Ready?

Nikki had been in training for about six weeks when Mark, her trainer, told her she was ready.

It was after dinner. She had brought him his dinner on her knees, breasts wobbling as she carried the plates in. She had kneeled on the floor by his side while he ate, he idly stroking her hair from time to time. Once feeding her a little scrap of bread from his hand. She watched him carefully. Refilled his water glass when it needed refilling. Replaced his napkin in his lap after he wiped his face. She was focused on him and his needs, and knew he approved of that. After he had finished, he had placed his plate with his left over food on the floor and she had eagerly leaned over, hands clasped behind her back to carefully clean it off with her mouth, licking all the sauce, eating the scraps of fat he had rejected, the ends of the carrots, the brown piece of lettuce, his garbage. She cleaned the plate completely.

“Good girl.” Mark was obviously proud of how he had taught her. How capable she was. How willing, how submissive. And it was impressive. Nikki had gone from being a total city-girl, demanding, exigent, business-like, to this. And she felt the submission through her body, tingles traveling up her back, warmth covering her. His hand on her head was a pleasure that was hardly describable. His approval of her efforts made her happy, gave her joy.

He wiped her face with the napkin, even though she had barely gotten any food on it. She had extended her tongue and cleaned the plate with that. Held her chin up. Looked her in the eye. “You’ve come so far, girl. You are really an obedient, good slave now. You know that, don’t you?”

Nikki smiled in response, knowing he wasn’t expecting her to speak. Would ask her to, if he wanted to. Knowing that all that was expected of her was her joyful compliance.

“You’re ready. Ready to go out into the world. The administration is going to put you up for auction at one of the upcoming sales.”

Nikki’s eyes widened. Yes she knew this was coming. She saw the girls being prepared for the events, and then knew that they disappeared. Heard the whispered gossip “Cindy’s gone to New York, Cheryl was bought by a house in L.A.” But Nikki had been so absorbed by her training that she hadn’t really thought about the future. Hadn’t considered the specifics of what was going to happen. Hadn’t contemplated leaving Mark. Her eyes welled up in tears.

“Oh, beautiful, hun. Yes, feel it. I know. Let the emotion fill you, it only makes you more attractive.” Mark’s voice was soothing. “I know it’s hard. We’ve become quite attached haven’t we.” He reached down, capturing her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it. Twisting just to the edge of pain. “But I’ll be with you. In your mind. I’ve taught you everything I know. You are ready. And I’ll be there, guiding you, showing you how to act. You can think back to me, and know you are making me very happy. And that you have made me rich, rich in memories, but also rich because of how valuable I have made you. You will fetch a fine price at the market. Everyone will know you are one of mine.”

Nikki looked up at Mark. She had grown so close to him. He controlled everything, what she ate, what she drank, her bowel movements, her urine, her thoughts, her feelings. He was like an orchestra conductor, and she was the instrument. Giving her joy, or pain. Teaching her, showing her. And rewarding her for pleasing him. Most of all, being in charge. She didn’t know what she would do without that.

“Don’t worry, girl. All of the buyers here know what to expect when they get one of my slaves. They will guide you, provide the structure that you need. You won’t be left on your own.” He smoothed her brow. “Now sit back on your heels, in Nadu, but looking at me. And open yourself to what I’m going to tell you. I’m not going to tell you everything, just the first part, you’ll learn more as we go along.”

And he started to tell her.

“Over the next few days, we’ll have a few visitors. They will be testing you. Evaluating you. Seeing if you meet their requirements. And rating you. Their comments and evaluations will be part of your portfolio, available to all bidders prior to the actual auction. They may choose to bid themselves, or just use you during this process. But you must treat each one as if he or she were your Master or Mistress. This is critical, because one bad review can damage you for this whole auction season.”

Mark looked searchingly at Nikki. “Do you understand me?”

She nodded.

“And do not think that you can hold on to what we have been doing here by performing badly during this evaluation. If you do not succeed at this auction, you will no longer be a Mark Gold slave. I have faith in you, and that is why I chose to train you. But you fuck up now, and I will pass you off to one of the junior trainers for the next auction. You will no longer have my endorsement, and I assure you, you won’t appreciate the differences.”

“Do you understand me?” Mark repeated.

Once again Nikki nodded. Her body tingling, the intensity of his words penetrating into her core. This was serious. One of the most difficult tasks she had ever had to accomplish.

“OK, good.” Mark seemed pleased with her responses. And he continued on.

