One month later

You whimpered around the ball gag in your mouth desperately resists the insistent buzzing of the toy in your cunt. You squirmed against your restraints but only succeeded in driving the thing deeper into your dripping hole. You desperately needed to cum but you knew how angry that would make your Mistress. The thought of how she might punish you for disobeying her was enough to calm you down a bit and let you focus on your surroundings. You were stood behind a velvet curtain wearing your usual latex body suit, the one your owner said makes you look like a proper slut. The memory of her grudging praise was almost enough to set you off again and you spent the next few minutes wrapped in an erotic fog. When you regained your senses you were being led back and forth by the chain clipped to your collar. You were embarrassed for having allowed yourself to become so distracted but proud of yourself for not stumbling in the ballet heels, even with your arms pinned behind your back.

"Next up lot 17", a voice was saying from the side of the stage "This one I am assured has been trained to the highest standard and will make an excellent and obedient new fuck toy."

You can't see your audience beyond the stage lights but you can hear their voices.

"Hmm yes very nice" one man was saying "That would make a good gift for my son. It's about time he had a real slut of his own."

"Ha!" another voice scoffed "An ass as fine as would be wasted on that boy. If I win the bidding I'm keeping the little cunt all to myself."

"I suppose she does have a rather pleasing posterior" a woman chimed in "But she's rather flat for my taste. I'd definitely need to get her tits done for her to be worth keeping."

Once everyone has had a chance to look you over the bidding began.

The part of you that remembered the time before you were property was horrified at the idea of being auctioned off like cattle. But it was getting harder and harder to remember being that man or to understand why he wouldn't want to be owned by some strong and caring master or mistress.

As the bidding rose steadily higher you put those treacherous thoughts out of what remained of your mind. Dwelling on the past just makes you feel bad you want to focus on the future. On fetching a good price for your mistress who has worked so hard to train you and on serving your new owner. After all, they will have paid a lot of money for you and in return, they should get the very best you can manage.