Chapter 29 - Vivid and Vixen
My opportunity to invite Erik Sanford to participate in our
next party came a few days later, when I reported for a follow-up
visit on the laser hair removal process. It had been wonderful not to
have to shave every morning, let alone not worrying about a beard
shadow forming late in the evening. But there had been a few hairs
pop out in various places which had not been adequately eradicated in
the first set of treatments. Dr. Sanford decided they could all be
removed in a single additional treatment, though, so I had to strip
completely in his examining room to prepare for the laser.
His touch was quite professional as he applied the laser, but
it was necessary for him to handle nearly every part of my body before
he finished. In the course of his treatment he examined the minuscule
mark at my neck and lightly stroked my new tits, provoking an arousal
from my nipples.
"Well, everything seems to be working okay," he observed.
"Wonderfully," I agreed, "in fact, so much so that I have a
special request."
His raised eyebrow was his only response, but it indicated
clear interest so I continued.
"I wonder if you might get a message to someone for me,
someone I think you know," I began.
"If possible," he agreed.
"Would you ask Lord Odysseus if he would like to accompany
Milady Halo and her two slave girls, Vivid and Vixen to a bondage
party?" I whispered.
"Halo, Vivid, and Vixen?" he asked, not understanding.
"Yes, Milady Halo is so angelic, though she is quite strong as
well. Slave Vixen also has a strong spirit. She is well behaved with
her owner, but always seems to be on the hunt for something. Slave
Vivid, on the other hand, has only just begun her training. Her
personality is not entirely clear." Erik picked up on the references,
connecting each name with the appropriate person. When he realized
that I would be changing from mistress to slave his eyes widened in
surprise, then in pleasure, and I could see a definite response in his
pants even through the surgical scrubs. Though I was totally
unclothed I still wore my makeup and wig. In addition, my new tits
were prominently between us, so my Brandy persona was in full force.
Brandy always had been a bit of a tease, so I let my long-nailed
fingers lightly stroke his pulsing bulge. His eyes widened again, but
he said nothing. I had kissed him, after all, more than once, so he
either had a pretty open mind, or was able to ignore irrelevant
factors. Probably both. However, before things got really
interesting, he caught my hand and held it still.
"I believe Lord Odysseus might be very interested in helping
Lady Halo train her slaves, especially Vivid," he declared. The look
in his gray eyes affected me very strangely. I saw an immense well of
power in their depth and I felt an unexpected responsiveness, a
willingness, even an eagerness to please this intense man. I wondered
if that sort of look ever appeared in Raven's eyes. Somehow I didn't
think so. I enjoyed playing the part and knew what actions to take to
play it well, but for me it was only acting out a part. I wasn't so
sure with this man. For him, it might be very real, yet that didn't
diminish my trust for him. Somewhere deep inside me there lurked the
thought that surrendering to this man might be the thing that could
make me happiest, that his understanding of my needs might be better
than my own, and that he would honor the trust with infinite pleasure,
just as I tried to do with Kelly when I bound her to our bed. My
breath had caught in my throat when he focused that intense gaze on
me, and I had to shake my head to break the spell.
"Good, I'll be sure to tell her so," I said, trying to get
back in control of myself.
He smiled at me, turning off the power within his eyes and was
again just my excellent doctor. He pointed to my clothes in
dismissal, repeating the admonition not to get too much sun until the
swelling reduced.
"Oh, I just remembered, Milady Halo asks if you would come to
her house on the first Saturday of next month. If you wish to help
apply the bonds to the slaves, show up about 4:00, otherwise, about
4:30," I said.
"Tell her I . . that is Odysseus . . will definitely be there
by 4:00," he told me, then left the room.
