The High Bidder Gets Chrissie
High Bidder Gets Chrissie
My BFF Kelly belongs to an Alternative Lifestyles Club and her being a member always seems to affect me.
Several times a year the club hosts what they refer to as a "Slave Auction". The rules behind the auction state that
certain members who are selected by random draw are required to bring a date or guest to the auction. The members'
guest/date for the affair must agree to become participants in the evenings "slave auction." Agreeing to participate in the
auction means that at the close of the evening the newly acquired "slaves" are the property of the person who bid the most
for their services. There are clearly defined rules as to what type of services the Master may request of their new "slave".
The potential "slaves" must agree to these parameters prior to the bidding. A potential "slave" may clearly spell out in writing
any activity which they absolutely refuse to engage in. These exceptions are available to the bidders prior to the bidding and
usually determine the degree of interest in a potential "slave' as well as how much money a potential Master might be
willing to pay. I was surprised to see that most of these would be "slaves" placed very few limits on what they would be
willing to do. You can imagine what the most prevalent taboos expressed might be.
When Kelly received her invitation to the next "Slave Auction" she informed me that she wanted me to be her date for the evening.
Anyone member intending to bid at the auction was required to pay an entrance fee and there were always more bidders then
participating "slaves". The money that each successful bidder paid for his evening's "slave" was split between the "slave" and their
e*****ing member. Kelly convinced me that we could be splitting several thousand dollars before the evening was through. Kelly
told me that the "slaves" supplied by the club members are sometimes other club members, sometimes members' girlfriends, often
a member's wife and she even remembered a guy who presented his sister for auction.
"Wow" I said "These people must really be into this, eh? "
"Chrissie honey, some are in it for the money, some for a thrill, some just like sex, and some need the humiliation." Kelly said.
"OK Kell, and exactly why should I be interested in participating?" I asked.
"What a silly question that is." Kelly laughed. "You love sex, and besides there's big money in it and you're a fucking whore!"
We both laughed and I informed Kelly that I would be her date for the evening.
The Alt Club was located in a converted VFW hall. I couldn't help but wonder what the veterans would think if they knew what
went on in their old meeting place.
The night of the Slave Auction I asked Kelly what I was expected to wear? She informed that it was totally up to me but I should
remember that the sexier I looked the more spirited the bidding was likely to be.
The evening started with an hour and half of mingling, drinking, and feasting on a catered dinner of pheasant, wild rice and fresh
fruit. The meal was designed to put the attendants into an old time master/slave state of mind. It was during the get acquainted
session that the potential "slaves" filled out their "slave resumes". The "resume" included the parameters and taboos of the would be
"slave' as well as any previous "slave" experience. A slave auction participant could also use this "resume" to enhance their chances of
garnering a higher purchase price by peaking the interest of the bidders.
Following dinner, and after the departure of the catering staff, the women who were due to take their place on the auction block were
excused to prepare for the evening's principle entertainment.
This particular evening there were eleven women being auctioned off including myself. We were provided rooms off the main gathering
hall in which to change into the outfits we intended to wear while on the auction block.
A small room just off the main hall was set up as a waiting area for the "slaves".
I noticed that most of the women were encased in long robes, most of them of a silky nature. One by one the women were introduced to
the assembled membership. The member who was sponsoring the perspective "slave" would introduce their "slave" and attempt to create
an interest in their property by relating what they felt to be that woman's selling features.
As each woman was introduced and at the direction of her e***** she removed her robe and tossed it aside to reveal her "slave" attire.
Most of the entrants were clothed in stockings, some with garter belts and some just thigh highs. Many had matching bra and panty
sets and some wore lacy high cut teddies. Although one woman was clad in baby doll pajamas. Of course everyone had on heels of various
heights.
I chose to be the last one to be introduced. Naturally Kelly introduced me. She told them that she had brought something very special
to their auction.
