Who is the winner? Who?

The two trainers hustled her through the now-almost-empty waiting area, and into a clean up/staging area.

It was familiar, certainly she’d been moved like this from one area to another multiple times over the past few days. But there was a huge difference. This time she had been sold. She was no longer a trainee. She was a slave.

Someone’s slave. And she didn’t even know who! She belonged to someone, a man or a woman, household, an organization.

Breathe. She reminded herself. Just keep breathing. It’s going to be okay. Whoever it is. At the most fundamental level, it doesn’t even matter. She was owned. That was the most important thing. Owned. No longer an independent individual. No longer an adult. No longer a person.

A slave. To be used. To be played with. To be ignored. Whatever. And then possibly even to be sold again. No volition. No choices. Just being. Pleasing. Showing up. Being herself. Allowing the future to unfold.

Actually, the idea of it was calming. Nothing to worry about. No decisions. Just fate and her owner.

Nikki felt the air move in and out of her lungs. She felt her nakedness. Remembered the eyes of the entire audience on her. Thought about how she had given herself over, piece by piece, to this process. How complete it was now. Whatever the outcome, she had come so far.

This letting go, this release – Wow. Nothing could compare.

She felt the familiar warmth of the wetness between her legs. Her arousal still present, still vivid, connected directly to the reality of who and what she was now. A direct link – slavery-arousal. Amazing.

In a way, Nikki had never felt freer. Sure, she had no idea what the future held. She didn’t know where she would live, or what she would do all day. She didn’t know what kind of food she’d eat, or whether she’d sleep on the floor or in a bed.

But somebody had just paid over a million dollars for her. A million dollars! The number was staggering. She’d never heard of anybody being sold for that much.

At least it was unlikely that she’d be left in a dark corner and ignored.

Whatever happened, she had no regrets. There was nothing she could have done differently. She didn’t have any choices… and without choices she could have no regrets.

Nikki felt her shoulders relax as the trainer wiped down her skin with a damp cloth. She hadn’t realized just how sticky she was, she had broken out in a harsh sweat up on that platform. It felt soooo good to have the cool cloth on her back.

He was rubbing the cloth up under her breasts now. She could feel the substantial weight shift as he moved her breast up and rubbed under the right breast and then under her left. He was standing in front of her, leaning forward. She could smell his skin, fresh and masculine. His hands were dry and warm.

She closed her eyes and allowed herself to float in the sensation. Feeling his hands, her skin, her sex.

“Mmmmm” she moaned. The sound coming from her, once again, involuntarily.

“That’s right, girl.” The trainer spoke low in her ear, settling her the way you would settle a dog as you were grooming him. “Relax. I’ve got you.”

He did have her. For this moment, at least. She was in his hands and there was nothing else.

His hands travelled down her body, along the curve of her waist and down over her hips. She rocked them forward as he leaned down and scrubbed up her inner thigh. She opened her legs wider in response to his gentle tapping inside her leg.

He was wiping the wet cloth against her pubis now. Rubbing. Wiping away the sweat and the moisture, the evidence of her prior cum. He knelt in front of her.

He wasn’t just trying to clean her. Ohhh! Would they ever stop???

But of course, she couldn’t play the innocent. She had responded as soon as he started touching her. He was just reacting to that response. Playing with her. Like any boy given a new toy to hold, he was checking out how it worked.

His fingers were probing into her now. Slipping between her labia. Finding the slick wetness, pushing deeper. He had two fingers in her cunt now. And now he was sliding another finger into her anus, his hand sideways. And he was fucking it in and out, pushing in harder, further.

And she was responding. Just like she always did. Just like a good toy. Her skin was flushing, her breath coming harder and faster, shallow.

He pulled his hand out.

He really was just playing. He wasn’t going to take her all the way. He was just testing her response. Seeing what would happen.

Now he went back to washing her. Just as though he hadn’t just had his fingers inside her. As though he hadn’t just felt her arousal. As though she hadn’t just gotten wetter from his touch.

Nikki heard him snigger a little as he stood back up to lift the back of her hair and scrub her neck. He turned to the other trainer and said “she’s a hot one, no wonder she went for so much.”

“Yeah,” the other trainer replied. “It’s not every day that you touch million dollar pussy.”