The look in his eyes had triggered erections in three places
on my body, the one between my legs threatening to reveal more than
merely that I was excited, so I had to carefully pack it away. When I
finally had my cock adequately taped into place I got dressed in my
new style. Since I had needed a little hair removal on my chest, I
had worn a bra and garter belt rather than a corset. My blouse was
open at my slender neck, plunging low enough to celebrate my new
cleavage. My skirts were just as short as ever, though, and my heels
just as high. It was a little more casual than the careful things I
had needed to do previously, but no less beautiful, even more
feminine.
I told Kelly and Billie Jo that I had contacted Lord Odysseus
and that he would participate in our party, but I still didn't tell
him who the mysterious master really was. I thought it might be
interesting to see how that developed, whether he intended to maintain
his mystery, or whether he would declare his real identity. It would
be apparent as soon as he showed up, of course, if he still wore his
mask, I certainly wouldn't tell the others who he was.
My favorite specialty shop had the bonds necessary for the
matching chains required by Vivid and Vixen, though the young man
wasn't in attendance at that time. I expected we would one day see
him up on a slave block, asking to be bought by a strong master.
Kelly ordered Billie Jo's long wig and picked up another red slave
dress, plus the sandals I would need.
Finally the day of the bondage party arrived. I couldn't
quite match the outfits worn by the other slave girls, since my cock
would hang down below the tiny skirt of the slave dress if I left it
loose, so I would have wear a thong and bind it away. This would be
the only difference in my outfit, however, from that worn by Vixen.
As I carefully arranged my package, using the tape to smooth out the
shape, I realized that the hormone treatments, while not impeding my
basic virility, had allowed me to keep my erection under control when
that was what I wanted. I could count on a smaller bulge to hide
until I chose to release my thrusting sword. The hormones had also
smoothed my skin out dramatically, causing my body to retain a thin
layer of fat. My weight had actually decreased, though, since I had
lost muscle bulk despite our continuing exercises. Kelly walked in as
I was smoothing the last piece of tape into position.
"Goodness, Brandy, you've really got that down to a science.
You could wear a swimsuit, now."
"Well, maybe," I allowed, "but it would have to be a one-piece
suit, my stomach ridges are still too well defined. Besides, I
wouldn't want to get my hair wet."
"I didn't say you had to go swimming," she laughed, "just wear
a suit. And I think you'd look great in a bikini. Tonight you've had
to attach the tape pretty low in order not to show when you wear your
slave dress, low enough to work with a two-piece suit. Those muscle
ridges make you look like a female body-builder, but your new tits
make you look definitely female. Overall, you'd be just fine."
"Maybe," I repeated, but the idea was interesting. Rocky
owned a ship that cruised the west coast of Mexico, like the Love Boat
of the old TV show, and I might find an occasion to wear a bikini at
that.
"Anyway," Kelly continued, "it's time for you to get dressed.
Billie Jo will be here anytime. I can do your makeup after you put on
your dress."
She handed me the thin slave garment. In her hands, it looked
like a not-very-big silk scarf, with too little material to cover
anything. I put it on, draping the tiny skirt over my hips and
pulling the halter top up under my long hair. I was almost right
about the dress, it didn't cover much of anything, just barely enough
to keep me from getting arrested. Maybe.
My first impression as I stood there in the filmy dress was of
the caress of a soft cascade of hair on my bare back. There was
nothing between the back of my neck and the micro-mini skirt draped
low on my hips and my hair constantly brushed against the bare skin in
between, gently, smoothly, sensuously. Before I had always had to
wear a corset, and generally a high-necked blouse, so the feel of my
hair whispering to my waist was new to me. I shook my head to get
ripples moving in the soft weight of it, smiling at the lovely feel.
Kelly laughed at me and pointed at my shoes, reminding me I still
needed to put them on.
