Whips Or Kisses

“Let me please you,” he responded, eyes moving up to look at me. Under short little spikey bangs. I could even see him swallow. “With my mouth.” I smiled. Finger moving to his lips. “And so it is.” He kissed it. The tip of my finger. Gracious. Eager. I almost felt sorry for what I was about to do. Almost. With his mouth. And so, it shall be. He reclined on my bed. On his back. Vulnerable. His wrists strapped down, spread far from his body. His ankles, still in those boots I find so irresistible, spread equally, locked down. A tight black t-shirt. Black jeans. A belt — hanging open a little, the buckle silver. And a tight black velvet blindfold. His eyes protested when I brought it out. But I said, softly, “All you need is your mouth.” And he nodded. Swallowed. Closed those innocent eyes. And was gone. Spikey little bangs hanging over black velvet. I paced, watching his body growing accustomed to the restraints. I watched, because that is what I like to do. I watched, like a stalking beast, looking over what I would soon have. My fingers moved over his chest once. His head moved in response. To the side, in short– timed — jerks. I imagined dripping water over his body. Or hot wax. I imagined him naked, vulnerable. I imagined giving him oral sex that would make him cringe, plead and beg. I imagined making him suck off each of my fingers. One. At. A. Time. Each time, longer than before. Hissing orders into his ear. Faster. Deeper. Wetter. Masturbating as I did. Sucking my own fingers clean. Tasting it. Instead, I watched. When I saw his hips move — just slightly — I knew it was time. He could hear the buckles of the device. His head turned toward me as I sat next to him on the bed, moving the device around in my hands to determine which end was which. Unfastening the buckles, I listened to his breathing. Felt him moving on the bed. His lips were parted, eagerly. My eyes peered over, my hands moving through latex buckles. “Open a little wider for me, baby. Let me see that tongue of yours.” He parted his lips, opening wider, let his tongue find its way out. Licking. Teasing. I was watching him now, not watching the evil contraption in my hands. Not feeling, anymore, the long black cock. The smooth, cock-shaped rubber. How it was attached to a strip of latex that would soon cover his mouth, riding tightly all the way up under his nose. The other side of it. Nearly eight inches of cock itself, more durable, rigid. Standing straight up. The side I would mount. Fuck. Right on top of his face. And he knew nothing. “You want to please me with your mouth?” I asked him. “Yes,” his response came at once. Eager. So innocent. “Then open wide,” I ordered. And he did. Even though he was blindfolded, I could almost see it behind the velvet. Eyes shut tight, wincing, wondering, gasping, choking. He shook his head instinctively when the rubber cock-shaped device invaded him. “Shhh…” I said, hoping he would hear me above his own choking, whimpering, betrayed gasps. “Trust me,” I whispered, leaning to his ear to breathe to him, distracting him as I locked the straps tightly. Buckling the cock securely into his mouth. And only if you could see me, now, I thought, straddling his chest and hiking up my skirt. I wasted no time. My hands were in his hair. Both of them. I looked down at him like he was some — some 20th century fuck toy. A device, in himself. That hair, hanging down, now damp with a little sweat. The gag locked tightly in his mouth. A nice, 7-inch cock extending up from his gagged mouth, glistening now as I stroked it, slowly, with lubrication. Maybe he smelled the scent of it. Maybe he felt the way my hips were moving suggestively on his chest. “I’m about to fuck you,” I said. Hissing, I imagine, because I was aching with desire. My pussy grinding, already, against the fabric of his t-shirt. I knew he could feel how wet I was. How hot I was. “You…” I hissed. “You have this big, thick cock sticking up from your face. I am going to sit on you. Sit on your face, do you understand? I am going to fuck you. I am going to cum on your face. You will feel it. You will feel it, because the harder I plunge myself down onto you, the deeper that cock will get shoved into your mouth.” He whimpered. It was a priceless, audible whimper. “I am masturbating, right now, on your chest. Getting myself ready.” My words, breathless, distracted him. I could tell. As I moved my fingers under my panties I saw him squirming, more now, and I studied him. Studied my prey. I eased my panties down. I eyed that cock I would soon mount. I though how helpless he must feel, unable to speak, to see. Knowing he was about to be fucked like an object. “You wanted me to use your mouth,” I hissed, leaning over, brushing my lips over his ear. “And I am.” To torture him, more, I moved my wet fingers under his nose. I held him still with my other hand, a fistful of hair, and made him inhale my scent. His whimpers sounded like half-sobs of frustration. “You want to be licking me, don’t you?” I asked. He did not respond, so I tightened my grip and growled, “DON’T YOU?” He nodded, nodded and whimpered a little. “Maybe you will get lucky, ” I said to him. “Maybe a trickle of me will find its way down under that latex, into that gag. And you will see how good I taste.” He was turning