Auction

"While I'm gone," Tim said, eating the sandwiches, Anne had made for him while he was in the shower, "I want you to start cleaning this place. When I get back, I want to see a marked improvement on our home." He'd planned her 'tasks' during the day while he was showering, and he was eager to order her around! It gave him a thrill he hadn't know before...

Anne smiled broadly to him. He'd said 'our home'! 'Our'! "Yes, Master," she simply replied with a warm feeling spreading in her stomach, "where do you want me to start?" She was eating a slice of dark bread with lean ham and peppers. At least it wasn't salad...

"Wherever you feel it's most needed," he told her, quite indifferent. He just wanted the house cleaned...

"But I also want you to take care of yourself," he continued, "shower and shave. I don't want to see hairs below your neck!" She hadn't had time over the last few days to properly groom herself, and he'd felt stubbles on her pussymound last night!

"Yes, Master, I apologise for my tardiness. May I ask something, Master?" she said.

"You may," he gracefully allowed.

"When you say 'below my neck' does that count the hair on my head? I can cut it myself, but I thought you liked it long enough to pull," she said blushing slightly. What she didn't say was that she also enjoyed him pulling it! Her long dirty-blonde hair hung down past her shoulders, and she'd have to cut a fair part off to keep it above her neck...

"Oh," Tim muttered - he hadn't even considered how she could interpret his order... but then again, she had quite a bit more experience in this game than he, "no no! No cutting the hair. I like it as it is, just... arm-pits, legs, pussy... you know..."

"Yes, Master," she replied, "I'm sorry if it was a stupid question."

"Don't worry about it..." he muttered, looking at her with thoughtful eyes, "hmm... what else? Yes, if you get hungry, eat some dark bread or salad - no cheating!"

"Of course not, Master." She wouldn't even think about that. Master had given an order, Master's order would be obeyed.

"If anyone calls, take a message. Don't give away your name, don't tell them about our relationship. I'll tell whoever I feel should know."

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Now, while I eat the rest of my food, I want some entertainment," Tim ordered. A blowjob would be nice but he was afraid he might run late...

"Anything, Master!" Anne said, hoping he'd want some sexual relief. Just sitting naked at the table, eating and being dictated how her day would be made her hot!

"Ten jumping jacks!" Tim commanded with a smile. Anne's eyes got huge - that was certainly not what she expected! - but she quickly got up and, with a embarrassed smile, she crouched down, and jumped as high as she could. Her tits bounced up and down with every jump, and she quickly lost her breath but despite gasping for air, she kept jumping - and bouncing - just to amuse her Master.

"Nine!" she gasped, almost done, so close! "ten! Done, Master!" She sat down on her ass on the floor, trying desperately to catch her breath.

"Nicely done, slave," Tim said as he got up and gave her a quick kiss on her forehead, "I'll be home around four. Be good!"

"Yes, Master," she said answered, trying to breathe normally, "always. For you."

--

Tim worked at the city's largest library, in charge of acquiring new books, and this usually took up all his focus but today, he couldn't care less about new releases or postponed deliveries - all his thoughts seemed to circle about what awaited him at home. What was she doing, what would he make her do when he got home - how would he use her when he got home!

Incredible that he'd never known about this grand, new world of sexual slavery before Jeff showed him the way!

Speaking of Jeff, how did he know of this strange, fascinating world? Hmm...

Tim even considered doing some online research but he figured it probably wasn't a good idea to start googling sexslaves... someone higher up in management might get the wrong idea, should he be discovered. Oh well, he'd have to wait till he got home... and also he had to talk to Jeff!

Sigh... was it only 11 a.m.? This day took forever to get through!

--

At home, Anne was anxiously awaiting Tim's return as well, but she didn't have the luxury to daydream about how he'd take her when he got home. She had duties to take care off and the worst one first: the damn bike!

The 20 minutes she spent on it were at least as hard as the day before, if not worse! Her stiff muscles complained but while she lacked discipline, she certainly didn't lack obedience, so she forced herself to endure it, and the ten minutes of stretching after that. Then she showered, shaved and was finally ready (though very exhausted!) to plan her surprise for her new Master.

She found her suitcase and carefully prepared to welcome him home.

--

When his car pulled into the driveway, he was half an hour late - not that Anne would ever criticise his timing but she'd been a little nervous.

