Message-ID: <35582asstr$1015485012@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@newsread2.prod.itd.earthlink.net> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail Reply-To: "Mister <Z> Hisself" <leazott@earthlink.net> From: "Mister <Z> Hisself" <leazott@earthlink.net> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2919.6600 X-Original-Message-ID: <mVrh8.40108$ZC3.3170038@newsread2.prod.itd.earthlink.net> NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 06 Mar 2002 08:58:58 PST X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 06 Mar 2002 16:58:58 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Debi's Tale - Chapter 18 Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2002 02:10:12 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/35582> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, hecate 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. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 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. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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