his head a little, disoriented, desperate. I used both hands to hold his head still. “Don’t move. I am ready now.” A slight whimper. I raised myself up. Opened my thighs above his head. Only if he could see me, I thought. And felt it — the tip of that cock, sticking straight up and waiting for me. I teased my lips with it for just a moment, eyes closed, holding the headboard now for leverage. I moaned, softly. I could hear the jingling of straps as he pulled at his wrists and ankles, knowing better than to move his head even an inch. I felt the cock filling me, slowly, and I opened my mouth and let out a gasp. Sliding. Deeper. I moaned. And then I felt his hair tickling the insides of my thighs. A blur. Mostly. I fucked him that way, slowly at first. Then gaining momentum, holding the bed for leverage, plunging myself down onto his face — as it was — feeling the latex of the cock filling me again and again. Dripping, soaking. My pussy coated it, and soon the wetness dripped down, slowly, almost reaching his lips. And when I looked down at him, momentarily, I almost felt sympathy for him, so used. Reaching under with my fingers, I felt the aching wetness of my sex. I tasted it myself, and I told him how good it tasted. I told him to hold still for me. To remain as he was — my fucktoy. And I came. I came right on top of him, grinding my hips in a slow, circular motion. Fully penetrated by the cock that extended from his face. Came so hard that my juices coated his nose, his hair was sticky now. Holding his hair between my fingers, breathing hard. Leaning against the headboard to keep me up. And I could hear his breathing. Feel it brushing against my thighs. And even though I had just cum, I longed to feel it between my legs. Against my pussy. His tongue, deep inside me. Breathing hard, I slowly slid off of the large latex cock that filled me. I lowered my body onto him. I could feel his chest heaving. He felt so alive. My fingers found way to his hair. My eyes were still closed. I wondered, then, if he had the energy to do it again. This time, though, with his tongue. Looking at him, trapped in his darkness, unable to speak. I knew. And as I unlocked the strap that held the gag in place, I was already wanting it again. And he would have no chance to even speak once the cock was pulled from his mouth. e fucked like an object. “You wanted me to use your mouth,” I hissed, leaning over, brushing my lips over his ear. “And I am.” To torture him, more, I moved my wet fingers under his nose. I held him still with my other hand, a fistful of hair, and made him inhale my scent. His whimpers sounded like half-sobs of frustration. “You want to be licking me, don’t you?” I asked. He did not respond, so I tightened my grip and growled, “DON’T YOU?” He nodded, nodded and whimpered a little. “Maybe you will get lucky, ” I said to him. “Maybe a trickle of me will find its way down under that latex, into that gag. And you will see how good I taste.” He was turning his head a little, disoriented, desperate. I used both hands to hold his head still. “Don’t move. I am ready now.” A slight whimper. I raised myself up. Opened my thighs above his head. Only if he could see me, I thought. And felt it — the tip of that cock, sticking straight up and waiting for me. I teased my lips with it for just a moment, eyes closed, holding the headboard now for leverage. I moaned, softly. I could hear the jingling of straps as he pulled at his wrists and ankles, knowing better than to move his head even an inch. I felt the cock filling me, slowly, and I opened my mouth and let out a gasp. Sliding. Deeper. I moaned. And then I felt his hair tickling the insides of my thighs. A blur. Mostly. I fucked him that way, slowly at first. Then gaining momentum, holding the bed for leverage, plunging myself down onto his face — as it was — feeling the latex of the cock filling me again and again. Dripping, soaking. My pussy coated it, and soon the wetness dripped down, slowly, almost reaching his lips. And when I looked down at him, momentarily, I almost felt sympathy for him, so used. Reaching under with my fingers, I felt the aching wetness of my sex. I tasted it myself, and I told him how good it tasted. I told him to hold still for me. To remain as he was — my fucktoy. And I came. I came right on top of him, grinding my hips in a slow, circular motion. Fully penetrated by the cock that extended from his face. Came so hard that my juices coated his nose, his hair was sticky now. Holding his hair between my fingers, breathing hard. Leaning against the headboard to keep me up. And I could hear his breathing. Feel it brushing against my thighs. And even though I had just cum, I longed to feel it between my legs. Against my pussy. His tongue, deep inside me. Breathing hard, I slowly slid off of the large latex cock that filled me. I lowered my body onto him. I could feel his chest heaving. He felt so alive. My fingers found way to his hair. My eyes were still closed. I wondered, then, if he had the energy to do it again. This time, though, with his tongue. Looking at him, trapped in his darkness, unable to speak. I knew. And as I unlocked the strap that held the gag in place, I was already wanting it again. And he would have no chance to even speak once the cock was pulled from his mouth.

