“Well, you only have yourself to blame. But we’ll have her, I know it. Craig’s going to try to get her into the next auction. Which, as you’ll remember, is only four days away.” He thought for a moment that the phone had been cut off until he heard the heavy breathing from the other end. He knew then that Jason, just like himself, was dreaming of their home being filled and their world complete. No more hunting for a submissive and finding nothing but money-hungry bitches. At least in this situation they knew the costs. Some might find it a repulsive situation. But he loved the honesty of it now he thought about it. Everything was up-front, and everyone knew the score.
“Jason, I want you to remember, this may not work out. So don’t go getting your hopes up.”
“Yes, Michael, I know. Nothing in life is guaranteed. But my hopes are already up, so let’s just focus on the goal. What did you mean about Craig has to get her to commit to the auction? I thought he was introducing you to slaves.”
“Well, it’s a long story.” Michael described the night in detail from everything he saw to the conversations he’d had, both with Grace and Craig. He also told him about Scott and his interest.
“Grace…I love that name. It brings the image of angels to mind. So a slave hidden in Domme’s clothing, wow! Michael, that makes me so hot. You sure know how to pick ’em! But seriously, I must admit, she sounds great. I would never have thought you’d be interested in someone so completely untrained and new to the Lifestyle. Are you prepared for us to take on such a huge challenge?”
“Yes, I’m looking forward to it, actually, which surprises me, too! If she was trained, she wouldn’t be available. No one in their right mind would let her go.”
Craig considered his options on how to approach Grace. He knew she was no shrinking violet. The direct approach would suit her best. He had a chuckle to himself. If she became Michael and Jason’s slave, he’d finally be able to watch the smug, superior control Michael was famous for falter. This sub would give him a run for his money.
“Grace, thank you for waiting.”
“Mr. Blackwell, let me jump right in before you start. I came to a realization while looking around the club.” She took a deep breath…“Maybe a slave role might fit me! However, I have a few things I want to discuss with you. Firstly, my need for control, I’m not sure how that will fit with the role of a slave.”
“Grace, have you thought that your need for control may be a side effect of you always having to take control and your lack of trust in others regarding your safety?”
“Obviously I’m either easier to read than I thought or you’re an excellent judge of people’s innermost feelings.”
“Grace, people are my business. I try to understand them, better than they do themselves sometimes. So I can cater to their desires before they even know they have them. That skill has made me a very rich man.”
“Look, I accept you may be right. It has been necessary in my life to date to take control, but either way, it still exists.”
Craig lifted Grace’s chin, forcing her to look directly into his eyes. “Take the chance, Grace, trust me, and let me prove to you this path will suit you.
“I’ll show you a sample slave contract. You can see for yourself that you’re free to walk out of the arrangement at any time and your safety and well-being is protected. Your owner cannot permanently alter or mark your body in any way without your written consent. Should your owner push you beyond what you feel is safe, either physically or emotionally, you only need to contact the club and we will immediately have you removed.”
“We have a safeguard in place where you’re required to contact us every week to ensure you are well and content. Owners suffer great penalties for any misdeeds and are thoroughly checked and monitored by our group before being able to bid at any auction. It’s a safer situation than if you were to find a partner yourself and move in together.”
Grace’s mind immediately flashed to Master Michael. To be owned by a man like him, now that would be an experience. “Sandra discussed slave auctions with us. Is that what you think would suit me best?”
“Yes, Grace, I don’t believe you could willingly select your owner. If you did, it would then give you a belief of choice, which would make you feel in control of the relationship. You would then see yourself as the dominant partner. It’s unavoidable.”
“So in other words, I would always see myself as in control because I selected them and could never truly submit to someone of my choosing.”
“Yes.”
Grace pondered the idea. But how could she take the risk of not choosing her partner? What if she didn’t like them? “What kind of Masters or Owners, whatever you call them, would be bidding? I know I don’t get to select the owner, but I’d like to have an idea of the types of people who’d be bidding.”
