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Darkling_Thrush

Darkling_Thrush

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The auction was crowded, and the tall, thin woman sneered as she was jostled and shoved this way and that. After giving up on patience, she raised her elbows and shoved her way to a decent-looking seat. Before sitting, she smoothed down her black pencil skirt and tugged at the bottom of the black vest she wore to cover the white button-up blouse. Anyone could tell she was a businesswoman, of sorts, and wealthy, especially by the silver key pendant that she wore at her throat.

She sat and crossed her legs, folding her hands in her lap. Her eyes stayed focused on the stage, green daggers, not quite hidden by the pieces of ginger hair that had fallen from its ponytail. Her lips were slightly pursed, a look of concentration on her face. She was here to treat herself. Her last... pet, so to speak, had begged release. He had simply no longer wanted to serve. Now she wanted a new one. It had been several weeks, and Jocelyn McIntyre new it was far past time.

She leaned back in her seat and waited, hoping to be impressed.
 
Cindy shook her head back and forth, the dizziness still very much in control of her body, her senses stil in some kind of chemical fog....what the hell happened to her?....she could feel a coldness and a breeze, and by the shaking of her body she realized she was ....NAKED??...her movements severely curtailed, her brown eyes sealed shut by a blindfold of some sort. She openend her mouth to yell for help, but it was impossible...some sort of gag, a rubber ball of some sort was shoved deep in her mouth and she could feel a strap around her face holding it securely in place....her arms were high above her head and she could feel her wrists tightly bound....WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO HER?.....WHERE WAS SHE?....WHY WAS SHE NUDE AND TIED?......she tried to kick or move her legs, but felt them wide apart and some sort of device holding them that way and somehow attached to the floor....Cindy struggled and moaned, pleading frantically for help, not caring now if anyone now seen her in her nakedness...."MMMMMMMMPH!!!"
she could hear a male voice calling out numbers and realized he was referring to her....."our next slave was recently acquired and is an exceptional beauty...she is a natural blonde, stands approx 5'5"...."...she tried to let out a squeal as she felt a pair of hands grabbing her breasts...."her tits are firm as you can clearly see with no droop and luscious areolas, and should be perfect for milking, strangulation or leashing...."....Cindy let out another muffled cry as she felt something strike her across her vagina...a flyswatter or something?...and the voice continued...."her pussy has just a trace of pubic hair and---"...she felt fingers invading her cunt..."has a nice healthy shade of pink.....her ass is upturned and tight, just perfect for that late evening anal interlude.....
"......the bidding will now commence....".....Cindy went into total panic mode, yanking frantically at the ropes that held her tightly immobile.....'no, this can't be happening to me.....no...NO....!!'
 
The previous bids had been dull. Plain, boring, pretty, the usual. Subservient with no life. However, when the blonde was brought out, Jocelyn sat up straighter.

This one struggled. Not to mention, she had a thing for blondes. And mostly hairless, which should mean little to no upkeep. Excellent. Perky, too. Good. Less chance of damage. And new. Brand-spanking new.

She called out her bid. Of course, Jocelyn wasn't the only one that was intrigued by this sweet young thing. She fought off the other bidders with higher and higher bids. There was a razor's edge to her voice. Some of them knew her from past auctions and dropped it. Some of them recognized the tone that a true Mistress has and dropped it. The last person was a fool, but it seemed he ran out of funds. She called her bid.

"Going once, going twice, and SOLD for twenty-five thousand, seven hundred dollars to the lovely Miss Jocelyn there! Nice to see you again, my Lady! Your prize will be waiting for you around back!" they removed the girl from the stage and paraded the next one on. She stood and moved through the crowd, now clearly seen and watched almost as much as the pet on display.

She entered the back room. "Give her something to wear, I don't want to cart her out into my car naked and shivering. And unshackle her ankles." Jocelyn commanded the helpers backstage and looked over the girl. She retrieved a chain from her handbag; a leash. When the girl was draped she hooked it around her neck.

"Come."
 
