I hadn’t truly known what I was getting myself into. That’s all I can tell myself as I wait, bound, gagged and covered in some sort of lacy lingerie I would have never picked out for myself. At first, it didn’t seem like too big of a deal. I’d fallen into some major debt over the past few years and to get out of it, I borrowed some money from a “friend of a friend” to make ends meet. But, silly me, I just hadn’t learned my lesson. Another credit card, some more poor spending habits, and I couldn’t afford to pay him back. So, last week when he showed up to my apartment to discuss terms of payment, I meekly let him in the door. With his group of scary, dangerous looking men in the hallway, it didn’t seem like I had much of a choice when he offered to clear my debts. In exchange, I was to participate in the auction his friends set up this weekend. Just a year of servitude, that’s what his promise was.
As quickly as I signed the papers, I was bound, hooded, and tossed over one of his men’s shoulders despite my attempts at screaming and fighting back against them. The last few days have been my “preparation” as the woman holding my leash currently has described it. I’ve tried to beg to be released, to scream and fight every time they untie me, but nothing has worked so far. All that’s earned me is some harsh spankings, just enough to ensure that there’s no marks when I make my debut tonight on the block.
So now I wait anxiously, my lipstick painted lips secured firmly around the red ball unceremoniously pushed between my teeth a few hours ago. My long, dark hair is curled to frame my face, the green lacy bra and matching panties they’ve dressed me in almost the exact color of my eyes. A leather collar is secured around the pale skin of my neck, a silver chain hooked to the protruding circle right at the center. My wrists are bound behind me, my hands forced to grip opposite elbows. Cuffs are fastened securely to each of my ankles, a short chain between them to ensure I don’t make it too far if I manage to shake off the woman holding my leash. Beneath them are heels, far too high for me to comfortably walk in but indisputably make my ass look great.
I can hear the cries of the woman who’s currently on stage, as well as the shuffles of people flipping through the pages of the auction book. Naked women cover the pages of the book, photos we were all forced to take a few days ago, as well as facts about our sexual history, our preferred positions, and more that was forced out of us if we wanted to eat.
The woman in front of me is escorted off the stage, tears streaking her cheeks as she’s brought to the back to prepare her for her new owner. My stomach flips just thinking about the idea, tears threatening to fill my own eyes as a sharp tug on my leash pulls me forward. “Next up, number 26 tonight….”
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