"Welcome home, Master!" were the first words he heard when he shut the door behind him. His new slave was kneeling on the floor in front of him - and what a sight she was! Her long, blonde hair was tussled up in an intricate do a top of her head that looked extremely elegant. She was wearing carefully applied make-up, making her eyes look dark and mysterious. Her cheeks were rouged dark red, her lips dark, almost black.

Most noticeable, however, was the deep, deep cleavage! Her monstrous tits were confined in a bra that effectively mashed them together, creating that mysterious, dark line that men seemed so drawn to. Her dark-blue dress did its best to present her mighty boobs in the best possible way, and in Tim's eyes it certainly succeeded.

"Wow..." he muttered. If she'd been dressed like this, she'd certainly gone for quite a bit more at the auction - and Tim would gladly had paid!

"Do I please you, Master?" she asked with a coquette smile. It was quite clear he liked what he saw!

"Almost..." Tim answered with a crooked smile. That was not the response, Anne had imagined!

"Only 'almost', Master?" she asked, wondering what she'd could have done better. Was her make-up too much? Would he have preferred her naked? Didn't he like tits?

"You seem to be missing something..." Tim explained and found something in his pocket: the reason he was late, something he just had to buy before returning home to his eagerly waiting slut... a collar.

He held it up for her to see, and her breath caught in her throat.

"Annie," he read off the name-tag, then turned it around, "Tim Gordon, 114 Apple Street. This way," he explained, "if I tie you up somewhere and forget you, whoever finds you can bring you back home..."

He was talking about her as if she were a loose dog! God, it was hot! Anne couldn't help but rub her thighs against each other, hoping to get a little friction for her clit...

With shining, eager eyes, she watched him open it, and she willingly offered him her throat when he bowed down to lock it around her neck.

"Anne," he continued, "is the name of an adult, a free woman under her own control; Annie is a little girl who has to do as she's told. So which one are you?"

"Annie!" she exclaimed, aroused beyond control, "I wanna be your little Annie-girl! Please, let me be Annie!" He couldn't help but laugh a little at her eagerness.

"And now, little Annie," he smiled as he locked the sign of his ownership around her neck, "I'm gonna take advantage of your sexual skills..." Once the collar was secured, he reached down and cupped her freely offered breasts.

"Mhm... I was hoping you would, Master! Just tell me where and how!"

It took them about ten minutes to get through the house to the bedroom - they probably could have moved faster but Tim kept stopping them by kissing her, groping her enormous tits or slapping her tempting ass. He hadn't been able to see when she was kneeling but her dress ended a fair bit above her knee, giving him easy access to her spankable ass. Of course that ass was severely enhanced by the high stiletto-heels she was wearing, and the echoing 'clack-clack' that sounded with each step she took only heightened her desirability to the horny Tim.

"Oh, Master," she sighed, as he stopped them right outside the bedroom, took her in his embrace and kissed and licked her neck. It felt nice... she only wondered if he'd do anything... dirty... to her! Almost the instant that thought entered her mind, he bit down on her neck.

"Ah!" she gasped, pain and desire mixing in her confused mind. He chewed on her sensitive skin for a short while before he let go and dragged her into the bedroom.

Not caring how long it took her to set her hair, h grabbed the carefully set-up bun and used it to pull the sexy slut down on her knees, and she eagerly obeyed. On her knees, she immediately went for his jeans, trying to get them up, eager to free the great tool of pleasure she knew was kept there!

"Finding something of interest, little slut?" he laughed as she tugged his pants and down, feeling his hard cock through his boxers.

"God, yes, Master!" she agreed, fondling the mighty cock. His boxers got pulled down as well, finally freeing her new best friend.

"It's so beautiful, Master!" she sighed in reverence as she carefully grasped the soft skin of the hard dick, "so beautiful..."

Tim would never get tired of hearing her praising him but right now he needed her mouth for something else entirely. Still controlling her by his grasp on her hair, he thrust his cock at her mouth, while pulling her head towards it. Naturally, Anne eagerly opened up and started sucking on the sensitive cock.

"Ahh..." Tim sighed, finally getting the pleasure he'd been missing all day. He thrust into her again and again, fucking her face while she happily sucked, slurped and gagged on his proud member.

"Lahgk! Raaag!" she said whenever his cock hit her throat, but she was trained enough not to try to avoid him!