Cindy could feel stromg hands unloosining the bolts keeping the spreaderbar attached to the floor and the ropes holding her arms above her head began to slack...she struggled with renewed vigor...."MMMMPH!!!!!......MMMMMMMMMMMPGH!!!!"....all her fighting was to no avail, as additional hands coiled themselves around her waist and dragged her off the stage and in the back. By the slight difference in smell she knew she was in a another room....she was laid on the floor, her hands bound behind her, her blindfold and ballgag stilll in place....she wrstled with the ropes holding her wrists while she heard voices....."think this will fit her....stand her up...."
Her hands were untied while they were pulled through the sleeves of what felt like a bathrobe, the smell of it telling Cindy that she wasn't the first to wear it....she took the opportunity to struggle again and scream for help, but nothing but her muffled pleas were emitted...."MMMMMMMPH!!!!!"
"quiet, bitch!" one of the voices said and slapped her across the face.....she was forced into a sitting position onto a chair and tied securely until Jocelyn arrived. The lady motioned with just the upwards nod of her head, and Cindy was untied, brought to a standing position and left alone. No sooner did she realize hands were n longer holding her against her will, she felt cold metal on her skin, as a leash was wrapped around her neck and was pulled....a stern but female voice she never heard before commanded her to go with her.....with her wrists still bound behind her, gagged and blinded Cindy knew for the moment, no matter what was happening to her, she'd have to comply....
 
Jocelyn gave the girl a short lead, taking her around to where her car waited. She sniffed, and her lip curled into a sneer.

"Goddamned traders have no respect for other people's property," she muttered. She opened the back door and guided her new purchase to a seat. She slid in beside her and waved her driver onwards. As the car pulled away, Jocelyn frowned. "Ugh. Take that disgusting thing off." She didn't wait. The woman pulled it off her pet's shoulders, careful to not let her long nails catch the skin.
 
As the lady took off the bathrobe, Cindy shivered at the sensation of the lady's fingertips only brishing against her skin....still blindfolded and gagged, her wrists stil bound behind her, she struggled to get free, straining against the seatbelt now strapped over her shoulders....she felt the warmth of the lady's body beside hers but gave her little emotional comfort, knowing she was still a prisoner....again naked, exposed and oh so vulnerable, Cindy pleaded with whoever this person was, in hopes she'd release her and set her free...."MMMMMPH!!!!......HHHHMMMMPHHH....!!!"
 
Jocelyn took the girl's face in her hand. "Sit still," she said sternly. She squeezed slightly to enforce her point. She released her and folded her arms, crossing her legs and leaning back in her seat.

It wasn't a particularly long drive. After several minutes, the car slowed to a stop. She opened her own door, too impatient to wait for the driver. After unbuckling her purchase, she led her by the leash into her house.

It was a large house, with a rose garden. The inside was furnished with deep, lush colours, and elegant decor. She led the girl down a hall and into a room. She closed the heavy door behind her and picked up a pair of shackles from a table. First she bound her pet behind her back, then she removed the blindfold and gag.

"Take a good look," Jocelyn said, circling the girl. "This is your new home. Get used to it. You will not leave this room without my supervision. You are to call me Miss. Is that understood?'
 
The car ride felt like an eternity, considering how short it actually was. Cindy felt the car finally stop, the sound of her door open and a weight shift on her seat, telling her the lady that sat next to her had evidently gotten up. There was a hard tug on the leash attached round her neck and she rose to keep from being strangled. she had to walk fast through whatever place she was now in, since the lady seemed impatient, but being blind she had no idea what was going on.
They finaly arrived at wherever they were, and for the first time in a long time Cindy saw light. She blinked and attempted to focus....she was in a room with a small table...she felt the ropes around her wrists being removed but only long enough for the feeling of cold metal to replace it...either handcuffs or some kind of shackles, she guessed....the ballgag came out next and Cindy drooled a little, licking her lips.....she looked down and saw she was again stark naked.
At first she stood silently as a woman slowly walked completly around her, checking out every inch of her body.....she felt embarrassed to be under a microscope like this, and to be ogled at by a total stranger!!.....the lady was tall, slim with tantalizing green eyes....the eyes were the first thing she noticed...a fair haired brunette and obviously well to do.....once she was told she was not to leave this room....her prision?..without her permission, she knew then that she was in some kind of auction, and this woman obviously was the one that purchased her. But this couldn't be!...people don't do those things....do they?
"y-y-y-yes, Miss," Cindy replied, at the very least to passify this woman.
"if you don't mind however, I have a couple hundred questions...." her voice raising to a scream....
"who the hell are you????...why am I nude????...where am I???..what are you gonna do with me???"....saying that, she made her first attempt at an escape, her hands still bound in shackles behind her
 
