Master had told me we were going to a silent auction. What he hadn’t told me was that I would be up for bid.
I’d dressed to the nines for the occasion—a pair of stilettos, a low-cut black cocktail dress, and the collar-like necklace that Master had given me the night that he’d purchased me. My chestnut hair was pulled back to keep the collar visible.
I was his slave, yes. But he was the kind of man I was happy to obey, especially when my utmost servitude meant that I could attend dinner parties as his ‘date’. It helped that he was tall, broad-shouldered, and striking in the best possible way.
Master waved to a fellow businessman as we strolled past. “Smile. Be friendly,” he reminded me as he gave my waist a reassuring squeeze and weaved us through the dim-lit hall. “I want you to make a good impression.” He said.
“Yes, sir.” I responded.
I could feel everyone’s eyes follow me as we walked. At first, I thought they were staring at Master, he was a success in his field and people were constantly trying to emulate him. He was wealthy enough to buy a sexy 19-year-old—and who doesn’t dream of that?
But my suspicions dashed when I saw a clip board on the table we were moving towards. There was a long string of bids scrawled on it, each one more generous than the last. But it wasn’t the soaring price that surprised me, it was the fact that I was the item being fought over.
With a dizzying lurch, I realized that there weren’t any other women in the room.
“Master…?” I began to ask timidly. But as I looked over at him, I noticed a devious gleam in his dark eyes.
I’d been in his care for close to a year, and he’d spent every day training me. I knew how to make his coffee the way he liked it, how to fold his laundry the way he preferred, and how to suppress my gag reflex when he throat fucked me.
I’d never given him reason to sell me! I thought.
“It’s just for the evening,” he purred in my ear. The expression on my face must’ve amused him because he smiled and added, “You’re still mine. Don’t worry. But I’m going to love watching you take someone else’s cock like a slut. So make sure it’s a good performance, hm?” I swallowed down the urge to argue and simply nodded, afraid to speak in case my voice cracked.
Master picked up the sheet of paper with a grin on his handsome face and raised his voice so that everyone could hear him. “Gentlemen! Time is up. My beautiful pet goes to Mr. Walker.”
