The 100 thousand dollar slave

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My Master got sick of Me and discarded Me. He decided to sell me on the black market. I was barefoot, tied up and taken to a stage, where I would be auctioned. They hung my hands above my head and as my Master was a good merchant, he commented to the audience:

That girl slave cost me a fortune! Soon, I will reveal your private parts, so for now I will talk about the rest. During these years of being your Master, I was surprised by your intelligence and obedience. She performed heavy, difficult, complex work with perfection. She is very dedicated, disciplined and meticulous. When I gave her an order, I was met with impressive submission.

I had to punish her many times and she endured the pain without complaining. With each punishment, she showed herself even more willing and competent. I sent her to read books, many of which she read on her own. This is why she has this abundance of Knowledge and Wisdom.

As for the body, you guys are witnessing live what it is like. If it were just to sell your body, it would be worth a lot. However, I know you guys are curious about what matters most. After all, there is nothing better than appreciating, touching and licking her pussy. I enjoyed a lot until today. Your butt is even more delicious, fleshy and I fill it with slaps.

He put his fingers on the edge of my skirt and rolled them down. Then he revealed my thighs to the audience. All that was left was to pull down my panties and again, he just put his fingers on the edge of them. He held on tight and slowly lowered it. Everyone was impressed by what they saw. It didn't take long for the first one to make an offer. My Master molested me, to make them even more willing. My price rose absurdly. Three remained, making even higher offers. One of them argued: I'm not leaving here until I can touch her. And He was left with just one more. The two went crazy during the dispute, to the point of exchanging accusations. At one point, they both made threats against Me, such as: It's all your fault, slave! When I buy you, I will torture you right here! And I felt very sorry. I lowered my head in fear, imagining what one of these two would do to me.

The auction was just starting when these two remained. The price rose so much that I worried about the financial crisis the buyer would face. The years with my Master had been peaceful. I was unfairly punished several times, yet He never tortured me. I thanked Him, through a lot of work and dedication. I didn't want to be tortured in any way and I noticed how much my Master respected my plea.

Now, I would be vulnerable to a completely unknown Master. Would He punish me unjustly too? More or less times compared to my previous Master? Would I be tortured for the first time in my life? Even giving myself as much as possible, to your every order?

One of the two made a ridiculous offer! It was a much higher value compared to the last bid. It was so much Will, that He agreed to be ashamed. The other accepted defeat. In his mind, He had been defeated in that last move. He was still willing to make a slightly bigger move, aware that his opponent could make another absurd move afterwards. That's why he hid it from everyone that it was his last move and did it. And in response, his opponent also made a slightly bigger bid. In other words, for the first time He demonstrated weakness. He would have won if he had just made another ridiculous offer. Thus, He saw this as an opportunity to win the auction. How He would pay, I didn't know. However, He decided to win the auction at all costs. In other words, it was He who made the last ridiculous offer of the day!

His opponent simply shut up in the: " going once, going twice..." and the auctioneer made an exception. He believed the offer would come and it took longer than normal until "going three times, sold." The opponent left the room furious! He swore to find a way to get me. The winner of the auction was even more nervous, as he would have to sell even what he didn't possess to pay me.

As promised, He came storming towards me and shouted: "I'm going to make you pay for every penny I paid you!" And he slapped me violently in the face. I went into despair. I was very afraid of being tortured for the first time and I immediately apologized. He shouted even more angrily: "I didn't tell you to talk! You're just an object! I'm going to teach you this lesson the hard way! I'm going to punish you in front of everyone. Right now!"

[bondage022]

Hey guys!

I wrote this story in Portuguese and struggled a lot translating it into English. If possible, let me know if you find any grammatical errors. This is the first part, there are two more parts.

Thank you!

[bondage022]

Part 2


I started to cry, as my new Master took the whip. The loser of the auction came back and asked him: "Please, can I touch her a little? Just a little, I swore I wouldn't leave here without touching her." And my Master laughed and cursed him: "Are you jealous? If you want her, go work, you bum!"

He swallowed the offense, but agreed to just see me. I wanted to commit suicide, but I couldn't do anything. I was tied up and scared to death. This new Master had no scruples! My days would be long, and I wouldn't be able to bear even the first one. He didn't even wait to punish me, he wanted to experience this moment as soon as possible. He made it clear that he was the type to punish me for free. Just for the pleasure of seeing people suffer. There will be no point in obeying Him with care, because He will still punish me. Or even... torture me! Just imagining it made me despair.

After violent lashes and my scandalous screams, he shouted: "Have you learned your lesson? Weren't you able to deduce that you weren't supposed to speak without my permission?" And I humbly replied: "Excuse me Master. Can I answer your question ? " And He replied: "Now yes! You should have asked for permission the first time! I have no obligation to listen to you, without giving you permission. "

I had never experienced a situation like this with my former Master. I felt very ashamed and regretful. I didn't expect that I would irritate him so much already. I was so proud to have been such a great slave to my former Master.

I stepped forward and said, "I apologize, Master. I deserved every lash I received and from now on, that will never happen again." And my Master commented, "I will not forgive you! I am still offended by your attitude! I'm not going to wait to educate you and punish you. I don't care if people see us, I'm going to humiliate you in front of everyone and I don't care what damage it will cause to you!"

And as promised, I paid the price for my disrespect towards my Master. The whippings were violent and the audience went crazy. Some asked for a new auction immediately and my Master was emphatic: She is not for sale!

After the punishment, my Master began his speech: "I don't know how lazy your old Master was. With me your good life will come to an end! I will teach you to be a real slave! I am very dissatisfied with you! Less than 1 minute you offended me? What the fuck? I should have tortured and killed you, instead of just punishing you.

I hope you learned my lesson. No one likes to be punished and humiliated in front of others, however what you did was so serious that I decided to do it anyway. With me, there are rules! I'm cruel. The first of them is: Never look into my eyes! You are inferior and I don't want to feel like you. Second, after an order, respond "Yes, Sir!" And third, kiss my feet after each punishment! "

After so much humiliation and proving that I understood, I replied: "Yes, Sir."

He left me some exposure time. He wanted to feel envied, while the audience looked at me naked, crying, humiliated and fearing my new future.

Even though he was being insulted, his opponent asked him one last time to touch me and he gave in. More people came to me and used me at will. My Master wanted to go home and took off my hands from ceiling. I remained tied up, barefoot and my Master led me to the trunk of his car. He put silver tape over my mouth and tied my feet.

Arriving at the garage, He untied my little feet and led me to the dungeon. I went into despair seeing the instruments of torture that were there. He took off the silver tape, told me to kneel and I replied: "Yes, Sir." He gave me a humiliating slap in the face. He walked around me, insinuating that he would torture me. Instead, he took me to the cell and untied me. He left me completely naked, locked the cell and left.

I was able to take a deep breath for the first time. I lay down on the floor and rested. I could even imagine the amount of work, unfair punishments, humiliation and perhaps torture the next day. I tried to value each pain-free moment as much as possible, while I recharged my energy for the next day.