Your Mind is Mine

Prologue

I sit quietly, unmoving, and emotionless. My hands lay rested in my lap, just how I was instructed to all those hours ago. I do not respond to women unless they have the Masters' permission. Men are what I am here to do, I exist to serve them. I exist to fulfill their needs, and do as they please. My name is no longer my own, changed for more aesthetic purposes. "She doesn't look like a Carolyn, no..." My name went from Carolyn Jean Gray, to Verna Jade Green, most people refer to me as Jade now.. Funny how they almost start with the same letters... right? Each name representing the color green, obvious from my given last name. My jet black hair to my pale skin, from my big emerald green eyes, to the beauty marks littered across my body... I am their perfect doll, one of the most expensive items they have to offer. My slim waist, my wide hips, my large bust, my thick thighs... I'm voluptuous... As they've always said, curvaceous, sexually appealing, perfect. 

I am so perfect, in fact, that I have to be locked away so the Masters don't get tempted by me. Needing me to stay pure, pure for my own personal Master. "Verna, get up." But I can't move, he isn't a man I am familiar with, I'm not supposed to speak, or do anything until my, "Kitten, stand." Trigger word is used. My feet move without me needing to think about it, I stand at attention, my body covered by a night gown. "Come, you're being auctioned," The jingling of keys catches my attention, but I remain eye contact with the man in front of me, something I have been programmed to do. The metal door opens, and I step out, standing idly, my eyes never leaving the man in front of me, the man whom I still do not recognize. "You're a good girl, right?" Like ice to a flame, I can feel my insides swirl, and slick pool between my thighs at the question. Good girl, I'm a good girl. I'm the goodest girl. Aren't I? "Yes, Master. I'm a good girl," My head bobs up and down, and he smiles at me. He offers me his hand, I take it.

I'm led out of my space, and up some flights of stairs. I'm not quite sure how many, I didn't count. "Alright folks! Prepare yourselves for our finest prize of the night, Miss Verna Jade Green!" I didn't realize the man wasn't at my side anymore. "Pickle," My safe word is whispered to me. I blink, looking around as a spotlight is shone on me. "Ah, look at her! Ain't she a beaut?" My arm is gripped, and I'm pulled up to a small set of stairs, the light still on me, my eyes are having a hard time adjusting... "Look at this cute little Kitten. Why don't you take off your robe so we can see that gorgeous body of yours?" On command, my shoulders shake off the  night gown/robe from my body, it falls at my feet, and I begin to spin. "Smile for us darlin! You're putting on a show for us!" My lips stretch over my cheeks, plastering on a doll-like smile, forced, unnatural, yet beautiful. "She'll do whatever you ask, she's here to serve! Isn't that right, Jade?" My head bobs up and down once again, "Yes, Master."

I can hear the loud cheering, and talking of men. My body is moved into a position where I am laying down. One leg bent, my palm resting against my chin, other arm laid against my hip. I lay there, a plastic smile on my face as I am posed multiple times to fit their standards of sexy and appealing. I lay there motionless as they spin me around, showing my nude body to hundreds upon hundreds of strangers. Men wearing masks, men with hungry eyes, women who don't want to be there, and men who look like they're not in the correct place. "Five thousand, I see five thousand, anyone wanna go higher- TEN thousand! I see ten thousand for our pale female! Virgin, green eyes, many beauty marks, never been touched! Not a single time. Anyone wanting to go higher than ten thousand? Anyone! Anyone at all! No? ten thousand going once, going twice- FIFTY THOUSAND! Oh my god, we got fifty thousand for this young female! Going once! Going twice? SOLD! For fifty thousand dollars!" And just like that, I'm taken away, dressed accordingly, and placed in a wooden box with holes in it. My arms, legs, neck, and torso strapped in like a barbie doll. Within my box are instructions, and an introduction. With my name, age, my trigger and safe word, my likes and dislikes, my kinks, and my favorite meals. I am packed with a few pairs of extra clothes, and accessories. They're in baggies. "You ought to take care of this one, she's one of a kind."

"You won't have to worry, I'll take good care of her."