Bobbie found it hard to believe what was happening as he stood nervously off
to the side of the small stage, awaiting his turn. Just two years ago he had
been a typical college senior -- having fun, dating lots of girls, and
occasionally worrying about his future. But when he had imagined his future
back then, he never would have imagined THIS -- that he would be living as a
full-time servant to a beautiful dominant Goddess, and that Goddess
Valentine – the mistress whom he worshiped and adored with a depth and
intensity beyond that of any other feelings he had ever had – was about to
auction him off to the highest bidder.
He was also astonished by the auction itself – an auction focusing
entirely on the sale of submissive males to serve as slaves to dominant
women. Those being placed on the auction block ranged dramatically in age,
from one rather frail 18-year-old boy through several men of retirement age.
The large audience consisted primarily of experienced dominant mistresses
-- but also included a sprinkling of women who would not have classified
themselves as mistresses but who had heard in some way about the auction and
were there either out of curiosity or because of a desire to obtain a
submissive male as a slave or servant. The latter group, for example,
included a number of lesbian couples for whom the idea of having a
well-trained male slave seemed the perfect solution to the “it’s so hard to
get good domestic help these days” problem, a group of stewardess friends
who shared an apartment and were in desperate need of an inexpensive servant
to do all the daily chores and errands that were so difficult for them to
get done on their hectic schedules, and girls from three different
sororities from a local college who had come primarily out of curiosity but
who were now thinking seriously about purchasing a slave to work in their
sorority houses.
He was extremely nervous as the moment when his turn to take the stage –
and to be literally placed on the auction block – approached. The fact that
he would soon be sent away by his adored Goddess had been causing him
intense distress for weeks, and he still did not fully understand why his
Goddess had made the decision to sell him – except that it had seemed to be
her policy to keep individual slaves for only a limited time – long enough
to break them to her will, to train them in proper submissive service, and
to drain them of their financial assets – and then to sell them so that she
could derive the maximum financial benefit from her training of each of
them. Bobbie was also extremely anxious about the auction itself. Would
people bid enough for him to please his Goddess? As distraught as he was by
the realization that his days of serving Her Perfect Self were about to end,
he still hoped that he would at least be able to bring in enough money to
make his mistress pleased with him this one final time.
And then – his moment arrived. Goddess Valentine led Bobbie onto the stage.
He was naked, of course, except for the collar and chastity that Valentine
demanded that all her slaves wear at all times. Although it was not cold in
the room, he could not stop shivering, and his forehead and palms were damp
with the sweat of anxious anticipation. When they reached the auction
block, Valentine took the leash off his collar, and pointed to the floor.
He immediately dropped to his knees at the spot indicated, and began to kiss
the tips of her high heeled sandals. Goddess Valentine smiled. He had
always been one of the most obedient and hardest working of all the slaves
that she had trained. He was also young and strong and quite good-looking.
She was confident he would go for a substantial price.
“Up” she said – and Bobbie immediately stood and stepped onto the auction
block. The spotlights shining on him made it difficult to see the audience,
but he could hear the sounds of chatter and the murmur of comments of
approval from the assembled group of bidding females – comments that made
Goddess Valentine even more certain that he would fetch one of the highest
prices in the entire sale.
“A number of you have purchased slaves from me before” she said to the group
– some of whom had come forward to inspect Bobbie more closely – “And I can
guarantee that this young man is one of the besst-trained, most submissive,
and hardest working slaves I have ever produced. He will not disappoint you
– no matter how demanding you might be. So – what am I bid for this fine
young slave? Shall we start the bidding at — $5,000? YES – I hear $5,000.
Will someone bid $6,000?”
Bobbie felt somewhat faint as the bidding on him continued, and his reeling
mind could barely concentrate enough to follow its upward trajectory.
Finally, though, all was quiet, and he heard his Goddess announce the final
bid – a new record for the auction. He could see that Goddess Valentine
was very pleased. As she reattached the leash to his collar, she smiled at
him. “Good boy, Bobbie” she said. “You have, once again, and for one final
time, made your Goddess very very happy.” And then she handed the leash to
the woman who had made the winning bid.