Jocelyn grabbed her pet by the face again. "Quiet!" She snapped. "If you ask nicely, you might get a better response." She released her face and folded her arms, standing directly in front of her. "I am Jocelyn McIntyre, and I own you. You are my property, bought and paid for. Mine. Get used to it.

"You are naked because that thing they gave you to wear was filthy. I would imagine that you would be grateful for that, but it seems not. I would offer to let you wear it again, but I have already disposed of it. So terribly sorry." She sauntered to a wardrobe in the corner of the room and opened it. In it were all array of fishnet body stockings, bras and panties, and other such garments. She had no idea if they would fit. She'd have to test that. "Here." She draped a thin, satin robe around Cindy's shoulders, tying it off in front so that there was some coverage. "Show some thanks, pet."

"You are in your new home. These are your quarters. Through that door," she gestured to a door beside the large, ornate bed, "is your bathroom. Meals will be brought to you by the maid. And as for what I am going to do with you..." She grinned like a Cheshire cat, from ear to ear, bright white teeth shining and green eyes glittering.

"I'm going to do whatever I want."

One fingernail ran up the centre of Cindy's torso, from her bellybutton, up between her breasts, and to her chin.

"But first, training. Your first lesson was my name. What are you to call me?" She took a step back.
 
"M-m-m-miss," Cindy responded, almost in a whisper, her head down slightly...as much as she was thankful for at least a robe now between her and her ....'owner'?, she was still confused at the turn of events. She gazed at the bed, all fancy and obviously very expensive....the armoire from which this Jocelyn woman got the robe...a maid? and most likely servants to make the meals?.....'don't know how I got to where I am,' Cindy thought to herself, 'but it could be worse...but still....c'mon, cindy, jostle your brain, what's the last things you remember?.....jogging in the park...a car...no, wait! a van.....pulled up at the intersection at the end of the street....someone came out and grabbed me, then.....can't remember....'

Cindy shivered at the sensation of this lady's fingertips between her tits...she was straight, but obviosly this woman wasn't. Was she one of those dominatrix types she heard about?
she rubbed her wrists together, still shackled behind her back, testing her restraints...the woman simply draped the gown over her body without releasing them, showing Cindy she obviously had no intention of letting her go. Her...'pet'?....bought and paid for?...one thing was certain, whoever and whatever this woman was, she was very serious.....
" training, Miss?" Cindy asked.....what do you plan to do to me....?"
 
Jocelyn watched, her smile growing slowly. "Tsk, weren't you listening? I'm going to do whatever I want."

She tapped her lower lip with the tip of her index finger. How to begin the training? She had learned her name.

"Alright. When I enter a room, unless you are unable I want you on your knees in front of me. Drop whatever you are doing. Your purpose is to serve me." It didn't look like this one would go easily. She'd be something of a challenge. Jocelyn stalked to the bed and sat down on the edge. "Come, pet, sit at my feet." She held her hand near the floor at the side of the bed. She would be gentle, for the most part, but... well, she had a bit of a sadistic streak. A bit. And this girl's skin was absolutely perfect.

"What was your name, before I bought you?" She lounged back on one arm.
 
