Selling herself (Closed to SalesGirlAnna to marauder13)

Annabelle Morris was 29 years old, a very sucessfull business woman, and bored with her life.

Annabelle grew up in a Upper Middle Class family. She was an only child and her parents loved her very much. She was friends with just about everyone in school and very popular. She got very good grades in school and was able to get a full scolorship to Harvard. She graduated from the busness school when she was 22 and now 7 years later she was Vice President of Sales for a large mulit-national corporation. She had a great apartment, a great job, everything she could want... But, there was something missing...

She had a fetish that no one else knew about... She loved the BDSM lifestyle... she would read BDSM stories, look at videos and pictures just about every night when she got home. She dreamed of being someones sex slave... One night she was checking out the BDSM Message Boards and she saw an ad for club that wanted volunteers to be sold into sex slavery for rich people. She contacted the people who posted the ad, meet with the people and deiced that she wanted to spend the rest of her life as a sex slave.

In order to become a sex slave, she had to quit her job, break all of her ties to her old life, sold everything she owned, except for a couple of suits, and gave all of the money to the people. She had to give them the money because she had to pay for her own room and board. If the money ran out, before she was sold, she would then be sold at an auction, because it was too expensive to keep the slaves around.

When She became a slave, she was given her own private room with one wall that was plexigass so the potental buyers could see the slaves. The owners liked to show what the slaves use to be before they sold themselves into slavery, so every day she had to put on a business suit and walk around her room for potential buyers. She was very intelegent and was hoping her new master would value having a smart slave and not just a sex object.

Today she was wearing a blue blazer, a matching skirt that goes a bit past her knees, a white blouse, white stockings, 2" black Mary Jane pumps, pearl necklace and earrings. She had her long sholder length red hair pulled back in a loose bun. She was 5' 7" 110lbs. 34B

James Sedgeworth was a fortunate man. Within a few years of leaving University with an Electrical Engineering degree, he managed to stumble across a little gem of circuitry that would eventually become very important to today's not so little gem - the Internet. With the proper programming, the circuitry was able to make routers work much more efficiently. And it made him a multimillionaire by 25. Since then, a series of good investments and picking up a few good ideas, and their companies, had ensured his financial stability.

He was rich enough to buy anything he desired. Anything. To date, that included a private estate away from prying eyes where he lived in his retirement, almost out of the eye of everyone. It also included the estate's staff, all of them hand picked by himself to fill rather specific roles on the estate. Now, it was getting close to the time to add a new member of staff. Someone to oversee, and manage it all for him.

It took less than 48 hours to make all the arrangements to go and see what was on offer. He was dressed very casually. Long sleeved shirt, faded jeans and well worn hiker's boots. As he walked into the main display area, he watched the fellow buyers, starting to assess who far they might go in the forthcoming auctions.

After a few minutes, he turned his attention to those on offer. He wandered slowly, sizing up anyone he stopped to look at then moving on.

Finally, a redhead caught his attention. Attired in a blue business dress and jacket, with heels just high enough to give her legs good definition. She was a good height, and nicely curved. James looked at her eyes, fixing her with an intense stare. With a simple hand gesture, he indicated she stop, and slowly turn around.

Annabelle was in her cage when she saw a very good looking man checking her out. She saw him make a gesture to stop and turn around. She smiled at him and turned on her heels very slowly so he could get a good look at her.

James was pleased with her response to his directions. He was also pleased to see that her shapely figure extended to include her entire body. Her smile was also a nice added extra. James gave her an approving look.

Another gesture. This time for her hair to be let loose.

She saw that he was happy. Then, he gestured for her to take her hair down. She nodded, then reached up to pull the bobby pins out. She removed them and shook her head. Then, her hair fell down to the middle of her back.

He watched as the auburn mass tumbled down to the middle of her back. He was also impressed that she turned enough to let him clearly see how long her hair was.

His smile broadened, and he wandered back to the main admin station.

"I would like the sheet on number twenty-eight please." The man behind the desk clicked a few times on his computer, and three pages were handed over to James. By the time he was back outside the redhead's home, he had assimilated all of the info on her.

VP of Sales for a large multinational. Some management experience, as well as dealing with numerous bureaucratic functions. Grades showed a good degree of intelligence, and her business resume showed a work commitment that was what he needed.

As he watched her, he thought of her other interests. The ones that ultimately led her to this place. It was something that he could not fully comprehend. That someone would be willing to do it, but then again, he was benefiting from it. He let his eyes go from her crown all the way down to her feet, and back again. His mind painted some different clothing and accessories on her body. And in time, the images would be real, rather than wishful thinking.

Yes, he thought, she will fill the role nicely. Very nicely. Before he departed for the final time before the auction, he reached into his jeans, and lifted out his wallet. He tapped the glass with it, then pointed to her with it. He did the same with every other girl he was determined to buy and own. She was now as good as his.