I finished just in time and was sitting at the makeup table
when Billie Jo arrived. Kelly had designed a new makeup for each of
us, more dramatic than our normal daily approach, yet working to
soften the strong bones of our faces. She tailored the design
carefully to each of us, using subtle highlights or shadows to
diminish the differences and emphasize the similarities. When Billie
Jo finally donned her own long wig, the effect was incredible. We
looked like more than sisters, we looked almost like twins. Even our
body shapes were similar, since Billie Jo always had possessed a
strong, lean body, not as shapely as Kelly even after her tits were
enhanced. Only the color of our eyes was significantly different,
Billie Jo's dark brown not quite a match for my own midnight blue,
although at a distance the impression would probably be only that our
eyes were dark, so they weren't too different after all.
"Kelly, I know I've said it before, but you're a genius," I
said happily.
"Absolutely," Billie Jo agreed.
"Well, there is one noticeable difference," Kelly giggled,
then reached out to tweak my nipples through the thin material.
"You'll have to keep your head and shoulders back to make sure you
show properly, or should I say improperly?"
Her touch had the desired effect though, and my tits showed
prominently through the dress. The nipples had grown dramatically in
the last month, now fully within the range of normal adult women,
though not so spectacular as Kelly always displayed.
"Okay, you two are done, now get out of here so I can do
myself," Kelly ordered.
We stood back to watch as she redid her face into another new
design, emphasizing the strength of her ice-blue eyes. When she was
done, she showed a power and confidence that I had never seen before,
not all due to the cosmetics. She was really starting to get into
this role. Standing up seemed be the trigger for her switch to Milady
Halo, for from that point she called us by our slave names and
expected instant obedience.
"Vivid, get my leather dress. Vixen, get my boots. You will
help me dress before Lord Odysseus arrives."
We scurried to obey, lacing her quickly into the soft, creamy
material. I pulled the laces of the dress tightly enough to elevate
her figure from spectacular to unbelievable, though unlike her slave
girls, Milady Halo was all natural. Vixen was less concerned with
tightness than with a smooth, comfortable pressure in the thigh-high
boots, so it took her a little longer, but she was finished just
before 4 o'clock.
Exactly on time, the doorbell rang. Milady Halo's eyes told
me to answer it, though I was dangerously close to being revealed in
the thin dress. I had no choice, of course, and moved quickly to
obey. Lord Odysseus stood there, a small package in one of his hands.
He wasn't wearing a mask so I knew he didn't mind that we recognized
him as Dr. Sanford. Somehow, it still didn't seem the same person,
though. That look of masterful power was back in his eyes.
"Milord," I said, and stood back to let him enter. As he
passed, I bowed my head, causing a liquid flow of hair to cascade past
my shoulders and fall into place over the soft halter top to my dress.
That was nearly a mistake, since the reduction in tension on the front
of the dress allowed it to gap, threatening to expose my breasts.
However, my hair cascaded forward before anything really showed, and
when I lifted my head again my tits snuggled back into place within
the soft material. He watched the smooth, beautiful motion for a
moment, then walked past to meet Milady Halo.
"I have a couple of gifts for you, Lady Halo," he said as he
opened the package. "Perhaps you would like your slave girls to wear
these."
He offered her two beautiful chain-link rings, matching those
that would soon adorn our necks, but designed to control our hair into
a pony-tail.
"When they let their hair fall forward, like Vivid just did,
they hide their beautiful shapes. I think it would be better if their
hair were bound as well."
"Indeed," Milady Halo agreed, "would you like the honor of
placing the first bonds on them, then?"
"Yes, I would," he said, directly and forcefully.
"Slaves!" she ordered sharply, "Kneel at the feet of Lord
Odysseus."
We hastened to obey, struggling to keep our heads up and
shoulders back to maintain what little coverage the slave dresses
allowed. Milord Odysseus gathered up my mane in his hands, brushing
his fingers lightly through my hair with a gentle caress that sent
shivers down my spine though he didn't touch any part of my skin.
When he had it controlled within one of his strong hands, he placed
the ring around it, snapping the fastener closed with a tiny, terribly
important click. I now wore his steel.
Vixen's hair was captured next, and I was surprised to find I
was jealous of the attention he was granting to her, though he only
attached the ring to her hair, just as he had done to me. I listened
for the small click of her own band being fastened, anxious for him to
finish so that I would once again receive their attention.
