Although this story is written to stand on its own, for context it is helpful for the reader to be familiar with some of my other stories. And remember this is only a fantasy.
My name is Susan McAllister and for the last eight years I have been married to the most wonderful man in the world, my husband Jeff. Together we have a beautiful daughter named Sara. To anyone looking at our lives we would seem like just about any other young married couple. We appear to be as normal as everyone else. My husband works at one the largest and most successful accounting firms in the city. I have recently gone back to work myself as a paralegal after taking a few years off after the birth of our daughter.
But for about the last five years of our marriage the relationship that I share with my husband can be described as anything but just your typical marriage. You see my husband Jeff is truly one very lucky man. He has me, Susan, his beautiful loving wife, but he also has a personal submissive sex slave to use and do with as he chooses. Her name is Slut. Now this is where things gets a little confusing, you see Susan is Slut and Slut is Susan. We are the same person except for one very small distinction. Susan wears a wedding ring on her left hand. Slut wears a collar around her neck with her name on it. Neither Slut nor Susan wears the wedding ring or the collar at the same time. In my mind they are like two completely separate people. Susan has a loving husband and a beautiful young daughter. Slut only has a Master and will do anything that he commands her to do. Slut even has her own special little room concealed in the basement where her Master takes great pleasure in using her however he chooses.
How this relationship all got started is another story. I definitely would not recommend this lifestyle choice for anyone else, but for the two of us we have found a way of making it work. There are also like most domination and submission relationships a lot of rules involved. The most important rule that my husband and I have is that Slut is only Slut when she is wearing her collar. At all other times I am Susan. That's Final.
Over the last several years Slut has been used by her Master in many different ways. She has been bounded and gagged. Whipped and fucked in every one of her holes and shared in every way with many of her Master's friends. Even gang banged many times by up to twenty different men at one time. Master even shared her with Sara's babysitter Natalie for a summer.
One evening after putting Sara to bed for the night Jeff and I were snuggling on the couch together watching a late movie. The two of us enjoying the closeness of our bodies as they pressed together and feeling the warmth of the deep love that we have for each other. As the movie was ending Jeff said something that at first was very startling, but as I thought about it I began to get very intrigue by the idea, "I've been thinking about entering Slut in next month's charity slave auction. Do you think she would like that?"
At first I did not really know what to say. Of course I had learned about slave auctions shortly after we both became involved with the local BDSM community. And I had heard that they can be a very fun events organized by one BDSM group or another. Everything is fully consensual and all the money is donated usually anonymously to one or more local charities. Finally after pausing for a few moments to get the words just right I replied, "Yes I think she would be Ok with that, but I also think she will need some time to think about it a little more as well."
"That's fine. She has plenty of time. The event is still over a month away."
A few days later I was having lunch with my friend Allison. I had met Allison when I first started looking in to and exploring the BDSM lifestyle. Being a few years older than myself she has been involved in this lifestyle for many more years than I have been and is very familiar with just about every aspect about it that one could imagine. As we were eating I mentioned what my husband had said about entering Slut in the upcoming auction. Then I asked, "I have heard about these events but I have also never actually been to one and I don't really have the slightest idea about what really goes on at one of them."
Allison responded by saying, "First let me tell you that the experience for the first time can be both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. Before the auction every bidder is given a brochure that contains description of each slave up for auction that night. Most importantly these descriptions include each slave's specific limits and boundaries. These limits and boundaries are very strictly respected and adhered to by all parties involved."
Then after pausing to let this sink in a little Allison continued, "About a week before the auction every slave will need to have a complete physical and also be tested for any STD's and in the case of female slaves a pregnancy check is also done just to be sure."
Next I asked, "What about the bidders?"
"All of the bidders present have been subjected to a very thorough background check and are all well-established members of the local BDSM society. No one whose identity is not known for certain is allowed to enter the auction."
My next question was, "What can a slave expect at an auction?"
"For most auctions the slave's master will deliver them to the auction site about 24 hours before the event. During this time the slave is re-examined and re-tested for STD's and pregnancy to confirm the results of the previous tests. In the case of female slaves this will be done by a trusted OB/GYN."
"What about the bidders?" I asked, "Are they tested as well?"
"Yes, they will all have to be recently tested and have submitted proof that they are clean as well."
The last question I asked was, "What happens if the slave does not feel comfortable with their buyer and wants to opt out?"
"This is perfectly acceptable. Remember this is just like the relationship between any Master and Slave. Everything is totally consensual. If the slave has a change of mind all that is necessary is the use of her safe word."
For the next few weeks after my conversation with Allison I became fascinated by the prospect of being sold off to the highest bidder. The idea of giving up complete control to a total stranger became my every thought. Also the humiliation of being auctioned off like a farm animal gradually started to work its way into my dreams.
As the date of the auction drew closer my anticipation heightened even more. I had yet to tell my husband of Slut's decision because I myself still did not fully understand the forces at work in my mind. Finally what I was feeling all came to light. It is the humiliation that I crave, being degraded, to be used and embarrassed. I needed this. It is something about me that I don't really understand. This is who I am, what am and I just need to now accept it.
My finally I came to the conclusion to decide to go through with it for one reason and for only one reason. Not because Slut's Master wanted for her to do. But I wanted to see if Slut could do or to put it a better way would she do it just to please her Master. Sell herself to another as a way of proofing her own submission to him.