James wandered around, generally looking at who else was on offer, but his mind returned to the redhead who would be leaving with him.

Annabelle saw James walk back to the glass. She saw him take his wallet out of his pocket, then he tapped the glass. She knew that he intened to buy her at the auction. She smile as she watched him walk away.

Soon it was time for the auction. She and all the other girls were back stage. Some of the girls in front of her went quite high. She hoped that the man who was looking at her was still had money.

She heard the auctioneer say "Going once... Going twice... SOLD! Number 27 goes to the lady in the back for $2.5 Million a new auction record!" The crowd cheered. "And now lot 28..." Annabelle was led out on stage. "Here she is folks... the Harvard grad, former business woman, who wants to be a slave... Let's start the bidding at... $100,000..."

"Let's start the bidding at... $100,000..."

James sat back and waited for the initial flurry of bidding to occur. Four different buyers pushed her price up to $500,000 in a series of rapid bids. Two bidders dropped out as a man and woman pushed the price up to $700,000.

But James' gut told him that a shark was out there, waiting for things to slow down before making what he felt was going to be a killer bid. The other two raised the price to $750,000 before the man removed himself from the bidding.

"$750,000 is the standing bid." The auctioneer look around, but fixed his eyes on James as he swept the crowd. "$750,000 going once.... $750,000 going twice..."

"$900,000." The call came from up the back. James smiled a little. Now the bidding would really start.

"$950,000," James spoke just loudly enough for his voice to carry to the Auctioneer. But his competition has very sharp ears.

"One Million."

"One point two million," James replied without any pause.

"One point five million."

James smiled again, looking directly at the redhead. He had set his budget, and he was not afraid to spend every single dollar on her. He watched the Auctioneer out of the corner of his eye, waiting for the move that would signal his next bid.

"One point seven five million."

Heads all around him turned to see what his competition was doing. James had his eyes on his prize standing on the stage. The auctioneer commenced his spiel before his closed the bidding. But he never got to make the first call.

"Two million."

"Two point two million," James countered immediately.

"Two point three million."

"Two point four million," James countered again, immediately. The crowd held their breath. The Auctioneer looked at James' competition.

"The bid is at two point four million dollars... going once..."

James stared directly at his newest girl.

"Going twice..."

He started to smile ever so slightly.

"Going three times for two point four million dollars... Sold!" The gavel finally banged down. James smiled broadly as those around him congratulated him on his newest addition.

$2.4 million dollars! Annabelle couldn't beleve it! She had sold for $2.4 million. The handlers took her off the stage and took her to the waiting room. This is wear the slaves were held until their new owners collected them. It wasn't too long before her new master walked in. She smiled at him and thought to herself... 'I hope I'm not a waste of money...'

James stopped outside the holding cell, and made all the arrangements to transfer the funds for his latest purchase. Once the deal was complete to everyone's satisfaction, James walked into the room.

"Come. Your new life awaits."

She smiled as she walked over to him, and did a small curtsy when she was infront of him. "Thank you, Master... I hope I don't disapoint you..."

Without a word, he led his newest purchase out of the holding cell, across the small processing room and into a brightly lit corridor. They walked in silence until they reached an elevator. Once inside, they descended for approximately one minute before the elevator shuddered to a stop.

The doors opened to a car park. Ahead of them was a limousine, with a tall female Hispanic chauffeur holding the door open. James indicated that the redhead enter the car first.

"Thank you, Celeste. We will be departing immediately."

"Yes, Sir," Celeste replied as James got into the limousine. She closed the door and proceeded to get the vehicle underway.

The passenger area of the limo was spacious, with a small bar area already open, and a bottle of clear liquid cooling in a small bucket of ice.

James turned to his newest purchase. "Now, my dear, I'll be calling you Scarlet until such time as I decide on a more fitting name for you. I don't care what name you might have had prior to your purchase, it doesn't matter.

"And before we go much further, you need to drink this." James reached over and removed the bottle from the ice bucket, removing the metal cap with practiced ease. He held out the bottle to her, his expression one of strict neutrality.

"Now, my dear, I'll be calling you Scarlet until such time as I decide on a more fitting name for you. I don't care what name you might have had prior to your purchase, it doesn't matter."

She was a little dissapointed that her new master didn't want to know her name, she loved her name: Annabelle. Her friends either called Annabelle or Belle... She hated being called Anna. Anna just sounded so plain to her.

But, she quite like the name Scarlet. It had a tone about it like Belle. It was pretty obvious were he got that name. Her beutiful red hair. She loved her hair, when she was younger she would let it grow to her butt. But, since she started work she cut it to make it easter to put up. Hopefuly her new master would alow her to let it grow to that lengh again.

"And before we go much further, you need to drink this."