By wickid’s pet

He was running late.  Traffic had slowed because of an accident, and it had put him about 15 minutes behind.  Joe knew he should have left home sooner, rather than playing it so close.  This did not bode well for a first play session with his prospective mistress.  They had corresponded online for a few weeks now, getting to know each other, and learning each other’s likes and dislikes.  As an office manager, Joe spent each day supervising personnel, giving orders and bossing people around.   Little did his co-workers suspect that he was really a submissive at heart, and had an urgent desire to be dominated.

Joe had had other mistresses in the past, but Ms Donna had a certain special dominating quality that greatly appealed to his submissive side.  She was a statuesque blonde with an attractive figure and killer legs.  They had met for dinner at a nearby restaurant a week earlier to get acquainted face to face.  Ms Donna did most of the talking during that first meeting.  “Joe, before I accept you as a slave, you must prove yourself worthy of Me.  I have scheduled a play session at My home.  “I will expect you at My home, one week from tonight, where we will see whether you measure up as an obedient slave.  I will expect you at 6:30 sharp.  You will bring a tote bag containing your various restraints and toys, including a collar and handcuffs.”  Joe lowered his eyes and murmured “Yes, Maam”.

Now it was 6:47 as he pulled into her driveway.  Grabbing the tote bag as he exited the car, he walked quickly down the sidewalk and up the few steps of the porch to her front door.  He was about to ring the doorbell when he saw a note taped to the wall just below the button.  Retrieving the note and opening it, he read: ”When you arrive, you are to remove all clothing and place them in your car.  Lock the car and place the keys in your tote bag.  Pull out your collar and handcuffs.  You will then put on your collar.  You will see a short chain which is locked securely to the porch railing.  Clip the other end of the chain to you collar, then put the handcuffs on behind your back.  When you are finished, kneel on the porch and ring the doorbell with your nose.”  Joe hurriedly complied with the note’s instructions.  After stripping naked and stowing his clothes, he put on the collar and clipped the chain to it.  Next, he picked up the handcuffs and locked one around his left wrist.  Placing his hands behind his back, he took a deep breath, knowing this was the point of no return.  Once he locked the other handcuff on, he was helpless to do anything.  He could not run away, nor could he cover himself should anyone happen along.  Before he could change his mind, he quickly ratcheted the other cuff on.  Gingerly dropping to his knees, he made his way over to the doorbell button and pressed it with his nose, then settled back on his heels.