Craig forced himself not to smile. He had her. All he had to do now was reel in the bait, and she’d be fully hooked. “Well…I normally don’t disclose this type of information. However, you are unique…You remember being introduced to Master Scott and Master Michael?” Craig watched Grace’s eyes flare at the mention of Michael’s name.
“Yes, would they be bidding in the auction?”
Craig could see that Grace tried miserably to hide her enthusiasm. Allowing a sly smirk to slip, he delayed his response.
“Yes, they’re both looking for a slave and will be participating in the next auction. However, I’m not sure you’ll be ready by then.”
Grace shuddered at the idea of Master Michael purchasing someone else, and a wave of jealously and panic flooded through her. She couldn’t allow that to happen. Not if she could do anything about it, anyway. “When is the next slave auction?”
“In four days.”
Grace quickly thought through the situation. She had only just accepted the idea that she could be a slave. Did she really want to jump into it so quickly? “What’s required for me to be ready for auction?”
He was pleased. He would do everything in his power to make sure she was ready. “First, you’ll require a full medical and security check. These reports have to be given to and checked by the club before either party can participate. You’ll be provided with your owners’ documents before the slave contract is signed. You’ll also need to confirm you’re on some form of birth control.
“At the end of the auction you’ll be required to immediately move in with your owner and be available for twenty-four-seven service. That will require you to not have a job or a home to take care of.”
“I quit my job just before my divorce. I wanted a change of career, out with the old, in with the new. I could arrange for my apartment to be sublet. However, I would need some time each month to take care of my financial interests. There is also my family. Would I still be able to contact them and even see them?”
“Some owners will not allow you any personal time, but all will allow you contact with your family, within moderation. As you are completely untrained, your buyer would make some allowances, and to ensure there are no misunderstandings, we’ll put a clause in your slave contract for personal time once a month, say half a working day.”
Running through his mental list for Grace, Craig realized she would still need at least one day of training and education before the auction. “Very well, Grace, if you want to participate in the next auction, you’ve three days to complete the arrangements and finalize your personal affairs for the next six months. I want you here with your bags packed the day before the auction. You’ll need to spend some time at the club, being trained by Master Dan Thomson. He’s one of our most experienced dungeon Masters, and he’ll educate you in the Lifestyle and get you prepared as best we can on such short notice.”
“We have a deal, Mr. Blackwell.”
“Call me Master Craig. From this point on you’ll be called Slave Grace, until such time as your owner names you.” His voice had lowered and strengthened.
“Very well…Master Craig. I have heaps to do, so I’ll leave
you now, if I may.” Grace stood to leave. What the hell have I got myself into? Shit…I have no idea if I can pull this off. Me, a slave, I mean how archaic and barbaric is that? But let’s face it, girl, you’re excited by the thought of being a slave. Imagine a strong Master who’ll care for you while he uses you for his every pleasure. You’ll have no choices, no pressures, and no worries. Your only concern will be your Master’s happiness and fulfillment. In reality you’re about to be a kept woman. Hey! I could definitely do that for six months.
“Good-bye, Slave Grace. I’ll see you soon.” He watched Grace leave the club with a smug smile on his face. He just loved orchestrating people’s lives. It gave him a sense of being the puppet Master. Now who’s the next puppet on my list? He snickered to himself.
Chapter Five
Grace had spent the last twenty-four hours learning more than she ever wanted to know about being a slave. She’d learnt slave positions, what a Master expected from her, and about the BDSM lifestyle in general. Such as safe words, and safe practices with regard to bondages and restraints. She had no idea bondage could be so dangerous if done incorrectly.
After a restless sleep in a sumptuous guest room in the private section of the club, she was ready. It’s auction day. I’m selling myself in a few hours. Hold on, that doesn’t sound right. She’d spent the last two hours getting her body polished and her hair and nails done by the in-house beauty therapist. She knew she looked good, even with the minimum of clothing slaves were expected to wear.
