I knelt, trembling slightly, at the feet of the man who had just bought my body for the next 48 hours. 'My master', I suppose I should think of him now.

I couldn't quite come to terms with the decision I'd made to come to a foreign city, put myself up anonymously for auction, but I was here now and, though intensely intimidated by my situation (my predicament?), I knew I could not get out of it. To give over complete control to whoever outbid the dozens of other men eyeing my body as though it were a thing, an inanimate object to be used for their pleasure!

I began to internally berate myself for my foolishness until, coming back to the moment, his voice ordering me to tell him about myself, while acknowledging my request that my identity remain secret, calmed me slightly.

The snug weight of the collar, its leash leading to my new master's hand who held it casually and self-assuredly, aroused me too: I felt a shiver down my back that was not entirely due to my fear. Composing myself, I answered,
"Master, I... I don't quite know how much to tell, but I'm 19, I study in England. I have a good life, a loving family and a wonderful boyfriend. But the problem is I crave something more, that my boyfriend can't give me."

Movement out of the corner of my eye distracted me, and I turned to see the end of my leash being wrapped around his hand, his grip tightening. My hand flew up to my collar instinctively, and I fingered the small padlock at the back, reinforcing to me the inescapability of my situation. Rubbing my neck still, I saw that my master had a half-grin and was looking expectantly at me.
"Well, slave?"
"I want to serve and be dominated by a strong man such as you, master. But I want to remain totally anonymous. If anyone found out..." I trailed off quickly, then hung my head, partly out of embarrassment and partly because I wasn't sure what else to do.