My Sale...part 4 of Sofia's story

Darkness. Quiet. Where am I? Alone, oh no. Sale, the sale. Am I there now? Darkness. Alone. No, not alone. I can hear breathing. Breathing? Where am I? Is someone here with me?  Please find my master. He must be out there somewhere. Who will buy me? Master. Master? Sex slave, sex slave, sex slave. Darkness. Darkness. Please. Please someone come. Someone come touch me. Please take me out of this darkness. Please fuck me. Please, pick me, fuck me. Get me out of here, love me, buy me, fuck me. Please I need a master
Suddenly, bright lights...my eyes squeeze shut, so bright. As my eyes adjust I realize it is a spotlight. It is shining on me. Lighting me as I am displayed. I dare not move my head. My eyes scan the room. Others. OTHERS! Others who are all bound and displayed. All under their own light. All gracefully, eerily quiet. I now knew we were the merchandise, and that it was time for the sale. My sale. A master. A master for me. A master...my Master.
We all remain quiet and motionless as we remained on display under the lights. Voices echoed in as men and women started to enter the room we were held in. Women, two of them. Buyers. Buyers! As each person entered they did a "walk through". They actually jotted down...notes? questions? What for sure they had been writing, I will never know. No one touched us, they just walked around as if window shopping. EVERY BUYER wore a mask. A very tall masked man entered and called for quiet. As a hush fell over the room, my heart raced. Master are you here? Is someone here for me? To love me. To care for me. To fuck me. To buy me. To own me. To make me their personal sex slave. Am I to be sold today? OH please, please let someone want me. I don't want to live like this anymore. I need a home. I need care. I need sex. I  need a master. I need sex. I need an owner. I NEED TO BE FUCKED!
The masked master of ceremony started the sale. I was not sure what to expect. A masked naked women took pieces of paper from the buyers and approached the host. He took them and started with the first piece. He opened and read it. Made a motion with his hand and a buyer came forward. His interest was in the woman who was two over to my right. Steeling peeks the best I could, I saw him look, touch, kiss her. He rubbed her breasts. He spread her, poked and prodded. Kissed her again and nodded toward the host. He said "very well, she will be escorted to room one for your final...appraisal. Upon completion of your evaluation, there will be someone available just outside the door to finalize your transaction". He then turned to say the last part to all. "If for whatever reason you are not satisfied, please tell the escort outside the door of the room you are in. The unsatisfactory slave will be placed back among the others for examination by the next prospective buyer. However, you will be excused at that time to await the next sale before your next appraisal". "Understood? Any questions"? No one asked him any questions and as the other woman was being escorted to a room for appraisal, the host continued on. Two more buyers, a third, fourth and then there he was. The fifth buyer of the day stood before me. He did not examine me in quite the say way the other woman had been. He lifted my chin, told me to look up. Our eyes met. His were deep dark brown, but the remainder of his face remained hidden from me. He reached up and caressed my cheek. I felt my face move into his touch. His warmth. I froze. Oh no, don't move, don't react. You are merchandise on display. Stay still. Still. Oh please pick me...please be my master...please give me a home...a Master. He moved his hand away and as I started to fear he would walk away he ran his fingers through my hair. Slid his hand across my skin. For a second time he put his fingers under my chin to pull my face toward his. I looked into his eyes. I tried to look away, to  drop my eyes and not look directly at him. I tried, but I was...stunned...wanton...drawn in to their intensity as he looked into my soul. Then it happened. He nodded at the host. The host said, "room 5 please" and I was escorted to the room for final appraisal. As I was being led away, I heard the host announce the need for an intermission, as the appraisal areas were temporarily full.