She said, "I PRESENT TO YOU FOR YOUR INSPECTION A STUNNING EXAMPLE OF A FEMALE. A TRUE BEAUTY. SOMETHING
YOU WON'T DON'T FIND EVERYDAY. DON'T LET HER PETITE SIZE FOOL YOU. THIS LITTLE HONEY IS ONE VERY
SEXY BITCH. SHE WILL DO FOR YOU THE THINGS YOUR CURRENT PARTNER WON'T. SHE MAY ONLY HAVE TWO
HOLES FOR YOUR PLEASURE BUT BELIEVE SHE KNOWS HOW TO USE THEM FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT. IF YOU'VE
NEVER EXPERIENCED ONE LIKE HER NOW IS YOUR CHANCE. HOWEVER MY FRIENDS LIKE ALL GREAT WHORES
SHE WON'T COME CHEAP. I ADVISE YOU TO BID HIGH AND DON'T LET THIS ONE SLIP AWAY....IT GIVES ME
GREAT PLEASURE TO PROVIDE FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT.....................
CHRISSIE!!!!!!!!! THE LITTLE WHORE WITH SOMETHING EXTRA!!!!!!!
I walked out wearing, what could only be described as a harem girl's outfit. A diaphanous halter top that extended to just above my navel.
It had a very thin push-up style bra sewn into it. The combination of the thin material of the bra and the halter still wasn't opaque enough to
completely hide my breasts. Standing before this crowd my nipples became very rigid against the gauzy material. The outfit was completed
with parachute style pants of the same fragile see through fabric. Inside the pants were hip hugger style panties that fit me like a glove. In the
rear they molded themselves to the cheeks of my ass and in front you could clearly make out the outline of the little appendage I refer to
as my "clitty".
The auctioneer had to ask the crowd to quiet down as the whistles and catcalls were becoming quite loud. Once the noise had abated a bit
he instructed all the "slaves" to turn around and allow the bidders to, as he put it "get a look at your gorgeous asses."
The auctioneer went down the line and asked for opening bids on each individual "slave". The bids ranged from 100 to 1200 dollars. He repeated
the process going in a downward progression from one end of the line to the other. The bidding was more furious this time and now the least
expensive "slave" would cost a successful bidder over $1500. Two elderly gentlemen went back and forth exchanging ever higher bids when it
came my turn. After three rounds of bidding my selling price had risen to $3200!!
As the bidding fell off on some of the women one after another of them were announced as "sold". During the course of the bidding war several
of the women elected to bare their breasts in an effort to increase interest. Soon most of the "slaves" were freely exposing their tits.
Eventually it reached a point where only 3 of us remained unsold. A tall blond woman of about 30 with an incredible body was being contested
over by two thirty something men. The bidding was at $2800 when one guy announced he'd have to drop out. At that point an older man stood up and
handed him some money. The guy raised his bid to $3300 and was eventually pronounced the owner of the blond. He looked over toward the
older man and said "Thanks Dad."
The guy who just been outbid then offered to pay $2900 for the other remaining woman. Now I was the only unsold property left on the block.
The two men who been bidding on me began to talk between themselves. They asked the auctioneer if they could speak with Chrissie's owner.
Kelly returned to the platform and they asked her "if she would be willing to allow them to share her "slave" in exchange for a purchase price
of $7250 !!! Kelly didn't even bat an eye before she announced that " Hell yes!! I don't care who fucks the little whore."
The hall broke out in a mixture of applause and laughter. The auctioneer then invited all the successful bidders to gather at the bar where they
could pay for their newly acquired property.
Once their money was paid the new masters were each given studded black leather collars and instructed to return to the platform and claim
their "slave". By now it was nearly ten o'clock. I was collared and led away by the two gentlemen who had successfully bid on me. We walked
outside where a cab was waiting. Less than a half hour later we were dropped off at a large stately home where I, according to the rules of
the auction was now the property of these two gentlemen until ten PM the following day. Over the next 24 hours I was made to perform oral
sex on both men individually 3 times. They took turns with one had his cock in my "pussy" while the other had his in my mouth. Later they would
switch holes and repeat the ritual. One of them would suck my "clitty" while I sucked off the other.
They took turns showering with me. I was trussed up and fucked. I was spanked with a hand, a belt, and a
ping pong paddle. I had cum on my ass and in my ass. I received 2 facials and a pair of titty fucks. Over the 24 hour period between the two
of them I lost count of how many times they fucked my "pussy".
I have to admit they certainly got their money's worth.
That evening they called me cab and sent me home. Kelly forced me to tell her every thing that transpired over the past 24 hours. When I was
finished she opened her purse and dumped $7250 on the table. This just may have been the experience that convinced me I was destined
to be a high priced whore.
