purchased! a work in progress...
I walked through the gallery, where they keep the unsold, those to be sold and those too incorigible and untrainable to be sold... amanda, a friend and former slave, walked slightly behind me... pointing out the comparitive value of each girl. Some stared intently from their chains... plaintively "hoping" to be taken in the early moring auctions, while others ignored the potential buyers as they made notes and decisions about what girl might be purchased for a premium and which might be a bargain.
"which ever is Your preference, Sir", said amanda as she pointed to the caged girls with a wave of her hand. I nodded, smiled and kept walking... I would know her when I saw her.
"I'm looking for one with a... oh, I don't know... maybe dancer's body", I reminded her. "Like this one." I pointed to a quiet girl with longer hair and downcast eyes. Her legs looked strong and her breasts full, hip to waist ratio was good too.
"Hoping to be sold today, girl?" I asked her. Only her eyes answered and then went back to the ground. I grabbed her thigh through the bars.
"she's strong", I commented to amanda.
"Speak up girl... let me hear you." I said to the girl with her eyes downcast.
"yes, Thank You Sir." While she looked raw... untrained... she did sound like she knew her place. Her voice was soft and eyes downcast... at the staw around her bare feet.
"You are not yet my Sir, should i call you Sir? or Master?" I laughed.
"I think you should call me Sir if you'd like to..."
"i have always been aware of Your presence, Sir... not quite sure if i have ever been good enough for You... for anyone... i stay to myself, quietly." What a totally sweet, shy slave girl blushing in the corner... by the wall...wearing her chain and collar so delightfully demure.... as the light and shadows played on her face and the curve of her hip. I marked her number down and asked her name.
"julianna, but you may call me anything you wish to call me, Sir" I smiled and kept on moving to make sure I got a spot where the auctioneer would see me when the next auctions began. I waited with money in hand... to buy her - wanting her to be all mine... if only for an hour... depending on how high her price goes. I watch as the auctioneer pulls her from the wall... her steps unsure as she's dragged to the block... the crowd cheering, sighing, shouting for her to be sold. she's blindfolded and naked.... in her heavy chain and collar. I ache to buy her and own her...use her and keep her for myself... I wonder what she's hoping... that I'm here? that the ordeal will end soon? keeping eyes lowered, not wanting to see the faces in the crowd...arms folded trying to cover my nakedness...thinking to herself... 'what if He is not here'...
the auctioneer's voice starts the bidding... Disreputable characters always show up for these auctions... undesireables, thieves, creeps, awful owners, disgusting beyond description vie for ownership... and then there is Me... pocket full... no price to high... for the trembling girl on the block... And , in a way I'm no better than the others, I can hardly wait to take her by the chain from the auctioneer and the whistles, catcalls. Sold publicly ...with the sounds of the market ringing in her ears, she'll know the sound of my voice if I bid out loud... I wave my hand... touch my nose... signal the auctioneer... and over and over the bidding rises on this prize girl...
Later, still blindfolded as I take her for myself....from the stage... naked and clanking her chain.... I whisper, "don't worry... you are safe now..."
"you will never be sold again, julianna...my collar fits nicely around your neck..." I purr to her left ear...
"how your soul learns... blessed and burned in the fire of your life!"
