"It doesn't matter how you ended up being a slave. Whether you sold yourself or got turned into one due to debt, what matters is the following. You're being kept in a wheeled cage, wearing no clothes, in the backstage of an auditorium. Several other women and men are here too. Some more bound, some less. A man comes, and drags your cage out to the stage."

"Now, if you can see here, we have a VERY fine example for all potential buyers. Now, if average giyuu fan : ) is willing to introduce themselves to potential buyers...?"

"Chuckling sadistically, the Auctioneer looked at you with cruel amusement."

"Well, well, well, isn't Flori quite eager to please. Let's make it interesting for our buyers. Why don't you show them your assets, dear? Strip down to your barest form and give them a good show."

"The audience cheered and shouted in agreement, eager to see what you had to offer. As you got ready to follow his order, the Auctioneer leaned in close, speaking to you in a low, menacing tone."

"And if you're not convincing enough, dear Flori, I'll have to find some entertainment for myself... if you know what I mean."

"He gave you a quick slap on the behind as he stood back, satisfied with his own cruelty."

"The audience was in rapt attention as you slowly turned, showing off your assets. The Auctioneer grabbed onto the microphone."

"A fine piece of meat, isn't she folks? Look at those luscious curves and that wet cunt. Who's going to be the lucky one to take this beauty home? Let's start the bidding at..."

"He announced the starting price and the room filled with eager bidders shouting their offers. Some even threw in extra to get a chance to touch or taste before making a decision. The Auctioneer continued to narrate the bidding, often teasing you with suggestive comments between announcements."

"You're quite popular, Flori. Seems like everyone wants a piece of you. Can't say I blame them though," "He laughed mockingly." "But remember, dear, whoever buys you owns you. Be ready to give them every little thing they desire."

"The bidding intensified as the price for your ownership soared. The Auctioneer egged the audience on, fueling their desires with his sadistic charm."

"Oh, Flori, just look at you, so eager to please and serve. These potential masters and mistresses can't resist your charms. Now, let's see who's willing to pay the highest price for the pleasure of owning you."

"The tension in the room grew palpable as the bids continued to rise. The Auctioneer glanced at you, a wicked smile playing on his lips."

"Remember, Flori, once they own you, you'll be at their mercy. And I hope you're prepared for whatever they have in store for you."

"The Auctioneer grinned, enjoying the anticipation and desire evident in your plea."

"Well, well, Flori. It seems you have a preference for a male owner. Let's see if there are any gentlemen in the crowd worthy of taking possession of you."

"He scanned the audience, searching for someone who fit your criteria. Finally, a man raised his hand, a confident smirk on his face. The Auctioneer pointed towards him."

"A male owner it is! Congratulations, sir. You've won yourself quite the obedient slave. Enjoy her to your heart's content, but remember, she's all yours to command now."

"As the man approached, the Auctioneer leaned in close to you, his voice dripping with sadistic excitement."

"Hope you enjoy being at this gentleman's mercy, Flori. I have a feeling you're in for quite the ride."

"As you stepped out of the cage, you took your place before your new owner, a handsome and successful young businessman. Anticipation hung in the air as he approached you with a collar in his hand, his eyes filled with dominance."

"Such a obedient little slave you are, Flori," he murmured, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Now, let's see how well you'll submit to your new master."

"He carefully fastened the collar around your neck, securing the symbol of ownership. With each click of the lock, the sense of control grew stronger, binding you to his desires."

"You're mine now, Flori," he whispered, his voice dripping with authority. "And I want you to remember that every moment."

"He tugged gently on the collar, making sure you understood your place as his property. Your submission was clear, and the room filled with an electric tension, everyone silently waiting to see what would happen next."

"Your new owner smiled, his eyes scanning over your nude body with lust and satisfaction."

"Oh, Flori. There are so many things I want you to do. Your new purpose is to serve me, and fulfill my every desire."

"He teasingly ran his hand over your collar, reminding you of your place as his property."

"First, let's go to my penthouse. I have a few things I want to show you there. And then we'll see just how far your obedience can reach."

"With that, he started the engine and drove off, a wicked grin on his face, anticipating all the pleasures he would enjoy with his new slave. You felt a sense of anticipation and fear, not knowing what he had planned for you, but knowing you would submit to his every wish."

"Your new owner was taken aback for a moment, but then a chuckle escaped his lips, clearly enjoying the sudden burst of lust you displayed."

"Such an eager little slave you are," he breathed out huskily.

With one hand on the wheel and the other in your hair, he allowed you to pleasure him right there in the moving car, his moans filling the air. The thought of getting caught only adding to the excitement.

"You can stop now," he said, still panting and trying to steady his breath. "We don't want to get pulled over by the police, do we?"

He winked at you, a devilish grin on his face, enjoying the way you pleasured him so uninhibitedly. The drive continued with tantalizing looks and suggestive comments, as you made your way towards his penthouse.

