Cherry's Diary
Copyright© 2025 by Mike McGifford
Chapter 4
Dear Diary, I’m sorry for cutting and running yesterday. You know you play second fiddle only to Charles. So where was I? Oh, that’s right, the auction.
I was the first subject on the block, but only after an announcement and very embarrassing explanation was made. The announcement was that I was to be auctioned first, as an example of how such auctions were once held.
The announcer assured everyone that subsequent participants would be afforded the appropriate levels of respect and consideration but that the sponsors of the night’s events didn’t want the guests to trivialize an auction of real people, even for charity.
To say that my anxiety went into overdrive was an understatement, Diary.
I was called to the area they called the stage, which was really just a raised platform not even two feet high. It was just high enough that everyone could clearly see me. The room lights were cut off and special stage lighting replaced it.
Charles got me to my feet and anyone who hadn’t seen me kneeling in my handcuffs got a good look at them once I stepped onto the stage, since the shawl had been taken at the same time as I’d first knelt.
Charles led me to the stage with a hand under my elbow and although I’m only five foot three inches in bare feet, wearing my five inch pearl white shoes, my head was level with his shoulder. With my hair in the updo the way it was, I looked even taller.
I was introduced as Mrs Cherie Fairweather, the announcer making a point of pronouncing my official first name making it sound truly French even though I’m originally Canadian.
He then went on to tell the room my age and that I have been married to the same man since I was nineteen. Next he began to get personal, sharing my measurements, that I’m a three hole whore, my predilection for cock, although only ever having had Charles’ and assuring the audience that I’ve never provided services to a woman but am open to it, as if such a thing was of particular interest to me.
The way he listed off my attributes as if from personal experience was somewhat humbling. These are attributes, Diary, that I’m not embarrassed about per se, but listed off so dispassionately as if detailing the features of a used car made me feel small.
He finished off my resume by listing off most of the fetishes I’ve been trained to enjoy from armpit licking to Zoophilia. I think you know, Diary, that I have never had sex with an animal or would I have written about it, but Charles has expressed an interest in seeing me suck a horse cock. He must have provided the announcer a list.
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