“Just behave as I have taught you and act naturally. Do not try to be something you aren’t. The clients will appreciate your intelligence and your emotions. Everything you feel plays out in your face, it is charming and natural. They don’t want a robot or an automaton. They want a girl; trained, attentive, willing, but human. Feeling, thinking, struggling with her submission. They want to see your efforts. Hear it in your voice, feel it in your actions and reactions. If you feel revulsion at something you are asked to do, you do it, as I have taught you, but don’t try to hide what you are feeling.”

“Do you understand me?” Mark once again looked for her acceptance. He could see in the depth of her eyes, the set of her jaw, the way her back straightened, that she was absorbing his comments, considering them, and accepting them. She really was ready.

“There will be no abuse. You will be beaten, humiliated, degraded, yes. But no permanent damage, no burning, no cutting, no broken bones. You will not be marked – no tattoos, brands, or piercing.”

Somehow this didn’t seem very reassuring to Nikki. It hadn’t occurred to her that she might be tattooed, branded, or pierced.

“You seem worried, girl. Tell me what is on your mind.” Mark cupped Nikki’s cheek, looking at her tenderly. He had done everything for her over the last six weeks. Washed her, fed her, dressed her (for those few times she had had clothing), made her cum, he had also beaten her, commanded her, instructed her. He had been her world.

“Oh, Sir. I didn’t realize it would be so soon. I…” her voice trailed off. She looked up at him. He was waiting for her to go on, just looking down at her kindly. “I am going to miss you, Sir. I don’t know… I, I…”

“Go on, girl, tell me all of it.”

“I’m so used to obeying you, Sir. I’m not sure I can be as obedient with another. What if I fail you? What if I can’t live up to your expectations? What if I’m not good enough.” Tears came back to her eyes.

“Nikki. Listen to me.” He lifted her chin once more to hold her gaze to his, his grip on her firm and demanding. “You are good enough. You are wonderful. You are ready. I am proud of you. And more than that, you will be obeying me every time you obey one of their commands. It will be my voice commanding you, my hands touching you, my cock penetrating you. Because I have trained you. I have taught you. I have made you the submissive you are today.

“And,” he continued. “I will be watching.”

She looked up in surprise.

“These first few times, I will be in the next room, behind a one way mirror. I will be watching everything that happens. So not only will there be their report, there will be mine, my observations, my thoughts, and my criticism. I will give you instructions, sometimes specific to the situation, sometimes general, and I will observe you closely to see how you do. I will be present.”

Somehow Nikki found this reassuring. She could always focus on Mark, watching from the next room, just as she had focused on him in so many ways over the past weeks.

“We are going to start right now.” Mark’s voice was matter of fact, but Nikki was taken aback.

“Now???” Her voice was hesitant. This was usually time for an obedience lesson. After dinner Mark would play little games with her, having her fetch balls on her hands and knees, or do things with her mouth, or just assume different positions for him.

Mark looked at his watch. “Yes, my friend Harry will be here in about 10 minutes. He’s easy to please. All he really wants is to use your mouth. He will expect you to obey him. But he probably will only want to inspect you, and then have you suck him. I think on average he spends 15 minutes with each of the girls, so this shouldn’t be too taxing for you. Use your tongue as I have instructed you. Follow his lead. Do what he asks. And he will write you a good report. Sometimes he brings a friend, and dictates his feedback on the spot, to make it faster for him, so don’t be surprised if he does that. Sometimes slaves find that more humiliating. But I think it will be good for you, because you’ll get some positive feedback on the spot, and I think that will feed your confidence. In fact, if he doesn’t bring a friend I’ll offer to do it for him.”

He continued, “You are ready, girl. I know you are. But I want to hear you say it.” Mark’s voice was soft, but intense.

“Yes, Sir. I am ready.” Nikki replied, steadily.

“Ready for what, Nikki? I want to hear all of it.”

“I am ready to suck your friends’ cock, Sir.” She looked up at him, he seemed to want more. “I am ready to show myself to him. I am ready to obey him.”

“Go on.” Mark urged her, his hands now holding her head, tilting her face up to him.

“I am ready to take pleasure in my subservience. Ready to serve. Ready to be useful. Ready to be auctioned.”

“Good girl!” Mark was clearly pleased. “Now come over here and lay your head in my lap. I want to feel you.”

Nikki moved over to her trainer, and lay her head on his lap. His hands gently played with her hair. Stroking her, comforting her, calming her.

“Yes hun. You please me a lot.”

They remained like this for a while. She leaned against his leg, he stroked her head. Intimate, sweet. With a tinge of sadness tonight, as they both knew that their time together was coming to an end

Finally, there was a knock on the door.