A man

You stand idle on the podium, one bet going off after the other, your price changing each occasion. Alas, there is a strong hand raised in the crowd “Eight-nine!”, and you can finally get some closure.

“And ladies and gentleman, Adelyn Blake, 22 years old, 5’2”, 150 pounds, sold to Mr. O'Brian for eight thousand nine hundred telers. May she prove to be an excellent servant!” the announcer says.

You are escorted off of the podium, and led by your leash to your new owner. Your heart beats heavily as you glance at him: he is a tall man, strong shoulders, probably in his thirties, black hair, a short beard and a sympathetic face. He is wearing a suit for the occasion, but you can easily tell it is not something he is accustomed to.

He takes your leash with a smile, and immediately starts exploring your pussy with his index finger.

“MMM...” you moan, despite that you are not used to this kind of greetings. Then it occurs to you: you are going to be his plaything. This at first feels scary to you. However you always wanted a BDSM style relationship, and you reckon this could be something similar.

“You will make an excellent house pet, my dear,” Mr. O'Brian says.

He stands up from the chair, and begins to escort you outside the complex. You can barely keep up with him in the ballet boots, but luckily he is patient, and gives you some slack when needed. You also think of a possible escape in the future. But he doesn’t strike you as a gullible person. Looks like the-stop-binding-me-because-I'm-madly-in-love-with-you thing is off the table.

As you reach the outside of the building, you are escorted to a speeder. You expect to be calloused in, and start sucking his cock perhaps, but instead a needle is pressed in your thigh, and everything starts to blur together. You give out a muffled noise “Mhmph...”, then you collapse to someone’s hands, and everything goes dark.