"y-y-y-yes, Miss,," Cindy stammered as she walked over to where Jocelyn was sitting on the endge of the bed. She sat on the floor on her knees, her head slightly down....she continued to slightly fidget with the shackles still holding her wrists bound behind her, in futile hopes she could somehow sweat enough so she could free herself....she had no intention of being anyone's property, sex slave or otherwise....she'd obey when she'd have to, but keep a wary eye open for the first chance of escape....where she'd go was the least of her concerns....after al, she had no idea where she was being held prisioner.
"m-m-my name's Cindy," she replied...."Cindy williams...."
 
"Well, Cindy. I do believe I told you to sit still." She leaned over Cindy and took a firm grasp of her hands. "Stop writhing," Jocelyn whispered. "If I want you to squirm, I will make you squirm." She leaned back again and stroked the girl's blonde hair. "I'm going to make you accept submission," she said calmly. "I'm going to be gentle, unless we find out you like pain..." her hand grasped a fistful of hair and pulled, lifting Cindy up on her knees and bending down to look into her eye. "What makes you tick?" She purred, running a nail over a breast, flicking the nipple. Jocelyn dropped her to the ground again and stood, walking to the wardrobe.

She retrieved a black lace dress and held it up. "How do you think you would like this?"
 
Cindy let out a howl as her owner grabed a fistfull of blonde hair, the pain making her stand on her knees...."OOOOW!"...letting go of her mane, she sunk back down and let out a sob....out of the corner of her mouth she murmered just out of earshot, 'no one's gonna make me submit...I'm no one's slave.....'
she winced as Jocelyn flicked her nipple, almost biting her lip to keep quiet...Cindy watched as Jocelyn went to the armoire and brought out the black lace dress....yes, she had to admit, it was sexy and alluring....but should she admit that to her?....."very pretty, Miss...."
 
Jocelyn nodded slowly. So. Pain would be a punishment, then. She sauntered behind Cindy and undid the shackles long enough to get the sleeves of the dress up and over her arms, then bound her around the bedpost.

"Stand," she whispered, pulling her pet to her feet by her upper arms. She pulled up the skirt of the dress and kicked the robe out of the way. She grazed her fingernails up and down her pet's thighs, then up and over her ass. "How does that feel?" She purred, breathing onto her neck. Such a delicious looking neck... her tongue flicked out to lick the skin for just half a second. "Be honest, dear."
 
Cindy let out a loud squeal and frantically yanked at the restraints...she trembled at her owner's touch, shivers coursing through her body as she felt those fingers making contact....her wet, warm tongue tracing the veins in her neck...."OH, PLEASE, NO...." Cindy let out a loud scream...."HELP!!!!....H-H-H-HEEEELLLP!!!!!"
 
Jocelyn grabbed a fistful of hair in one hand and covered Cindy's mouth with the other. "You be quiet," she hissed. "Do you want me to gag you again?" She tightened her grip on the hair.

She moved the hand from her pet's mouth and dragged her nails down her back. "Now I want you to tell me how. It. Feels. Use your words. Use your manners. Unless you want..." she trailed off and slid her hand down to squeeze Cindy's thigh hard.
 
Cindy twisted her head back and forth to show 'NO'.....
she struggled against the restraints holding her tightly against the bedpost, trying in vain to avoid the scraping, abrasive touch of Jocelyn's fingernails as they traveled up and down her skin....."no," she pleaded....'p-p-p-please, Miss, no......."...her cleavage mashed against the post, het tits seperating to either side of the post, she whimpered and begged to be, if not let free, at least to be free of the fingernail torturing of her body......
 
"No?" Jocelyn moved her hands to gently cup Cindy's breasts, one in each. She kept her touch soft, caressing the smooth flesh, massaging very lightly. It was a complete contrast of what she had just been doing. She rested her chin on her pet's shoulder.

"Tell me, what is it you like? You seem to hate pain. So how's this?" she continued the gentle, tender working of Cindy's breasts, sending butterfly touches with her fingertips over the nipples. Her lips pressed against the spot where the neck met the shoulder, lingering for just a moment, then she shifted to rest her chin on the other shoulder, looking down from a slightly different angle. "Perhaps you are unfamiliar with a woman's touch... but what about men? What do men do to you that make you wet?" her voice was calm and quiet, almost a purr. "What do they do that makes you moan and beg for more? What do they do that makes you scream and cum and writhe?" She breathed into Cindy's ear, watching her body language for some sort of rise.
 