"Stand up," Milord Odysseus said when he had finished with
Vixen.
"You do that so well, why don't you continue?" Milady Halo
offered, handing him the golden collars.
When he placed these about our necks, his fingers had to touch
our skin, and I reveled in the contrast between his gentle but firm
touch, and the hardness of the chain links making up the collar. He
moved behind us to place the bracelets on our wrists and ankles, so I
couldn't see what the gold looked like against my skin, but I could
imagine it based on the way Vixen looked, so similar to me. I had let
my hands fall to my side when he finished putting the cuffs on my
wrists, the bondage still entirely symbolic since none of the
restraints were fastened together. That changed in another minute
however, when the long chain was hooked to my collar, then my hands
were pulled to be fastened to it as well. I stood frozen as the
restraints on my ankles were locked to the hobble portion of the
chain, counting in my mind each small click as another lock was
closed.
It felt very strange to be standing there, bound in golden
steel. Kelly had only handcuffed me once, way back when we were
beginning our new adventure, and I had been stretched to the corners
of the bed one night. Both had been secondary to the real adventure
of the occasions, the first time I wore makeup, and the first time we
made love with Billie Jo, so I hadn't really focused on the sensation
of the bondage itself. Only Tanyon had handcuffed me into
helplessness, and I had tried to put that far from my mind. So far,
only the restraints holding my wrists together behind my back had made
any real impact on my motion, but the clear, high tinkle of the chain
captured my attention. I found myself getting excited at the prospect
of a new adventure, still not entirely sure I liked the slave persona,
but definitely thrilled by the newness of it all. My musings lasted
until Vixen was securely bound and Milord Odysseus stepped around in
front of us.
"I have additional presents for your slaves, Milady Halo, with
your permission," said Milord Odysseus.
At her nod, he reached up and removed the simple loop earrings
that Vixen and I wore. He replaced them with heavy gold earrings that
were formed of two chain links each, clearly matching the style of our
bonds. The links were actually supported by a fine gold chain, almost
hidden behind the main pieces. This fine chain allowed the links to
gently ring against each other with a clear tone that didn't damp out
immediately, a constant whisper in our ears of our slave status.
Milady Halo joined him in front of us after he had placed the
earrings in our ears. She had our leashes in her hand and I noted
with panicked relief that the vibrating eggs had been removed. I
didn't know how she might have tried to apply that particular feature
to my body, but it looked like I wouldn't have to worry about it.
"Pick one," she said to Milord Odysseus as she handed him one
of the chains. "She shall be yours for the evening."
I desperately wanted to be picked, by him, though I loved
Kelly with all of my heart. The mastery he had shown in his office
was back in his eyes again, in every motion he made. The tight
leather showed his powerful, well-defined muscles and I couldn't help
thinking how long it had been since I had been with Rocky. My eyes
pleaded with him to select me, to own me, to show me more about myself
than I had ever dared guess.
I thought I had achieved my desire when he reached out to
tweak my nipples through my dress, turning them into hard knots
distinctly outlined through the thin material. But then he moved over
to do the same to Vixen. Without a doubt, her tits were bigger, her
curves better. I sighed and sagged a little from my rigid position
when he reached out to hook his leash to her collar.
"Why, Vivid,' Milady Halo said, putting a soft menace into her
tone that I had never heard there before. "I might almost think you'd
prefer his ownership to mine. Now that couldn't possibly be true,
could it?"
"No, Milady Halo, I love being your slave," I claimed, trying
to put absolute conviction into my tone. That note of menace was a
little frightening and I realized that I had shown that I was not
adequately trained. Yet. While I trusted Milady Halo absolutely, she
might decide that I would benefit from training that was not pleasant
while it was actually underway, before the benefits were realized.
Then she made it all worthwhile and I ceased to regret not being
Milord Odysseus's choice.