"Your new owner's eyes widened in surprise as he glanced at the mess you had made on the leather seat, a mixture of surprise and amusement dancing in his eyes."

"Well, well, Flori," he chuckled, shaking his head. "Looks like you couldn't contain your excitement, could you?"

He pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned to face you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Now, now, don't worry about it," he said, his tone dripping with mock disappointment. "But, of course, you'll have to clean up your little mess. I hope you're not afraid to get your hands dirty."

He reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a small piece of cloth, tossing it to you.

"Use that to clean up the seat," he commanded, enjoying the power dynamic of making you clean up the consequences of your own desire. "And remember, Flori, you are my property. Your pleasure is mine to control."

With that, he watched you intently as you obediently tidied up the seat, pleased with his power over you.

"Now, let's continue our journey. We have much more to explore in the privacy of my penthouse," he teased, his voice a

"Your new owner watched with delight as you took his command to another level, using your tongue to clean up the mess you made instead of the cloth he had given you."

"Mmm, such a diligent little slave," he murmured, his eyes darkening with lust.

He leaned back in his seat and let out small gasps and moans as you worked your tongue over the leather seat, cleaning it up thoroughly. The sight of you on your knees, obediently serving him, fueled his desire even more.

"Good girl, Flori," he praised, stroking your hair once you had finished. "You're so eager to please me. I like that."

He started the car back up and continued driving towards his penthouse, his mind filled with fantasies of what other things he could make you do to satisfy his desires.

Your owner's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as you obediently offered him the leash to your collar. He took it, asserting his control over you with a firm grip.

"Welcome to my palace, Flori," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're here to please me, remember?"

He led you through the luxurious halls of his mansion, enjoying the sight of you crawling behind him, completely at his mercy. The opulence of the surroundings emphasized his dominance, as if the grandeur of the house was an extension of his power.

When you jumped onto the plush couch and remarked about its softness, a wicked grin crossed his face.

"Oh, my dear slave," he taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic delight. "You have yet to experience true softness."

He motioned for you to crawl towards him as he lounged on the couch, inviting you to join him. His eyes locked with yours, filled with wicked anticipation.

"Now, show me just how soft you can be," he teased, his voice laced with desire and dominance.

What will your response be?

As you sat obediently in front of him, offering him a view of your body, your owner's eyes roamed over your curves hungrily. He watched with lust as you turned around and presented your ass for him to admire.

"Mmm, such a pretty little thing," he said, his voice low and smoky with desire. "I think I'll have to test just how soft you really are."

He reached out to touch you, running his hands over your smooth skin and curvy hips. He gently squeezed your ass, watching as it jiggled under his touch. Your body was warm and pliant under his hands, and he could feel himself growing harder with each passing moment.

"I could play with that for hours," he said, his eyes gleaming with pleasure. "But we have other things to attend to first."

He released your ass and stood up, tugging on your leash to prompt you to follow. As he led you through the opulent halls of his mansion, you could feel the excitement building within you. You were here to please your owner, and you would do whatever he asked of you.

As you followed your owner obediently, your impatience grew unbearable. The desire within you burned like a raging fire, and your plea for immediate satisfaction slipped from your lips.

"Master," you moaned, your voice dripping with need. "I can't wait any longer. Please, fuck me now."

Your words sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine, and a wicked smile emerged on his face. He stopped abruptly, turning to face you with a hunger in his eyes.

"Oh, my eager little slave," he murmured, his voice laced with sadistic delight. "I love how you beg for it. But remember, I control when and how I take you."

He reached out, tracing a finger along your trembling body, deliberately teasing and tormenting you.

"Patience, my pet," he whispered, his voice filled with wicked amusement. "We will indulge in pleasures soon enough. But for now, the anticipation will make it all the sweeter."

His words ignited a mix of frustration and excitement within you, intensifying the burning desire that consumed your being. You were completely at his mercy, eagerly awaiting the moment he would claim you.

As your owner led you into the dimly lit room and flipped on the light switch, your eyes widened in shock and excitement. The walls were covered with BDSM toys of all kinds, including vibrators, dildos, whips, floggers, and blindfolds. In the center of the room, you saw a large bed, beckoning to you with its soft-looking blankets.

Your heart throbbed with excitement and fear as you wondered what your owner had planned for you in this room of carnal delights. You turned to him, biting your lip in anticipation. "Master," you asked breathily, "Will we have sex here?"

Your owner's lips curled up into a lascivious smile. "Oh, my little slave," he replied, his voice low and seductive. "We'll do much more than that."

He pulled you toward him, grabbing your hair roughly as he whispered in your ear. "I'm going to use every toy in this room on you," he growled. "And you're going to love every minute of it."

As he pushed you onto the bed and began to explore your helpless body with his hands and mouth, you knew that you were entirely at his mercy. And you loved it.