla and my brother back in the day.

It really is a fine line to dance when mind fucking someone. And yes Kayla and my brother did break me so she was right, it was a risky thing to delve into. Especially since I was requesting to be thought of and actually treated like a piece of property. That was definitely not something Abbie would be comfortable with.

I begged her to consider my request and her reply in her dark twisted humor was simply "Why should I consider a request from you, you're just a worthless piece of fuckmeat!"

Made my pussy twitch. But like the old saying goes, careful what you wish for. . . you just might get it. After a couple more weeks of our 'normal' lifestyle antics she appeared to be bending a bit on my request as she sharpened her barbs at me. She all but stopped using my pet name of 'little girl' and had changed to "hey you" or simply "slave" which made me tingle inside. I often referred to myself as worthless and had normally been corrected, even punished for saying such a thing about myself but slowly Abbie had let those comments slide as if to agree with me. Mind fucking? Who knows for sure.

Noir Leather, our favorite kink shop, was having another one of their semi annual underground fetish parties and we were signed up to attend. Abbie knew that there would be many other Domme's to mingle with and bend their ears for advice on her slaves latest request of depravity. The party was like one of their usual parties except this one had something new. It had a slave auction. We had seen the chat room on Lit which had this name but it was obviously just some role players cybering in the pm box.

It was definitely entertaining to watch and I think that the slaves that were auctioned off actually did go away with the highest bidders. Another couple at our table poked fun at the event saying that it was just for show and if we wanted to see a real slave auction they could hook us up. Well that was a conversation starter which lasted the rest of the evening. by the end of it we were sold like a cheap time share and after exchanging information with the pair headed straight to the website to see more about it and to do some contemplating about whether we were up for the big leagues or not.

I must say the thought of being paraded naked on stage in front of a large audience, being inspected up close by potential buyers, it was all too much to wrap my little blonde head around. I mean in the three years since I turned 18 I went from just becoming a slut who liked to give head to an incestuous whore to a foot slave to a submissive, to a full blown slave. Now the thought of possibly being sold to another dominant. . . dizzying thought. How long? What would I have to do for them? Did I get to return to Abbie? How much was I worth on the open market? Would I end up in some shiek's harem over in some dessert somewhere never to be heard from again? Maybe we better pass on this one I thought.

We got a hold of our slave auction couple we had met at the Noir event. They invited us to dinner and we met them at a nearby eatery for drinks and a light dinner. Two days out of the house, big week for me. They actually had a video on their phone which they showed us on how one of these auctions worked. It was more of a show than anything. Very much like role playing except on a grander scale. They insisted that legally you can't actually sell or even own a person for that matter. It was illegal. But like in the movie Eyes Wide Shut, there were some groups of people who took their role playing super serious. Like underground secret society types. We were both very intrigued at the thought and further researched the idea before eventually agreeing to try it.

The couple had to sponsor us as it was an exclusive club which didn't just invite any random couple off of the street to join in. We booked a room at the House of Blues Hotel in Chicago as the event was going to be held near by at an underground fetish club. The couple had registered us as their guests and the time finally arrived as we headed to Chi town for what would turn out to be a life altering event. After arriving and checking into our room we met the couple for drinks down at the hotel bar. They went over the protocol of how the night would unfold. Both Abbie and I were excited with anticipation of this new adventure we were about to undertake.

Upon arriving and registering I was ushered away and Abbie was led to her table. In the back staging area the slaves were all sent through a series of stations, disclaimers to be signed, rules to agree to, makeup and hair, costumes. It was like a fashion show atmosphere, very crazy backstage. Finally just before we were brought out front like a cattle call, we were fitted with ankle chains and hand cuff shackles, the real deal. So there I stood, naked except for a super sheer white smock that barely covered my twat and ass. Hair was back in a single pony tail. Eye makeup heavy yet kind of goth like.

Hand bound together in front of me, chains connecting my ankles together with enough length so I could walk but heavy enough that I couldn't run away.

In all there were twelve of us, all female, all in the same state of disrobe. All lined up across the stage and directed to stand still and not move and definitely not speak. Failure to comply would result in expulsion from said event. The lights from the audience facing the stage were very bright making it impossible for me to make out who or how many people were out there looking in on us. There was a master of ceremonies type person making announcements at the head of the stage while the slaves were just parked, like used cars lined up waiting for buyers to come by and kick their tires.

For the next half hour or so a constant line of people, mostly men but some couples and a few single women perused the car lot of slave girls seeing if one of them caught their eye. They were able to lift the hood and even touch the merchandise just no penetration of any kind was allowed. I had several prospective buyers lift up my smock, lots of groping of my tight ass and small breasts even a request to see my teeth. Very demeaning yet I was hopeful that the moistness that was slowly starting to ooze out of my quivering vagina would not run down my leg showing my eagerness to be owned by one of these perverts. Suddenly a bell sounded meaning that the preview had ended and that the auction was about to begin.

