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Subject: {ASSM} Debi's Tale - Chapter 18
Date: Thu,  7 Mar 2002 02:10:12 -0500
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Greetings, from the sordid data banks of Mister 
<Z> Hisself.  The following story is, as always, 
my property.  Read it.  Enjoy it.  Pass it 
around (if you feel the need).  But please DO 
NOT change the text.  It took me long enough to 
get it to this stage, and changing it will only 
tend to tick me off.

Also, as you're reading it, please.try to keep 
you're hands out of you're pants (or panties, 
should that apply).  Of course, you won't be 
able to, but at least try.  I dare you.

If you feel the urge to comment on the story, 
feel free to do so by sending your comments to 
leazott@earthlink.net and let me hear what you 
have to say.

All comments are welcome.naturally.

Ok then.  Here we go.  One More Time.

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Chapter 18 - For Sale - Slightly Used

Once we had finished with her spankings, 
orgasms, and humiliations, I announced that her 
slave training was complete and highly 
successful.  She had performed all that was 
asked of her and she was now ready to go out 
into the real world to assist any of the group 
with their own personal needs.  When I said 
this, I wondered again what Debi was thinking.  
She was not expecting this that's for sure.

So, as she continued to stand before us with her 
cunt and ass still on fire by the dildo's, we 
had a discussion about who would have use of her 
first.  I announced that I had made up my mind, 
and decided to have an auction and actually sell 
her to the highest bidder.  Now...we all knew 
that no actual money would change hands, but 
Debi didn't know that...and didn't have to.  All 
she needed to hear was that she was now on the 
auction block, and was about to be sold as a 
common slave!

Everyone wanted to have her as his or her own 
slave, quite badly, but they all couldn't use 
her at once.  Each would be allowed to use Debi 
for 48 hours, in any way that they so desired, 
with one day off in between for her to rest.  So 
the impromptu auction began.  I ordered Debi to 
pose in seductive ways while the bidding was 
going on, and if she didn't do as she was told, 
Roger would take his monster and do her in the 
ass, full length.  She began posing immediately, 
and the bidding proceeded with Jenny making an 
opening bid of 10>.

We laughed at Debi's expense, but the bidding 
quickly grew hot and heavy.  Finally (as we had 
secretly planned), Wanda bid $500 to use Debi 
for the 48 hour period.  After all, if it hadn't 
been for Wanda, we would not have enjoyed our 
party as much.  "SOLD!", I yelled, and everyone 
applauded loudly.

Wanda stood up, walked over to Debi, removed her 
hood and gag, and lifted her face by the chin.  
Her face was streaked heavily from the tears she 
had shed during her four-hour ordeal.  Wanda 
planted a full-mouthed probing kiss on Debi, and 
Debi kissed her back just as firmly.

Wanda pulled away and looked firmly into her 
crystal blue eyes and said, "Now you listen to 
me, slave.  For the next two full days you are 
mine!  You belong to me.  Everything you own 
belongs to me.

"I will use it, and you, as I see fit, and you 
will comply with my rules of conduct while I own 
you.  I do not except second best from any whore 
I own.  I will not put up with any back talk or 
mistakes of any kind whatsoever.  I will dress 
you in whatever I desire you to wear, and you 
will gladly accept those rags and wear them as 
directed...in public or at my home.

"I will feed you whatever I please, or whenever 
I remember.  When I feed you, you will eat 
everything given to you, and then lick your 
plate clean.  If you waste my food and fail to 
lick your plate, you will be punished severely.  
If you fail to obey me at any time you will be 
punished severely.  If you forget to do as you 
have been told you will be punished severely!

"If you disobey me in public, you will be 
punished openly...and in public.  When you are 
with me in public, everyone will know that you 
are owned and that you are my sex slave.  You 
will have no say in any matter when you are mine 
to own."

Wanda turned from her angry demands, and I could 
see that Debi was visibly shaking in fear.  Her 
eyes watered again, and she was on the verge of 
tears, but Wanda could have cared less.  As 
Wanda walked away from Debi, she winked at me, 
and then spun around to face Debi once again, 
scaring her and causing her to start in fear.

"Just remember!  I paid good money for you, 
cunt.  I had better get every fucking dime's use 
of you while I own you and this house.  It's a 
pretty little house, and I want it kept 
sparkling clean at all times!  Do you fucking 
understand me, or am I talking to myself!!??"