"I understand," observed Milady Halo, "that you have a
particularly effective way of confirming the acceptance of a slave
girl into your service, Lord Odysseus. Would you like to demonstrate
it? I might find it useful myself."
Milord Odysseus pulled on Vixen's chain until her head leaned
forward toward him. Then he dropped the chain and took her into his
arms, repeating the incredibly sensual kiss he had used to claim
Angel. Milady Halo pulled my face down to her level and did her best
to match the heat of Milord Odysseus's kiss. Her best was
spectacular, unbelievably sensuous, incredibly passionate. My nipples
popped up harder than they had ever done, threatening to push through
the thin fabric that was crushed between her tits and mine. I fancied
their sensitivity was so high that they could feel the matching
hardness of Milady Halo's beautiful buttons through the thin dresses,
but my eyes had closed in ecstasy and I didn't remember to look to see
if we really lined up that well. By the time she was finished, I was
trying to remember how to breathe. She smiled confidently, though I
could see enough heat in her cheeks to know her passion was real, not
to mention the sharp points of her own arousal.
"I think we will only use the gags until we reach the party,"
announced Milady Halo. "Lord Odysseus and I will talk undisturbed
during the drive, but I enjoy kissing you too much to put up with the
bother of continually removing your gag."
Now that made my nipples pop up again. I realized that I had
missed a bet when I had been Raven. Many of the masters had kissed
their slave girls, and some mistresses had kissed theirs as well, when
we had been at the parties before. I could have enjoyed the pleasure
of my slave girls' lips at any time, and hadn't taken advantage of it.
Perhaps my mistress would choose to favor me with her kisses tonight.
I certainly hoped so.
She tossed one of the gags to Milord Odysseus, then held the
other up to my mouth. I opened wide to accept the ball, then stood
quietly while she fastened the strap under my ponytail in back. When
she was finished, she hooked her chain to my collar and turned to
leave the house, pulling me after her. At the doorway she invited
Milord Odysseus to precede her with a graceful sweeping gesture, then
locked the door behind him as he in turn stood out of our way so that
Milady Halo could go first. Now I found myself scurrying with the
tiny steps made necessary by the hobble chain. I knew I looked less
graceful that usual, though by contrast that made Milady Halo look
even more beautiful. The quick tapping of Vixen's heels on the
walkway confirmed they were following us. At the car, Milord Odysseus
did the honor of lifting us into position, still bound. My brief
slave skirt fell back from the strapping I had used to hide my
masculine package, but he ignored it. I was not his slave girl, after
all. He did smile when the same thing happened to Vixen though,
lightly brushing his fingertips on her glistening shaved mound. While
we drove to the party, Milord Odysseus and Milady Halo discussed slave
training, emphasizing pleasure over pain, describing particularly
effective techniques. Some of those techniques seemed desperately
intense, incredibly desirable and my newly developed nipples stayed
hard for the entire trip. The smell of female arousal filled the car,
as usual, and while I wasn't doing my part, it appeared that Milady
Halo was filling in for me, though she looked totally in control,
totally beautiful. At the site of the party our owners removed our
gags. I worked my lips and jaws a little to relieve the stiffness,
but didn't say anything, of course. Gagged or not, slaves spoke only
if that was their owners desire.
"You slave girls won't be given any refreshments within the
party tonight," Milady Halo informed us, "so you need to take your
supper now. Lord Odysseus, if you would help me for a minute?"
She turned and offered her back to Milord Odysseus, so that he
might loosen the top of her leather dress. As soon as the tension was
reduced, she pulled her beautiful globes free of her bustier top and
offered a nipple to each slave girl. We pulled eagerly at the hard
buttons, rewarded with warm, nourishing milk from her abundant supply.
