While the others finished up, I saw that Helen had taken the stage. She stood at the podium, center stage, as she addressed the crowd. She started off by thanking everyone for coming to the dinner and hoped they had a good time at the events that were held from Thursday on through to today. (The women clapped to signify their enjoyment.) Then she went on to thank all of the volunteers who helped out as well as the current year's committee. (All of this was foreign to me, but I listened intently nonetheless.) Finally, she reminded everyone that the events of the weekend would not be possible without the donations they received and the annual auction. (Once again the crowd clapped.) After that she went on to announce that next year's events would be posted on the website in the upcoming week, so they should watch for the information.
Then I watched as she stepped to the side and two young ladies moved the podium to the corner of the stage. From there she announced that the auction would begin in precisely twenty minutes.
I did not quite know what that meant, but the women were obviously excited. Soon the wait staff removed the remaining plates and gave the women instruction concerning the dessert table in the back. In addition, they handed pamphlets to each of them with the auction list on it as well as a small electronic device for each woman to place their bids anonymously with.
My curiosity was getting the best of me as I struggled to get a glimpse of the list the women were looking over so intently. I watched as the women whispered comments back and forth to each other until Jess finally decided to let me in on the secret. She handed me one of the pamphlets and then sat back to watch my expression.
I took the list from her hand and quickly looked it over. My jaw dropped as I saw that it was a slave auction. All fifteen slaves from the previous night were listed along with their portrait, height, weight, length, girth, and list of their specialties. As I looked it over I found myself at the bottom of the list as the featured slave. Since I had won the contest I was the one expected to fetch the largest amount of money.
I looked up from the sheet to see scores of eyes looking my way. I quickly returned my gaze to the list to find the terms of the auction:
•All bids should be placed using US dollars.
•All bidders must be approved by the committee and pass all drug and disease screening.
•Every winning bid you have secures you eight hours with that slave on the predetermined date.
•Each slave will have six available days for you to bid on (but don't wait too long or you will miss your chance...)
•You may use your slave however you want during your time so long as you inflict no enduring pain or injury. In addition you may not go outside the predetermined guidelines set by their mistress.
•All bidding will start at a $500 minimum except for the featured slave, who will start at $1500
I panicked a bit as I took it all in. I was beginning to realize why I was going to be on vacation next week. I was going to be the property of strangers and Jess knew all about it. It was one thing when she set me up with women I did not know, but I trusted that she knew what she was doing. Here I will be at the mercy of the highest bidder.
Once again I looked up from the list. Jess was smiling sheepishly at me as she knew I was already beginning to sweat. Just then two young ladies came to me and told me they were here to take me back stage. I shot Jess a look of desperation as I rose from my seat.
"Have fun," she said, as she blew me a kiss. "I will see you next week."
I was still in denial as they sat me in a room with the other men while we waited for our turns. One by one the men left and never returned until I was the only one remaining. By now I had been in there for a couple hours, but I could scarcely hear a thing. Occasionally the crowd would get real worked up and I could hear their screams, but I could not make out what they were yelling.
Finally the time came for me to take the stage. One of the ladies who had brought me to the room now led me to the stage. As we walked she told me that I should really work the audience because my mistress would get half the proceeds. I was not sure that I believed her, but at the same time I figured what did I have to lose. I was going home with someone different one way or another.
Helen announced me as the featured slave of today's auction and then proceeded to read my information to the crowd from off of the pamphlet. She then went on to add that I had a 'magic tongue' which any of the women who took part in the demonstration on Thursday could attest to. In addition she added that she had sampled my wares herself and gave me an 'A+ mark'.
She really knew how to flip my switches and I was soon strutting around on the stage in my tux winking and blowing kisses to the would-be bidders. Immediately her machine began to light up as the bids poured in for Monday. She continued to update the crowd as to where the bidding was until it finally closed at $4990.
Now that Monday was sewn up, she moved on to Tuesday bidding, then Wednesday and Thursday. By this time I was pretty turned on by the thousands of dollars women were willing to spend for me and I really got into it. As the bidding for Friday began, I removed everything but my pants and shorts. This succeeded in getting the bidding up over $10,000 at which point I took the pants off as well. Finally the bidding for Friday closed at $13,600 and I never knew who had made any of the winning bids as we moved to Saturday.
Knowing that this was the final day, I turned away from the women, pulled down my boxer/briefs and threw them into the crowd. "Nice ass!" I heard a couple women yell as the whistling ensued and the bidding began again.
When I finally faced the crowd with my erect cock in hand the bidding had already exceeded that of Friday's. I was beginning to sweat a bit more as I ran naked into the audience. Dozens of women reached for my erection and others grabbed my ass. Then I returned to the stage and the bidding soon ended.
Helen announced, "We have a new record! Saturday's slave owner purchased him for $42,250." The crowd went crazy.
"I have one more announcement to make," Helen said, "We will be auctioning him off for one more day.... Today."
The whole crowd gasped in excitement and then cheered. After a short pause the bidding machine lit up again. This time I did not fetch as much as I had for Saturday, but I think the heavy hitters may have already maxed out on me and the other slaves. Even so, I went for a respectable $22,200.
I sat naked on the stage as Helen addressed the women and told them how to collect their slaves over the coming days. Then things began to wind down and the women began to shuffle out. I started to pick up my clothes, which I had strewn about the stage, when I heard someone walk up behind me.
"You aren't going to be needing those," she said.
I turned around to see who it was. I had to catch myself from falling when I saw that the winning bidder for today was my ex-girlfriend from over five years ago. We had dated for a couple years and almost got married, but she decided she wanted to meet new people. I was heartbroken at the time, but eventually I met Jess and practically forgot about her. Jess would be pissed if she knew she were there. Lucky for both of us she had already left.
Heather was her name. She was definitely hot, but definitely not trustworthy. She was 5'7" and about 125 lbs. with curves in all the right places. She became a stripper after we broke up and I am sure she did well. She had dishwater blonde hair and nice C-cup breasts, but her best asset was obviously her perfect ass. It was practically hypnotizing to look at and blue jeans practically jumped off of the rack begging for her to where them.
I felt a bit awkward standing before her naked, since neither of us had seen each other that way in many summers, but she soon set me a little more at ease. "I was just kidding," she said, noticing my apparent discomfort. "You can go ahead and get dressed, if you want. My time doesn't technically start until two. That gives you about an hour and half of free time until then. I was hoping you would join me for lunch."
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