MinxDark
Really Experienced
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- Sep 7, 2018
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The mansion set well back on its rolling lawn was a long way off from the little town that supplied most of its needs. The place was delightfully remote. As the limo you ride in approaches it with its forbidding stone facade you can feel a rising excitement. This is something you've wanted to do for years. To attend this very special auction.
Looking down at the glossy catalogue in your lap, she stares back at you with big bright blue eyes and a delicious pout on her girlish face, one errant strand of golden hair reaching all the way down to brush the erect nipple of her pert little breast. She is on her knees, her hands clasped (shackled? you wonder) behind her back, her legs spread, the flare of her hips luscious, her creamy pale skin something you have ached to smell and kiss ever since you first laid eyes on her photo. Especially her completely bare sex, as pearly pink and perfect as the rest of her.
You don't know her name. Because she doesn't have one yet. She will bear the name you give her for the next year... after you have successfully purchased her from the auction.
Oh you know she's not some kidnap victim from a third world country. She, like the rest of the dozen slaves that grace the pages of the catalog, six females, six males, has agreed to go and live with whoever buys her for the term of one year. After which she will be generously paid by the organization that puts the auction together every two years.
You'll spend your first week with her her at the estate, pampered guests, getting to know each other, visiting with the other successful buyers and their slaves. There will be a plethora of games and entertainments to put the slaves through their paces and make sure they become accustomed to their new Masters and Mistresses.
And in your heart of hearts... you know Number Six has to be yours.
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You and the other elegantly clad guests are ushered into the softly lit drawing room as, one by one, the slaves are brought out individually and displayed. So much supple, beautiful flesh. But you barely notice... you're looking for her after all.
When she finally appears you realize just how tiny 5'2" really is and how incongruous her short stature and little girl's face with its big eyes and pouty full lips is, coupled with her delicious curves and the most perfect heart shaped ass you've ever seen.
The bidding is quiet, civilized, but fierce. You end up paying even more than you'd planned on and know you'll have to do some fancy footwork with your accountants when you get home. But it doesn't matter at all when she crosses the room to you, naked like the others, and kneels gracefully, hands behind her back once more as she then bends low and kisses the top of your shoe.
"Master," she acknowledges in the sweetest little girl voice you've ever heard, "Thank you for making me Yours. I will serve you loyally."
Looking down at the glossy catalogue in your lap, she stares back at you with big bright blue eyes and a delicious pout on her girlish face, one errant strand of golden hair reaching all the way down to brush the erect nipple of her pert little breast. She is on her knees, her hands clasped (shackled? you wonder) behind her back, her legs spread, the flare of her hips luscious, her creamy pale skin something you have ached to smell and kiss ever since you first laid eyes on her photo. Especially her completely bare sex, as pearly pink and perfect as the rest of her.
You don't know her name. Because she doesn't have one yet. She will bear the name you give her for the next year... after you have successfully purchased her from the auction.
Oh you know she's not some kidnap victim from a third world country. She, like the rest of the dozen slaves that grace the pages of the catalog, six females, six males, has agreed to go and live with whoever buys her for the term of one year. After which she will be generously paid by the organization that puts the auction together every two years.
You'll spend your first week with her her at the estate, pampered guests, getting to know each other, visiting with the other successful buyers and their slaves. There will be a plethora of games and entertainments to put the slaves through their paces and make sure they become accustomed to their new Masters and Mistresses.
And in your heart of hearts... you know Number Six has to be yours.
********************
You and the other elegantly clad guests are ushered into the softly lit drawing room as, one by one, the slaves are brought out individually and displayed. So much supple, beautiful flesh. But you barely notice... you're looking for her after all.
When she finally appears you realize just how tiny 5'2" really is and how incongruous her short stature and little girl's face with its big eyes and pouty full lips is, coupled with her delicious curves and the most perfect heart shaped ass you've ever seen.
The bidding is quiet, civilized, but fierce. You end up paying even more than you'd planned on and know you'll have to do some fancy footwork with your accountants when you get home. But it doesn't matter at all when she crosses the room to you, naked like the others, and kneels gracefully, hands behind her back once more as she then bends low and kisses the top of your shoe.
"Master," she acknowledges in the sweetest little girl voice you've ever heard, "Thank you for making me Yours. I will serve you loyally."
. Would you prefer this?