Debi nodded quickly, replying "Yes Mistress!".  
Her tears fell down as raindrops upon her 
already cum-stained, heaving breasts.

Wanda turned back to face us, and there were 
mumblings that ranged from "Whew!  Poor bitch!" 
to "I'm sure glad I'm not going to be her for 
the next two days!  I'd certainly hate to have 
Wanda as my Mistress!"  Wanda grinned at us, not 
allowing Debi to see it.

We drew names out of the hat to see who would 
have her next, and so on.  Debi's life was now 
firmly under control.  She would be switched 
between new owners every two days, and that 
person would take complete control over what she 
did as a slave.  Debi no longer had a say in her 
own life.

That is, except one.  I made it plain to Debi, 
after all the rules and guidelines had been set 
for her behavior as a sex slave, that she could 
end her sexual servitude at any time she so 
desired.  It was my rule, but everyone agreed.  
This would be her only saving grace, should she 
feel that things were going bad for her.

If Debi felt that she no longer needed or wanted 
to be a slave, she was allowed to use a 
carefully chosen phrase.  The phrase was "I wish 
to renounce my role as slave".  Should she speak 
that phrase to any future Mistress or Master, at 
any future time or place, she would be allowed 
to return to her own life and do as she so 
pleased, immediately.  No questions asked.

Then I asked her point blank, in front of 
everyone.  "Do you wish to continue your 
position as sex slave, to be used as any Master 
or Mistress so desires, or do you wish to end it 
now, wishing to be released from any slave 
duties whatsoever?"  You may feel free to answer 
me in any way you desire.

She looked at all the folks, and thought about 
all she had been through that evening.  Then, 
with both dildo's still raging inside of her, 
she asked to have her hands freed.  I freed 
them, and she lifted her arms to wrap them 
around my neck tightly.

She pulled me tightly to her nakedness, kissed 
me passionately and said "Master...look around 
you.  How can I possibly give up the best thing 
that has happened to me since I was born?  
Tonight was a very special night for me.  I have 
experienced many different feelings, and every 
one of them have been new for me.  I am 
intoxicated with the thought of serving, 
sexually and otherwise, any Master or Mistress 
who would have me as their personal slave."

As her crystal blue eyes bore into me I saw 
tears beginning to streak from the corners.  She 
continued, "I stand before you a changed woman.  
I never knew I could feel so passionate and 
sexual for another person, much less a lot of 
others.  I never understood what sex was really 
about until tonight.  The slave issue is but 
icing on the cake for me.

"When you first asked me if I wanted to be a 
slave to you, I thought we would have a little 
fun and call it a night.  Then you took control 
over my life and things changed, inside, for me.  
Now I feel more open than I ever have.  I am so 
very willing to continue my role as slave.  
Moreover, I think I need to have it.  It's like 
a drug.  The feeling I have had tonight, my 
first night, can never be made to happen again 
for me, like this time.  If only you knew how I 
felt inside.

"It's not a question of whether I want to 
continue or not.  Not at this time in my life.  
The question is, will there be a Master or 
Mistress willing to take care of my needs, even 
if they are only slave needs?  Will I feel safe 
even when being used by others?  That's what I 
need.  Tonight I felt safe, even with all that 
happened.  I don't fear my future."

She was crying openly now, as were a few others 
of us.  She kissed me again, sweetly and 
passionately.  I felt her personal and sexual 
need pressed against me.  She then removed her 
arms from around my neck and turned to face the 
others.  Smiling, she lowered her eyes to the 
floor and knelt before them in the same position 
as she had been when they first saw her.  She 
exposed herself nicely and we all knew she 
wanted to continue as our sex slave.

I said, "You have learned well, and faster than 
I had expected.  Your performance tonight was 
excellent, but that is my own opinion.  Each of 
your new Masters and Mistresses will have their 
own feeling towards that matter, and all future 
matters concerning you.  Serve them well, my 
sweet, and you will be treated to many, many 
surprises in the future.  Depend on it."

She was on her own now, in an entirely new role 
in her life.  It was totally up to her how she 
lived it, but I did leave her one chance to get 
out.  It may have been something that another 
Master wouldn't have done, but if only to serve 
my conscience, I allowed her that one gift.  
That was over nine years ago.  She continues to 
perform her duties well, and has grown even more 
beautiful through the years.  As yet, she has 
not taken her freedom.

Life is good for Debi.


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