One by one we were led to the little box at the center of the stage which elevated us a foot or two into the air as the auctioneer did his thing, selling us off like steer at a 4H show. I was number ten out of twelve so I had to watch the nine go before me. Turns out the average selling price for a female sex slave that night was about four hundred dollars. I should have been delighted at my five hundred dollar final selling price but fact is I wasn't getting any of the money and I still had no real idea what I was expected to do for that price.

I was lead away by my handler and taken to one of a dozen queen sized beds that were lined up against one wall. Each room had tall cubicle like walls separating them from the next room yet there was no wall to totally close off the area for privacy. Turns out the sellers like to watch evidently as their former slaves get man and sometimes lady handled. There were also a half dozen body guards standing at every other wall to ensure that no one went psycho and tried to make a body suit out of their new property.

I could hear lots of whips cracking, paddles smacking, crops stinging as well as a fair share of sex sounds. Lot's of throat fucking and serious doggy style fucking happening. I was a bit confused because my new owner just had me standing there while he circled around me. In fact I could swear that this late twenties early thirties guy was gay. He just kept checking me out, he was the one who asked to see my teeth. Finally he pulled out his iPhone and face timed someone. He was showing me off to the anonymous ladies voice on the other side of the phone screen. He was making comments about what a cutie I was and how firm my ass was and how tiny my tits were and what nice teeth I had. The voice on the other end got to see me 360 degrees in all of my naked glory. I understood that this 500 hundred dollar gig was only a four hour commitment so I was very confused on what the expectation was moving forward. Then things started to get even weirder.

So he kept the lady on the phone and began to interview me. Asked me about my work experience, schooling, extra curricular activities, hobbies. I was a cheerleader that was a huge plus, did I still have my old uniform? Who are my celebrity crushes boy and girl? The answer to that question brought a huge smile to his face. I was looking around for the hidden camera as I was sure I was being punked for a reality show of some sort.

He then took her off of speaker phone and I could just hear the one side of the conversation.

"How high do you want to go?" he inquired of the mystery lady. "How long?" he continued. "What is the back story?" was the final question before he said his goodbye to her and hung up the phone.

He sat me down on the bed and summoned Abbie who was just as perplexed as I was sitting in the cheap seats expecting to see a show, seeing nothing. He had Abbie sit down next to me and with a child like enthusiasm he asked us if we were interested in hearing about a great opportunity. Of course we were, and by now it was definite that this man was gay. Nothing wrong with that mind you, just that he had paid $500 and hadn't so much as kissed me and showed absolutely no interest in me either. Our confusion went away as he explained that he was on a mission to find a girl for a friend or in this case his boss. He said that she had been interested in finding herself a submissive who she could call her own for a while but due to her recognition factor she couldn't just go out to the bar or use tinder etc.

Before he was willing to go any further we'd have to sign non disclosure agreements that we would never speak of this person by name, ever, ever. Failure to comply would result in some law suits that we would not be able to afford. We agreed but also we decided that the underground fetish club was probably not the best place to continue this conversation so we bowed out from the peep show setting, got dressed in normal clothes and went to our hotel room to continue.

Once there I was starving so we ordered some room service and resumed our very odd meeting with the man who will be known as Tom. Tom said that he was the personal assistant to a very famous young lady who preferred at this time not to come out to the world as bisexual yet. Turns out her parents are very religious and she didn't want to risk them disowning her, as unfair as that might be, she wasn't willing to risk her relationship with them so both her and her boyfriend both of whom are huge favorites of the fans use each other as their beards to make it easier on their family lives. They both have very busy lives that take them all over the world so it's not uncommon for them to be away from each other for weeks even months at a time.

My back story would be that I was another personal assistant to her as her fan club was out of control and she hated to disappoint her fans so she needed assistance with that as well as other events. I had a passport, check. I was attractive to her, check. Abbie would be ok with my leaving on a jet plane on short or no notice, check. We would be well compensated for our trouble, check. No long term commitment required, check.

It was a no brainer, especially when he finally fessed up to who this mystery woman was.

Only my biggest girl crush, after Abbie of course. The one who was my hall pass, you know, the celebrity your significant other says you can have sex with at will because you will never ever meet that person and if by slim change you met them it would be at an airport or a concert or movie premier or something like that. Not that they sent someone out looking for YOU and found YOU and wants to have YOU be their little sub.

I'm afraid I'm going to wake up any minute from this dream. So to keep true to this non disclosure agreement let's just say that this person will be known moving forward simply as "A." Not saying why she's famous, not saying she's a pop star, movie star, tv star, athlete, model or social media mogul.

Tom negotiated our terms for "A" with us. Turns out the going rate for a personal assistant is well into six figures along with perks which may or may not include a beemer, black card for shopping, use of the mansion for both Abbie and I as I didn't even have to travel with her but instead be at "A's" disposal anytime she was home. Of course there were many times she did call for me and I went per my contract.

It was like a fantasy vacation that lasted two and a half years. Living with my best friend and lover. Living like royalty. Getting to see some of the most beautiful places on earth. Getting to meet some of the most famous people on earth. Having another lover who was also your long time fangirl crush. Being her dirty little whore and at her beck and call. Finally, not being able to tell anyone the memories I will have to carry to my grave but wouldn't have it any other way.