In the room was a bed, a chest at the foot of it with a leash and collar on top, next to an envelope. A plain dresser on one side and a X on the opposite wall. The closed door in the far corner, I was sure was the bathroom. As I was led in, it became clear that I would be bound to the X on the wall to await the buyer. The buyer who I hoped to be my Master. As my anticipation began to drive me wild, the door opened. He came in and I could see now just how tall he was. Tall and built big. He looked so strong. Will this be my master? He walked up and again caressed my cheek. It was so tender, so warm, so needed that I sighed. He bent in and kissed my lips. Gently at firs. A kiss that grew deeper and hotter. A kiss that made me need. A kiss that had the voice in my head screaming to be fucked. Oh please fuck me, please pick me, please fuck me, please take me home with you, please fuck me, please be my master, PLEASE FUCK ME!
His hand began to slowly trail over my body. Rubbing my skin. Leaving behind a heated wake wherever he touched. He kissed and nipped at the skin down my jaw, down my neck. Trailed to suckle and bite at each nipple. Fuck me fuck me fuck me. As he suckled, I could feel the result of my excitement as it dripped down my leg. I ached for this mans touch. For him to taste me, to fuck me. For him to want me. For him to choose me. He dropped to his knees before me. With his fingers he held me open and slid his tongue down from my clit to my ass. Poked. Sucked. Licked. Nibbled. Drove me into a state of utter desire. Then he stood, pulled his pants down and trailed the tip of his dick across my entrance. Back and forth. Back and forth he rubbed. Ah so good...yes...yes...ah...then in one smooth thrust he entered me to the hilt and stopped. I think he...hissed. He just stood there. Buried deep inside, he held there. Oh please move, move so I can feel. Move. Move. Plea...he pulled out. Wiped himself off and zipped back up. I felt like my heart had stopped. I held my breath. Why did he stop. Oh no. No. Why did he stop. He turned and walked out the door without a word. I dropped my head and hung there crying. Oh no no please come back. Please don't leave me here. No. No. No.
As the door opened I tried not to cry any longer. I knew it was time to go back on display. To wait. To hope. To yearn. When I looked up it was him. Not my escort. Him. Had he left something behind. Why was he back? Dare I hope. Dare I wish that he came back to take me. Came back to take me home and be my master. Dare  I hope? He walked into the bathroom and I knew then that he must have left something behind. My shoulders slumped. I dropped my head and tried to hold in my sobs until he left. Why don't you want me. Why. Why... Suddenly I felt my feet being untied. When I looked down the escort was about to untie my other ankle when I felt a tug at the ropes around my wrist. I looked over and he was  the one who was at my wrist. Not an escort. Him. He untied both hands and I stood before them. Now what? What happens to me now? He walked away, I squeezed my eyes tightly to try to hold in the tears that were desperate to escape my eyes. That was when I felt it. Felt something at my neck. I opened my eyes and the buyer was collaring me. Then he attached a leash to my collar. Could it be. Will he take me home? Will he be my master? Is this it? Will I be loved? Will I be cared for? Will I have a home? Will this be my master? Oh please. Oh please. When collared I am to be on all fours so I got down at his feet and lowered my head. Waited. He did it. He really did it. He started to walk. He walked me down the hall. He walked me to the display room. Then, HE DID IT! He walked out the door, leading me along behind him. He did it. He walked me to his car. He did it. He did it. He bought me. I am his. He owns me. I am his. He is my master. My master. I have a master. I have a master. I am his sex slave. His. My masters. His!
I wonder where we will live. What kind of master will he be. How will he treat me. How will I serve him. He led me into the back seat of his car. He said, "we will be going home now. In an effort to avoid a conflict, you will once again be sedated. You will lay across the back seat, where you will remain until we arrive at my home. There is a chance that you will be revived before we get all the way there. If that be the case, you are not to sit up or look around. You will remain laying down and keep your eyes closed until I tell you otherwise". He then asked,  "Now, do you understand?" I nodded my understanding and he said one last thing. "In the future, from this moment forward you will answer me with your voice and not a gesture of you head" that was the last thing I heard as the grogginess started to take hold. As everything darkened more and more I wondered what was next. What is in store for me. What now...oh master...what is next?

coming soon
part 5