They both laughed. Like two frat boys who just found a couple of six packs at the back of the fridge.

Yep. She was an object. Chattel. Nothing more.



She heard the footsteps, recognized them, before she saw him. It was Mark. Mark was walking towards her.

Mark! Did that mean he’d paid a million bucks for her? Was he coming to claim his property? Ohhhh! How wonderful that would be!!! Her mind flashed to his room, to waking at the foot of his bed every morning. To being HIS. Staying with him, being his property.

Nikki felt Mark’s touch. It was Mark! He touched her shoulder, turned her towards him.

She looked up at him. Her stomach did a little lurch.

It was Mark. The face she loved. The eyes, so expressive, so caring. The mouth, a mouth that could give such pleasure, could correct her and reward her.

He looked so sad!

Ohh! He was here to say good bye. He wasn’t here to tell her that he had paid the money, that he was her owner. He was here to have one last moment with her before she left the facility for the last time.

Nikki felt the sadness transfer from Mark to her. It was obvious. She felt the tears well up in her eyes, her throat burning, and then the tears rolling down her face.

Mark reached out and touched her cheek.

“Yes.” He nodded, sagely. “They let me come back to see you, but you’ll be leaving before morning.”

Ohhh! That soon? Practically NOW.

Mark stroked her hair back from her face and she followed his fingers like a puppy about to be fed a treat.

He lifted her chin so their eyes met. “But you will always be mine. I trained you. I made you what you are. And you will always be a Mark Gold slave.”

She looked back at him with an unwavering gaze.

He was right, of course. She would always be his.

That didn’t make her any less sad.

He leaned in and kissed her. The kiss hungry and searching. Taking her, touching her soul. She tasted him. The unique flavor of him. Mmmmm… Delicious.

He pulled back. His eyes locked on hers again. His body close enough that she could feel his heat. She just wanted this to go on forever. To touch him and hold him and be his.

“You’re going to go… and you’re going to be fine. I am proud of you. Quite an impressive amount, too.”

He looked searchingly at her. She knew he was going to tell her. Going to tell her what was going to happen. But surprisingly enough, she didn’t really care.

She was shocked at her own ability to accept it. Yes, it was sad. Very sad. Yes, she wished she could stay with Mark, be his, have the romance of it. But that was not what this was about. It was not what she had agreed to when she had started at the facility.

She was chattel, to be sold to the highest bidder, not to be in love, not to have some kind of romantic fantasy of monogamous love, happily ever after, shared mortgage and child rearing. That was what she was escaping.

This was about giving herself up. This was about release. This was her future.

“You want to know?” His voice was mocking. Of course she wanted to know. How could she not want to know? It wasn’t a serious question. It was a test. A test like many others. In her prior life, she would have just said “Of course, I want to know. Tell me.” She would have demanded an answer, and she would have gotten it. Immediately.

But this was not her prior life. This was something new. This was something different than anything she could have even imagined in her prior life.

Nikki centered herself. Took another breath. And said, “If you wish, Sir. I am here for your pleasure.”

She actually sounded like she meant it too. She did. She had waited this long. If Mark wanted her to wait a little longer, she could do it. Obviously she would learn at some point. Since it didn’t really matter… she didn’t even feel any anxiety over it.

Mark smiled. “Good answer, girl.” He reached up and stroked her head. “Good girl. I’m so pleased with you.”

She loved the feeling of his hands on her. Anywhere. On her hair, on her back, on her ass, in her cunt. She didn’t care. Just touching her. Please touching her. Please. She pleaded with him with her eyes and he smiled back at her.

Nikki knew he loved her. Felt it. Felt it deep in her bones, in her soul.

She looked up at him. Her willingness and her submission expressed in her eyes.

“You know you had a bunch of possibilities. There was lot of interest, and there were a lot of bidders, as evidenced by the final price.”

Nikki nodded.

“Charles was trying to hang in to the end. He really wanted you. I talked to him about it last night; his plan was to have you work in his business to help payback the purchase price.”

Nikki had to admit she was disappointed. She had imagined her life with Charles, his insight and wisdom influencing her path. His gentle but serious ways. His willingness to correct her as necessary, give her absolution, keep her in her place. And the idea of the household. A group of slaves. Younger girls to help guide and train. She loved it.

