xblindecstasy
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+I will be playing the part of Ecstasy, who will be auctioned off. Needed is a Master or Mistress [any dominate] willing to take her on.
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She had been with her Trainer for only six months, but the raven-haired female was a natural submissive. Her only fault, it seemed, was that she had been let to run free for far too long. When he had taken her from her home, she had been defiant and stubborn. He had humiliated her, used her, abused her. Broken her down somewhat. But she was still wild and fiery. Passionate when she wanted to be. In other words, her passion was like fire, but she could be like ice seconds later. Temperamental little bitch she was, she had swung at him the day before, over some minor debate.
Her punishment hadn't been severe in a physical way. He would rather just wash his hands of the slave and be done with the deal. There was a Slave Aution tonight, in a small corner of town, in a mid-size auction hall. It would be simple; he would take her, in her pristine condition, and auction her off to the highest bidder, who then would be stuck with the little wench. Not him.
When his longtime slave Eulissa came in to let the Trainer know that Ecstasy was clean shaven and fresh as he had instructed her to prepare her, he rose and stalked out of the room, towards the foyer where she would be waiting. Once again the fiery submissive was standing, instead of kneeling as he commanded all of his slaves to do in his presence. The Trainer raised a hand, intending on striking her pale ivory cheek, but lowered it, gritting his teeth. He couldn't strike her; it would leave too much of a mark on her. Her beauty was unflawed at the moment, and he wanted it left that way until after he was rid of her.
Attatching a short chain to the padlocked choker she wore around her delicate throat, he jerked downwards on it, nearly doubling Ecstasy over. Instead of falling to her knees, she remained on her feet, and, disgusted with the whole damn thing, the Trainer jerked her out the door and into the car.
They reached the Auction perhaps thirty minutes later, neither having spoken a word since departing. Her emerald eyes flashed as she looked to him; they glinted with tears. He knew she loved him, but it wasn't of any consequence. She had to go. She was too much of a problem, and he needed to move on to another fresh, unbroken filly. <i>Please, Master...</i> The Trainer held up a hand to silence her, ebony eyes glaring toward her breifly.
When she was led inside, trembling, Ecstasy pressed her body to the side of the only Master she had known. He led her to the stage area, taking a stand behind her and forcing her to her knees onstage, alongside several other submissives to be sold that night. Stroking her cheek delicately as he leaned down to breath words into her ear, he turned her face slightly towards him. <b>Remember what I have taught you, little whore, and bring your Master a good sum. Now, legs apart; back straight and head down.</b> The Trainer lingered in his crouched position for a moment, bestowing her cheek with a featherlight kiss. Standing then, he clipped the other end of her chain to the ring on her left side, screwed into the floor. Producing another chain, he clipped this one to the other side of her collar, and to the floor on that side. Placing his arms around her neck in a V shape, his voice was a soft baritone. <b>Hands behind your back, Ecstasy, show everyone that nice rack you have, slut.</b> Bringing his hands up to cover her breasts, he cruelly pinched both nipples, which immediately stood up, showing through the thin, gauzy top she wore. It elicited a soft moan from Ecstasy, and he slipped one hand between her thighs, bringing his finger back out from other the too-short black skirt, soaked in her juices. The submissive dutifully cleaned his finger, and placed her hands behind her back, staying in the position she had been taught, although she trembled slightly, emerald eyes wide with fear. Her Trainer moved off to take a seat offstage, in the Owners' section. The Auction began.
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She had been with her Trainer for only six months, but the raven-haired female was a natural submissive. Her only fault, it seemed, was that she had been let to run free for far too long. When he had taken her from her home, she had been defiant and stubborn. He had humiliated her, used her, abused her. Broken her down somewhat. But she was still wild and fiery. Passionate when she wanted to be. In other words, her passion was like fire, but she could be like ice seconds later. Temperamental little bitch she was, she had swung at him the day before, over some minor debate.
Her punishment hadn't been severe in a physical way. He would rather just wash his hands of the slave and be done with the deal. There was a Slave Aution tonight, in a small corner of town, in a mid-size auction hall. It would be simple; he would take her, in her pristine condition, and auction her off to the highest bidder, who then would be stuck with the little wench. Not him.
When his longtime slave Eulissa came in to let the Trainer know that Ecstasy was clean shaven and fresh as he had instructed her to prepare her, he rose and stalked out of the room, towards the foyer where she would be waiting. Once again the fiery submissive was standing, instead of kneeling as he commanded all of his slaves to do in his presence. The Trainer raised a hand, intending on striking her pale ivory cheek, but lowered it, gritting his teeth. He couldn't strike her; it would leave too much of a mark on her. Her beauty was unflawed at the moment, and he wanted it left that way until after he was rid of her.
Attatching a short chain to the padlocked choker she wore around her delicate throat, he jerked downwards on it, nearly doubling Ecstasy over. Instead of falling to her knees, she remained on her feet, and, disgusted with the whole damn thing, the Trainer jerked her out the door and into the car.
They reached the Auction perhaps thirty minutes later, neither having spoken a word since departing. Her emerald eyes flashed as she looked to him; they glinted with tears. He knew she loved him, but it wasn't of any consequence. She had to go. She was too much of a problem, and he needed to move on to another fresh, unbroken filly. <i>Please, Master...</i> The Trainer held up a hand to silence her, ebony eyes glaring toward her breifly.
When she was led inside, trembling, Ecstasy pressed her body to the side of the only Master she had known. He led her to the stage area, taking a stand behind her and forcing her to her knees onstage, alongside several other submissives to be sold that night. Stroking her cheek delicately as he leaned down to breath words into her ear, he turned her face slightly towards him. <b>Remember what I have taught you, little whore, and bring your Master a good sum. Now, legs apart; back straight and head down.</b> The Trainer lingered in his crouched position for a moment, bestowing her cheek with a featherlight kiss. Standing then, he clipped the other end of her chain to the ring on her left side, screwed into the floor. Producing another chain, he clipped this one to the other side of her collar, and to the floor on that side. Placing his arms around her neck in a V shape, his voice was a soft baritone. <b>Hands behind your back, Ecstasy, show everyone that nice rack you have, slut.</b> Bringing his hands up to cover her breasts, he cruelly pinched both nipples, which immediately stood up, showing through the thin, gauzy top she wore. It elicited a soft moan from Ecstasy, and he slipped one hand between her thighs, bringing his finger back out from other the too-short black skirt, soaked in her juices. The submissive dutifully cleaned his finger, and placed her hands behind her back, staying in the position she had been taught, although she trembled slightly, emerald eyes wide with fear. Her Trainer moved off to take a seat offstage, in the Owners' section. The Auction began.