I turned on the water, waited for it to warm, then stepped into the shower. She instructed me to shower thoroughly, wash and dry my hair. A nurse came in and took blood samples, and I gave a urine sample.Īfter the blood and urine tests the nurse returned and led me down another hall to a bathroom complete with shower. I put my feet in the stirrups he completed the exam quickly then left. Apparently the first part of the slave auction was an exam. He was reading from a clipboard, "So, no problems? Everything ok?" I realized he was looking at the application I'd filled out, which had looked a lot like a medical form. He was dressed in a white coat and slacks he looked like any OB/GYN. In a few minutes the door opened and a man in his early forties came in. I undressed, pulled on the paper gown, and sat in the exam chair. I HAD agreed to follow instructions after all. "Put on this gown the doctor will be in soon." She took my overnight bag with her as she left, pulling the door closed behind her.ĭoctor? Damn I thought I was going to a slave auction, not getting an exam! I was about to protest when the door closed. "Remove your clothes and shoes, put them in this bag," she said, pointing. Several feet, turn.Through an open door I saw an unmistakable apparatus, an OB/GYN exam table complete with stirrups. We walked out another door, down a corridor.
Come in please." She held the door as I stepped past her into what looked like a normal office. The girl smiled, "Ah, yes, Staci, we were told to expect you. "I.I'm here for the auction," I stammered. I grabbed it, walked to the door of the nearest warehouse and knocked.Ī pretty girl in her early twenties opened the door.
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The driver looked at me a little strangely but took my money and drove off. I arrived by taxi to a warehouse area of the city on a Thursday evening around 9 PM. I agreed to take a taxi to and from the event, and to follow the instructions given to me without question.įinally one organization accepted me. I have no Master at present, so I was told I could not be sold.īut persistence prevailed. The only problem was, the girl's Master submitted her for the auction, drove her to it, and picked her up afterwards. I was told girls with fewer limits brought a higher price. The slave is chattel for the weekend only and the girl can of course opt out and be returned time. Each girl specifies her limits these are strictly respected. Most are done to benefit charities all the money is donated.
Some slave auctions are fun events, consensual and organized by one BDSM club or another. There is the whole issue of white slavery, a separate and disgusting practice where women are kidnapped against their will and forced into prostitution. All were reluctant to open up to me slavery is illegal in the US after all. I found a few men who had knowledge of such things. So I began to research it, to dig deeper. I was fascinated! To be sold as common chattel, the loss of control, the humiliation of being auctioned off like a cow gradually permutated my day and night dreams. I first learned of slave auctions on the Internet (where else?). I don't really understand this but I am what am and I now accept it.īut despite all I've been through, public collarrings, being stripped naked and whipped, even my experiment with multiple partners one evening - nothing so far has compared to the slave auction I experienced last month. I need humiliation, to be degraded, used, embarrassed. I crave humiliation, degradation, being put in my place by males. I fought these tendencies for years but I've finally given up. In truth being degraded angers and disgusts me – angers because I cannot deny the attraction, that hot burn as I am put in humiliating situations, publicly put in my place, made to embarrass myself. Now understand, this isn't something I want. Then after presenting it to the male standing at the store entrance who was controlling me that evening being publicly berated."That's not big enough, go back and get a really big one!" as everyone stared and pointed. I've been instructed to dress as a common streetwalker, short skirt, white satin shirt, six inch heels, fishnet stockings – then go to a grocery store and purchase a single cucumber. It was intensely humiliating as he turned them on in a restaurant, laughing as I struggled not to cum.a battle I lost several times that evening. I teased an otherwise nice male into holding the remote for my vibrating panties. Since I realized and accepted my submissive nature I've explored various fantasies. Stories Hub / BDSM / Slave Auction Slave Auction