by Dungeon Master
Key To The Slave’s Chain
Prologue: Sometimes at S/m or D/s parties they have what are called “slave auctions”. I’ve actually seen these events take place where a Dominant(male or female) may auction off his or her submissive( male or female) for the evening to the highest bidder. Mostly this is done with play money, but once real money was used, but donated to a local AIDS clinic.
So when reading this, keep that it mind.
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Elena has been her Master’s submissive for nearly a month now. But today, she is to be sold.
She is chained to a large pillar by a cuff around her ankle, and her hands are in black leather cuffs connected in front of her by a chain. She is wearing a short tunic that comes to the tops of her thighs. Her long dark hair is tied back with a ribbon.
Suddenly, she hears her Master’s voice talking to a stranger. “This is the last dark-haired female I have at this time.”
“May I examine her?” The stranger inquires with a quiet but strong voice.
Elena trembles at the sound of his voice. She has no idea what he looks like as her eyes are riveted to the floor.
“Yes you may,” her Master replies.”Let me know if you want the keys to her chains.” Her Master leaves to look at some of the other transactions taking place, leaving her alone with this stranger, which makes her whimper a bit.
“Look at me slave!”
Elena timidly lifts her head and raises her eyes to his. “Y-yes Sir.” He is very tall, dark haired. It is difficult to meet his eyes, for he makes her feel very small and vulnerable.
He leans down and unties the ribbon in her hair and she flinches slightly, but all he does is spread her long hair all along her shoulders and runs his hand along her cheeks. She moans softly at his light touch.
“Very nice, slave.”
His hand slides slowly down her front, chuckling low in his throat as he reaches her erect nipples. “You’re quite responsive, aren’t you?”
She whimpers at his words, helplessly trying to press against his hand. He whispers in her ear, “You’re so hot and wet, such a helpless slave, wanting to serve.” He continues speaking to Elena in that soft, commanding voice as he caresses her intimately, “Tell me, what is the one unforgivable thing a slave can do?”
She squirms against his hand, hardly able to answer, but he is patient, still touching her as he waits for her words. Finally, she manages a barely audible whisper, “…to lie to…her Master…Sir”
His soft smile lets her know that her answer pleased him sufficiently, as he continues to caress her breasts, stomach, lower still, between her thighs to that warm, wet throbbing place. She is caught in his gaze. He can see the need.
She is squirming from his touch as he turns her slightly and bends her from the waist. With his left hand he keeps teasing and caressing her hot flesh, strokes her breasts, pinches her nipples while the other hand strokes her between the thighs from the rear.
Then without warning, he brings his right hand down hard on her bare bottom. She yelps but the stinging sensation is trumped by the exquisite feeling of his other hand stroking her most secret spot. He continues to spank her, left cheek, right cheek, up, down and around as his digit enters her and caresses her clit. Over and over, these powerful sensations with that soothing, commanding voice, bring her closer and closer to the edge. She is begging for release!
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she hears his voice say, “Cum for me, slave!”
She cries out softly and cums hard, shaking and trembling violently, her body as tense as a bow string. He continues to touch her, making her spasm again and again, until her muscles are shaking with the strain. Finally, he stops and she falls against him, weak and utterly spent. After a few moments when she can breathe again she is still in a daze.
He smiled down at her. “I think it is time to ask your Master for the key to the chains.