He handed her a glass bottle with a clear liquid inside, she hesitaed for a second and then took the bottle and took a sip, "mmm... That's very good... Thank you, Sir... What is it?" She took another sip of the drink.

"It's a drink for you, Scarlet. You need to drink it all. Now."

"Ok..." said Scarlet, as she continued to drink... It tasted really good like strawberries. Soon the bottle was empty. Then, she looked at her master and his face started to go out of focus. Her head was swimming. 'He drugged me!' she thought, 'Why did he drug me?' And a second later, her world went dark.

With Scarlet unconscious, the rest of the journey went without issue. There was a practical reason for the drink. It reduced Scarlet's knowledge of where she was going. Only Celeste, of all his girls, knew the location. But she was happy where she was, and had no desire to ruin it.

Upon arrival at the estate, he had her taken to her room. Like all of the other rooms for his staff, this one was a bedroom, with a small ensuite and wardrobe attached. The room was large enough for a king sized bed, some bedside tables on either side as well as a jewelry cabinet. The decor of the room was based around greens.

Her bedroom door was closed and locked. James sat in one of the monitor rooms, watching her. Waiting for her to wake up.

Scarlet woke up her head was still a cloudy when she woke up. She looked around and saw she was still clothed and now in a bedroom. "Huh... that was weird..." She looked around at her new room. It was very nice, she liked blue more than green but it was all right. She got up and walked into the bathroom for a drink of water.

Now that Scarlet was awake, James made his way to her room. Quietly unlocking her door, he walked in, closing it behind him. He then walked over to her bed, and sat down facing the ensuite door.

He listened to her moving around, checking what items were in there for her. Eventually she was find all the necessary toiletries, hair brush, hair clips and bands. None of the items were special, all basic and functional.

He sat wearing basically the same outfit he wore when he bought her, though each item of clothing was slightly different than the last time. The faintest of smiles was on his face when she finally reached the doorway, and saw him sitting there.

"Hello, Scarlet. Welcome home."

Scarlet got her drink of water and looked in all the drawers. She fould all of the necessary items she needed to take care of herself. She walked back into the bedroom and was surprised by seeing her master sitting on the bed. "OH! Hello, sir... Thank you..."

"Now, Scarlet, do you know why I chose you over all the other girls present?" James stood up, and walked over to stand in front of Scarlet. His eyes looked at hers, delighting in the colour of them.

"No know really," she said as she stood in front of her hansome owner. He was very good looking. She saw some of the men who were slave owners. He was the best loooking one in the bunch many of them were old men.

"I selected you for your mind," James reached out and ran his fingers through Scarlet's hair, the tips of his fingers running along her scalp. He continued pushing his fingers through her hair, watching the auburn strands fall away.

"Initially, your appearance caught my eye, but when I read more about you, I found that you suited my needs perfectly.

"Now you have said about not wanting to disappoint me. I'm glad about that. You have cost me more than the next two expensive purchases put together. But then, I know you will be worth every penny."

James went back and sat on the bed. "Surely, Scarlet must have at least one question that she would like to ask."

"Oh, I have a few questions," She said as she walked over to him, "I did want to know why you drugged me. But, Unless I'm wrong. For some reason you don't want me to know were you live. Which makes as much sence as me selling myself into slavery in the first place... But anyway... You said that you chose me for my mind, what does that mean?"

"Well, due to a previous purchase having second thoughts, and actually making an almost successful escape, due to her knowledge of where we are, I decided I would not take any further chances with future purchases.

"I chose you for your mind because I value intelligence in those I purchase. You have other roles to fill while you're here. And your mind will help with that. Also, intelligence is a good thing for a sex slave to have."

His gaze fell over her form, and a slight frown emerged on his face.

"There is one important matter we must attend to, Scarlet. The woman you once were no longer exists. So, we had best remove the last vestiges of evidence that she ever was. Remove everything, and place it in that bin. Once you're done, resume standing where you are now."

Scarlet understood his reasoning for knocking her out. And, she was interested in hearing about what other roles she will fill in her new life. And, now was the time she knew would be comeing. She had a feeling it would be coming when he told her that her name would be Scarlet for now. Annabelle Morris was no more, she was now Scarlet.

She took a deep breath as she started to undress. First thing she did was bend over and unfasted the small buckles on her shoes, slipped them off and put them into the bin. She stood up and removed her blazer and blouse. Revealing her blue satin and lace bra. She dropped the blazer and blouse into the bin with out folding them because she figured that he would more than likely have them destroyed in some fashion. Next her skirt went into the bin leaving her in her bra and matching bikini cut panties, garter belt, and stockings.

Then she unhooked her sockings from ther garter belt, rolled them down her legs and tossed them into the bin. Next, her bra, panties and garter belt went into the bin. He said to remove every thing so she removed the earrings from her ears and the necklace from around her neck and they went into the bin. And for the first time, her master got a good look at her nude body, including her nicely trimmed pussy hair.