Auction

The auction day finally came.

I had no memory of a life before the facility anymore. All I knew was obedience, pain, pleasure, and the desperate need to be owned. The trainers prepared me carefully. They cleaned me, oiled my skin until it glowed, and dressed me in nothing but a thin leather collar, sky-high heels, and a small tag clipped to my nipple that read “Lot 17 – Fully Trained Hotwife Slave”.

They led me onto the stage in front of a small but very wealthy audience. Emily stood beside me, proudly presenting me.

“This is Lot 17,” she announced. “Formerly a normal engaged woman. Now completely broken and reprogrammed. She has no memory of her old life. She is addicted to degradation, drinks piss on command, and begs to be used. She is ready for permanent ownership.”

Bidding was fast and intense. I stood there trembling with need, eyes downcast, as the price climbed higher and higher. When the hammer finally fell, a tall, handsome man in his forties with cold, possessive eyes had won me for a very large sum.

After the auction they took me to a private room for marking. They strapped me face-down on a table. A tattoo artist worked on the inside of my left wrist. He inked a small, elegant slave mark: my new name “LUNA” in beautiful script, and right below it the number “17-004”.

When it was done they showed me in a mirror. I stared at the permanent mark on my wrist with a mix of shame and deep arousal. It felt right.

My new owner, Mr. Voss, inspected me thoroughly. He ran his fingers over the fresh tattoo on my wrist and smiled. “Luna. You belong to me now.”

He took me home that same night to his luxurious mansion. The moment we entered his private bedroom he pushed me to my knees and used my mouth roughly. Then he bent me over the bed and fucked me hard while calling me by my new name.

“Welcome to your new life, Luna.”

I moaned loudly, completely broken and happy in my new role as his personal sex slave.

There was no going back.

I was finally sold.