53: Selling Myself at Auction

I’ve actually sold myself off at the end of a lot of the ‘slave auctions’ I worked. This adventure was the second time I’d done so.

As part of the auction, I’ll often have a flogger with me and be flogging a few of the people that go up. It’s entirely optional, but for a lot of them it’s part of the fun. Many of them it’s their first time being flogged. Also lets me show off my topping, which I always enjoy.

Contrary to what folks who’ve only seen one might think, a proper flogging is a heavenly experience that’s more like the world’s best back massage and leaves you with an endorphin high. It doesn’t hurt at all.

So it’s been about 2 hours, the usual auction length, and we’re wrapping up. As is typical at this venue, the last one to go up on the block is myself. Seems fair since I’ve spent the evening selling everyone else. Plus its all to raise money for charity, so I do what I can to help.

When the gavel drops, I find myself the new property of two women, one in her 20s and one looking more of 40-50s. As we walk off, I ask them what they’d like to do. They shyly ask me if I’d be willing to flog the younger one in their hotel room. She’s never had a flogging, but really wants one. She’d like me to be her first. I’m flattered.

Normally the auction rules limit the use of a sold person to in-public, so nothing untoward or sexual happens. But I don’t feel threatened by these two, and it’s far easier and safer to do a flogging in a hotel room. Plus a lot more comfortable for them to do in private I’m sure.

So I agree.

We go back to their room, and the younger one lays down, and gets comfortable. I take off her bra, so I’m not hammering the metal clasp into her spine, as that’s never fun. The older one is just standing off to one side to watch. I assume mostly there for the comfort and safety of her friend, and to be sure I don’t try anything ungentlemanly.

It takes about 30-45 minutes to do a proper job, and I take my time to make sure my temporary owner is getting their money’s worth. At the end, the girl is wet and melty and very, very happy. Her back is a beautiful light pink and warm to the touch, and she’s floating on so many endorphins, she’s basically got a powerful “runner’s high” going.

At this point I’m done, and two pieces of information are revealed to me.

1. The other woman is her mother, not her friend.
2. And she’d like to go next, pretty please.

“Sure, I’ve got time. Lose the shirt.”

Left them both happy and warm. A good time for all.