Grace was dressed in a sexy white lace corset, tiny panties, garter belt, and stockings matched with white high heels. She looked like a virginal vixen about to be sacrificed.
She felt strange to be wearing only underwear. Her breasts were pushed up for maximum cleavage and her waist tucked in by the corset. There was nothing more to do. She was ready. At the knock on her door, she opened it to find Dungeon Master Dan. He held out his hands, waiting for her luggage.
“These will be given to your new owner after the auction. Are you ready, Slave Grace?”
“Yes, Master Dan. I can’t wait.” Truth be told, she was terrified. Would she end up with a nasty or abusive Master? What if she wasn’t attracted to him at all? What if he was some greasy sleaze? She reminded herself that she could walk out of the contract at any time. She also knew each bidder was medically and security checked and that they were all members of the club. They also had been vetted completely and had undergone all the extra checks and tests Master Craig insisted on before they could become slave owners.
Swallowing the lump in her throat and lowering her head, she left the safety of her room. I can do this, I can do this. I am a strong, capable woman. I may not know any martial arts, but in a bind I can fight dirty. I may be short, but I’m scrappy. Okay, breathe, Grace, breathe…
They walked along the corridor and down the stairs to the main floor of the club, which had been transformed for the auction. The dance floor had been covered by a huge Persian carpet and set with chairs facing the stage, which was decorated with layers of sheer draped fabric resembling an Arabian bazaar. Tonight was an invitation-only members’ night, so as she looked around she noticed there were very few people. Grace was escorted to a small room off from the stage with the other slaves up for auction. She noticed that there were both female and male slaves in the room. She sat between a male slave and Slave K whom she’d meet yesterday while in training.
“Darling, you look nervous. Let me guess, first time?” the male slave asked.
“Yes, is it so obvious? I’m really worried this is a big mistake.”
“Don’t worry, darling. Getting to this point is the hardest part. After this, you don’t have very many decisions to make.”
“I know. I just hope I get a good Master, someone right for me.”
“You could always get a Mistress.”
“Shit! I hope not. I actually hadn’t thought about that. Wait a minute, is that true for everyone here? Could I end up with a man or a woman?”
“Yes, honey, we don’t choose our Masters. If you wanted that, you should’ve stuck with being a sub.” Grace went into a panic. Her stomach knotted and rolled. I have always been curious about being with a woman, but not on an ongoing basis, more like a drunken one-night event. Shit, how do I get out of this? I am so not ready…
“Hey, don’t worry, sweetie. They know you’re new and untrained, right? You can always bail out after the auction. So calm down and breathe. You’ll be okay.”
Grace didn’t notice that she’d been holding her breath. Exhaling and breathing deeply, she focused on calming herself.
Dan walked into the waiting room and up to Grace. “Slave Grace, it’s your turn.” Grace stayed seated. Her body was frozen in terror. Dan bent to whisper in her ear so the other slaves wouldn’t hear. “Grace, come on. You can do it. There’s nothing to be frightened of.”
Steeling herself, she stood on shaking legs and walked with Master Dan toward the stage. Grace had not anticipated so many people being at the auction. The room was filled with Doms and Dommes. Some had their subs or slaves with them. Where had all these people come from, she thought.
Holding her head high and trying to suppress the heat in her face at the mortification of being on display, she walked proudly to the side of the stage. She knew she wasn’t as young and certainly not as beautiful as some of the other slaves she’d met being auctioned tonight. Don’t pity yourself. With youth comes stupidity and with age comes grace. True beauty is soul deep.
With her newly reinforced self-esteem intact, she lifted her eyes and gazed at the audience. It was a strange feeling. She never would have thought of herself as an exhibitionist, but she couldn’t deny the sexual excitement coursing through her body at the thought of all these people looking at her.
