You're sold to the highest bidder

The bidding continues as you assure yourself everything will be fine, and that your new owners will take as much care of you as your mistress. Speaking of her, she told you that after you were sold, she would get others like you to continue training. For some reason, that thought makes you even wetter than the toy stuffed inside of you, remembering all your training under her to be perfect. And now is your time to shine.

"Alright, the bidding will begin at $100", you can hear a voice boom behind you, and then the bidding for you begins. At least the beginning price is fairly decent; your mistress noted once that training you took her about $180. Of course, the price begins to rise as the different people try to one-up one another. Primarily, you can hear the two men and one woman from before, all trying to get you.

You briefly wonder who will win the auction. If the woman wins you'll get bigger tits, which would be nice. Honestly, this has become your entire life. Your mistress' training techniques were shockingly effective at making you forget the past, which seems ever more distant, like some sort of dream you had once, but now can barely remember the details off. You can remember you used to be Mark, but now you're Marcia, the name your mistress gave you. You are not a man, you are a sexy blonde fuck-toy with a fantastic ass, trained to perfection to fulfill your master or mistress' desires, and to take any orders from them, not matter how degrading.

After some time, the price rise begins to slow down, and only the three are fighting it out now. It seems to have settled around $260, and they are only raising tiny amounts now.

"Oh, screw it, with the need for breast expansion this is just not profitable", you hear the woman complain, seemingly giving up. So it appears you will have a master rather than a mistress. You're still struggling not to come, determined to not let your mistress down, even if this is the last time you will see her, and you will go to ownership of someone else. As it slowly ground to a halt, the father made his move.

"I rise to $340", you hear him confidently tell everyone, and the room falls quiet. It seems the other man has given up. You feel the tension as time slowly ticks by.

"Sold for $340 in three, two, one, sold for $340 to Mr. Sinclair", you hear the voice ell everyone. From what you heard before, his son will be your master, rather than him, and you briefly wonder what he might be like.

Mr. Sinclair walks onto stage to collect his new property, and the toy deep inside of you is turned off remotely, leaving a feeling of emptiness. During most of your training there was always something inside of you, vibrating and making you wet, and it feels strange for there to be nothing. Then, Mr. Sinclair begins to take you away and you get a good look at him. He has is medium height and broad shoulders, and is actually fairly fit. There is also a fairly large bulge on his pants, which makes you happy, as it means you are already giving him a good impression. One of the lessons your mistress once taught you is that if your master has an erection, you're doing a good job and giving a good impression.

As you leave the room, you look back and see your mistress for the last time. "Steve....Wait what? She is Mistress!", you think to yourself, wondering why you have an odd memory from the past. Not that it matters now. At least Mistress seems pleased, she is looking through the money she was just given and smirking; clearly her plan to use the money to train more like you is going swimmingly, and you wonder who will come after, and what “she” will looks like. The thought they may have bigger breasts than you, or that mistress might like them more than you makes you jealous, but you will never know if such thoughts are true or not. She then looks at you, and shoots you a wink, which causes you to get wet. You wish you could stay with her, but Mr. Sinclair's son is your new master, who you hope will meet soon.