Kneeling naked before Master Mark and Mistress Merrill, with the slender lady with short blonde hair holding the leash attached to my nipples, I sensed they were about to tell me something ominous.
For the last three years I have been their live-in slaveboy. I met them at a club in D.C. and they were impressed with my stamina, especially during a spanking. At the club it was Merrill who spanked me so hard for so long my butt-cheeks went numb.
I went through a training period, where I was given daily chores to accomplish, or else I'd be severely punished. For example, not folding Mistress's panties in her underwear drawer in the proper manner. Or allowing weeds to grow in the yard. Punishments could come in different ways. Severe whippings, cock and ball torture , canings were frequent occurrences during my training. I was kept in a cage in the basement over night. One of my owners would retrieve me from the cage each morning. It was a requirement that I orally satisfy which ever one it was. With the broad shouldered dark haired man, I was commanded to swallow every drop. On the days Mistress Merrill was on her time-of-the-month, she would don on a strap-on and fuck me in the ass.
Of course I was kept naked at all times in the house; for any yardwork I was allowed to wear shorts. I cooked all the meals, did the laundry, vacuumed and even painted. She was more strict than He. The first time I fixed their breakfast, I was bent over a kitchen chair and spanked with a wooden spoon because the eggs were too runny. For not getting on my knees fast enough when He entered a room I was in, I was stood in a corner facing inward and heavy weights were hung from my balls.
They frequently held galas, where a lot leather, latex and lingerie were worn. I was required to kiss the feet of any Dom or Domme who entered, but I was never to greet a submissive or a slave in a like manner. I was severely punished once for kissing the feet of a submissive woman, because she was with another female, and I really couldn't tell which one was the Domme.
My punishments have become few and far between since I got used to life as a slave. Of course they made me well aware that they owned me, by bending me over at any time for a butt-fucking. Mistress Merrill particularly liked playing with my cock and balls. There have been a few times when she'd spreadeagle me to a bed and ride my cock to a thunderous orgasm. I, however, was not allowed to cum unless she ordered me to jack myself off on a newspaper.
But now, I was waiting, keeping my eyes down, for a pronouncement I feared was coming. The words hit me like a ton of bricks. "YOU WILL BE SOLD AT AUCTION!"
Had I not done something correctly? Did I displease them in any manner? My mind raced.
Master Mark in a clear voice. "We have incurred a financial hardship, and really need some cash right now." I swallowed. "We will fly you to Switzerland tomorrow for an auction. There will be buyers from all over the world there."
Merrill then added. "You are in such good condition physically, that you could bring in a hefty price."
Then Mistress pulled my leash upward as she stood. "Raise your arms up high!"
Master Mark then stood as well. "You're probably wondering why we have not spanked or whipped you at all for the past week. That's so your body will be unmarked during the auction except for the stripes will put on your ass right now."
I gulped. "Yes sir."
They were the hardest cuts with the rattan cane I had ever received, two on my left cheek and two on my right. Normally, I was pretty stoic during such events, but this time my shrieks filled the room.
Those stripes would increase my worth, She said.