CHAPTER 2: The Virgin Auctioned, Part 2
The hammer hovers then bangs down. “Sold! Number 247. Charlotte. Come down to the office please,” says the auctioneer. Once I am inside, he says, “Please read the sale document aloud and then sign it.”
I read the document. I agree that I am selling myself for the period of one week, to include the sale of my virginity. I certify that I am a virgin and “clean”. I accept that I am agreeing to anything required of me by my Master that does not result in permanent injury to me... It goes on. I read it aloud, demonstrating that I know exactly what I am agreeing to.
Who is my new Master?
A man pushes out of the crowd and passes a credit card to the auctioneer. A minute later he has keyed in a PIN. The auctioneer clips a lead to the collar on my neck and passes it to the man.
He is tall and quite good-looking in a severe sort of way. Dressed in a white shirt, black pants and a hip-length leather jacket, his clothes look expensive but restrained. Dark, but silvering, hair frames a tanned face and deep brown eyes.
His eyes smile as he looks at me, but his mouth does not. “Nice to meet you Charlotte. I’m your new Master for the week.”
“Nice to meet you too,” I mumble, my nerves returning big-time.
“Nice to meet you, Master,” he says, tugging sharply at the leash.
“Sorry, Master. Nice to meet you, Master.”
“That’s better. Now come with me. We’re going to have a little chat.”
He leads me to an anteroom to the auction chamber. It seems to be a storage room for the more usual kind of auction, furniture stacked everywhere, pictures and ornaments, bric-a-brac, the left-overs of the lives of people who have moved on. My Master sits on an antique chair, dark wood intricately carved, gleaming gold in reflected sunlight, and smelling of beeswax.
He is still holding my leash and looks me up and down carefully from where he sits. “Don’t worry,” he says. “I’ll let you put some clothes on before we go. But right now, I’m enjoying the view.”
I am lost for words and just nod, standing awkwardly under the gaze of my Master.
“On your knees, Charlotte,” he says. I obey, trying not to graze my knees on the stone flag floor.
Looking me straight in the face, he says, “Are you really a virgin, Charlotte?”
I nod dumbly.
“Is Charlotte your real name?”
Shake head.
“No of course not. But for the avoidance of doubt for you, the auction house knows exactly who I am.” He laughs. “If nothing else, they have my credit card details.”
Looking down at me, he tilts his head. “You are, how old? Twenty-two, was it?”
I nod.
“It’s not easy to be a twenty-two-year-old virgin these days. How did you manage it?”
“I got married. But he didn’t love me. I found out later that he’d only got married to please his parents... He…he didn’t like girls… On our wedding night, he wouldn’t...” I run out of words.
My Master sucks in his cheeks. “Not a good start to life, I have to agree. So, after the failure of this miserable marriage…?”
“I didn’t have anything. I didn’t know what to do. I want to go to college, but that needs a lot of money and my parents can’t afford to help, so...”
“So, you decided to sell the assets you have, to the highest bidder to fund your way through college?”
“Yes.”
He leans forward, sliding a finger down the side of my face to my collar bone and down between my breasts. “A brave thing to do. I have to admire your guts, but it was astonishingly dangerous. You’re lucky to have me as your buyer. Men who play these sorts of games can have very...elaborate tastes in entertainment. I suspect you didn’t know what you were agreeing to when you signed that contract. I’m going to enjoy taking your cherry and I’ll test you to the edge with other games, believe me. But I won’t do anything that might hurt you, not permanently.”
I gulp at the thought of what this might mean. What is he suggesting?
“Tell me Charlotte. How much were you hoping to make out of this? That auction total was good, but it won’t get you through college.”
“I don’t really know. Just as much as possible.”
He pauses, obviously trying to choose his words. “The reason I am asking this Charlotte is that I have paid a very good price for you, but you could earn more if you are willing and if you have the nerve to carry it through.”
What does he mean? My mouth is dry and I simply wait for him to continue.
“Let me tell you a little about myself. You have done this because you dream of a better life. Good for you. I have dreams too. Perhaps fantasies is a better word... One of them is to have a young and beautiful girl kneeling naked in front of me.” He smiles down at me and I blush. “Another is...well, this is going to be your first time. They say that we all remember our first time and I suppose mine would have been about average. I was a young, incompetent fumbler, but an older woman did me a favour and guided me through. She made it good for me. I’ve always dreamed of being able to take a girl’s virginity and make her first time wonderful for her. Do you understand me?”
Feeling much reassured, “Mmm. That sounds…nice.”
“I’m glad you think so. Don’t worry. Your first time is going to be as good as I know how to make it for you… However…” He draws a deep breath. “There was a room full of men in there who would willingly pay to play other games with a girl like you: young, inexperienced, beautiful.”
My mouth is dry. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand...”
“I own you for a week, Charlotte. If you want to earn as much money as possible, then it doesn’t have to be just me. I have other fantasies than simply having your virginity. I’d like to share you with other men. Watch them with you. Let them watch me with you. Several of us sharing you. But...” He stabs a finger towards me. “Understand that I won’t do this without your agreement and without you being well-rewarded for it. I’m asking you now because while we are still here at the auction house, this could be arranged if it is what you want and are willing to do it.”
I am shaking now. “Can I have a few minutes to think about it?”
“Of course. That’s only fair. I will stress, if you agree to this, you will be tested to the limit, but you won’t be permanently hurt. I won’t let anything serious happen to you. I will be in control, and I will control what happens. It’s your choice.”
He stands. “I’m going to leave you alone for a while. Give you some space to think. I’ll be next door. Come through when you’re ready.”
He walks out, but then a moment later the door swings open again and he tosses something to me. “And put your clothes on Charlotte. I own you now, but you are in charge of what happens in the next few minutes.”
I get dressed, thinking hard. This could bring in enough to see me right through college. In truth, I know that I am not considering what to do. I have already decided. I am simply screwing up the courage to do it.