It didn't take long, however, before we had drained her and she
stepped back, arranged her tits so that the nipples were covered, and
turned again to let Milord Odysseus tighten her laces. They placed
our masks on us, and their own on themselves. In a moment they were
done with their tasks and walking toward the door, tugging on our
leashes. We trailed behind our owners, stepping briskly, but able to
keep up with their casually elegant pace.
"Ah, Lord Odysseus, how nice to see you again," greeted the
man behind the desk. I was behind Milady Halo and couldn't see his
identification tag. He continued, "I see you have a new slave girl.
She looks very beautiful. Will you be entering her in the
competition?"
"No, I am just trying her out. She currently belongs to Lady
Halo," explained Milord Odysseus.
"Then you must be Lady Halo," said the registration clerk.
"Welcome. You certainly have beautiful slaves."
"Thank you. They have proved amazingly receptive to training.
You wouldn't believe what this one looked like when I first saw her.
Why, just a few months ago, you wouldn't have considered her a pretty
slave girl at all," Milady Halo laughed as she said it, though it was
absolutely true.
All of the sudden, I wondered just who had been training who
for these last few months. At that exact instant, Milady Halo seemed
to have won on all fronts. I was dressed as she desired, in a manner
I would never have believed before she started our weight challenge.
Yet she was the one free and I the slave, which was an inversion of
her part of the challenge. Still, this was only temporary. Sure.
I'd keep telling myself that. She paid our entry fees, declining to
participate in the contest, and pulled me after her as Milord Odysseus
took care of his own registration.
When we were out of earshot, she whispered to me, "You are
absolutely stunning, Vivid, but keep your head up and your shoulders
back. You don't quite have the reflexes women learn from puberty to
keep their chests hidden. Your tits are about to fall out of that
dress.
"Besides, it keeps your nipples showing," she laughed,
trailing one long fingernail down the smooth valley between my
breasts.
I raised my head and squared my shoulders, embarrassment
flaming in my cheeks, but excitement indeed showing through the halter
top of my dress. Our owners strolled through the party like they
owned it, and they probably would have, if they had decided to enter
the contest. Vixen and I made a beautiful, dramatic pair. The minor
differences in our looks were totally forgotten within the more
spectacular similarities. It wasn't long before offers to buy us were
being made, then increased. The other owners recognized that we were
a matched pair and that it would be inappropriate to break up the set,
so the offers were for the pair of us.
Somewhere in there I made the mental breakthrough that Angel
and Huntress had identified before. The realization that I was
desirable enough that people would pay thousands of dollars to possess
me, based solely on my beauty since my mind was irrelevant, began to
fill me with pride. I started to smile and strut a little,
constrained by the hobble chain to small steps, but unconstrained in
the roll of my hips and the bounce of my stride. That bounce started
interesting secondary motions in the front of my dress, rubbing my hot
nipples into constant excitement. That excitement, that pride,
started to define my personality as Vivid. Vixen had reverted to her
predator look, proud and strong, controllable only by her master, Lord
Odysseus. Angel had previously defined purity and innocence, but that
wouldn't be right for me. My nature was inherently devilish instead,
emphasized by the bright red dress I wore, so I decided on sensual,
insatiable desire.
My tongue started to play with my lips, keeping them bright
and moist. My eyes started to dare anyone to possess me, to try and
please me. My smile became a challenge, offering to pit my
spectacular body against all comers, not in battle, but in raw,
incredible passion. The muscles that showed through my inadequate
dress became a sign of sexual energy, unstoppable responsiveness.
With every breath I declared that no one could possible satisfy me,
except the spectacular woman who owned me. Milady Halo was lifted up
by the standard I was defining to an unimaginable level, her
magnificent figure, so flamboyantly displayed in her skin-tight suit
and powerful spiked boots, made her a fabled goddesscome to earth.
More perfect than mere mortals could ever achieve, more perfect than
most could even imagine, able to combine the strength my body
proclaimed with matchless femininity and a figure beyond belief. The
limited curves my body possessed became irrelevant, none could compare
to Milady Halo, so who cared? What mattered was having the strength
to survive the erotic promise I was projecting.
