Auction

"You shouldn't worry," he assured her, "I'm having too much fun with you to give you up!"

"Thank you, Master!" she sighed in relief and was about to get back up to her plate, when he held a hand out and stopped her.

"It's not a slave's place to advice her master about who he should and shouldn't listen to, is it?" he asked.

"No... no, of course not, Master," she honestly replied, seeing how she'd overstepped her bounds. Tim nodded approvingly, reached over the table, took her plate and put it down next to his chair.

"You'll eat down there, then."

"Yes, Master, thank you, Master," she buried her face in her plate, humiliated and even more aroused.

It wasn't easy eating like a dog but she managed to do so without spilling too much out on the floor. She supposed she was getting the hang of it...

"I think it would be the easiest if you drove me... then I could call and you'd come pick me up. No need for a cab if I get a little too much to drink this way," he said.

"Yes, Master," she replied, looking up at him. He'd allowed her to use a little dressing for her salad tonight, and it showed - her face was smeared with little green bits in the sticky white paste.

"You look beautiful!" he laughed, and she blushed before returning to her plate.

--

"So, what's up, man?" Jeff asked as Tim said down next to him.

"Well... not quite the usual," Tim smiled.

"I can imagine," Jeff nodded and took a sip of his beer, "I told you it was a bad idea to buy that broad! But we can-"

"Bad idea!?" Tim exclaimed, cutting off Jeff, "it was the smartest I've ever done - including divorcing Mary!"

"What?!"

"How could it be a bad idea? I have a maid," he said and started counting the advantages off on his fingers, "a cook, a driver - and I never knew sex could be like that!"

"Eh..."

"I mean, she's doing things I'd never even dreamt off - just to please me!" Tim tried to explain.

"But... you're playing her master then?" Jeff asked, "how's that working out?"

"Well... this might sound strange but... I don't think I'm playing, you know?"

"So you're her master then?" Jeff asked with disbelief in his voice. Tim only shrugged.

"Well, what did you want to talk about? I assumed I was here because you needed help getting rid of a mistake..." Jeff wondered.

"Well, I was wondering... what do you know about... all this? Slaves and masters? 'Cause it seems you do..."

"Oh..." Jeff sat back, wondering what to say. How much did Tim already know?

"Yes...Tell me!"

Jeff sat back, still thinking whether he should tell Tim or not.

"Now!" Tim demanded. The last couple of days with the docile Anne had made him used to get his way.

"Alright, alright! I'm a... member of the club that hosted the auction the other day," Jeff explained.

"So... so you're a... master yourself?" Tim asked, eyes wide. This was certainly news to him! He had a little trouble with imagining Jeff taking charge of another person! Sure, he was energetic but he just wasn't... responsible. Then again, Jeff probably didn't see him (Tim) as the kind of guy who took such pleasure from giving orders.

"No," Jeff blushed and looked down, "the other end of the scope."

"A... a slave?" Tim was even more confused now.

"No... not really. I mean," Jeff blushed even more, "maybe, with the right dom, you know? But for now, I'm more what they call a sub..."

"Wow... really?"

"You have no idea how sexy it is to submit to a strong woman who just wanna use you for her pleasure!" Jeff declared, still looking embarrassed but now also with a sense of pride in his eyes.

"So I know what I'm talking about... and I think you should think about it before you get too involved with this woman."

"I think I already am 'too involved' with her," Tim rejected his friend's concerns "but... well, who do you... play with, if you don't have a... what's the female version of a master? Mistress?"

Jeff shrugged, "some call themselves Mistress, yeah. You remember that blonde chick in latex you were busy staring at at the auction? The one wearing latex?"

Tim blushed slightly - had he been that obvious? - but nodded.

"That's Lady Elizabeth - she dresses like that sometimes. I've been with her a couple of times, mostly at the club. I'd love to be her slave but... I dunno, she won't do more than a couple of hours' play. Then there have been some random doms at the club - and even some couples - but... nothing serious."

"Couples?" Tim asked, almost in shock. Was Jeff GAY?

"Heh, yeah. In the heat of the moment, everything goes, right?" Jeff smiled a little wistfully, seeing Tim's shocked expression.

"No, I'm not gay. I'd never do anything with just a guy, it wouldn't turn me on. But... well, there's something hot about having a man and wife use me," Jeff looked challenging at Tim, daring him to be disgusted, to say something. Tim was diplomatic - and respectful - enough not to, though.

