Hi, I decided to do some creative writing, here’s the result.
My eyes are closed, though it would not make a difference if I opened them, as they were covered by a harsh blind, but I preferred to keep my eyes closed, hope I would fall back asleep and wake up back in my own bed, next to my comforting plushies and window that wakes me up with the morning sun. Yet, here I was, hands tied behind my back, and a warm robe crudely put on me to keep me warm, as my clothes were taken off just a few moments after I found myself in this weird place with cold concrete under my feet. I was given high heels, though they felt a bit too big and arduous to walk in, and a ball gag in my mouth, making me unable to scream, talk, or in any way to communicate verbally, but it made me drool, and I had to leave it drip from my lips to the robe. The worst part, however, was that my own body was betraying me. I had never felt so ashamed yet turned on, so vulnerable yet ready to do whatever anyone asked me, afraid and scared to my stomach, yet my thighs were moist and dripping on the sofa I was sitting on.
Before I could assess my situation too deeply, I was janked to my feet with a collar and leash, and the robe was quickly pulled off of my shoulders. I complied as I didn’t know what else to do in that situation, and just stood there, waiting for something to happen, but in the end, the only thing that happened next was that the ball gag got taken off, and I was told that I was a good girl for following orders. I didn’t know what they exactly meant, but I felt a bit proud, for just a few words they made me blush and warm up inside.
Soon I was led by the leash through a curtain and onto a stage, I could feel the burning lights on my skin, coming from a cold room to an empty stage with all the lights pointing at me, and then the blindfold was ripped from my face, lights blinding me momentarily. There was one other person with me, a pretty woman in leather leading me on with the leash on her hands. She might have been the one who told me I was a good girl, and I felt conflicted. Anywhere else I might have wanted her to dominate me, but here… I felt bad for coming to the conclusion I still would let her dominate me. Ah, what a deeply messed up sub I was being, in this situation thinking about how I could serve this beautiful domme. All in all, this could be a black market auction with me being one of the pieces to be sold. Then I heard how she started to talk into a mic, saying a number and my first name, making me perk up and adjust my posture, only then realizing I was just giving everyone a better look at my body. Confused and screaming at myself inside my head, all I could do was blush, keep a nervous smile, and lower my eyes to down.
“Plump and curvy, with red lips to match her labia, so pink and soft, moist and dripping just from the excitement, or they might just be turned on by the fear of the situation. She’s soft and pliable, ready to be molded to what you need. Does your pet need their own pet, maybe your bar is in need of a new glory hole with softer lips, maybe your freeuse fantasyland is looking for a more curvy doll to take care of the guests! Oh, we know she has deep, dark fantasies, so don’t think she would say no to a bit of pain and taboo play just to please you all. Whatever it might be, this girl is for you, known to be kind and a good dancer, pretty artistic too, but her smile is infectious, it really lights up the room. Do smile now, doll”, they said, and I smiled, as sincerely as I could in this situation. I got a reaction from the audience, it seemed to please them. “That’s it, our lovely guests. There’s some more info on the brochure with an overview of the merchandise, and this one is for long term use and appreciation.”
I stayed there, just staring into the blackness of the world outside the stage. Even though I didn’t have the blindfold on me anymore, I could barely see anyone there. Only then it hit me; I was really being sold in a black market auction. My eyes widened, my body began to tremble and I had to tense all my muscles to not just fall over. Pressing my thighs together, however, just let me know how wet I actually was, as my trembling thighs just helped the wetness to moisten both legs and spread it. I knew for sure it would glisten under the stage lights.
A little tuck on my collar brought me back on track to what was happening around me. It was the woman who had brought me on stage, looking at me and telling me to amuse the guests with a good view of my body. I did a few turns, shook my hips and tits, turned my back at the audience, spread my legs, and let them have a view between my legs. The woman gave a few good slaps on my bottom, then with her fingernails she slowly scratched her day fingers down my bottom and up my slit. Her fingertips were soft, but her nails were long, scraping my swollen lips, parting them with her long fingers, letting some of my juices flow down on her finger and onto the floor. This got a few reactions from a couple of guests, and as the woman drew her fingers from me, she slapped my butt again, saying “This horny good girl will fit so many dicks with this wetness!”. The joke was bad, and I felt bad, yet it drew laughs from the audience. I sighed in relief, hoping this was the end of this part of the ordeal, and it was, but the next part was just a moment away: the auction.
It started, and the coldness in the voices and numbers being read aloud was chilling. I was an object now, being sold to the highest bidder, not to the one who would care for me but to the one who wanted to pay for my body. It didn’t really register in my mind before this point and the coldness of the situation dawned on me under these burning lights. My mind drowned out all the noises around me and I only woke up from the haze of the situation after hearing the final word: Sold!
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/g3um4k/sold_a_short_story_f_fsub_auction_first_person
Will we get another chapter?