A few minutes went by without any sign of Ms Donna.  After about five minutes, he began to worry – did he have the right day?  Of course he did – he had been counting the days all week!  Maybe She wasn’t home – and he would be stuck there until someone rescued him!  He began to test the security of the handcuffs, to see if there was enough slack in them to slip one off.  No such luck – he had been too good at securing himself.  He backed away from the porch rail, to see if there was any chance the chain might not be properly secured.  Again, no such luck – the taut chain held perfectly.  At ten minutes, he started to panic – what if he were forced to be here all night?  Still kneeling, he hobbled over to the doorbell button and pressed it again with his nose, this time holding it in for a few seconds to ensure a ring.  A few seconds later, the door opened, and Ms Donna stepped out, a vision in a stunning low-cut long black dress and calf-high black leather high heeled boots. Her natural blonde hair fluttered in the breeze.  She looked down on him, hands on Her hips.  Joe bowed to Her, placing his forehead on the floor.  “I thought you wouldn’t mind waiting a few extra minutes, since you have kept Me waiting all this time, slave,” She told him.  “You may beg to kiss My boots,” she exclaimed, pushing his head in the direction of Her right boot with the end of Her crop.  Not wanting to incur any more of Her wrath, he said “Please Mistress, may I kiss Your boots?”  “I have not yet decided if I will be your Mistress,” she told him.  “You will call me Ms Donna or Ma’am for now.”  “Please Ms Donna, may I kiss Your boots?” as he prepared to do so.  Before he could kiss Her boot, she placed the end of the crop between his lips and the boot.  “Kissing My boots is a privilege – you must first earn that privilege by begging for punishment.  You may apologize for being late and beg for punishment.”  “Ms Donna, I apologize for being late, and beg for punishment.” he replied softly, as he kissed the crop.  Pick a number between one and ten,” she ordered.  Joe pondered this for a moment.  Whatever number he picked was sure to figure in on how many blows he received with the crop.  “Two,” he replied timidly.  “Two it is – your sentence of ten blows has been increased by two!” She laughed evilly, as She carried out the sentence of twelve blows on his back, arms and legs.  “You may now thank Me for your punishment and kiss My boots”, she told him.  “Thank you, Ms Donna, for my punishment, and for the honor of kissing Your boots,” he replied, covering Her boots with kisses.  When he was finished, She turned and walked back in the house.  “I’ll be right back – don’t run away, now!” she laughed.  She returned with a dog leash and clipped it to his collar, simultaneously releasing the chain.  Picking up his tote bag, she pulled him by the leash to a standing position, then bent him at the waist till his upper body was horizontal.  Then, gripping the leash where it joined the collar, she led him into the house.

Once in the living room, She ordered him again to his knees.  He sat back on his heels, eyes lowered.  Reclining on the couch, she extended a foot toward Joe and announced “You may beg me to lick My boots.”  Instead of responding as ordered, Joe made the mistake of glancing up briefly at Ms Donna.  “Did I tell you to look at me?” she snapped, giving his body a couple of swats with Her crop.  “No Ms Donna, please forgive me.    M-May I please have the honor of licking Your boots?”  With an air of boredom, she said, “You may begin.  I want to see every inch of these boots cleaned, both tops and bottoms.  Got it?”  “Yes, Ms Donna.” he replied respectfully.  As he bent to his task (literally), he found it more difficult than expected, as his hands were still locked together behind his back.  Starting at the toe, he worked his way back to the high heel of each boot and up to the boot tops.  Then, as he sat back up, she lifted each boot in turn so he could clean off the soles.  “Make sure you suck every bit of dirt off the heels,” She told him.

When he finished with Her boots, she got up and led him into the bathroom.  She had him kneel facing a wall and tied his leash to a towel bar.  Joe knelt stoically as Ms Donna removed her boots first, then her dress, leaving her attired in only a thong.  She bent down and unbuckled Joe’s collar.  “You may remove My thong,” she announced.  He turned on his knees to face her.  With his hands still secured behind his back, he only had one option.  He leaned forward and gingerly gripped the right side of her thong in his teeth.  After pulling it down a few inches, he had to switch sides and start again.  Finally, he made it far enough down her thighs to slip it all the way down to her feet.  As she stepped out of the thong, she told him to stay down.  “Before I take a shower, I need a little pre-wash.  You will now clean My feet,” she ordered, extending a foot.  Joe bent to his task, beginning with her toes.  He ran his tongue slowly over each toe, starting with her little toe and working his way up to the big toe.   As she lifted her foot, he carefully licked the underside of each toe, then took each one into his mouth and sucked on it.  Next, he started taking two toes at once into his mouth, running his tongue in between and massaging the sensitive skin, eliciting a few contented moans from his domme.  Once finished, he began making long sweeps up and down the length of her foot, top and bottom, with his tongue.  When she was satisfied, she extended her other foot for a replay.