Jason sat with Michael in the third row. They’d been sitting waiting for the past twenty minutes, as lot after lot was auctioned. Now, finally, if the program was correct, Grace was the next lot. Both he and Michael were near bouncing with excitement. A shiver ran up his spine as he turned and saw a slave in white lingerie led toward the stage. His hand itched to mark her ass. His cock jumped and hardened, demanding to mount and thrust deep in her. He tapped Michael’s shoulder, and Michael turned to look at the woman walking toward the stage. Michael smiled with a slight nod, telling him without words she was the one. Jason’s inner beast roared in thanks. He had never felt so dominant before. Settling back in his seat, he watched as the slave stepped onto the stage. This is perfect. She is perfect. Fuck, it’s official. I’m a genius!
“Masters and Mistresses, let us continue with the next lot. This next item up for bidding, you will find in your guide, is Slave Grace. She’s a contract slave, completely untrained. You will be bidding on a six-month servitude contract.” He turned toward Grace who was standing to the side with Dan.
“Slave, walk to the red cross on the floor and wait.” To his right was the cross, marked out with red tape. He watched Grace walk to the cross and stand, shoulders back, arms crossed behind her back, chest out as she had been trained to do only yesterday.
“Slave Grace, greet our guests,” Master Craig’s voice commanded, the sound echoing through the room. Grace immediately folded down onto her knees, palms up on top of her thighs, which were shoulders-width apart, in the greet pose she had learnt, and waited for the next command.
“Slave Grace, stand.” Grace rose to stand in her original position, called a standing pose.
“As you can see, she’s an extremely fast learner. She’s had only twelve hours of education and pose training. She would be a real treat to train and enjoy.” Master Craig cleared his throat.
“Now let’s get the bidding underway.” Grace couldn’t see the audience from her position, blinded by the harsh lights. She was sure this was on purpose. She tried to be still, even though her entire body shook with fear and excitement. I can’t believe I’m doing this. What the hell am I going to tell Sophie? “Hey, baby sis, guess
what! I just sold myself in a bondage club auction, as a slave for six months. That college degree I worked so hard for, the one that cost me a fortune and thousands of hours of work. Well, it’s all wasted. Yeah, I got bored. So slavery seemed like a good option.” Shit…maybe finally being divorced from Duncan has made the wheels fall off. Maybe Jane was right. I am in shock. Should I call out to Craig and tell him I changed my mind, or should I just walk off the stage?
Grace started to panic about what to do. Then the lights dimmed a little, and she could see some of the audience. She swept the crowd until her eyes locked onto Master Michael’s. The fear and panic eased from her body. She calmed herself and began to float on a warm wave of sensation. She stared at his face and just knew he would take care of the predicament she’d gotten herself into. She just felt it.
Jason was thankful that Michael was always so well in control, as he nearly missed the beginning of the auction. He couldn’t stop staring at Grace. Pre-cum had wet his pants. His cock hurt it was so hard. He started to imagine what he was going to do with her first. Toss up really. She can suck my cock until she drinks me dry? Or maybe I will pound her pussy, or even try that delicious little ass of hers. Damn, I have to remember no guarantee of sexual servitude. Hey, no reality in this fantasy. Now where was I, back to Grace naked and begging at my feet.
Jason was pulled from his fantasy as Michael raised his hand. He shook his head to try to focus back on the auction. They needed to win her and then claim her.
“Do I have twenty thousand, twenty-one, twenty-two, and twenty-five thousand.” Craig looked at the audience. The bidding was now between Michael Cooper and Scott Kennedy just as he had predicted.
“I have twenty-five thousand going once, going twice, sold. Slave Grace, please exit the stage.”
Grace was in so much shock she didn’t actually see who had purchased her. It all happened so quickly. All she could remember was the amount of money she had sold for. Whoever her new owner was, he or she was not short of cash. Master Dan led her off the stage and over to a side row of seating where the purchased slaves waited. The auction proceeded to the next lot, and she sat down. What am I supposed to do now? I guess I just wait and see. My god, I just sold myself into BDSM slavery for six months to somebody! What have I done!
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