This Little Subby Goes to Maret

This little subby goes to market

"Don't worry baby girl, daddy is pleased with you, it's fine that you had swinging experience before we met."

You had done gang bangs, anal, bi meetings, all kinds of BDSM, you were an experienced greedy girl when I first met you, but you'd calmed right down, since I had taken control of your life and your sexual habits.

"Yes daddy you respond, but your other girls all experience new things with you, you break their arses, giving them their anal training, baby girl wants something that she can be a first for daddy."

"Now now, I know you're a needy little bitch, and have a tendency to brat when things don't go your way, but daddy has told you that you haven't to worry. He actually likes that you were a dirty girl before he met you, daddy knew he had to own you after our first date, he knew instantly that you would be a deviant dirty submissive and happy to be used in any way he wanted. Add to that, the fact you have a lovely pair of tits and a shapely ass, and daddy was hooked."

You snuggle into me as I stroke your hair, but I can sense that you are still troubled by a tiny feeling of not being special enough.

I lay in bed that night thinking, I'm both fortunate and delighted that you have always wanted to be the best for me. Even when I've been severe with you for not doing as I deem correct, you always make it right and prove you are the best submissive girl I'll ever meet. I'm wracking my brains for something I can give you, a challenge or task that will make you feel truly special for me.

In a flash of inspiration it comes to me. I'll auction you, I'll pimp you like a common whore and see how you deal with that level of being owned.

With the idea growing in my mind, I'm both expanding the possibilities and starting to get really turned on. I turn onto my side and try to leave things behind so I can fall asleep.

Next morning I wake early, I place an ad on a site for working girls, putting together a profile, describing your talents and uploading some photos of you from my private collection. Finally I'm happy with it, and I hit the upload button, you're live on the net, and I just need to select a handful of guys who are happy to put their hands in their pockets to attend the auction. I enter a closing date a fortnight from now, with the auction being held the day after, at my house.

The profile gets a number of hits, but I'm guessing it's just guys perving on your pics and the bio. I penned as if I were you, spelling out what a filthy girl you are.

It's day two before I get a serious punter, a guy who's happy to PayPal the fifty quid required and I reckon ticks all the boxes you've requested-toned, fit, 38 years old and with an eight and a half inch cock. I accept his payment and explain he'll get details of the venue the morning of the auction.

It's only four days in and I've six suitable attendees booked. I close the auction page and then keep regular contact with each of them via text.

The following week drags for me, roll on the weekend and the plan becoming reality. Each time I see baby girl, I ask her, "Would you do anything for your daddy?"

Her response is always the same, "You know I would daddy, haven't I always done everything you ask of me to please you?"

It's Saturday morning and I've arranged for you to meet me at mine for lunch. You'll obviously think I'm going to fuck you in the afternoon, as this would be our usual routine, but I tell you that we are going shopping. At the shops, we find a revealing black dress, the kind you might wear for a Friday night out. It shows off plenty of cleavage and is just long enough to cover your shapely arse.

We but a new underwear set in red and black seamed stockings. A pair of 4in heeled patent leather court shoes and a black velvet choker to finish the outfit.

It's almost 5pm when we arrive back at mine and I instruct you to take a shower and put your hair up and try on your new outfit. I hear the shower running when our first guest arrives. He's five minutes early and I show him to the living room and organise a drink, five minutes later and I've six guys all chatting and enjoying a drink.

I call up to you and ask how you are doing, "just finishing my hair and make up daddy," is your reply and five minutes later I hear you at the top of the stairs.

"Come on down baby girl, I've got some people I'd like you to meet."

You enter the open plan living space to see six guys all smartly dressed and eyeing the vision in front of them, looking you up and down. You look to me for reassurance and I pause for just a few seconds, before I step in to introduce you and enlighten you for the first time on what is happening.

"you're to be auctioned baby girl, these lucky guys want to bid for your ass, they all want to fuck you."