"Ah... missed my cock while I was away?" Tim wondered. As her mouth was currently filled by cock-meat, it was a little difficult to answer, so she just nodded and tried to look happy.

"I missed your mouth around it too," he sighed, his pleasure rising quickly. She didn't answer, only sucked harder in response!

"Ah... but I've missed your other holes as well!" he continued and pulled her face off his cock by his grip in her hair. He then pulled harder, upwards, and she obeyed the wordless order and stood up again. Her scalp was burning, but if Anne even felt it, it only added to her arousal.

"Only where am I gonna fuck you first?" Tim wondered loudly, while guiding her to the bed.

"Wherever Master wishes," Anne answered, completely caught up in her arousal. She wanted him to take her, wanted him badly! Her pussy was burning with need but if he wanted her ass, he could have it. In fact, he could have her any damn way he pleased!

A hard shove sent her down on the bed on her back and knocked some of the air out of her. He was certainly not being gentle with her tonight! She loved it!

"On your back at least," he said, "I'm gonna watch those tits bounce as I fuck you!"

"You like my tits, don't you, Master?" she purred and groped herself, feeling the softness of her huge tits.

He didn't answer, just crawled down between her legs (that she'd spread the moment she landed on her back, ready for her owner's pleasure!) and hiked her skirt up, finding a very naked, very prepared pussy. Soon he pushed her hands away and grasped her tits himself - it was his prerogative to fondle those huge melons! She happily yielded to him and he felt the arousing roundness of her sexy breasts, held in place by her push-up bra.

"Oh, Master..." she sighed, loving his attention. Her dressing up had worked precisely as she'd planned! Oh, if only he'd fuck her soon...

"You want to get fucked, don't you?" he asked her while he squeezed her boobs through her dress and bra.

"Oh yes, Master! I always want to get fucked by you!" she promised.

"And if I want to hurt you while I fuck you, how'd you suggest I do it?" he asked. It seemed like an almost ingenious idea, making her point out how to cause her pain - that should arouse and humiliate her, and give him some good ideas!

"I don't know, Master," she sighed, not really able to think straight with her Master so close, her pussy so exposed... so close to getting what she needed the most: his hard prick inside her!

"Think, slut!" he commanded.

"Mhm..." she murmured, "slap my face, Master, or... pull my hair, or bite me! Or fuck me extremely hard without giving me time to adjust to your huuuge cock..."

"Not bad ideas," Tim muttered and in one hard thrust he hammered himself up into her tight cunt.

"AHH!" she screamed, pain exploding in her neither-regions, "Maaaster! Soooo gooood!" He didn't give her time to rest though, pulling out and forcing his cock back into her as fast and hard as he could. He wanted to hear her cry out in pain and scream in ecstasy.

"Fuuuck me, Master!" she cried. Not that he needed her encouragement but it was still nice to hear... And she couldn't stop herself, whether she wanted to or not!

Just as the poor/happy slavegirl was getting used to the terrible, magnificent onslaught on her cunt, a new pain started in her neck. She hadn't even noticed her master had started kissing her there, but suddenly he bit down on her!

"Ah!" she gasped, her desperately horny mind not at all able to cope with the new wave of pain-pleasure signals emanating from her neck while her pussy was getting pounded into submission. She closed her eyes and just... enjoyed everything her young, inexperienced but still so knowledgeable master did to her.

Tim on the other hand was out of control. He couldn't slow down in her pussy, even if he wanted to, it just felt too good, and his passions seemed to have seized control of him! He didn't realise he had pierced her skin with his teeth, until he suddenly tasted her warm blood! In the back of his mind, he was disgusted with himself, but it just felt so... so nasty!

It wasn't much, just a few drops but the erotic taste spurred him on to greater speeds, more powerful thrusts - more passionate cries from the slut beneath him who was clearly working herself up to an orgasm. Good, he wanted her to cum. He wanted her to be happy with him, wanted her to realise how lucky she was, being owned and fucked by him!

"Master! Master! I'm cum-I'm cuming! Oh, Master! So good, so hot! Oh my God, you're the best, oh Master!" she cried, and her entire body tensed up as pleasure exploded throughout her body.

"Please, Master, please!" she begged, though neither of them knew what she was asking for.

Tim didn't care either way, he kept at it, his growing pleasure getting quite a kick when she came. He hammered into her, knowing he couldn't hold back much longer - and he wanted to get as much out of the time he had left!