"Whatever floats your boat, I guess. It's just... well, it's kinda surprising, you know?"

"Yeah. But then, so is finding out you enjoy having a sexslave to own and control 24/7..." Jeff countered.

"True, true..."

--

Three rounds of beer later, Tim asked: "So tell me more about this Elizabeth."

"Oh, she's perfect!" Jeff exclaimed, "pretty face, wonderful body, devious mind - the whole package!"

"Why aren't you with her, then?"

"I dunno, man! She doesn't have a steady sub - then again, she doesn't need one. Most of the subs at the club love to let her use them."

"Sounds like you're love-struck, man!" Tim giggled - to which Jeff could only nod.

"How's this club of yours working then? The doms take their pick of the subs and go have fun? What happens to the subs who don't get chosen?" Tim wondered.

"No, no, it's not like that at all, "Jeff tried to explain. Tim clearly had no idea about the BDSM-scene as a whole. Probably not that odd, considering the one-sided crash-course he'd had with Anne.

"It's... well, I assume it's kinda like a swing-club?" Jeff tried to explain, "you try to find partners you're... compatible with, you know?"

"I... I guess."

"So if a dom I didn't care for wanted to be with me, I'd just tell her no. She'd have to respect that..." Jeff continued, feeling like he was teaching D/S 101 to a student.

"Okay..."

"Then again, if I do accept, she can do whatever she wants with me - unless I tell her the safeword, after which the fun stops, and she has to back off. Some of the ladies are quite hard, there's one called Linda who I've only been with once, and never will again! But I don't think anyone's ever used the safeword with Lady Elizabeth."

Tim didn't know if it was deliberate that Elizabeth got the title and Linda didn't, but he assumed it was how Jeff thought of them.

--

It was past ten when Tim finally did call for Anne - who'd been a nervous wreck since she'd dropped him off. Sure, he'd assured her he'd keep her but so had her former master! What if this Jeff convinced him anyway?

She'd done her best to be useful while he was away - cleaning the kitchen and preparing a late (very late!) supper for him when he did come home. And of course, she'd refreshed her make-up, making herself sexy for him again. She'd show him what he'd be missing if he did send her away!

Tim was rather inebriated when she met him at the pub's parking-lot - and so was Jeff.

"Now, look at these," Tim said and drunkenly fondled her tits the moment he got into the frontseat. They were quite noticeable in the thin blouse she wore, "why would anyone give up a pair like these?"

Anne blushed - though it no one could see in the dark - and Jeff looked a little uncomfortable. He didn't particular like to see subs treated in such a demeaning way - he'd been on the receiving end too often.

"Thank you, Master," Anne said quietly.

"We're gonna drop off Jeff here," Tim nodded towards his best friend, "then I gotta get you back into bed!" Tim grinned lecherously and grabbed her thigh.

"Yes, Master," Anne answered. The fact that Jeff was hearing Tim's obvious plans for her made her a little uncomfortable - and quite hot! Jeff, however, it just made uncomfortable.

"Well, good to know someone's living it up," Jeff muttered annoyed. It felt like Tim was rubbing it in that he got what he wanted while he (Jeff) was still pinning for his lady. Perhaps it was Tim's way of dealing with all the new, strange truths Jeff had told him that night, perhaps it felt good to be the one with the admiring girl for once... no matter what, Jeff didn't really like it, and he was glad when he could get out of the car and say goodnight ten minutes later (after Tim had guided Anne to Jeff's place, still grasping her heavy thigh).

"See you later," he said as he got out. Tim nodded and waved. Then: "have a good night, Anne."

"Don't worry, I will, Sir Jeff," Anne replied with a happy little smile, feeling the heat from Tim's hand on her thigh.

--

"God, I need you!" Tim exclaimed as he pushed Anne down on her back on his bed. As always, she was more than ready, having been hoping for a second round since Tim finished in her mouth several hours ago.

"Me too, Master, please use me!" she sighed and hiked the dress up, freeing her lower parts for his pleasure. She spread her legs, eagerly allowing him access to anything he wanted - and he knew very well what he wanted. Her hairless pussy looked very inviting to the drunken, horny man. A few quick moments later, he'd freed his cock from his pants and boxers and presented it proudly for her.

"Oooh, Master!" she cooed in admiration, "all that for me?"

