Mary (20, Blonde, petite)

I tried to get used to shopping naked but it was never easy. Sometimes I would get lucky and see another **** and just get a look of sympathy that let me know I wasn’t alone in the world or even see a petgirl, which even though I felt terrible for them they let me know I wasn’t the lowest form of ****. Today there was no such luck and I was the only naked person and only **** in the store.

I had been sent by my master to go grocery shopping to make a meal for his family which I knew I wouldn’t be allowed to eat. My bare feet on the cold tile, all the stares from both men and women, my nipples erect from the cool air, not allowed to use a basket so I awkwardly carried everything and was constantly slipping and shuffling, the lewd and rude comments, all the security guards watching me because they considered slaves a risk and a lower class of people, if they were considered people at all, were things I should not let affect me anymore but I can’t help but remember that it wasn’t always like this.

I was married, I thought I met the woman of my dreams, but after the **** laws it was legal for a female spouse to be sold by their partner with no law breaking or consent by the enslaved party required. it created a quirk for lesbian couples. Either spouse could sell the other and it created a lot of fear and uncertainty not just in our marriage but in the whole lesbian community, which was probably the point since we would’ve been the most insulated from the male supremacy laws.

She, I can’t even say her name, was so paranoid I was going to sell her no matter how many times I cried denying it, telling her I loved her, telling she was everything to me, but she just wouldn’t hear me. I came home one day to a strange man and a note. She wasn’t even there to say goodbye. She fucking sold me but was too much of a coward to even face me.

He let me read the note which basically said “sorry, but I can’t risk it.” I didn’t finish it through all my tears. He was a bit older than me, taller, muscular, brown hair and glasses. He wore a suit and had a quiet almost polite demeanor at least at first. I wasn’t sure whether to ask questions, I knew I couldn’t resist in any real way as an overly defiant **** would likely be sent to a **** farm which is somehow even worse than just being owned by one person or a family. So I waited for him to talk. It was quiet for a while. After a bit I hyperventilated and he put his arm on my shoulder almost like he wanted to comfort me. I looked into his eyes and asked his name. He paused for a moment.

After a brief period of quiet he seemed to make up his mind on the spot like he didn’t plan anything in advance. He didn’t tell me his name. It was just “Master”. I nodded. I’d learn from overheard conversations and getting his mail that his name was Mark but that wouldn’t come til later.

I asked if I could grab my things or anything. Even just my photos to remember my old life. He told me I didn’t get to have anything. I cried harder but nodded. I was in such a state of shock it’s hard to remember exact words but I remember the general gist of it.

After some more quiet, I still didn’t know what to do. Finally he spoke again and told me to strip on the spot. I wasn’t ashamed of my body but exposing it to a man seemed like the ultimate humiliation and the ultimate degradation. I almost fooled around with a boy in high school before I knew who I was but I never let one see me in my underwear let alone naked. I begged and pleaded and he just shook his head. I tried to bargain; I said I would strip when we got to his home if he would just let me leave here clothed so none of my neighbors would know what I was becoming as I left my house for the last time. He shook his head and told me it would be easier if I just got it over with.

I grabbed at my jacket and it came off easily enough but with everything else I just couldn’t. I looked at him hoping he would understand. Instead he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to a chair and then over his knee.

He was too strong to resist so I just tried to run away in my head. When he began to spank me over my jeans I was drawn back immediately by the pain of my new reality. For a moment he reached into my waistband to pull my pants down and I shuddered but then he stopped. He went back to holding me down while he spanked me over and over. I lost track of how many times he smacked my bottom but by the end I was a sobbing mess. I couldn’t see my butt but I knew it was more red than it had ever been. Any fight I had left was taken. I realized he hadn’t pulled my pants down because he wanted to make me to do it.

Crying and on weak knees I took off my shoes and then my socks. My dainty pale feet with blue nail polish came into sight and his expression didn’t change at all. I took my shirt over my head exposing my pale skin, my cleavage and my lacy red bra, which was supposed to be a surprise for Lisa, oh well I guess I can say her name, and then unbuttoned and took down my jeans letting him seem my bare legs and thighs. I wanted to cover but there seemed to be no point, my lacy red thong was exposed barley coving my pussy as it was low cut and even more embarrassingly it required a clean shave to look sexy. I looked to see if he was taking sexual pleasure or if he’d make a move on me but his expression still hadn’t changed.

My bra unclasped in the front just how Lisa liked it and my lemon sized b-cups came into view. I had large pink nipples which much to my embarrassment were quite hard. I had just one skimpy little thong as the last piece of clothing I would likely ever wear. I looked at him again and still he hadn’t changed his expression. I wasn’t sure if he was purposely trying to make me uneasy but he certainly was.

I started pacing back and forth as anxiety filled me. I was practically naked, my ass was so sore, I felt so betrayed and I was expected to expose my pussy to this stranger and remain a naked **** for the rest of my life. He seemed to be a mixture of frustrated and amused but I could tell there was something else going on. Like he didn’t actually enjoy this or not as much as I expected him to.

Finally he spoke...