“He just couldn’t front the cash for that much. It was impossible.”

“I understand, Sir. It was a lot of cash.”

Nikki hesitated. She knew it wasn’t her place to ask questions, but she really wanted to know. She thought about it. And then she opened her mouth.

“I assume, Sir, that you had the same issue…” It wasn’t really a question. It was just a statement. There was just an implied question there.

Would he correct her? Or let her slide.

He let it slide.

“Yes. We were ready to go up to $600K, but anything more than that we couldn’t take the risk. You are already so accomplished, we couldn’t raise your value through more training.” He shook his head, sounding regretful. “We couldn’t do it.”

“I understand, Sir.” She did. She never would have expected him to be able to spend even $600K.

He was continuing.

“I was kind of surprised. The serbs bid too. They didn’t hang in for long. They don’t have that kind of money. But you must have made an impression!”

Nikki remembered that night. And the aches she had after. She had wanted to please them. She had pleased them. Nevertheless, she was really really glad she wasn’t going to have to do it again!

“Sylvie tried too. She stayed in it all the way to the end. She clearly saw how you could fit into her lifestyle.”

Nikki had seen it too. The glamour of it. The celebrities. And Sylvie herself. So beautiful, so artistic. So fascinating. Her life would have been so interesting. Such a diversity of people, activities, style. It would have been amazing.

Then it hit her. If it wasn’t Mark, wasn’t Charles, wasn’t the Serbs, wasn’t Sylvie… who was it? Who was it????

Was it the telephone bidder? Ohhh! Somebody who hadn’t even bothered to come evaluate her? Somebody who was so wealthy and so confident that he or she could spend a million dollars sight unseen!

Mark could see that she had put 2+2 together. That she had realized it was the telephone bidder.

“Yes. It was the bidder on the phone.”

Nikki nodded at him. Waiting for him to say more. Please say more. Please tell her what this was going to be. Please….

All her calm and willingness to let whatever would be, be -- seemed to fly out the window. Now that the information was right in front of her, it was so hard for her not to reach for it.

“Breathe girl.” Mark knew her so well. He saw immediately that she had lost it. And he was centering her, the way he knew how to do.

Ohhh, how was she going to make it with all new people? Mark knew her. Loved her. Helped her. Would she have somebody like him at this new place? Would anybody care for her the way he did?

Of course, she had internalized many of his lessons. She knew how to do much of this for herself. How to center herself. How to remind herself of her submission. How to remember her place.

She breathed in. Breathed out. Looked up at him, her submission clear in her face. He knew she was ready now to have him not say anything.

“The bidder is a big owner. His name is Don Farnsworth. He wasn’t here for the auction because he lives in the south of England, near Bath and he’s got a very large household and an important business.”

Nikki was starting to think about what that all meant. England! A large household! What would that mean for what she would do? What would her life be like? Would she have to speak with a British accent? How large was “large”? Would she be one of 10 or one of 50?

Mark reached up and stroked her head again. Holding her eyes with his.

“I’ll tell you everything I know, girl. But don’t let your imagination run away with you. It will be what it will be. Nothing you can do about it now.”

Nikki nodded. He was right. She needed to relax and stop imagining so much.

“He has 30 slaves. A full household. House slaves, entertainment slaves, and slaves that help him with his work. I don’t know what he will have you do, and you may not know until you get there.”

Nikki nodded again.

“He’s sent his chief of staff to get you. He’s an older slave, named Patrick Connaugh. Very traditional. Very strict. Very organized. He will take you back on Mr. Fransworth’s plane.”

Ohhh. Mr. Farnsworth. So formal! And his own plane. Ok. Calm.

“He’ll be in to see you in about an hour. He’ll want to inspect you. Make sure you understand what’s expected.”

Nikki looked up at Mark. She knew this could be the last time she ever saw him. Somehow, though, it felt right. Felt good. He had made her what she was. And now he was letting her go. He loved her. Would always love her. She could carry that with her. She was growing up. Like a child.

She smiled.

“That’s right, girl. You’ll be fine.”

She closed her eyes. She would be. What ever happened. She would be fine.