From the kneeling position in which I am forced to sit, I press against my Masters leg, looking up into his eyes. I plead yet again. "Please Master, please don't sell me." His hand reachs down to tangle through my hair. "Shut up bitch watch the stage. Your turn is coming to be up there in the spotlight, slave. Mmmm, perhaps if I see something I like, I might bid on someone to take your place tonight." As the different slaves parade across the stage into the spotlight, some are forced to perform sexual acts that I find strange and distasteful. I try several times to hide my face in my master's leg or thigh. Each time he grabs me roughly by the back of the neck and forces me to watch. I watch girls with girls, girls with animals, girls with several men at once and some with black men. I watch girls strip and put on a show with their vibrators.

With time I began to notice that all the slaves seem to have one thing in common. They were all on the slender side. Though some were absolutely stunning, most were just rather ordinary pretty women. I also notice that most of the women wore either a white training collar, the collar of consideration, or the collar of intent. None wore the black collar that signified a permanent relationship. The collar I had aspired to and hoped someday my Master would bestow upon me. I try so hard to please my Master. I had hoped that someday he would adorn my neck with the black collar, the mark of of a permanent relationship. Yes, I had tried but apparently I hadn't tried hard enough, for he had brought me here to this auction house to sell me. I am shattered, for I truely love my Master and until tonight I had thought that he cared for me. I want so badly to cry, to howl my pain and my fears much like some of the other slaves had, but I don't. I knew that if I did, I would shame my Master and be less in his eyes than I already am. I can't help being. Many things run through my mind as I watch the parade of slaves upon the stage. Would I have a kind master, or a cruel one? Would I serve a Dom or a Domme? Would I go to a private house or to a stable? How would I serve? As a sex slave to them, or to be used by anyone that could pay my price? Would I be a house slave forced to perform menial chores, with no sexual contact at all? I try to block these thoughts out of my mind, but they kept replaying over and over again inside my head.

When my turn finally came there is absolute silence. I am led crawling on my hands and knees onto the stage by my Master. "Stand up" Master orders. I stand and face the audience. Then someone started laughing and someone else started to giggle. I tremble and began to wilt in shame. My Master yanks the chain hard. "Stand up straight bitch. Listen to me. You're gonna put on a show like you haven't ever put on before." With that he unhooks my leash and steps back. Handing the auctioneer a CD, he said. "Would you please put that in and play it." As the soft strains of the chosen passage, a romantic ballad, fills the room my Master orders me to strip. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I begin to run my fingers lightly over my face and across my lips wetting them. Trailing them down my neck. Down my cleavage then over the material. I cup my breasts and tease at the nipples. Running my hands back up. I begin to unbutton the blouse. One, two, then a third. The top of the lacy black bra showing. Bending my head forward I lick my cleavage. I hear someone in the audience suck in their breath, as if in amazement. Then with a small smile of satisfaction, I continue unfastening the rest of the top. Slipping it off my shoulders I tossing it away.

Again I touch my face and lick my fingers. I run my hands down and cup my breasts through the bra. Flicking my thumb nails over my nipples, I tease them into taunt hardness. Slowly, I unhook my lacy black bra and cup my large breasts. Catching them before they can escape and hang down to my belly button. I raise them up showing the erect nipples. Then place the right tit in my mouth. I begin to suck the nipple while pinching and pulling on the other one.

I bite my nipple, rolling it around getting it even harder, feeling it swell in my mouth. I take it out and it is bright red and extremely hard. I do the same to the left one. Then leaving them to dangle, I shrug out of my bra and toss it to my Master. Wetting my fingertips again. I trace my hand down to the top of my jeans. I unsnap the snap and pull down the zipper. Slowly, I begin to slide my jeans down. Turning to the side, I allow a large expanse of hip to show. Then turn around to let my jeans slip off my ass. I run my hands over my ass, liking the feeling of how firm it is for my size. Bending over showing my ass and a little peek of my pussy. I slip the jeans off my legs and toss them aside. Standing back up, I turn around. Tossing my hair out of my eyes, I begin to run my hands all over my body. Licking my fingers. I trace glistening trails of wetness over and around my nipples, stomach and belly.

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