What a marvelous weekend. What a wonderful, fantastic weekend we had. After she told me about that auction Mistress made sure i didn't have time to worry about it. I'm even allowed to stay for the night. Monday morning is kinda sad. I know i won't see her for two weeks. I linger a bit, trying to postbone the moment i have to go. Mistress doesn't look too happy either.
Then she seems to have an idea. „Do you want something to remember me a couple of days, Zoe? I must warn you, it will hurt very much.“
Huh? What might that be? There is only one way to find out. „Of course i want, Mistress.“
„Good girl, I knew you would say yes. Bend over the table and raise your skirt.“
I do as i'm told while she gets something out of her closet. I don't see what it is, but i can guess it's some kind of whip. She caresses my buttocks, slapping them slightly. Then i hear a „whoosh“ and my but explodes in searing pain. I bite my lips, feel tears well up in my eyes. And again „woosh“. I forget to breathe, i have never felt such an intense pain. I let my skirt fall down over my butt. She puts it back on the small of my back. Again that awful sound of the cane travelling through the air, followed by the excrutiating sting when it lands on my flesh. Panting, tears running down my cheeks i whisper „thank you Mistress“ while she tenderly rubs lotion on my butt.
„Now go, and make me proud.“
We kiss and i leave. The „souvenirs“ last much longer than i expected and every evening i love to look at my butt in the mirror, thinking of my Mistress. Thinking of my Mistress and looking at the marks never fails to get my pussy wet and more than once i find myself with my fingers buried deep inside my cunt, rubbing my clit, watching my backside over my shoulders.

I take Friday off and visit a beauty parlor, to get my hair done, a pedicure and a manicure. Back home i soak in the tub and neatly shave every single hair below my neckline. I'm nervous, anxious, getting afraid of what's to come. Who will buy me? For how much? Will i make my Mistress proud when i am on display? What will he - or will it be a she? - do with me? I hope it's going to be a Master. Serving another Mistress would make me feel like i'm cheating, even when it was Mistress' idea to auction me off for a weekend. Yes, i definitely hope it's a man. But then again, i'm probably more comfortable with a Mistress, since i know that already. Maybe i can better serve a Mistress. Well, there is nothing i can do about it anyway.
At a quarter to four i call a cab. Dressed in my sexiest outfit i hand the driver the adress Mistress had given me on a slip of paper. It looks like a nightclub from outside. I go in and am welcomed by a girl in nothing but heels. And a collar. And a leash attached to it. It's running between her legs and is attached to the collar again in the back of her neck. I must be staring because she reaches up to it and smiles. „Isn't it beautiful? I'm so proud to wear it. I'm Cindy and i'm here to take care of the slaves. Who are you?“ She offers me her hand.
„Oh, excuse me, i didn't want to stare. I'm Zoe. Yes, your collar is beautiful. I wish i had one too.“ She giggles „sure, i bet you will. Just be patient. Now, follow me please.“
She leads me to a backroom and tells me to strip completely but for the high heels.
„Nice. You'll make a good price i think.“
„Thank you.“
Without a moment of hesitation she grabs all my clothes and throws them in a large trash can. „You don't need them anymore.“
Oh well. There goes my nicest bustier.
„There are already some buyers here, so be sure to look your best. Smile, present yourself, be proud to be given the chance to do your Mistress honor.“
I follow her to the main room. Several people are sitting and standing around small tables, holding glasses of champagne, chatting. All of them wear masks over their eyes. I wonder a bit, why would they want to be incognito?
Cindy shackles my wrists to two chains attached to the ceiling, at about the height of my head. „You put your left foot on that pedestal so that everybody can easily explore your pussy and ass. Don't speak unless spoken too. Don't look anyone in the eyes. And remember: Look your best!“
I seem to be the first slave on display. Most of the Masters and Mistresses are looking at me. I thrust out my chest and try not to look too nervous.
A woman is approaching now, scrutinizing my body from head to toe. She doesn't say a word, squeezes my tits, my buttocks, then my tits again, giving my left nipple a painful pinch. I draw in air but don't utter a word. Then she slides a finger between my lips. I know i'm already wet. It's an incredible feeling, to be put at everybody's disposal. I never thought it would be possible, but i'm actually proud to be here, to have that chance to do my Mistress honor. She fingerfucks me for a moment. Then she walks away, never giving me a second glance.
In the meantime, Cindy has shackled a guy next to me. Good looking, although a bit on the small side. I look at him and see he's very nervous. The lady that has inspected me now goes over to him, stroking his dick until it's erect. I stare in fascination as she plays with him like he's a toy. Then i jerk back, when someone roughly slaps my right tit. „Pay attention, cunt.“
A man is standing in front of me, about to inspect me. „I am sorry.“ Smack! He slaps my other breast, hard this time. „I am sorry what?“
„I am sorry, Sir.“
He just grunts and continues to inspect me, thrusting two fingers inside me then has me lick them. „Hmm, you seem to be a good cocksucker. You love to suck cock, do you?“
„Yes Sir.“
Then it's an endless row of people touching me in all places, handling me rough, pinching my tits and my clit to see my reaction. One Master even whacks my thigh with a crop. A yelp escapes my lips and the guy is immediately reprimanded and shown out of the auditorium by a Mistress. She must be the one in charge here. By then there are about ten slaves on display, half of them are guys.