Once he was finished, she walked over to the shower stall and stepped in.  “Get up and join me in the shower,” she told him.  When he had entered the shower stall, she reached out and closed the door.  “Open,” she ordered, looking him straight in the eye.  When he complied, she stuffed one end of an oval-shaped sponge into his mouth.  “Do not drop this, or else,” she said.  After turning on the shower and adjusting the temperature, she opened a bottle of liquid soap and poured a generous amount on the sponge still held in Joe’s mouth.  “You may now wash Me,” she announced.  Joe began at her neck, dragging the sponge back and forth across her skin.  He worked his way around and down, scrubbing her shoulders, back and breasts.  Kneeling down, he continued the cleansing of her beautiful body.  He washed her stomach and lower back.  As he began washing her buns, she grabbed him by the hair and forced his nose into her crack, running it up and down to ensure a thorough cleaning of that area.  Joe had to breathe through his mouth, which still held the sponge.  Next, she turned around and allowed him to sponge her pussy.  After a few seconds, she grabbed his hair and forced his face into her slit.  This time, she maneuvered his head until his nose was touching her clit.  She began rubbing his nose up and down, and back and forth vigorously.  As she approached orgasm, she began to moan, which soon developed into a series of pants and groans.  A loud wail escaped her lips as she arched her back and let the first climax of the evening wash over her.  Joe obediently kept rubbing her clit with his nose.  Once she gained her composure, she told him to finish his cleaning task.  Shaking his head to clear the soap out of his nose, Joe proceeded to scrub her legs and feet.

When the shower was finished, Ms Donna stepped out of the stall and held the door for Joe to follow.  She picked up a nearby clothes hanger with spring clips built in.  She proceeded to clip the hanger to Joe’s nipples, and placed the hook end over a towel bar.

Standing on tiptoe, Joe’s nipples were stretched painfully upward.  “Just hanging you out to dry,” she told him with a smirk.  After she had towel dried, she left the bathroom to get herself a drink.  She sat in the bedroom and relaxed for a few minutes, leaving Joe to drip dry in the bathroom.  When she was satisfied he was dry, she unclipped the hanger from his nipples and re-attached the collar and leash.  Untying the leash from the towel bar, she led him into the bedroom and had him kneel, facing the side of the bed.  Laying the leash straight out on the bed, she sat down in front of Joe, facing him and straddling the leash.  She pulled the leash taut behind her, pulling Joe’s head forward and down toward her crotch.  Picking up a crop, she used it to push his head all the way down to her puss.  “You may now beg to pleasure me, slave.” she ordered.  “Please my I pleasure You, Ms Donna?” Joe murmured.  SMACK!  A slap of the crop exploded on his back.  “I don’t hear much sincerity, slave; try again.”  “PLEASE may I pleasure You, Ms Donna?” Joe asked, a little louder this time.  SMACK!  “PLEASE may this slave have the honor of pleasuring You?” Joe croaked.  “That’s better, slavc, you’re learning.  Get busy.”  He began gingerly licking up and down her outer lips.  SMACK!  This was his signal to apply himself.  He dove in, probing with his tongue and eliciting a few moans.  He gradually made his way up to her clit, driving her wild.  As she rode his tongue through wave after wave of pleasure, she kept him on task with an occasional swat of her crop.

Finally, she was satisfied and allowed him a break.  She was in a very good place now, having had several mind blowing orgasms.  She decided to reward her slave (yes, Her slave).  She allowed him to lay across the bed and she lay down next to him, with her feet by his head, and vice versa.  “You may lick My feet, slave,” she told him.  “Would you like to cum?”  “Yes Ms Donna if it pleased You,” Joe answered quickly.  She began stroking him as he happily licked her feet.  “You will not cum without permission, slave.”  “Yes, Ms Donna,” he answered.

“You may address Me as Mistress,” she said kindly.

As I was led forth into the slave market chambers, I reflected
on just how I had come to reach my awful predicament.

Clearly - the world was undergoing through unprecedented
metamorphic changes. It all culminated some sixty years ago, with
the prolonged war which inevitably led to nuclear destruction and
devastated the world.

But out of the ensuing rubble and chaos, something miraculous
happened. A small group of visionary woman banded together to form a
secret council. They believed that the warring factions had once
again allowed their male ego’s to intercede, thus proving once and
for all that male leadership inevitably leads to death and
destruction. Surly, (they reasoned) natures true intent was for
women to rule the world.

This movement quickly evolved, and soon more than ten thousand of
the most courageous and dedicated women alive were banded together -
in pursuit of this incredible cause.

These women shared one common bond - they were sick and tired of
men destroying the planet! With great fortitude and guile, they
succeeded in taking over what used to be the United States.

