She told herself she had chosen this life and had done so willingly. There was a nagging feeling that Fia had that told her she had no choice in the matter. She was an object of amusement and pleasure for the members of the club.
She liked having sex in front of audiences. She liked it when men came on her face to the delight of the audience. She liked eating out other women—slave and owner alike—and making them cum. She liked having her ass penetrated with all manner of things: cocks, dildos, plugs, fingers, and anything else that amused her owners.
The feeling of clothes on her skin was foreign and unwanted. However, to not have a collar around her neck felt wrong. Mrs. Stafford didn’t add any additional piercings to her body, but did permanently string a chain between her nipples. The rings through her nipples were permanently sealed with a cold solder. A new tag added to the CBR through her clitoral hood showing her as belonging to the Staffords.
The tattoo on her buttock was reworked by a truly talented artist turning Solange’s name into a crest that had been part of the Stafford family for generations. Mrs. Stafford was initially displeased with her prized possession having a flaw but eventually decided it was acceptable. Fia had one minor flaw and that only heightened her beauty and perfection.
She wasn’t abused. She wasn’t harmed. Mrs. Stafford trained her well to respond to the cane. Eventually Fia grew to love the kisses of pain the cane gave her. Her sexual behavior wasn’t curbed; it was celebrated. Mrs. Stafford loved to watch her husband have sex in all manner with Fia. The owner loved to see her husband sucked off by Fia so that she could then use a strap-on on his asshole.
Very rarely would Mrs. Stafford have sex with Fia, either alone or with an audience. Fia enjoyed sex with Mrs. Stafford and started to regard it as a treat. That made her realize how much her owner was controlling her.
She didn’t mind at all.
Calls to her mother were always allowed. They weren’t even monitored. Fia had no intention of wrecking her perfect slave life. In discussion with Mrs. Stafford it was agreed she should visit her mother once a month, just to keep up appearances. No one else cared about Fia as long as she continued to make her art, which was either by commission to her online audience or was sold immediately to members of the club. As an artist she was doing fine professionally.
Trips to the club weren’t exactly frequent but often enough to satisfy Fia. She would be decoration for the Staffords or would be told to put on a show on the stage. Usually it was just sex, but sometimes sex with a large group, sometimes with just women, sometimes as the center of attention for lusty men. Whatever the parameters, Fia was happy to indulge.
It was on one of these outings to the club that she was bound to a frame and anyone who desired could use her. Her mouth and pussy and ass were all well penetrated. She had cum dripping out of both lower orifices and she had swallowed more than she had ever before in the course of one night.
The voice of God came over the speakers. “We have a special auction tonight. The renown slave Bianca is up for sale. This will be a special one year contract. The Staffords are going on yearlong tour of the world and bringing a slave along is just…problematic.” There were titters in the audience. “She’s a healthy slut as most of you already know.”
As soon as these words were uttered Fia’s frame was lifted and moved by several attendants. In short order she was brought up on stage. This was unexpected but she didn’t mind. A special auction was a good thing.
Those interested started the bidding and it quickly became fierce. The stage lights made it impossible for her to see those bidding and the music playing obscured the voices. The voice of God announced the bids and Fia realized that once again she was going to be sold for a record amount of money.
The final bid was cast and Fia was once again sold.
Her new owner came forward. He had a cane in his hand and a fierce grin on his face.
“Once more you are mine, my sweet,” said George right before he struck her between the legs, catching her clit with the instrument, causing her to gasp and welcome what was to come.
END