It took a while before either Milady Halo or Milord Odysseus
even noticed what was going on. That lack of attention worked to
exaggerate rather than diminish the image I was defining. Milady
Halo's personality was light and airy, happy as always, and it
appeared that she was deliberately trying to keep her matchless
sensuality in check, denying it utterly. Yet still enough forced its
way out, in the proud bust she waved around, in the delightful orbit
of her hips, in the incredible beauty of her smile, that it seemed to
be just the surface of a bottomless pool that each and every partygoer
would gladly give anything just for a chance to sip from, let alone
take a deep drink. The murmur of the party began to focus on us, and
our owners were beset with more and more offers.
"They're not for sale," Milady Halo repeated for the fiftieth
time.
"Please, name any price, I must have them," a would-be owner
begged for the fifty-first.
"Lady Halo," suggested Milord Odysseus, "perhaps if you put
them on the block for an auction, you could bring this to a head. If
the auction price is high enough, sell them. If not, then everyone
will know."
Vixen and I looked at each other for a second, wondering if he
was serious. We were certainly helpless, not only in our bonds, but
totally without identification or money. Even our clothes would get
us immediately arrested if we somehow ended up alone and on the run,
unless they got us attacked instead. Milady Halo started to shake her
head, but then a smile broke through her frown as she really absorbed
what Milord Odysseus had said.
"Very good, Lord Odysseus. Send them to the block."
"Do your best, slaves," she told us. "I want to know your
value. You better hope for a very high price, because if I am
disappointed, I will sell you to someone who cannot support you like I
do. On the other hand, with a rich enough owner, you might be better
off."
Our leashes were removed, willing hands lifted us to the slave
block, and the auction started enthusiastically. I re-energized my
insatiable desire persona, while Vixen turned up the heat on her
predatory smile. Together we were the very essence of sexual energy,
and that energy infected the audience. The bids started to come
faster and higher, leaving the realm of reality for some unthinkable
dream world.
"Ten thousand dollars for the pair!"
"Fifteen thousand!"
I turned as I strutted on the block, flipping my long
ponytail, smiling with disdain and challenge at the offers, and the
offerors. Vixen sneered with even greater disdain, interspersed with
a hungry grin that implied dinner, not delight, yet it was nonetheless
delightful. It might be impossible to survive a night with the two of
us, but who cared? What a way to go!
"Twenty thousand!"
"Twenty-five thousand!"
"Fifty thousand dollars! I must have them!"
From out of the crowd came a powerful voice, not terribly
deep, not even very loud, but it cut through the bedlam like a
piercing whistle, stilling the entire crowd.
"I bid one hundred thousand dollars."
The offeror was Milord Odysseus, standing next to Milady Halo.
In a replay I ran in the back of my mind, I thought I could remember
seeing him whisper to Milady Halo just before his bid, but that memory
was buried in surprise behind the clear tones of her silvery soprano.
"Sold! That ends the bidding."
I froze in shock. Had I really been sold? For a moment I
dropped so far out of character I almost became Ran again. Had my
wife really sold me to a man? Vixen was at least as surprised, but
the evidence of her excitement was so prominent on her chest, and the
aroma of her arousal was flooding out so strongly, that it was clear
she was deliriously happy with the sale. I knew she loved Kelly and
Brandy, but it appeared that she had wanted to belong to Milord
Odysseus even more.
Hands helped us down from the slave block, where Milord
Odysseus waited, now holding both leashes and our ball gags. He
placed the gags on us first, not allowing even the quickest whispered
comments. Milady Halo stood by, smiling proudly, but with just enough
arch in her brows to indicate approval of the sale, and of the lessons
her slave girls would now receive. Milord Odysseus attached our
leashes and led us quickly from the party hall, dragging us faster
than we could comfortably move in our hobbles in order to force us to
desperate haste and a complete focus on his wishes that we might do as
he desired.