Aptly, they renamed their country “Genesis”!

The first law of the land was simple: All men were to be
subservient to women! Any man or woman who dared resist this law,
was summarily killed. For many years the men attempted countless
revolutions, but natures intentions was not to be denied.

Now, sixty years later, the council was in complete control and
slowly taking over the world.

Nation after nation fell under the might of Genesis, and the
conquered quickly discovered that Genesis was completely
nondiscriminatory. The fate for all was the same! Man women or
child, as soon as they were captured, were immediately sold into
slavery.

Most were sold by auctions, which were open to all the female
citizens of Genesis. However, only the ten thousand women who helped
create the original government council, as well as their female
decedents, were allowed unlimited ownership of slaves.

The remainder female citizens of Genesis were limited to ten
slaves and two male consorts, to do with as they wished.

Not long ago my native country slowly came to grips with a simple
fact: it was only a matter of time before we would inevitably lose
our continuing war with Genesis. Faced with the choice of continuing
to fight and uselessly sacrificing thousands of our young men every
single day of the war, or to surrender at once - our government
chose the latter. Three weeks ago, as the ink dried on the paper agreeing to our
unconditional surrender, my fate as a slave was sealed!

So as I found myself being ushered into the slave market, I knew
it was futile to fight. Indeed, my only option was to put on a brave
face and hope that I would be bought by a kind and gentle mistress.

CHAPTER ONE Entering the auction hall, I was met by a mean looking woman with a whip swinging menacely from her belt. Taking me brutally by the arm, she led me to one of the hundred or more glass cubicles adorning the sides of the wall. Abruptly, she ordered me to undress or `I’d be sorry’. Reluctantly, I took off my skirt and blouse, but steadfastly refused to remove my undergarments.

Giving an impatient grunt, she ripped my panties right off me revealing to all my pussy! Shocked and seething with anger, I turned and gave the guard a withering look. But my indignation had absolutely no affect on her. With a cruel ugly laugh, she proceeded to tear my bra off as well, and my large but firm breasts became exposed as well.

With an expert efficiency, she manacled my hands and legs to two poles stationed in the center of the cubicle. I felt incredibly vulnerable, as I found myself spread eagle facing the room at large.   I watched her place a large card containing my personal data on the wall of the cubical. Glancing at the card she said, “Well well Mikah, you’ll fetch a nice profit. Only eighteen years old – a senators daughter - and a virgin too. No wonder you were placed in this special auction for council members only.” With another disgustingly ugly laugh, the cruel women left me alone.

I tried to act indifferently, but my eyes slowly drifted down to look at my forced nudity. I could feel the shame and anger deep in my soul, as I realized just how humiliating this pose actually was.   True - I had always been exceedingly modest in my appearance, to the point where even my dressing servants had never seen me naked. Yet this position was so revolting and un-ladylike, that even the lowest street whores would likely have been embarrassed.

I kept a sharp lookout to see if anyone so much as dared glance at me. But over the next hour my vigilance slowly ebbed as I saw that I was being totally ignored. Incredibly, I even started to adjust to my nude body being in open view for all to see.

Inevitably - my natural curiosity got the better of me and I started checking out my surrounding. Everywhere I looked there was great activity! Boys and girls as young as ten, to men and women as old as my parents, were being summarily processed. Suddenly an ear piercing scream shot through the room, as a young girl no older then my self was savagely whipped on her back!

Looking through the clear glass separating our cubicals, I saw the female overseer’s tearing the clothes right off her body! They roughly grabbed hold of her hands and legs, and chained the poor girl in the same spread eagle position as myself. This scene was repeated frequently, until finally all the cubicals were filled.

A few minutes later, a beautiful woman in her early thirties entered the room. She was dressed in a loose linen pants suit, but I’m sure that all eye’s were glued to the long snaking whip dangling from her hand. Facing the slaves at large, she raised her arm for silence. A slave directly opposite me, a young and arrogant looking man in his twenties, whistled at her in an obviously lewd manner. A hush encompassed the room as we waited to see what this woman would do.

Very calmly she walked right up to the man, raised her whip high, and with all her strength whipped him! A long welt instantly appeared, running straight from his chest down to his thigh. We all waited for his scream, but the pain must have been so severe that it took his breath away. Coolly, she walked back to the middle of the room and once again faced us.

