“Let’s see your DVD Zoe.” She starts to cry while she explains she fucked eight men and only three of them allowed themselves to be taped.
“You will wear out your pussy at this rate” I tell her. “Have you thought about fucking three to four men at once? There is no limit to how many men you can fuck at a time. You just need to fuck twenty men.”
It appears this thought had not occurred to her.

While she is changing into her maid’s uniform I remind her that the last step in her punishment is to be sold at the slave auction in four weeks. I remind her she may quit at any time, I will release her from my servitude.

I tell Zoe the auction is not pleasant. You will be sold to another master or mistress and for forty-eight hours you will be their possession.
Typically your temporary master will do things to you that they will not do to their own slave.

I was sold three years ago when I was still a slave. I tell Zoe the story about it. I was purchased by someone who was believed to be a master.
He and his friends had purchased me as a fuck-toy at a weekend party. They all seemed to be college aged so I at first believed I would only spend one night there being fucked by a group of frat-boys.

It turned into far more than that. The first two guys fucked my mouth and my pussy at the same time. This was only the beginning. Over the next forty hours I was fucked at least thirty times by one to three men at the same time. I counted thirty or more times that I was fucked by a cock.
God only knows how many times I was fucked by beer bottles and something else I couldn’t identify. I only knew it hurt like hell when it was shoved into my ass.

On Sunday when they were done fucking me they laid a plastic sheet on the floor and ordered me to lay on it. They then stood around and peed and spit on me.
When at last they were finished one of them handed me a t-shirt to wear and said “get out of our house you dirty slut.”

I had nothing to wear but the t-shirt and did not have any money on me with which to call my master. I walked down a busy street until I came to a convenience store. I begged a woman there to call my master’s phone number and tell him where I was. Then I sat on the curb and pulled the t-shirt as far down as I could to try and cover myself, then I cried uncontrollably. Shortly thereafter master arrived to pick me up and drive me to his house.
I explained to him what had happened while I showered and then asked him a giant favor; “please release me from your servitude. I never want to be a slave again!”

Master was kind and he released me. Word quickly spread through-out the BDSM community and all efforts were taken to prevent the master impersonator from obtaining another slave.

“Zoe I warn you to think about this. VERY few of the slave’s experiences go like this but you are expected to do anything your temporary master or mistress demands of you.
Think about this while you fuck all of these men, I will make you take the last step and be sold at auction.
If you feel you can’t do this then stop now.”

When Zoe was at last in her maid’s uniform I locked the belt around her waist again and locked her left wrist to the belt.
As I left to go shopping I told her I may be a long time today. If I am not done when she finished she was to leave. I told her the key was frozen in an ice cube.
She was to go to the freezer and remove the cube and thaw it. Then free herself and leave.

As I left I knew I would not be back in time, I had planned it that way…