He nodded, as always pleased with her praise and dropped to his knees between her spread legs. There wasn't much in the way of foreplay, not that it was needed. The way Tim just pushed her down, knowing without doubt she'd do as he wanted, made her so wet!

Tim didn't even slow down to make sure she was 'ready'. The alcohol made him feel powerful, and her honest submission only fuelled that feeling. Guiding his hard cock to her small slit, he grinned when he felt how her pussy was drooling its juices.

"You're quite the little slut, aren't you?" he demanded, his voice a little slurred.

"Uh-huh, Master," she sighed, feeling his delicious cock against her lips, "I'm your little slut. Will you please, please fuck your little slut?" God, Anne wanted him so much! Even when he was drunk and rude, he was so arousing! And so good for her bruised and battered ego. Leaving his cock juuust at her entrance was so cruel, though, so arousingly cruel! She wanted nothing more than to take it inside but she was better trained than that. If Master wanted to fuck her, Master would fuck her. It was not her place to take the initiative.

Tim didn't answer her - not with words, at least. Instead he pushed forward, giving her what she so desperately needed. Her soft, very well-lubricated cunt yielded to him, and she sighed deeply, his mighty cock scraping against her overly-sensitive pussy-walls, sending waves of pleasure to her.

"Oh, yes, Master!" she gasped, when he pulled out again. She wrapped her legs around his ass, pulling him into her when he thrusted forward again, trying to get him in as far as possible!

"Oooh!" she sighed in delight when his pubic-bone rested against hers again.

He'd had some vague plans about having her beg him to fuck her, even ask him to hurt her - but his self-control wasn't the best right now. Drunk and horny as he was, he just wanted to fuck!

He forced his cock into her again and again, eagerly aided by her strong legs. He never really found a good rhythm, and he didn't really care. She did though - every time she was on the verge of orgasm he'd slow down or speed up, and that one golden moment kept eluding her!

"Oh! Oh! Oh, Master!" she moaned, as she for the third time was almost at the peak. She was almost there, oh yes, oh yes, oh ye-

"Ahhhh!" he suddenly grunted and pushed into her in one swift thrust - and came! Pure pleasure ran through his body for a brief second before he collapsed, falling down on his slave's soft bosom.

"Oh, Master," she sighed, desperate for just a little more, just a tiny bit! But her owner was well on his way to dreamland, and even horny as she was, she couldn't... do it herself, not without her master's approval!

"Oh God..." the distraught slave sighed when Tim rolled off her. Nevertheless, the good slave did her duty. She wrapped her lips around her master's shrinking cock, cleaning her and his juices off it - perhaps she lingered a bit longer than necessary, but Master probably wouldn't blame her for being extra thorough, would he? But despite her best efforts, it didn't come back to life, didn't rise up for him to fuck her with again.

"Ah..." her master sighed when she regretfully released it.

"Thank you for using me for your pleasure, Master," she said quietly to her sleeping owner. Some might have taken it ironically, but Anne meant what she said. Being useful made her happy, even if she didn't get her... reward.

Despite being quite tired herself, Anne couldn't go to sleep yet. Even if Master seemed to have forgotten, she hadn't - she still needed her twenty minutes on the bike before bed!

She wanted to get in shape for her new owner, and she feared the threat he'd uttered should she try to cheat: freedom.

--

Except for Tim's hangover, the next morning followed the same pattern as the one before: Anne made breakfast and ate in the nude and entertained her master - this morning with push-ups.

"Anne," he said, using her 'real' name, "I'm eh... I'm sorry if I... if I said or did something last night. I had a little to drink, and..." She had just finished her 'morning exercise' and was eating her dark, somewhat boring, bread.

"You don't need to apologise, Master!" Anne interrupted him, not at all liking that he felt he had to. "You never need to apologise! You're my master, and you can do with me as you please, talk about me and to me as you please." She looked earnestly at him from across the table, wanting to make him feel good about himself again.

"Yeah, alright. But still..." he tried again.

"Master, please understand... I'm not your girlfriend, I'm not your lover. I'm your slave, and if it pleases you to use me in front of your friends, I want that. If you want to fuck me, I want that. If you want to humiliate me or slap me while your friend watches, it'll turn me on! Please understand, Master: you can use me however you want!

I only ask that you call me Annie. It's the slavename you gave me, and it's the only name I want," she pleaded with him.

