Chapter 1

At the last moment she was having second thoughts. She had agreed to be auctioned off as a slave to the highest bidder, at the time it had sounded exciting and just a little scary. But now that the day was here she wasn't so sure. Who would win her? What would she have to do? What would be done to her? She was only 19, barely old enough to even participate. What about her limits? Would she be allowed limits? Would whoever won her respect them? All these thoughts were running through her head as she lay in bed, knowing she needed to get up and get ready. Pushing the thoughts aside she rose from the bed, stretching her lean tan body she looked in the mirror beside her bed. Seeing her firm breasts, her large pink nipples sticking out and her flat stomach. Looking down she noticed her smooth shaven pussy and felt a slight embarrassment at how visible it was shaven clean as it was. She reached down and touched it, surprised at how smooth it felt. She had never shaved her pussy before and had only done it for the first time for the auction. Standing up she looked at herself fully in the mirror, at her long brown hair, hazel eyes and full mouth. She turned and looked at her ass liking what she saw in the mirror. Pulling herself away she walked to the bathroom for a nice hot refreshing shower, hoping to wash away some of her fears.

Once out of the shower she went over to her wardrobe and pulled out the clothes she had been told to wear. A short skirt with no panties, garter belt and black stockings and a black corset that cinched in her already small waist and pushed her breasts up and out, high heels and lastly a black collar around her neck.

Pulling on the skirt she discovered it barely covered her ass and a hint of her shaved pussy peeked out. Her heart beat a little faster at that, knowing that whoever looked at her would see her naked pussy and ass. Then pulling on the garter belt and smoothing the black stockings over her legs she couldn't help but feel sexy and reaching up to just brush a finger across her pussy lips she felt just a hint of wetness and barely resisted the urge to touch herself more. Straightening up she pulled on the corset and cinched it tight, loving the way it cinched in her small waist. Slipping on her high heels and lastly her collar she looked in the mirror and smiled nervously anticipating, yet still fearing what was to come.

She had been a slave once before to a very demanding Dom. Though she had only been with Him for just a few months she had learned a lot and knew what it meant to be a slave. She loved to serve and please a Dom, to feel His power over her. She yearned to find the one that would put His collar on her and call her His. The thought of such is what drew her to the auction tonight, yet it was also what she feared. Though the need to submit and be owned was strong, she also feared it. Feared completely belonging to someone, feared being made to do things she didn't know if she could do.

Shaking her head she set those thoughts aside and looking at the clock she noticed with a start what time it was and hurriedly went into her living room and kneeled by the door, back to the door with arms behind her back as instructed. To await the one that was going to collect her for the auction. No more then a minute after she had gotten into position she heard her door open and heard someone entering, she resisted the urge to turn around knowing if she did she would be punished. She felt a hand on her arm pulling her up then felt the blindfold being slipped over her head and covering her eyes. Once her eyes were covered she heard a male voice ordering her to turn and to keep her arms behind her. Once turned she was ordered to spread her legs, then she could feel eyes on her, looking her over. After a minute of silence that had her heart racing she felt his breath on her ear as he whispered:

"You will go for a nice price slut"

She shivered as a tingle went down her spine as she thought about what he said.

"What is your name slut?" He asked

"Elizabeth Sir"

"For now on you will be referred to as slave, slut, or any other name we choose, is that clear?" He asked

"Yes Sir" she replied in a shaky voice

She felt a leash being hooked onto her collar and felt it being pulled. She blindly followed hoping he didn't lead her into anything or that she didn't trip. She was lead to a waiting car and helped inside. Her heart started racing faster knowing that she was on her way to be auctioned off as a slave. She also felt her nipples harden and felt her getting wet at the thought of being a slave again. To be used by a Dom again for His pleasure. She felt the wetness coating her pussy lips and running down her thighs and hoped that whoever bought her let her cum tonight, as excited as she already was.

After being in the car for awhile she started to relax. Maybe whoever won her would be the one who would eventually collar her. Maybe it would be the one that she would serve, the one that would own her, and the one that she would answer too. She so yearned to be owned. But she tried not to get her hopes up, the auction was only temporary. But if she really tried and was a really good slave then maybe just maybe whoever she was to serve after the auction would keep her. As she was thinking of this entire she felt the car slowing down and coming to a stop.

Her heart started racing and her palms started to get sweaty as she realized that they were there. This was it; she was going to be auctioned off as a slave to the highest bidder. She heard footsteps coming up to the car and pulling open the door. Then she felt someone grabbing hold of her leash and pulling her outside. She was lead to a nondescript building at the end of a long driveway. Once inside the blindfold was taken off and she was led into a room where there were approximately 10 or 15 other slaves all awaiting the same fate. Most of them were around Elizabeth's age maybe a couple were a few years older. She smiled at a few of them but knew better then to try and speak. She was fitted with ankle and wrist cuffs and told to sit and await further instructions. She nervously sits down and waits, her heart racing the entire time. She looks around at the other slaves to see if they look as nervous as she is. As she is looking around she hears a loudspeaker crackle to life.