Suddenly, the Mistress who showed the guy with the crop out rings a little bell and everybody takes a seat. The first guy is uncuffed and brought to the front of the stage.
The Mistress then starts to auction him off, but the interest is low and there are not too many offers. He goes for 3'400 $ to a lady clad in black. Well, actually, almost all the Masters are wearing black. There's only one Mistress which doesn't. She wears a beatiful purple robe, with black lining. Like all the others, she wears a mask too. Long, curly blonde hair is falling to the middle of her back.
She's talking to a guy, every once in a while glancing in my direction. Hmm, maybe she will buy me?
I have to wait much longer, the auctioning takes time. The next two guys and the first girl go for over 5'000 dollars each. My foot begins to hurt and i would like to shift my weight to the other one for a change, but don't dare to take it of the footrest. Cindy passes me to uncuff yet another girl, a beautiful petite brunette with perky tits. The Mistress advertises her as very experienced, and from some of the comments i gather that she's been on sale for a couple of times already. Two buyers are offering, they both seem to be willing to spend a lot of money. Finally, one of them buys her for 10'300 dollars, a sum that elicits the crowd a spontaneous applause and lets the girl beam with pride. Like the others she's led away to a backroom.

The last two guys go, then it's my turn. Cindy uncuffs me and leads me to the front of the stage.
„Ladies and gentlemen, here we have another newcomer, a slave only for a couple of weeks, so expect resistance, maybe even misbehaviour. But look at that lovely tits, those lips, made to be wrapped around a cock.“ I'm ordered to turn around, then bend over and spread my asscheeks with my hands. „And that butt. Isn't it calling out to be whipped?“ Some laughter erupts while i turn around again. „But the best thing is how nicely she flushes. A humiliation slut that actually blushes, you just gotta adore that. Now who would pay 1500 bucks to torture and abuse this girl?“
A couple of hands rise and in no time the price is up to five, then six thousand dollars. I'm deeply embarassed and humiliated, but at the same time hoping that the auction lasts much longer, that i will be sold at a high price. The Mistress now spreads my lips, exposing my pink flesh. „C'mon, six thousand for that wet cunt is nothing, who pays more?“
The lady in purple breaks the silence: „Seven!“ she announces, quickly followed by a Master with 7'200. They bid for some time until the guy offers 8'800 and the Mistress obviously thinks that's too much. Damn! Damn! Damn! I already was picturing myself going down on her, burying my face in her pussy, pleasing pleasing pleasing her.
„Nine!“ she finally says. And that's it. I'm sold.