“Welcome to the Imperial auction house, the finest such establishment in all of Genesis. My name is Mistress Susan,” she told us sweetly.  “As the proprietor, I wish to extend a special thank-you for attending today as our special guests. Each and every one of you should be quite proud, as very few are fortunate enough to be selected for this very special auction.”

Boy, what a bitch! To me she was the personification of the `better than thou’ attitude, so prevalent to the women of Genesis.

Mistress Susan continued her condescending speech.

“I ask of you, please be on your best behavior, for the ladies who are going to attend today’s event, are quite deserving of your greatest respect. Indeed, only the most honorable and powerful women of Genesis have received an invitation for today’s auction. So please slaves, pay close attention to the rules which I will outline to you, as I am quite sure that we all want today’s proceedings to be a huge success.”  “Rule one;” Mistress Susan informed us in a matter-of-fact tone. “Never forget; the women who are about to buy you are the most  important women in the world. You are truly privileged to have them as your Mistresses.

Rule two; Do not look at the Mistresses faces, period!    Rule three; You must answer any and all questions they may ask you, honestly and   respectfully, regardless of how personal they may be. Any violation of any rule, or any complaint by a guest, will result in severe punishment. For the next two hours the Mistresses will be inspecting you - in any way they desire! After the inspection, you will be led one at a time to the next room, and then auctioned off.”

With a deceptively sweet smile Mistress Susan concluded, “Thank-you once again in advance, for what I’m sure will be your utmost co-operation.” With a wave of her hand, Mistress Susan signaled for the mahogany doors to be opened, and the inspection to begin.

I assumed a bunch of women, fat haughty and bitchy, would come storming in. I mentally braced myself for the up coming onslaught.  I knew these women would enjoy ridiculing us all, and groping us mercilessly.     But to my amazement, no one rushed through the doors, though from the sounds of laughter and talking coming from the next room, I knew that a large crowd had gathered. Finally, after what seemed to be forever, the ladies started to trickle in.

Watching them closely, I had no doubt that these ladies were of the highest bearing. They were all dressed in beautiful clothes made of the finest silks and cashmere, obviously created by the elite designers of the land. The ladies demeanor was one the sort which could not be taught, but comes natrualy only to those who are born to power and wealth.

Soon the room filled up with two to three hundred women milling about. The ladies, aged from seventy years old to as young as five, casually strolled about, stopping to check the slaves at their leisure.     A few distinguished women briefly looked me over, and read my identification chart. But I was lucky in that so far I had yet to be treated or groped in a humiliating way.

My luck soon expired, when a lady approached me with her ten year old daughter in tow. I immediately looked down, for I remembered well the caution which we had received earlier.    I guess that I had always taken it for granted that I would be treated with the high respect which my former rank and station commanded. In fact - I had frequently punished my servants for their inappropriate behavior, and on a couple of occasions - I had even found it necessary to discipline some of my friends!

So you could well imagine my distress of having to address this obnoxious ten year old as ma’am. Worst yet, I had to make sure that I didn’t even glimpse at her face.  In a flash of angry rebellion, I stared challengingly right into her eyes! I gave a triumphant laugh - as the girl shrunk back a few paces. With out warning - the mother slapped me hard right across my face! Through the sharp stinging pain, I clearly discerned the genuine rage in the mothers voice!

“How dare you, slave! Leya, don’t you ever let a slave intimidate you! Now take your paddle, and punish her. Hard!!!” The little brat meekly took the offered paddle, and slowly walked behind me. As her mother rudely inspected my most private parts, I suddenly heard a swishing sound. I jumped in surprise, as I felt a very sharp sting on my behind. Three seconds later I felt another one. You can not begin to imagine the humiliation I felt: I was being spanked by a ten year old girl! But as the pain increased, I became determined to hide my shame. I defiantly stared straight ahead, and pretended like I simply didn’t care!

But in reality, it was hard for me to digest just how radically my life had changed. Just two short months ago I was having my sweet sixteen celebration at the royal hall, where men and women of all ages fawned all over me. Oh, what a glorious time it was.

But then came our surrender! Within twenty-four hours I became separated from my friends and family, and placed on a ship with mostly common folk. During the long two week journey to Genesis, we were chained to the wall like animals. Whatever food we were given was terrible, and we were made to sleep on the floor. Many a night I cried myself to sleep, but only when no one was there to see.

