“This is fucking humiliating” I thought to myself as she led me by a leash into what looked like a ballroom full of people. It’s not like she could stop me if I turned around and left. I’m 6’4 with a large framed, lean and muscled from a lifetime of hard work. She’s 5’3 and probably doesn’t weigh a buck fifteen, with small breasts and a tight, round ass. I watched it move under her short black dress as she walked, tall black heels clicking on the marble floor. How did I let her talk me into this? Walking, naked, at the end of a leash into a room full of women in cocktail dresses. I could smell the mixture of their perfumes permeating in the air as we approached. We were third in a line of 10 men and their “handlers.” Handlers, like I’m a damned stud horse, being led around at a sale.