His Submissive Forever ~R~ (DISCONTINUED)

~Chapter 1~

I wake up in the morning automatically. I was so used to waking up before sunrise, that it feels like my brain has an alarm clock. I stretch my limbs and make my bed. I glance one last time at my shared room that I had liven in for 10 long years. Yesterday was my birthday, 16th to be exact and today was going to the 'The Auction Theatre', where girls are auctioned off to Doms and Dommes or Masters and Mistresses. Whichever one you prefer. I like Masters and Mistresses better.

I walk out the room, Fiona - my roommate behind me. She is blonde, busty, curvy, petite and very, very beautiful. She turned 16 two weeks ago but since 'they' have the auctions once a month, she is also being sold off today.

I am a brunette, olive skin, emerald eyes, full lips, average height, C-cup breasts, flat stomach - due to daily exercises, long tan legs and average butt.

We're both wearing a black tight dress, with red lace push-up bra and thong, garter belt connected to black thigh-high tights with black stilettos.

We arrive at the dining room to the usual hustling and bustling. The BDSM school I live in is different to other schools as I'm told. Other schools treat the students (submissive) like sh*t, with crappy glop for breakfast lunch and dinner! rags for clothes and are whipped for hours on end with a whip then left in a cold, empty room naked. But in my school, we are treated well, good food, nice clothing, clean environment, nice teachers, not to brutal punishments and we are even taught to read and write!

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<After breakfast and lunch>

I am taken to a room to get ready for the auction. The man trims my already waxed face and ties my hair to a hasty ponytail before working on my make-up. My chair is back-facing the mirror so I couldn't see my face. After a while he puts away the make-up and starts styling my hair. No words are exchanged. He piles my hair on top of my head and sprays a lot of hairspray.

"Don't mess up your hair and make-up. Okay?" His voice sounds sweet but determined. He leaves and a women comes in.

She hands me a strapless red and black polka dot corset with lace around the edges and a black bow in the middle of the cups, a red ruffled panties also with a polka dot design and bow. The corset is connected to a thigh-high black tights. Once I out on the outfit and come out of the changing room, she hands me red polka dot flats. Submissives aren't allowed to wear high heels, as some people think it makes us look powerful, which is the exact opposite of what we are. We are Submissives, sold for the Doms and Dommes pleasure.

I finally look at the mirror and what I see looks normal on me. The only things I gawp at are my hair and make-up. Fiona and me suck at it so we just tie our hair in a messy bun, put on some concealer and mascara and we are done.

"Come this way." The lady gestures at the door and follows me out of the room. Fiona is also coming out of the room next door. We raise our eyebrows at each other. She is wearing the exact same thing as me, just in a light blue, to compliment her hair color.

"We look like hookers." Fiona comments.

"But then again, we are in a way." She nods in agreement at my reply. Suddenly the principle of the school waves us over the the curtain behind the stage.

As I walk past the stage I catch a glance at the crowd. My mouths opens a little. There must be at least 400 people out there! Fiona and I make it to the principle and the group of girls there.

"Now, in a few minutes the auction will start, when you here your name, proceed up the stairs," The principle points to the stairs beside the stage. "And onto the stage. You then do your 2 minutes acts and the bidding starts."

All of us girls nod in response. The the past few months we had been given a task, whether it was dancing, pole-dancing, touching yourself or showing your flexibility, it had to be done in 2 minutes, no more, no less.

The principle nods at us and leaves with a, "Good Luck."

Suddenly the crowd outside applauses. The whole theatre fills up with the announcers voice.

"Welcome dominants to 'The Auction Theatre' where today we will be auctioning off 12 of our beautiful, trained Submissives!" The theatre echoes with claps.

"First off, we have Layla Singh! A fine, Indian woman with amazing flexibility as she was a gymnast before we got her at the age of 8!" A dark-skinned girl from the group takes a deep breath before walking onto the stage.

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After 1 and 1/2 hours I finally hear my name. Fiona was before me and auctioned off for $250,000, a good amount of money. It was kind of hard seeing her leave as I had known her for more that half of my life, but what could I do about it?

"Please welcome the lovely, brunette, Clary Everett onto the stage!" I calm down my breathing and walk towards the stage.

It's time.

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