My BFF Kelly belongs to an Alternative Lifestyles Club and her being a member always seems to affect me.
Several times a year the club hosts what they refer to as a "Slave Auction". The rules behind the auction state that
certain members who are selected by random draw are required to bring a date or guest to the auction. The members'
guest/date for the affair must agree to become participants in the evenings "slave auction." Agreeing to participate in the
auction means that at the close of the evening the newly acquired "slaves" are the property of the person who bid the most
for their services. There are clearly defined rules as to what type of services the Master may request of their new "slave".
The potential "slaves" must agree to these parameters prior to the bidding. A potential "slave" may clearly spell out in writing
any activity which they absolutely refuse to engage in. These exceptions are available to the bidders prior to the bidding and
usually determine the degree of interest in a potential "slave' as well as how much money a potential Master might be
willing to pay. I was surprised to see that most of these would be "slaves" placed very few limits on what they would be
willing to do. You can imagine what the most prevalent taboos expressed might be.
When Kelly received her invitation to the next "Slave Auction" she informed me that she wanted me to be her date for the evening.
Anyone member intending to bid at the auction was required to pay an entrance fee and there were always more bidders then
participating "slaves". The money that each successful bidder paid for his evening's "slave" was split between the "slave" and their
e*****ing member. Kelly convinced me that we could be splitting several thousand dollars before the evening was through. Kelly
told me that the "slaves" supplied by the club members are sometimes other club members, sometimes members' girlfriends, often
a member's wife and she even remembered a guy who presented his sister for auction.
"Wow" I said "These people must really be into this, eh? "
"Chrissie honey, some are in it for the money, some for a thrill, some just like sex, and some need the humiliation." Kelly said.
"OK Kell, and exactly why should I be interested in participating?" I asked.
"What a silly question that is." Kelly laughed. "You love sex, and besides there's big money in it and you're a fucking whore!"
We both laughed and I informed Kelly that I would be her date for the evening.
The Alt Club was located in a converted VFW hall. I couldn't help but wonder what the veterans would think if they knew what
went on in their old meeting place.
The night of the Slave Auction I asked Kelly what I was expected to wear? She informed that it was totally up to me but I should
remember that the sexier I looked the more spirited the bidding was likely to be.
The evening started with an hour and half of mingling, drinking, and feasting on a catered dinner of pheasant, wild rice and fresh
fruit. The meal was designed to put the attendants into an old time master/slave state of mind. It was during the get acquainted
session that the potential "slaves" filled out their "slave resumes". The "resume" included the parameters and taboos of the would be
"slave' as well as any previous "slave" experience. A slave auction participant could also use this "resume" to enhance their chances of
garnering a higher purchase price by peaking the interest of the bidders.
Following dinner, and after the departure of the catering staff, the women who were due to take their place on the auction block were
excused to prepare for the evening's principle entertainment.
This particular evening there were eleven women being auctioned off including myself. We were provided rooms off the main gathering
hall in which to change into the outfits we intended to wear while on the auction block.
A small room just off the main hall was set up as a waiting area for the "slaves".
I noticed that most of the women were encased in long robes, most of them of a silky nature. One by one the women were introduced to
the assembled membership. The member who was sponsoring the perspective "slave" would introduce their "slave" and attempt to create
an interest in their property by relating what they felt to be that woman's selling features.
As each woman was introduced and at the direction of her e***** she removed her robe and tossed it aside to reveal her "slave" attire.
Most of the entrants were clothed in stockings, some with garter belts and some just thigh highs. Many had matching bra and panty
sets and some wore lacy high cut teddies. Although one woman was clad in baby doll pajamas. Of course everyone had on heels of various
heights.
I chose to be the last one to be introduced. Naturally Kelly introduced me. She told them that she had brought something very special
to their auction.