A little surprised by her outburst, Tim had to think about it for a while. Then he nodded.

"Annie... suck my cock - and make it fast!" He pushed his chair away from the table and opened his pants, letting his semi-hard dick out. He had less than ten minutes before he had to leave for work.

Anne scurried down on her knees in front of him and without much ado, she took his hardening manhood in her mouth. Knowing she was in a hurry, she focused on his head, sucking it, teasing it with her tongue, giving it as much pleasure as possible. She wrapped her hand around his hard shaft, and started jacking him off, quickly finding a good rhythm.

"Ah, yes..." Tim sighed, as he relaxed and let his expert cocksucker do her job. It didn't take long before the pleasant tingling started deep within his loins, and he couldn't help but thrust up a little bit every time she her head and hand stroked downwards.

"That's my little slut," he mumbled, "suck my cock, be a good little slave. Ahh... does Annie want some cock? Oh yeah, right there, suck me, suck me! Suck, you little slut!" It felt good! Soon Tim lost his precious control, and he began thrusting harder and harder up, while she went deeper and deeper, though she kept teasing his head.

"Yeah, slut, suck me! This is how you want it, isn't it? You wanna be on your knees, servicing me! Hah! Well, alright, take my cock, then, suck it!"

Anne was quickly getting quite hot herself - she'd love to play with her clit while she sucked him off, and she'd probably cum pretty fast too, but she had to stay focused on his pleasure! She didn't know how much time she'd left, and it felt like a test... a test she had to pass!

"Fuck! God, it feels good! Oh yes, suck me, take it all!" Tim gasped, the pleasure quickly rising. He knew he couldn't hold back much longer, and for a second he considered pulling out and jacking off in her face, but he decided against it. This was her special time, and she should be allowed to make him cum, all by herself.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum in your mouth! How does that feel, being a cum-dump for your master? I bet it feels GOOOOD!" He shouted the last word, as his entire body tensed in a burst of shining pleasure. Anne had been prepared and kept the head in her mouth - this time she wanted to taste her master's glorious load!

"Ahhh!" he sighed, and finally Anne milked that sexy, sticky sperm from his cock. It blasted out of him in four waves, and she easily caught each one as she kept sucking. She swallowed some of the sticky load, but kept the lion's share in her mouth, playing with the valuable drops.

"So good, Master!" she exclaimed, mouth full of cum, as she released his still hard (and now very clean) cock.

"Eh? Oh. Thanks," Tim said, still a little dazed. It had felt so good.

She swallowed loudly and proudly showed him her empty mouth, proving that nothing had escaped her.

"Ehh... Annie," Tim said, getting up and ready to go... "Did you... did you like what I said to you?" He didn't know why he asked, only that he was afraid he might have gone too far. At the same time it had felt so arousing to put her down like that while she was doing her best to give him pleasure.

"It was great, Master!" she smiled, "if I hadn't been so focused on getting you off, I'd have rubbed myself to a couple of cums!"

He laughed bashfully at that but still stood a little taller.

"If you want, you can feel my pussy, Master. It's dripping!"

"No, no, I believe you..." he smiled.

"You always make me so horny, Master. That's why I'm always so ready for you..."

With that he left, smiling a silly, proud grin.

--

Besides arousal - which was a given, considering everything - Anne felt a great sense of relief as her master left for work. He seemed to be struggling a little with his new position as owner of another human being but with her help, guidance and complete and utter submission he should find his way as a great master. He certainly enjoyed himself while using her!

She couldn't help but smile as she recalled his eager, humiliating words to her as she sucked him off. So hot!

Now, she just had to get through the day with a pussy aching for his touch!

"First thing first," she sighed and went into the exercise-room to her Nemesis: that damn bike!

--

Over the following days the unusual couple found a routine. She'd make sure he was well-satisfied (usual with her mouth) before he left for work, then they'd work through the day - her with trying to make his bachelor-pad liveable, him with his job - while they both kept an eye on the clock, both very eager for him to come home again.

When he finally did arrive, she would be waiting for him, just like he'd commanded her to. Push-up bra, low-cut tops, skirts, make-up, hair, Annie had to spend at least an hour everyday in front of the mirror, lovingly dolling herself up for her man and master's return, hoping to get his approval.

And she always did!

Him coming home usually heralded good times in the bedroom.