"Fuck, you little slut!" he gasped into her neck, though she heard him clearly, "you're such a little painslut, aren't you?" His teeth found her skin again, though lighter than before.

"Yes, Master! Yes, I am! I'm YOUR little painslut!" she cried, pleasure quickly growing in her pussy again - and admitting to be a painslut certainly didn't diminish that!

"Slut!" he muttered.

Acting completely on instinct - his calm, rational self has been buried deep beneath his passions around the time he saw her dressed like a sexy little slut when he came home! - he pulled out of her. With a sold grip of her hair, he pulled her with him up and pushed her down on her knees on the floor. A little disoriented at first, she nevertheless quickly found his pulsating cock with her lips and eagerly, greedily sucked it inside.

Holding onto her head, he began fucking her face, as hard and powerful as he had just fucked her cunt, and soon Anne was trying desperately to breathe around the monster being forced down her throat. She eyes were watering up, and every survival-instinct told her to get off... but she needed to please her master!

Her lips, formed snugly around his cock, her eager tongue teasing his sensitive underside, her throat feeling sooo tight, her gagging and desperate breathing made him feel powerful, in control and even a little evil! It was great!

"Arrgh!" he finally shouted and hammered as deeply into her throat-opening as he could and fired his salty, sticky seed into her. She didn't even get to taste it, she thought regretfully, it just got shot directly into her stomach.

"God..." Tim sighed, still with his cock lodged deep in his slave's throat.

"Glurk, Mlarkrer?" she gagged, hoping he'd pull out of her soon!

"What?" he asked and let go of her head. She jerked her head backwards, getting off his still-hard cock.

"I said," she gasped, trying to catch her breath, "good, Master?" She looked up at him, wanting to hear him tell her how awesome she was.

"It was... it was fantastic!" her master told her, "and you look so great! Well, maybe not now," he added, looking down on her face. Her make-up was smeared, tears had ruined her carefully painted eyes, and her lip-stick seemed mostly to be on her cheeks - and his cock!

She laughed, happy to please him, happy that she'd succeeded!

"Thank you, Master," she beamed.

"You know," he said, "we need a new standing order... I like what you did today, so... you are always to greet me when I come home, as sexy as you can!"

"Yes, Master! Thank you, Master!"

"And you are to wear heels at all times from now on!"

"Yes, Master. Ehh... even to bed?"

Tim had to think about that for a second. He wasn't too eager to withdraw an order but he had to admit, stilettos in bed was probably a bad idea.

"No... at all times, except in the bed!" he declared.

"Ehm... Master, your bathtub is kinda slippery..."

"Okay, okay!" Tim exclaimed, "not when showering, bathing or sleeping!"

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry I'm being difficult, Master," Anne apologised, now sorry that she had disappointed her master. She should have raised these objects later, she realised, when her master wasn't so proud of having made-up commands. She had to be gentle with him!

"Don't worry about it. Just make sure, the first thing you do when you get out of the tub or bed: Heels!"

"Yes, Master. Your wish is my command!"

--

"It's Jeff," Jeff answered his phone.

"Hey, mate, it's Tim. Got a minute?" Tim asked. Anne was in the kitchen, cooking and Tim had found the need to call his friend quite urgent. He needed to know what Jeff knew about all this slavery-stuff...

"Eh, sure," Jeff responded. He had a fairly good idea what this was about - the auction, and the enormous mistake Tim had made that night. And now he needed help to get out of it...

"How about a beer at Martin's?" Tim suggested. They often went to that pub - though rarely on weeknights.

"Tonight... ehh, sure," Jeff agreed.

"Cheers. See you there at seven?"

--

Tim's lasagne was good - Anne's salad less so, perhaps, but she enjoyed it. Only one thing was bothering her... (well, aside from her arousal that hadn't weakened since her master unloaded in her throat!), what was this Jeff gonna say to her master? She remembered meeting him briefly, and he certainly hadn't approved of Tim buying her!

"Master," she started, "can I ask you something?"

Tim - who'd been lost in his own thoughts - looked at her. "Sure..."

She got up and knelt down next to his chair: "Please don't let your friend talk you into giving me up, Master. Please, please! I just know he'll try to make you get rid o me!" She pleaded with him and looked so desperate and pathetic that Tim couldn't help himself.