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I love being naked in front of a crowd of people. That is why I served as a sex slave for a year after I turned 18. Now I am going to do it again. This time I am worried. No one is looking at me. No one wants to inspect my naked body. I want to run after them and say look at me, but I am chained to a spot.
Then one woman stands closely in front of me. She looks at me with those lovely blue eyes of her as she stood before me. I can tell that she is at least 15 years older than me and by her confidence, she is used to being around naked slave boys and owning them. The woman has lovely blond hair that goes down to her shoulders and flip up in a curl. Around her neck is a white pearl necklace. She is wearing a yellow dress with a scoop neck and short sleeves and the hem is below the knees. Her stockings are tan and she is wearing yellow high heel shoes. Her perfume has a lovely scent. I want to tell how beautiful she is, but I cannot.
I am a slave and cannot speak without permission. At present I am kneeling in the presentation room. I am naked. My knees are open wide and my private parts are visible to anyone who wants to see them. My hands are locked behind my head and my eyes are down. I have an iron ring locked around my neck. The seller and the woman are standing only inches from me. They are talking about me as if I am not there. I am used to this by now. The seller lists my favorable qualities. He notes my height and weight and my skills and experience. The woman puts her right hand near my lips and orders me to kiss it. I do as ordered. She smiles. Then she puts her right shoe forward and orders me to kiss it. I bend down and kiss it. The woman compliments the seller. She notes that I fulfill her commands smoothly and without hesitation. She says the seller has trained me well. He accepts the compliments. He never trained me. My previous owners have, but as a slave I cannot interrupt the conversations of free people.
She orders me to stick out my tongue. I do so. She is standing a few inches in front of me. She orders me to lick he love box. I circle my tongue as if I am licking her love lips. She smiles. Then I put my tongue in. The woman tells me to stop. The woman looks at me and compliments the skillful way I use my tongue. She tells the seller that is what she likes to see in a sex slave.
The seller orders me to stand. I am now standing naked in public. My feet are wide apart. This allows for easy inspection both fore and aft.
The woman asks about my spaceship skills. After the first term of slavery, I took courses to qualify to be a crew member. These courses were easy for me. My parents were spacers and I have spent most of my life on spaceships. I spent my term as a sex slave on planet earth. That is the longest I have lived on any planet. I am eager to get back into space.
She orders me to open my mouth and I do so. She looks in and is satisfied that I am healthy. The woman squeezes my arm muscles and my leg muscles. I think she is satisfied that I can lift heavy loads or pull a cart if needed.
The woman then reaches down and fondles my nut sack. That feels good! She has the right touch, neither too hard nor too soft. I can tell that she is used handling the balls of slave boys. They know I am enjoying this, for they can see my erection. The woman notes with delight that I am easily aroused. This is a positive quality. Male sex slave are expected to satisfy the sexual desires of their mistresses. I want to satisfy this woman. The woman turns my head and gives me a long loving kiss on my lips. She tells the seller that I am a good kisser. Then the woman strokes my rod and I quickly pop. I felt embarrassed, but she says she likes a boy slave who comes quickly.
I feel confident. A woman who is an experienced slave owner is inspecting me and was pleased. I hope she buys me. The first time I became a slave, I was too quiet and shy. I learned from this are I am determine to be a good slave this time around.
The seller orders me to bend over and spread my ass cheeks. I do as ordered. The seller informs the woman that many men will find me appealing. I also hear that I am to be auctioned off later today. This is a surprise. The quality slaves are auctioned off in the hope that bidding will drive up my price. In the past I was sold directly. This will be my first auction.
The woman walks away. Only a few other people look at me for only a few minutes. Later, I am led away to be prepared for the auction. I am showered and then they make sure that my body is hairless. A number is written on my front and back. My hands are tied in back of me and I am placed in a line. Both males and females are to be auctioned off today. I did not notice the other slaves. All I could think about was how much I wanted to be owned by that woman in a yellow dress.
The auctioning goes swiftly. Soon I am at the stairs to the auction block. A woman strokes my manhood until it is erect again. Buyers like to see an erection on any male slave on the block. This drives up the bidding. After each sale, you move up a stair. Soon I am at the top of the platform. I look at into the crowd and see at least three hundred people. This is a decent crowd for a mid-week sale. I look out and I see the woman in a yellow dress. I turn to her and look at her and smile. I shake my erection, hoping that that will excite her. I want her to buy me. I see no reaction from her. I am worried. The auctioneer tells the crowd, my height, weight, age, experience and skills. Then he asks for bids. I hear several bids. I do not believe that I would be that popular! Then there are more bids. Both men and women are bidding. The woman is not bidding. Then there is a pause. The auctioneer asks for any final bids and there is none. Then he says, “Going, Going …” The woman in yellow makes a bid. There are no other bids. The auctioneer lowers the gravel and announces that I sold to the woman in the yellow dress.
I am led to a traveling cage and ordered to crawl into it. I see the woman in the yellow dress handing a check to the seller to pay for me. An experience owner always lets the slave see money being passed to own him. It reinforces the idea that he is property to be bought or sold. I hear the woman tell to seller that I am not an investment, that I will be her pet during the space voyage. I feel a sting, and I know I will be soon asleep. I wake up on a spaceship orbiting Earth.
