My breathing quickens as you stand behind me and pull my hair aside to close the collar around my neck. I've been asking you for months to play this game, to put a collar on me and fuck me as if I were your slave girl, but you've always refused, I don't understand why tonight you decided to play when I haven't asked you to for a long time.
You didn't even tell me you were going to do it, like every night we meet at your apartment you barely let me say a word to you before pushing me against the wall and kissing me passionately.
As usual my clothes are strewn around the hallway, I have arrived naked in the living room, though instead of bending me over the couch and fucking me hard until you bring me to the first orgasm of the night as you usually do, you have handed me the lingerie I am going to wear tonight, a white negligee with matching panties. A normal day, after dressing me we would go to bed, and after sucking your cock you would fuck me for hours, making me cum over and over again. Today you told me to sit on a couch and you put the collar on me.
I'm a little scared when I realize that it's not the leather collar I bought months ago in case you decided to play one day, but a metal collar, very similar to the one used by real slave girls, I even thought I heard a click when you closed it. The collar has a metal strap attached to it, which you pull violently to force me to stand up. As soon as I am on my feet, you grab my hands and pull them behind my back, closing handcuffs around my wrists and placing a blindfold over my eyes, then you grab the strap again and pull me into the room.
As we approach the room my arousal grows, I feel my pussy getting wet, anticipating what you are going to do to me, handcuffed and helpless as I am. You may fuck my ass tonight, you have asked me many times and I have always refused, telling you to provoke you that you could fuck me when you treat me as your slave girl.
When you open the door that I think is the bedroom door all the excitement disappears as I feel the fresh air hitting my body, you are taking me out into the street, allowing someone to see me walking around dressed like that, showing practically my whole body, guided by a leash as if I were a common slave girrl.
That thought terrifies me for a few seconds, just enough time for my imagination to run wild: no one knows this is a game, for anyone who sees us I am a slave girl being walked by her Master, taken to who knows where, you could perfectly fuck me in the middle of the street and no one would do or say anything, you could even let one of those voyeurs fuck me and I could do nothing to prevent it.
My arousal soars, I notice how my panties get wet with my juices, a wave of shame rises through my body at the thought that anyone who comes across us and watches me will see a horny slave girl, eager to be fucked by her Master.
The walk lasts about ten minutes before I stop feeling the cold in my body, I try to forget about my excitement to try to find out what is going on, it barely takes me a few seconds to realize that we haven't really gone outside, your apartment is in the penthouse of the building and at no time have we ever taken the elevator or gone down stairs.
Then I remember one night you told me that you were also the owner of the other penthouse in the building and that you could pass from one to the other through the terrace, you must have set up some kind of scenario there and you have been walking me around the terrace to give me the impression that you were taking me somewhere.
I can't help but smile as I realize that this wasn't just a warm up you had tonight, you've been setting it up for a while, turning down my requests to make them happen right on my twenty-first birthday.
When we finally stop, we do so in a room where it is too hot, so hot that it takes me just a few seconds to start sweating and notice how the negligee sticks to my body.
You release your grip on the leash and for a few seconds I don't know where you are, the seconds get longer and I start to get nervous, finally I feel your breath on my neck and your fingers running down my arms and back, you release my hands from the cuffs and lift them up above my head, locking something metal around my wrists.
As soon as my wrists are locked, something begins to pull them up, lifting me off the ground, not stopping until I am barely able to touch the ground with my fingertips. I feel your breath on my neck again, closer and closer until I feel your lips kissing me and your tongue slowly licking me.
My whole body shudders from your caresses and a choked moan of pleasure escapes my mouth when your hand slips inside my soaked panties and you insert two fingers into my pussy as you search for my clitoris.
You continue to masturbate me, causing my moans of pleasure to fill the place where we meet in a strange way, as if there is an echo repeating them, after what seems to me an eternity, I notice your fingers in my hair playing with the clasp of the blind, I am finally going to discover where I am and what you have prepared for me.
As soon as you remove the mask, my eyes open wide to see where I am, it is a room with white walls, with hardly any decoration, around me there are at least a dozen other girls dressed like me and restrained in different positions, all of them have someone next to them masturbating them, causing a cacophony of moans of pleasure. At least two dozen elegantly dressed people walk around the room observing the exposed girls and taking notes.
In case I have any doubts about what is going on, a huge screen makes it clear to me, it is full of photos of girls, including mine, next to the photo are all my details including a line that when I read it causes a shiver to run through my entire body: Starting bid $25,000.
“Happy birthday, slave girl;” you say to me just as I burst into orgasm. “Enjoy your slavery fantasies.”
Pleasure courses through my body, causing me to close my eyes, it is the best orgasm I have ever had in my life and as I recover from all the sensations that wash over me I can't help but think that this is the beginning of your gift, that you are now going to untie me and take me to the bedroom to fuck me all night long.
Still recovering from the pleasure, I am startled to feel several hands roaming my body, entering my pussy and my virgin ass, pinching my nipples, opening my mouth to check my teeth. When I open my eyes I am surrounded by half a dozen people, some of them women, examining me as if I were really a slave girl for sale.
The next half hour they don't stop examining me, I lose count of the people who do it, of the fingers that enter my pussy and my ass, it's very humiliating. The problem is that my arousal has not diminished at any time, I have cum at least another three times, wetting the fingers that were inspecting me, fingers that I have been forced to clean when they have taken them into my mouth.
During that half hour, more and more frightened, I try to look for you through all the people around me, I want you to release me, I don't like this game anymore. I can't find you, and when finally people move away from me, my eyes fix on the screen and tears begin to fall down my cheeks as I see what now appears on it: Final bid $230,000. Sold.
