This was a dream of mine for a long time, almost an obsession. But I wasn’t sure it was even possible in today’s world. Then I took the plunge – after a pretty quick search on the dark web, I found this auction. My heart started racing twice as fast...
I went through a series of checks and got a sample contract. No other document in my life had ever led to such big changes…
The sections on physical parameters were incredibly detailed, with options for both men and women, possible limitations, and the term of ownership. I looked at this part with the most anticipation. The available options were: a day, a week, a month, a year, or lifetime (marked with an asterisk).
Hmm… a day – definitely not. Lifetime? No way, I’m definitely not ready for that! A week seems like the best option.
I have no idea how long their lawyers must’ve worked to make sure the contract didn’t conflict with most laws, or how well they actually pulled it off... But basically, for the agreed period, the person loses all civil rights turning into a real slave, and their only protection is the list of limits written in the contract. They required a stack of documents and proof of my mental competence, including a detailed medical examination and a report from a psychiatrist. In the end, I received a *certificate approving the slave for auction*.
But enough about the paperwork. I got my affairs in order, double-checked my will, paid the deposit for the auction in Bitcoin, and… waited at the agreed spot.
Then came the classic setup – a black car, people in masks took my phone and checked me for bugs, put a black bag over my head, and after weaving around the city for a while, we finally arrived.
It looked like the reception area of a fancy hotel. Security at the entrance. All the staff were women, but their different roles were immediately noticeable. The girl at registration was a slave in metal collar. She was chained to her place. But other slaves in gold collars moved around freely. Everything was overseen by commanding women holding riding crops.
Participants were brought in by owners, usually men, but there were some women too. The prospective slaves, lined up for sale, looked scared, disoriented, and often tearful.
I hand over the contract in my turn:
“So, gender, age, limitations… Owner?,” asked the girl, chained to reception
“I'm applying myself.” replied I embarrassed
“Ah, I see. Head to the changing room.” The slave girl looked at me with a hint of sympathy, but lowered her eyes under the supervisor’s gaze.
There were already a few men in the changing room, along with a stern Domme.
“Strip,” she commanded in a way that left no room for defiance.
“I said everything!”
“But… it’s a part of me,” I started to argue timidly, referring to my chastity cage.
“Absolutely everything! From now on, you don’t own any single thing! Put your belongings in the container; you’ll get them back after the contract ends.”
I was terrified to part with my cage. It felt like my last line of safety. But I had no choice…
Three men were already naked with hands cuffed behind their backs. None of them looked at me. They stared blankly ahead. “They don’t belong to themselves anymore,” I thought, “and neither do I.” She put collars on them and chained to a pipe that ran across the entire background of the platform. My turn… The click of the lock sealed my old life behind me. Oh, how tight the chain is—it’s nearly impossible to move.
We’re waiting backstage while they auction off the last few female lots.
The stage… We’re so defenseless here. Flooded with light, displayed like goods for sale. "*Like goods*? Did you forget why you’re here, stay naked and collared?" my inner voice was relentless. Over the past few years, I’d gotten so used to at least having a cage for cover. But now, it’s gone, and my hands are tied behind my back… I had never felt so vulnerable in my entire life.
I steal a glance at the others nearby... I look pretty good for 46—a heavier body of a former grappler, an extra 30 pounds, but still some muscle left. But everything’s relative. The guy to my right is an athletic 30-year-old, perfectly built. Behind him, there’s a slim young man who almost looks like a girl.
But that wasn’t the main thing… The fucking dick size! I lost the competition. That's why I love the cage - to avoid these competitions.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” the auctioneer began—a commanding, well-groomed woman with a deep voice. “We’re starting the second part of our auction and presenting to you the male specimens. The minimum bid increment is $50. Ownership rights begin at the close of bidding and last until the contract’s end. I’ll introduce each lot in turn.”
Breathe in, breathe out, in… out… When I managed to pull myself together, I dared to look out at the audience. Rows of twelve seats each fanned out in arcs from the central aisle. Not all the seats were filled. The buyers were mostly women...
“So, here we go—Lot Number One!,” she began. My ears were ringing, and I couldn’t remember the sale of the first lots. Even though I’d told myself not to imagine who my buyer might be, I couldn’t help it and kept scanning the room. It seemed like no one was even looking at me…
“What an old fool I am—why did I get myself into this?” I thought. “Shut up! You wanted this, and you’ve spent half your life working toward this moment!” my inner voice shot back.
Suddenly, I felt a gaze on me! Yes, that dark-haired woman in the third row! Strong features, sensual yet tightly pressed lips, a calculating look. “Could she be the one I saw in my dreams?” I wondered timidly. “Don’t fantasize!” my inner voice snapped as usual. “How humiliating that she sees me like this,” a strange thought crossed my mind—“Isn’t this exactly what you came here for?” it continued, mockingly.
I lowered my eyes, but I could still feel her gaze. I tuned in to the flow of the auction. Breathe in, breathe out, in… out…
"Lot Number Four!" A sharp crack of the whip jolted me back to reality.
“Forty-six, experienced, obedient, and well-trained slave,” the auctioneer read my profile. “In my opinion, he looks quite good for his age.”
I was ready to die of embarrassment...
"No injuries, no blood, no brands, no piercings," continued she my list of limitation.
“Starting price is $1,000 for a one-week contract,” announced the auctioneer. “Damn, nothing’s started this low today,” flashed through my mind. It’s a strange situation: I’m both the item being sold and the one who’ll receive the proceeds from the sale.
“Is SHE still watching?” I didn’t dare to look up. Breathe in, breathe out, in… out…
“Place your bids, ladies and gentlemen!” But the audience was silent. A terrifying sense of shame from impending failure pierced me—how much lower could I fall?
"Unfasten him," she commanded suddenly. "And free his hands." Before I could process it and stretch my numb arms, sharp commands followed one after another: “Sit!, stand!, inspection!, submission!”. I moved into each required position (I really am well-trained), but one thought kept running through my mind: “Is SHE still watching?”
"On your knees! Open your mouth!" putting on a latex medical glove, she walked toward me, hips swaying. Her fingers were exploring my mouth. Deeper and deeper. All my deep-throating skills came in handy. And... my body responded just as it always does. The audience began to applaud at the sight of my hard on!
“He’s not so small or useless after all,” she laughed. “A proper reaction, just as a true well-trained whore!"
“All right, your bids?”
“$1,100,” “$1,300!” — “$1,300 going once, $1,300 going twice…”
“SEVEN THOUSAND!”
The room gasped. I timidly lifted my face, smeared with saliva—it was HER!
Sold slaves waited for their new owners, kneeling by the stage. At least our hands were now bound in front—it was such a relief. I hadn’t fully processed what had happened when SHE approached. I didn’t dare look up and didn’t get a good look at HER. All I saw was her hand, which I instinctively kissed.
A click of the clasp on the leash, and then She was leading me through the crowd. Naked, leashed, finally, officially owned.
The trunk of a large SUV. A mat smelling of dog. The road to a new life…
