At the end of the event, all were gathered on the lawn prior to departure. Dominants were dressed and slaves were mostly undressed. The host stood on the front steps of the mansion and thanked everyone for participating. The owners of the four performing slaves were especially thanked for putting on such wonderful entertainment, but the slaves themselves were never mentioned or thanked.
"Next week is our annual auction," he announced. "So bring your checkbooks and be thinking about which slaves you want to take home with you. This year, we will be limiting your take to two slaves apiece. Owners will need to submit limits lists upon arrival and buyers will need to agree to those terms for each slave purchased. This time, the term of enslavement with the temporary slaves will be one week. Have a great week and I'll see you next Saturday."
Charity glanced at Janice who seemed equally surprised about the prospect of an auction. Charity waited until they were in Janice's car before pursuing the matter. "What's with an auction, Mistress?"
"I don't know, little one," replied Janice, reaching over to give Charity's breast a reassuring squeeze. Charity generally rode naked in the car but usually had a long shirt nearby just in case. "It sounds as if some of the slaves will be sold next week. But it also sounds like it's just a temporary thing. They talked about the term being one week. Would you like to be sold?"
"I love you, Mistress," replied Charity. "I can't imagine having someone else as my owner."
"I love you too, pet. But what if I chose to enter you in the auction?"
"I would probably be sad," replied Charity. "But I would not resist. My body is your property to do with as you please."
"Yes it is, dear," nodded Janice.
Janice needed to learn two things in the upcoming week. She needed to learn more about the auction. And she needed to explore Charity's true reaction to it. She suspected that, deep down, her slavegirl was thrilled at the prospect of standing on the auction block.
Claire described the auctions as festive affairs and ones that everyone looked forward to. It was a chance to give everyone a new experience and generally enhanced the slaves' ability to serve. She wasn't sure if that was because of the humbling effect of standing on the auction block as bids were being tossed about for them or if it was because of the slaves being exposed to new training. Typically, the terms of enslavement were much shorter than a week, so the temporary owners had to intensify the training. Claire could not remember an auction for a week of enslavement but she thought that was a good thing. She only wished that she had a slave to enter, but unfortunately, she was between slaves.
There was always a surprise twist to each auction. At one auction, the slaves were completely concealed from the waist up and the upper thighs down. The buyers could tell if they were bidding on a male or a female and, if the slave had not been shaved, then they might recognize a hair color. But most were shaved, so there were very few clues.
At another auction, the slaves were clothed and the dominants were naked. She said that one was hysterical. It was outrageously funny to watch as the dominants went from uncomfortably trying to cover themselves to eventually pawing and groping each other as the sale progressed. At yet another auction, the slaves did the bidding to determine which dominant would own them for the weekend.
When checking into the event, each dominant had to submit a limits sheet for his or her slave. And each dominant had to sign a form agreeing to whatever the surprise was. "But it's all in good fun. And besides, all of the proceeds go to charity."
Then she laughed. Not your Charity. Oh, but that reminds me. Be sure you think through the limits list. That will be law."
Janice spent a lot of time with her slave that week. She still had Charity service her frequently, but she also spent a lot of time chatting with the girl to try to understand her feelings about the upcoming weekend.
"How do your characters feel when they are sold?" asked Janice. Charity was the author of many erotic stories involving female slaves. After her own enslavement, she had shared those stories with her aunt. She did not know that her aunt had previously discovered the stories and that it was that discovery that led to Charity's own enslavement.
"They are terrified and aroused and proud, all at the same time," replied Charity.
"Explain," said Janice as she ran her fingers from Charity's sex to her breasts and back.
"They are terrified because they could end up with horrible owners. They are aroused because standing naked and for sale in front of a crowd of people is very sexual. I have pictured myself like that and I always get aroused. And they are proud when they hear the prices that people are willing to pay to own them."
"I have not read any of your new stories, pet. Maybe we can read one together tonight."
"I'm sorry, Mistress, but I haven't written any new stories," replied Charity.
Janice looked surprised. "Why not? I would have thought that the last few weeks would provide you with lots of material for your stories."
"Oh, they have, Mistress," gushed Charity. "These weeks have been wonderful. I think that maybe I'm just storing up stories right now. It's much more fun living them than writing about them. But I'm sure I'll end up writing about them someday soon."
Janice smiled. "I'm glad that you are enjoying your slavery. Now back to the original topic. Would you expect that you would be more terrified or more aroused or more proud if you were offered at auction?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Chapter 10: Charity Auction
By Saturday, Janice had developed a new list of limits for Charity, although Charity never saw the new list. Body modifications of any sort, including body jewelry and tattoos, were ruled out. Even changing the length or color of her hair was off-limits. No marks that would last more than two days were allowed. No bodily fluids or excrement were permissible. She had decided to put her slave up for auction but did not want her returned as a basket case or as someone's idea of an artistic canvas.
The event was different from the very beginning. There was a registration table, for one thing. Janice waited in line with her naked slave for over five minutes before she could enroll her in the auction. The man handling registrations must have been an accountant in real life, though Janice, because he never took his eyes off of the paper in front of him despite having a luscious naked woman standing on the other side of the table from him.
After he reviewed the list of limits and the entry form, he set the papers aside and turned to a naked male standing beside the table. "Lot number seventeen." The young man then moved to the front of the table and knelt down to paint a blue "17" on Charity's right thigh.
Then, he handed Janice a raffle ticket and had her sign her name on a line with her ticket number on it. The matching ticket, with the same number was then tossed into a big jar. "Next table," he finally said as a dismissal.
The two women moved to the next table to continue the process. At that table, steel manacles were placed on Charity's wrists and ankles. The manacles were connected by heavy chains that dragged on the ground unless she reached down and held them up. She looked more like a prisoner than a slave.