We were not bathed, and were allowed access to a bathroom only once a day. All in all there were maybe a thousand of us, in a room not large enough for a hundred.    We finally docked, and I was led into a small office where I was told to remain standing. A non-descript woman sat behind a desk and asked in a mechanical voice; Your name? Country? History? Age? Hundreds of additional questions were asked, many of a most personal nature. She then stamped my file, and a guard led me out.

While being led to a truck outside, the guard informed me how I was `lucky’. I was to be sold at the exclusive auction for members of the council.   Over the next week leading to the auction, we had better quarters then on the ship. Two girls shared a bed, with only two beds in a room. Even the food we were given, was tolerable. We were `encouraged’ to take showers, and given whatever we needed to maintain our physical attributes. It wasn’t hard to guess the reason why we were being treated so nicely. They obviously wanted us to look our best for the upcoming auction. In fact - it was so important that we look beautiful, that they spared us from any further punishments or abuse. After all, we would have very little value if we were all marked up with ugly welts!

But despite being treated well, it was still a most unnerving time for us all. Being the natural leader of the room, it fell on me to try and console my roommates. One of the girls in the room waiting to be sold, was the twelve year old daughter of my parents cook.   I never had much to do with her in the past - her being a servant and all, but now she would hover next to me, seeking my strength and comfort.

In the darkness of the night, I would contemplate on my hopeless situation, and it wasn’t long before a deep depression had settled over my soul.  Throughout this entire horrible experience, the guards remained cold and uncaring. Now in the auction chambers, I found their was the same cool dis-attachment to the slaves. I was not a girl who was being sold, I was simply merchandise.

As my depression increased, I constantly had to fight back tears. However, I resolved to myself to never give them the satisfaction of making me cry.   But this was almost too much for me. A ten year old was spanking my behind in front of hundreds of people, while her mother inspected my breasts. Over the next couple of minutes, I must have received twenty to thirty lashes of the paddle. It wasn’t so much the pain as much as the overwhelming humiliation, which was now crushing my spirit. Oh how I hated them all!!!    Desperately, I fought off my tears, and focused on the only way out. `I swear, I will kill myself the first chance I get!’ Somehow, knowing that the end of my ordeal was near, helped me to cheer up. I even started smiling, despite the fact that the spanking was really starting to hurt.

A few minutes later the young brat concluded my spanking, and turned to face me once again. With a sneering smile which plainly reflected her personality, she sarcasticly said. “Now slave, say thank you.”     Regardless of the cost, all I wanted was to wipe both her and her stupid smile right off the planet. I knew that I was only making things worse, but I couldn’t help myself.

I stared straight into her eyes, and gave her a bright sunny smile. “Why, thank-you ever so much for spanking me. I’m sure the pain will linger on for years. In fact, thanks to you - I am starting to appreciate just how beneath me you really are!”

The mother once again slapped my face in fury. But this time I was ready for it, and managed to make it only a glancing blow by turning my face away from the slap. In a low calm voice, which failed to mask her intense hatred for me, she said.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you, bitch. I’m going to buy you, and then I’m going to whip you so hard that you’ll be begging me to stop! But I won’t stop! I will continue to whip you until you have no skin left. After that, you will serve as my daughter’s horse. She will ride on your skinless back, and you will carry her wherever she commands. I promise you, you will curse this day and the day you were born!”

With a wickedly victorious smile, the mother and daughter turned and walked away.   The whole time that the mother was speaking, I had made sure to continue smiling, and act as if I didn’t care. But as soon as they walked away, I started to yell at myself.    `Damn it Mikah, why don’t you ever learn to shut up! What did you possibly hope to gain by provoking them.’ But I knew it was to late for any recriminations. The damage was already done. And I highly doubted that the mother had only been bluffing.

Oh’ how I hated these two bitches. The problem was that they now hated me with an equal passion. And they had the power to make me pay the price of their hatred!    Now, more then ever - I knew the only possible way out was by committing suicide.

A sudden strong feeling of being watched interrupted my thoughts. I quickly glanced up, and out of the corner of my eye I noticed a young woman looking at me with an amused  expression. When she saw I had noticed her, she started walking towards me.   `Great’ I thought to myself. `What new humiliation will this young lady delve on me.’