She said, "I PRESENT TO YOU FOR YOUR INSPECTION A STUNNING EXAMPLE OF A FEMALE. A TRUE BEAUTY. SOMETHING
YOU WON'T DON'T FIND EVERYDAY. DON'T LET HER PETITE SIZE FOOL YOU. THIS LITTLE HONEY IS ONE VERY
SEXY BITCH. SHE WILL DO FOR YOU THE THINGS YOUR CURRENT PARTNER WON'T. SHE MAY ONLY HAVE TWO
HOLES FOR YOUR PLEASURE BUT BELIEVE SHE KNOWS HOW TO USE THEM FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT. IF YOU'VE
NEVER EXPERIENCED ONE LIKE HER NOW IS YOUR CHANCE. HOWEVER MY FRIENDS LIKE ALL GREAT WHORES
SHE WON'T COME CHEAP. I ADVISE YOU TO BID HIGH AND DON'T LET THIS ONE SLIP AWAY....IT GIVES ME
GREAT PLEASURE TO PROVIDE FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT.....................
CHRISSIE!!!!!!!!! THE LITTLE WHORE WITH SOMETHING EXTRA!!!!!!!
I walked out wearing, what could only be described as a harem girl's outfit. A diaphanous halter top that extended to just above my navel.
It had a very thin push-up style bra sewn into it. The combination of the thin material of the bra and the halter still wasn't opaque enough to
completely hide my breasts. Standing before this crowd my nipples became very rigid against the gauzy material. The outfit was completed
with parachute style pants of the same fragile see through fabric. Inside the pants were hip hugger style panties that fit me like a glove. In the
rear they molded themselves to the cheeks of my ass and in front you could clearly make out the outline of the little appendage I refer to
as my "clitty".
The auctioneer had to ask the crowd to quiet down as the whistles and catcalls were becoming quite loud. Once the noise had abated a bit
he instructed all the "slaves" to turn around and allow the bidders to, as he put it "get a look at your gorgeous asses."
The auctioneer went down the line and asked for opening bids on each individual "slave". The bids ranged from 100 to 1200 dollars. He repeated
the process going in a downward progression from one end of the line to the other. The bidding was more furious this time and now the least
expensive "slave" would cost a successful bidder over $1500. Two elderly gentlemen went back and forth exchanging ever higher bids when it
came my turn. After three rounds of bidding my selling price had risen to $3200!!
As the bidding fell off on some of the women one after another of them were announced as "sold". During the course of the bidding war several
of the women elected to bare their breasts in an effort to increase interest. Soon most of the "slaves" were freely exposing their tits.
Eventually it reached a point where only 3 of us remained unsold. A tall blond woman of about 30 with an incredible body was being contested
over by two thirty something men. The bidding was at $2800 when one guy announced he'd have to drop out. At that point an older man stood up and
handed him some money. The guy raised his bid to $3300 and was eventually pronounced the owner of the blond. He looked over toward the
older man and said "Thanks Dad."
The guy who just been outbid then offered to pay $2900 for the other remaining woman. Now I was the only unsold property left on the block.
The two men who been bidding on me began to talk between themselves. They asked the auctioneer if they could speak with Chrissie's owner.
Kelly returned to the platform and they asked her "if she would be willing to allow them to share her "slave" in exchange for a purchase price
of $7250 !!! Kelly didn't even bat an eye before she announced that " Hell yes!! I don't care who fucks the little whore."
The hall broke out in a mixture of applause and laughter. The auctioneer then invited all the successful bidders to gather at the bar where they
could pay for their newly acquired property.
Once their money was paid the new masters were each given studded black leather collars and instructed to return to the platform and claim
their "slave". By now it was nearly ten o'clock. I was collared and led away by the two gentlemen who had successfully bid on me. We walked
outside where a cab was waiting. Less than a half hour later we were dropped off at a large stately home where I, according to the rules of
the auction was now the property of these two gentlemen until ten PM the following day. Over the next 24 hours I was made to perform oral
sex on both men individually 3 times. They took turns with one had his cock in my "pussy" while the other had his in my mouth. Later they would
switch holes and repeat the ritual. One of them would suck my "clitty" while I sucked off the other.
They took turns showering with me. I was trussed up and fucked. I was spanked with a hand, a belt, and a
ping pong paddle. I had cum on my ass and in my ass. I received 2 facials and a pair of titty fucks. Over the 24 hour period between the two
of them I lost count of how many times they fucked my "pussy".
I have to admit they certainly got their money's worth.
That evening they called me cab and sent me home. Kelly forced me to tell her every thing that transpired over the past 24 hours. When I was
finished she opened her purse and dumped $7250 on the table. This just may have been the experience that convinced me I was destined
to be a high priced whore.
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