Gina's venture into voluntary slavery
The Slave Auction Part 1
Michael sat in the crowd watching as the showcase slave of the night was presented. Her nipples were hard. Her pussy was dripping wet. He knew instantly this was the slave they had been waiting for after all those years. He walked up to the auctioneer and had a quiet conversation to the side. The auctioneer announced the removal of the slave from auction. A number of participants groaned. They had hoped to get their hands on this slave. Whatever Michael had said to the auctioneer was sufficient to persuade him to remove her from the auction block.
Michael walked up to the slave. "You now belong to me. You will do whatever, whenever, however, and whoever I tell you to." The slave simply looked down at her feet and didn't talk. Instinctively she knew this wasn't up for debate. Her new master talked to her in such an authoritative tone she just knew she really did belong to him. She felt inside that she had been waiting for him her whole life. She couldn't explain how she knew, she just knew it as clearly as she had ever known anything.
Michael locked her collar around her neck and padlocked it closed. "This will do for now. When we get you home, you will be fitted with your permanent collar." She puzzled at his use of the work "we". She kept her eyes downward and saw a pair of high heels walk up and stand beside her new master. Michael put the blindfold around her eyes, clipped her leash to her collar, and walked her out of the auction house. She felt the cold air blow across her bare skin as she walked outside. Her nipples were hard as she realized he had walked her naked out to the parking lot. She heard a car door open and was guided inside a van. She felt her leash being secured to the floor as she knelt on the padded floor. She already could tell that her Master would be taking care of her. He had padded the floor of the van so she could ride in some comfort on all fours as she was taken to her new home. She could smell his cologne in the van as he climbed in. She could also smell the perfume of the high heels owner. Her mind went to what was going to come........
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