Cidny shivered as Jocleyn captured first one, then both of her tits in hand and began fondling and kneding them...against her will, and suprising even herself, she let out a soft and gentle sigh...."uuuummmmm......", tied to stop when she realized the sounds made was really coming from her...no, this can't possibly be happening....not because of a woman's touch....NO!....she'd bever been touched by a female before...she knew she should try and at least wriggle free, but she didn't move, and the restraints holding her in place now had little to do with it....
she stammered in response to her owner's queeries...."uh.....uh...OOOOO!.....I like to be played with......a lot of foreplay, I guess...uuuuh!...(oh god, those warm wet lips of hers!)....
I-I-I-I...shouldn't be telling you any of this....."
 
Jocelyn chuckled. "You'll learn to open up without hesitation, love, " she whispered. Foreplay, hmm? She kept caressing the tits in her hands and planted hot, wet kisses up Cindy's neck to a spot behind her ear.

In almost one motion, she had Cindy on her back, wrists now separated and bound by silk cords to either bedpost. She straddled her pet, pulling the front of the dress down to capture one nipple in her mouth, suckling gently. Her hand kept caressing the other breast, the other stroking Cindy's stomach and sides.

"I want you to tell me everything you are feeling."
 
Cindy had never been this confused before...so many tingling sensations she wasn't supposed to be enjoyin, but she couldn;t deny the fact that she was...she had to continue putting up some kind of fight though....whoever this woman was, she wasn't about to let her suceed in whatever her plans were.....Cindy's concentration broke off abuptly with Jocelyn's warm wet tongue and those full lips exploring the side of her neck and her tits beng so gently fondled.....nevertheless, she tried to wriggle free as her owner grabbed her wrists and tied her to the bedrail....tugging at her new restraints as Jocelyn mounted herself over her body, Cindy whined and pleaded for release...."p-p-p-lease, MIss....please let me go..."
Jocelyn ignore her pleads as she concentrated on a tit and explored Cindy's trembling body.....more tugging at the restraints....more whining and moaning but her moans were somehow changing in intensity and meaning....now no longer being emitted out of fear and the desire for escape, Cindy moaned as a strange but undenying feeling swept over her...OMG, she was enjoying this!!!!....no, NO, this can''t be!!....she wasn;t a lesbian, not even Bisexual....but SOMETHING was surely hapening....
"what are you doing to me, Miss????.....what's happening to me???"
 
Jocelyn nipped gently at the nipple in her mouth. "I didn't tell you to ask questions. And that's one you've asked a lot." Her voice was firm but gentle. "Tell me what you are feeling. In words. Or do you really, honestly want me to stop?" She sat up abruptly, pulling away from Cindy's breasts, arms folded. The only physical contact now was where Jocelyn sat atop her slave.

"Go on. You've already told me what you like. Is this so atrocious that you want me to cease?" She lowered her hand to hover above a breast, not touching.
 
Cindy shook her head....."Miss, I-i-i- don't know what to say..."..she yanked hard at her restraints as she continued...."I-I-I never felt anything like what your'e doing to me before...I mean, I had guys that tried to......Oh, god, I don't know how to explain how this feels...never had a woman before.....never had....OH, GOD!.....can'tbelieve I'm saying this...NO, I don't want you to stop...."...she wiggled her toes....."there is something else...."..she whispered it soft enough she wasn;t sure if her owner would hear, since she was embarrassed to admit it, even to herself.....
"I-I-I....kinda like.....uh....bondage....."
 
Jocelyn smiled slowly. "So these..." she stroked Cindy's wrists where they were tied. "How do my Japanese silk ropes feel, biting into your skin like that?" She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the corner of the girl's mouth. Her fingertips grazed back down her arms and to her breasts. One hand slid down to trace small circles on the inside of her pet's thigh.

"Now, how can I make you beg?" She purred.
 
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