An auctioneer's last item

Postby putasockinit2 » Sat May 14, 2016 9:02 am

The whole place fell silent for a moment, as the next item up for auction was brought in. She said nothing as she was made to kneel before the crowd of intrigued punters. A rope around her neck with a strand dangling down her body in the middle of her breasts when it was let go. Her wrists bound behind her, tightly but with rope. A black, revealing, fishnet style lingerie top clothed the top half of her body. Her arms were bare and a skimpy black thong. She looked at the floor, obediently. Her dark brown hair dangled down her body delicately to her mid back. She had me immediately intrigued.

"Katriana Swann everybody. 22 years old, good condition. She is willing to offer herself up as a slave for your desires. She is incredibly kinky and is willing for anything. She requested herself to be sold at this secret auction and we certainly dont like to dissapoint."

I glanced around the dimly lit room whilst taking a sip from my pint of beer. The purchases before this had not been quite so big before. Contraband watches, jewellery, alcohol. Stuff that would normally be expensive, auctioned off in a room for usually cheaper than it would cost to buy. Nobody asked questions as to how it was acquired.

We were in the basement of the local pub, a soundproof hidden room in case anyone found out what went on here. There were approximately 15 other people in the room, mostly aging couples looking for a cheap profit or a hobby to share together. This for many was the type of hobby they could share...but i wasnt fond of sharing.

"We start the bidding at 150." The man at the front of the stage answered before a couple of signs went up at intervals. I looked accross at her on the stage where she stared at the ground obediently. I took a quick swig of dutch courage before i put my small board up.

"3000"

The room paused in a shocked gasp. Nobody had bid our own secret currency that high before. There were mutters.

"3000? That is an extremely generous offer from the man at the bar. Can anyone hear push him a little more? Going once...twice...three times...sold. That as far as im aware is a record bid and concludes tonight's auction. Thank you." The bald man at the front concluded, stepping down into the muttering congregation whilst i downed the rest of my drink wuickly, slamming the glass on the counter before i walked towards the stage.
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Re: An auctioneer's last item

Postby putasockinit2 » Sat May 14, 2016 9:13 am

As i tugged on the rope dangling from her neck she rose to her feet. I could now see she had tan stockings and black suspenders on her legs. She looked up at me for the first time, curious. Without saying a word, we left through the alternative stairs to the left of the stage. The sound of mutterings amongst the drone of chatter echoed behind us with each step. Once we rewched the top of the stairwell, i opened the hatch and helped her out into the eerie moonlit countryside, a few hundred meters from the pub. We were on the side of a scarcely used country lane, narrow and winding. I covered the hatch over with the same wooden planks that had been covering it before i walked her to my car, parked in a field a few hundred meters more west.

"I expect you are thirsty."

"Yes sir...I am." She smiled, gratefully receiving the half a bottle of water i had given her to drink by hand.

"There we go."

"Thank you master, and thank you for buying me. This is my first feeling of being owned. Its peculiar." She smiled.

"And you are sure you want this? Fake money doesnt matter to me if you are not happy."

"Yes master. I sold my possessions, ive spent the past 2 days in that basement. I feel i am ready to do this."

"Great. Because you look to be exactly what i need." I smiled before i untied her hands and retied them in front. Her rope collar and lead were then removed before i opened the door to a dog cage i had in the back.

"Get in please." I smiled before helping her as she clambered inside, like a dog. Once inside i shut the door and padlocked it. "Lets get you home." I smiled as she curled up to rest. The cage was quite cramped but she didnt seem to mind. I placed a curtain over the cage, shut the door and drove off. I was intrigued.
'Too many friends and not enough true friends'
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Stuck between wanting to quit and wanting to stay...

Re: An auctioneer's last item

Postby barelylewis » Sat May 14, 2016 3:35 pm

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