Pheeeew! I'm glad to hear that the auction is only once a year. I was really worried she would put me on auction again some time soon. Not that it was all bad, but it definitely was too much.
Anyway, now i'm here with her and that's what counts. It's all i want, all i need. I had hoped i could stay with her some more, but she's away on business. The rest of the week is uneventful, apart from the fact that i get a warning by my boss to concentrate more on the job again. He asks me whether i have problems with my boyfriend. My boyfriend? It seems like a hundred years since i caught that jerk cheating on me. He's not even history anymore.
Saturday i pack the maid's uniform to clean her apartment wearing it but Charon wants to go on a shopping spree.

When Mistress stops at a tattoo parlor, i'm almost freaking out. No! No friggin' tattoo! So far i have never seen a tattoo in all my life that i liked. I don't want some crap inked into my skin for the rest of my life! But when i look at Mistress pleadingly she doesn't even pay attention. Finally she bribes the guy into doing it and i undress. Spreading my legs and exposing my pussy has by now become rather normal. It's not my pussy anymore anyway, according to Mistress. "You're merely looking after it for me, like you look after the rest of your body for me. It all is my property" she said once.
The tattoing hurts, but not too bad. I'm aware that my lips are moist and i'm equally aware that both the tattoo artist and Charon see that i'm aroused.
Finally i can look at the tat in the mirror. It's just WOW!!! Uber-cool. I open and close my legs and can't take my eyes from it until Mistress orders me to put on my clothes again.

During the following shopping and especially while walking i'm constantly on the brink of an orgasm, the rope, the sweet pain from the fresh tattoo and of course the thought of that beautifull butterfly adorning my pussy are almost too much.
Mistress is unstoppable, she buys me dresses and shoes and stuff, all sexy, some of them almost indecent. Then she directs me to that adult shop and has me walking around naked in the shop to show off the harness. I flush a little when i see the people staring at me in the harness, but Mistress' approving looks make it easy to forget about that.
When we head out again i'm just the happiest person on earth.
She bought me a collar!!! Whoohooo!!!
Unfortunately she doesn't let me wear it on the way home, but instead inserts that butt plug. Walking isn't easy anymore, but we arrive soon enough at her place. I expect her to jump onto me right away, but she wants to go out clubbing. In that latex dress where my pussy lips and slit are neatly displayed, especially with the harness pushing them outward. And nipple clamps, attached to the collar for everybody to see. Well, how about writing "slave" on my forehead? That would be more or less the same. But to my surprise, it doesn't bother me. Well, not too much anyway. So what if people realize i'm Mistress' slave? It's what i am, it's what i want to be, if she wants to present me to the whole world as being her slave, then that's it. It's just perfect the way it is.

While dancing she kisses me often and passionately and my pussy is soaked in my juices underneath the latex. I'm as horny as can be. At the time we leave i'm only hornyness, all my body is screaming for sex, sex and more sex.
Back in her appartment she puts me in the harness naked and cuffs my hands to it on my back. Then she roughly throws me on the bed, face up, and fucks herself on my face like she did the night we met for the first time. However, this time running away doesn't even cross my mind. I'm her fucktoy, after all.