I love being auctioned! [F][Kink]

I posted this a couple of days ago but I think it got automatically removed because I made a new account to post it so I’m reposting it now. Hope you enjoy!

Hi! I am a ridiculously horny girl with a ton of kinks. I love being treated like a slut, getting tied up, wearing collars etc. Basically, I like being submissive and focussing all my efforts on making my boy/girlfriend happy. I’ve had one fantasy though for as long as I’ve had sexual fantasies and that is to be auctioned off – sold as a slave to some random person and forced to serve them. Just the idea of being trotted out in nothing but high heels and a leather harness in front of an large audience, all of whom are imagining how they’d abuse me, is such an intense turn on. Yeah a bit messed up I know :P. Well funnily enough it’s hard to find slave auctions (and obviously I don’t really want to be a genuine slave, plus knowing my luck I’d end up with a Jabba the Hutt) but I found an alternative.

During my first year of university I noticed some students had put on a charity date auction. It’s pretty self-explanatory but for those who aren’t familiar essentially people volunteer themselves to be auctioned off as someone’s date and the money goes to a selection of charities. Not quite the same as being sold as a slave but the idea alone was still enough to get me hot and bothered. I was still a bit shy in my first year but I wanted to experience it so badly so I made myself volunteer.

The event was about a week later and I had barely stopped thinking about it. I masturbated while dreaming about it every day leading up to the event but because I was/am a horny moron I never let myself cum. It’s a bit dumb but I loved the idea of having my orgasms controlled by my soon to be ‘owner’. By the time of the auction I felt like an energiser bunny practically vibrating from my arousal. I barely even cared about doing something to make myself look stupid, I was just so desperate to be sold like a slave.

It was a gorgeous day so I had worn a light summer dress and subtle choker, deliberately straddling the line between innocent religious girl and secret slut. Underneath I was wearing my sexiest, laciest underwear just to make me feel like even more of a whore. I had even debated wearing a butt plug but chickened out.

I waited at the side of the make shift stage, heart pounding. I’m not sure why I was so anxious, plenty of the audience could already see me but I think I’ve always been intimidated by large crowds. Suddenly my name was called causing a pang of nerves to hit me like a brick. I was beckoned to get on stage so I gingerly walked up the steps and looked out over the audience. It was quite a bit bigger than I had imagined plus it was lunch time so there were plenty of people walking by who were also taking an interest. One of the announcers/hosts greeted me while the other gently took me by the arm and led me over to the centre of the stage.

It’s hard to describe how I felt but if you’ve ever had one of them moments where everything somehow seems a hundred times more ‘real’ than usual, it was like that but mixed with uncontrollable arousal. Everything about the situation was a crazy turn on. The hundred plus eyes staring at me, my skirt being a whisker too short to be wearing when elevated above everyone else, the beautiful and confident announcer who was leading me to the mark where I would be ‘sold’ as though she was my Mistress… it was all such a rush and by the time we had reached centre stage I was on cloud nine. I had a constant self-degrading mantra playing through my head; ‘you’re such a slut’, ‘you’re so pathetic’, ‘you’re going to be sold and abused’, ‘you deserve this’ etc.

I stood there with a sheepish smile on my face trying to not to look like an idiot or give away how I was feeling. The announcers then took turns asking me a couple of simple questions each, stuff like ‘what are your hobbies’ and ‘what would be your idea of a perfect first date’. I managed to answer them without accidently begging them to fuck me so we moved onto the auction bit. The bid started at £30 but hands immediately shot up. It was a light hearted charity event so everyone was acting chill but I could see the lust in many of their eyes. I felt so objectified and I loved every second of it. At this point in my fantasy I usually had my fingers or vibrator desperately pleasuring my clit so the temptation to reach down was almost overwhelming.

‘£60……. £70!’ – people kept bidding. God they actually wanted me, and they were *mostly* good looking guys too. I was so horny now; my panties were so soaked I subtly squeezed my legs together in an odd attempt to hide it. The announcer who had taken me by the arm was interjecting with lines to try and ‘sell me’, ‘loves animals’… ‘she has an amazing body’. Fuck I swear I nearly had an orgasm on the spot at that remark. In my head that basically translated to ‘this pathetic slut has a great body you can fuck to your heart’s content’. It was like she was selling me as nothing more than a piece of fuck meat.

‘£110….. £120!’ I was now tied as the highest bid and couldn’t help feeling oddly proud of myself, that’s right bitches, I was a premium slave :P. I semi-consciously arched my back slightly to better present my breasts. My nipples were hard and making a tiny but unmistakable dent through my dress. It felt like everyone’s eyes were examining every part of me, hungrily devouring the sight of my petite fuckable body, almost like I was being caressed by a hundred guys and girls all at once.

‘£130….. £140!’. Jesus Christ I was an expensive slut! ‘Alright, going at 140 can I get a 150? 150? No? 145? 145 to the guy in red! Anyone for 150? 150? Going once at 145, going twice…. SOLD to that lovely gentleman!’. I didn’t even see who bought me but fuck I was so turned on I’m surprised I didn’t pass out. In my head I had just been sold into a life time of sex and slavery. I was led off the stage, my body racing with adrenaline and hormones. I had actually lived my fantasy and it felt amazing!

So yeah, I think I’ll leave it there for now. This was about two years ago and since then I’ve done about 27 auctions and have even travelled a decent way to attend some (yeah I might be an addict haha). I LOVE doing this even when the date afterwards doesn’t lead to anything. Quite a few ended with regular-ish sex but some have gone amazingly. I’ve also done some ‘slave for the day/week’ type auctions which were a lot of fun. I think I have a few good slutty stories from my auction adventures so if people like this I’ll probably write a few more. Let me know if you’d rather I finish writing about my first experience or move on to some of the more kinky stories. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it and feel free to call me a slut and every insult under the sun in the comments! Also let me know if you have a similar kink :)

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