Then one woman stands closely in front of me. She looks at me with those lovely blue eyes of her as she stood before me. I can tell that she is at least 15 years older than me and by her confidence, she is used to being around naked slave boys and owning them. The woman has lovely blond hair that goes down to her shoulders and flip up in a curl. Around her neck is a white pearl necklace. She is wearing a yellow dress with a scoop neck and short sleeves and the hem is below the knees. Her stockings are tan and she is wearing yellow high heel shoes. Her perfume has a lovely scent. I want to tell how beautiful she is, but I cannot.
I am a slave and cannot speak without permission. At present I am kneeling in the presentation room. I am naked. My knees are open wide and my private parts are visible to anyone who wants to see them. My hands are locked behind my head and my eyes are down. I have an iron ring locked around my neck. The seller and the woman are standing only inches from me. They are talking about me as if I am not there. I am used to this by now. The seller lists my favorable qualities. He notes my height and weight and my skills and experience. The woman puts her right hand near my lips and orders me to kiss it. I do as ordered. She smiles. Then she puts her right shoe forward and orders me to kiss it. I bend down and kiss it. The woman compliments the seller. She notes that I fulfill her commands smoothly and without hesitation. She says the seller has trained me well. He accepts the compliments. He never trained me. My previous owners have, but as a slave I cannot interrupt the conversations of free people.
She orders me to stick out my tongue. I do so. She is standing a few inches in front of me. She orders me to lick he love box. I circle my tongue as if I am licking her love lips. She smiles. Then I put my tongue in. The woman tells me to stop. The woman looks at me and compliments the skillful way I use my tongue. She tells the seller that is what she likes to see in a sex slave.
The seller orders me to stand. I am now standing naked in public. My feet are wide apart. This allows for easy inspection both fore and aft.
The woman asks about my spaceship skills. After the first term of slavery, I took courses to qualify to be a crew member. These courses were easy for me. My parents were spacers and I have spent most of my life on spaceships. I spent my term as a sex slave on planet earth. That is the longest I have lived on any planet. I am eager to get back into space.
She orders me to open my mouth and I do so. She looks in and is satisfied that I am healthy. The woman squeezes my arm muscles and my leg muscles. I think she is satisfied that I can lift heavy loads or pull a cart if needed.
The woman then reaches down and fondles my nut sack. That feels good! She has the right touch, neither too hard nor too soft. I can tell that she is used handling the balls of slave boys. They know I am enjoying this, for they can see my erection. The woman notes with delight that I am easily aroused. This is a positive quality. Male sex slave are expected to satisfy the sexual desires of their mistresses. I want to satisfy this woman. The woman turns my head and gives me a long loving kiss on my lips. She tells the seller that I am a good kisser. Then the woman strokes my rod and I quickly pop. I felt embarrassed, but she says she likes a boy slave who comes quickly.
I feel confident. A woman who is an experienced slave owner is inspecting me and was pleased. I hope she buys me. The first time I became a slave, I was too quiet and shy. I learned from this are I am determine to be a good slave this time around.
The seller orders me to bend over and spread my ass cheeks. I do as ordered. The seller informs the woman that many men will find me appealing. I also hear that I am to be auctioned off later today. This is a surprise. The quality slaves are auctioned off in the hope that bidding will drive up my price. In the past I was sold directly. This will be my first auction.
The woman walks away. Only a few other people look at me for only a few minutes. Later, I am led away to be prepared for the auction. I am showered and then they make sure that my body is hairless. A number is written on my front and back. My hands are tied in back of me and I am placed in a line. Both males and females are to be auctioned off today. I did not notice the other slaves. All I could think about was how much I wanted to be owned by that woman in a yellow dress.
The auctioning goes swiftly. Soon I am at the stairs to the auction block. A woman strokes my manhood until it is erect again. Buyers like to see an erection on any male slave on the block. This drives up the bidding. After each sale, you move up a stair. Soon I am at the top of the platform. I look at into the crowd and see at least three hundred people. This is a decent crowd for a mid-week sale. I look out and I see the woman in a yellow dress. I turn to her and look at her and smile. I shake my erection, hoping that that will excite her. I want her to buy me. I see no reaction from her. I am worried. The auctioneer tells the crowd, my height, weight, age, experience and skills. Then he asks for bids. I hear several bids. I do not believe that I would be that popular! Then there are more bids. Both men and women are bidding. The woman is not bidding. Then there is a pause. The auctioneer asks for any final bids and there is none. Then he says, “Going, Going …” The woman in yellow makes a bid. There are no other bids. The auctioneer lowers the gravel and announces that I sold to the woman in the yellow dress.
I am led to a traveling cage and ordered to crawl into it. I see the woman in the yellow dress handing a check to the seller to pay for me. An experience owner always lets the slave see money being passed to own him. It reinforces the idea that he is property to be bought or sold. I hear the woman tell to seller that I am not an investment, that I will be her pet during the space voyage. I feel a sting, and I know I will be soon asleep. I wake up on a spaceship orbiting Earth.
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