by Rose St. Andrews
Emma 'hung' in the 'larder' among the other 'slabs of meat'. At least that's what this room of 'The Woodshed' was called and how they were referred to. It was the premiere BDSM club in the city, and the larder was where the girls for the slave auction were kept. Strictly speaking, they weren't hung, as that was dangerous. The girls wore harnesses that supported their body weight, and then a silken 'noose' went around their necks. The effect was quite striking. Each also had a lot number written on her side with a black marker and a tag to specify what the girl would not allow to be done to her. Some of the girls were naked, and Emma envied them their comfort at being nude. She just couldn't do that. She settled for a thong and bikini top. One girl even had a nipple ring and her tag hung from it! Way too wild for Emma's taste.
The buyers strolled among the 'meat', casually chatting and discussing the pros and cons of each 'cut'. Yet, not touching - that was a strict rule of the club! "Lot Sixteen has nice breasts." "Love the ass on twenty." "Two is so nicely proportioned; you often don't see that on petite women. I bet she'll fetch top dollar."
Emma smiled around her ball gag. She was Lot Two, and she'd had spanking and Dom fantasies for years. She'd just never been able to act on them. No, she'd been 'Little Miss Responsible', taking care of her dad since she was fourteen and her mom died. Now she was free, and wanted to relax and not be the one in charge. She'd worked at The Woodshed for over a year as a secretary, and now she was going to try it. Mistress Lisa had suggested the charity auction as an option: three days with a Master who would respect her limits (for those girls who had any).
Lisa, decked out in her finest black leather dress, stepped into the room. "Gentlemen, it's time for the auction. If you'll follow me to the gallery?"
They filed out, and then the minions set about bringing the girls to the block. Emma fell in behind Lot One, quite the busty curvy and tall blond. She was a sizzling babe and Emma felt tiny and inadequate alongside her. Standing backstage, she heard the first auction - Miss Blond went for a nice price - then Emma was dragged on stage by her collar. Slowly she was turned, the minion forcing her to bend to show off her ass. Emma shivered, the humiliation causing her pulse to quicken. The crowd, hidden by the bright lights shining upon her, murmured its approval.
"Gentlemen, Lot Two," Lisa said, standing at the mike. "A perfect little spanking slave, age twenty-two, four-foot eight, ninety pounds. While not a sexual virgin, she is a spanking virgin; she's had only one sexual partner, and has never achieved orgasm."
Not to be reposted, reproduced or distributed, in part or whole.