Your face flushes pink, which only serves to make you look even more innocent and sexy.

I take your hand and walk you to the large dining room table, hands around your waist, I lift you onto the table and whisper for you to cross your legs so your stocking tops are visible, then tell you to put on a show for these guys.

I step back to watch you as you take a moment to compose yourself and think. The gentlemen of your audience are transfixed, as you uncross your legs and slide down the table until your back on the floor with your legs spread. "Alexa" you shout, "Man I feel like a woman by Shania Twain"

"Man I feel like a woman by Shania Twain, remastered 2016," the device speaks back and all of a sudden, the music blares out. You toss your head until your hair falls, your hips snaking side to side, you start to move in time to the music, a seductive and raunchy dance that has all the guys on their feet. One hundred pounds one of the guys shouts out. You're moving your dress up, showing suspenders and the the red gusset of your panties, which reveal a definite wet patch. One hundred and fifty. A second guy shouts. Leaning towards them, you are shaking your tits and giving them your come fuck me eyes.

Two hundred. This is going exactly as I hoped, your undoing your suspenders and rolling a stocking down your milky white toned legs as you raise your foot onto the arm of a chair. Kicking your shoe off to remove the stocking completely and wrapping around the new bidders neck. Two fifty! The bidding continues until the end of the song and you bow your head. We're at three hundred and seventy pounds when the music stops.

I approach you and simply say, "You know who the highest bidder is, time to take him upstairs and give him his money's worth of your sex, good girl."

You take the guy by the hand and lead him upstairs, to the spare bedroom, where you kiss him passionately on the lips. His right hand is already up your dress, stroking the wet patch on your knickers. You feel the bulge in his trousers and give him full eye contact in an approving manner.

"I want to suck your big cock," you whisper in his ear and you unbutton his shirt as you kiss your way down his chest before unbuttoning his pants and dragging them down as his shaft springs free. You start by licking the tip, teasing him as you look up into his eyes. Your tongue is now circling the base of the head of his cock, and you lick up and down his shaft before placing your open mouth over him and gently sucking back and forth. Each time your head bobs you take an extra half inch of him, soon your bobbing up and down, taking the full length of his swollen cock into your throat.

He pulls you up and pushes you onto the bed, looping your legs over his shoulders. He enters your sopping pussy, as he starts to fuck you, you look up at him and say "fuck your big cock up my belly, make me cum." He's pumping hard and fast and you take advantage of a slight slowing, by rolling you both onto your sides. With another push, he's on his back and your riding him like he's a stallion.

"I want your arse, but you're going to make me cum," he pants to you. Slowing your rhythm, you lean forward and whisper to him... "I fucking love it in my arse." You off him and on all fours, "there's lube on the dresser," you point he dowses your anus with lube and squeezes the tube onto his cock, wanking it a couple of times, he starts to force it into your arse. A scream as his big cock penetrates your sphincter and he's inside you. Again pumping like a mad man, while your fingers are under yourself frigging your clit furiously. "Oh fuck, holy fuck, I'm gonna cum," you moan, as your orgasm starts to build. When it hits, you spasm and your arse hole squeezes his cock, he is pushed over the edge and starts to grunt as he jets wad after wad of his hot spunk into your twitching butt hole. You both collapse, panting and sweating.

Meanwhile downstairs, I've agreed with the remaining guys that for the money they bid, they can follow on in turn to fuck you. Only one opts out, so as the hours pass another four guys take their turn in using you for their pleasure.

It's almost ten thirty when the last one leaves and I walk into the bedroom to find you laid on the bed, totally naked, but with a glow and a cute smile for me.

"You've done so well for me baby girl," I say as I brush a strand of hair from your face. I start to unbuckle my belt, "daddy's turn to fuck you now baby girl," I say. You look up "Yes please daddy, I want you to fuck me, but daddy please be gentle with me, my cunt is sore."