I step onto the platform with the help of a woman with black hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her outfit is the same as the girls at Nora's brothel, which looks like it's made of electrical tape, but the girls said it's called Fetish wear. The lights in the hall go out, leaving only one on me.
Auctioneer: — Here is Rosa, she is Canadian, 18 years old, and has never been touched by any man. She has learned all the teachings of BDSM practice, without penetration. Therefore, she is a perfect sex slave. Let's start the bidding at 50 thousand dollars.
Buyer: — Fifty thousand. — one says, raising paddle number 9. But it doesn't last two seconds, and another already bids 60 thousand dollars, and then it keeps going up.
I'm impressed by their wealth, since they can pay all that for a simple virgin woman, just to fulfill their disgusting pleasures. I maintain my erect posture, as Nora had instructed, and when I realize it, the value has already reached 250 thousand dollars.
Auctioneer: — Come on, I know you want this virgin for yourselves. Look how beautiful she is. — he takes my hand and makes me turn my back to them. — See how she has a nice perky bütt and a tiny waist. — besides feeling like an object for being sold like this, the auctioneer's words destroy any bit of humanity that existed within me.
Buyer: — One million dollars. — he turns me around, and I can see everyone murmuring, but I didn't see who my actual buyer was.
Auctioneer: — Anyone else? Going once, going twice...
Kirill: — Two million dollars. — another voice echoes through the hall, and this one sounded more like a roar. This time, the auctioneer manages to count to three and declares: "sold."
The same woman who brought me here takes my hand and leads me to a small room, where she hands me a black jumpsuit, in the same style she's wearing, however, it's completely closed, only showing the marks of my curves.
After changing, she takes my hand and leads me to the hall. She places me in front of a man who is currently facing away from us, but soon turns around when he notices we are here. His eyes roam over my body. I can't see his face, only his mouth and his brown eyes.
Kirill: — Lift your head. — I do as he orders and feel his hands on my neck. — From now on, you will be my lïttle bïtçh, and whatever I tell you to do, you do, understand?
— Yes, sir. — he smiles at my answer and puts a chain on the collar he placed on me.
He pulls me by this chain, and I walk behind him, without looking sideways, trying to focus on my new life and trying not to care about the curious looks that watch us as soon as we step onto the sidewalk.
We get into his black luxury car. He sits next to me and tells his driver, whose name is Kelvin, to go to his house. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him loosening his tie, however, he says nothing the whole way. I remain silent, just as Nora had ordered, to speak only when he asks me something, otherwise, silence is my best companion.
An hour later, the car stops in front of a white mansion. This one, the gates are made of bars, where you can see the whole house. The vehicle enters and stops right at the front door. He gets out, pulling me by the chain and pulls me over his shoulder.
Kirill: — This will be your temporary home, you will stay here as long as I want you to serve me. Let's go to my office, you have to sign a contract with me.
— Yes, sir. — he stops pulling me and turns to face me.
Kirill: — I want you to call me master, so, you will say to me, yes, master.
— Yes, master. — he nods and starts pulling me again. He takes me to an area that I believe is his office. He tells me to kneel, takes a paper from the table, and hands it to me with a pen.
Kirill: — Sign your full name, because only then will I do whatever I want with you, without any objection. — I sign as he ordered, and hand over to him all rights to my body.
Smiling, he puts the document in the drawer, and lifts me up to leave the office. We go up a staircase that leads to a long corridor. We walk through it, where there are several doors on each side, but we enter the last one, which is right in front of the corridor.
Kirill: — This is my room, we will sleep together every day, because I want to be able to fück you whenever I want, whether it's day, night or dawn. I hope you are always willing, or there will be punishments.
Punishments, that was my worst nightmare at Madame Nora's house. He opens the door next to it and shows a room all decorated in pink, explaining that here I will use it to get dressed before entering his room, or the Igry room (Games in Russian).
Kirill: — And here, where we will spend most of our time when I'm home. This will also be your place of punishment. I won't lie to you. I love to punish the women who enter my house. And even if you don't disobey me, I'll find a way to punish you. Since you've already been trained at Nora's house, I'll just set one rule of mine. Don't talk or interact with any other man. Neither here in my house nor when we go out to our parties. I don't share what's mine, and if you let them reach you, you will be punished in front of them. Understood?
— Yes, master, I will do as you are ordering me.
Kirill: — Great, now come with me. — he pulls me by the chain and we enter the room. He turns to me, removes the chain from the collar and walks to the bed, sitting on it. — I want you to take off those clothes, bend down and come crawling to me, showing that you are a lïttle bïtçh, and I am your owner.
Without looking at him, I open the zipper of the jumpsuit and peel it off my body. The material seems to be made of rubber, so it kind of sticks to the skin. I'm left only in my lingerie.
Kirill: — Take off your bra, I want to see your tïts dragging on the floor. — I take it off, and when I'm about to take off my panties, he tells me to stop and bend down. I go crawling towards him. — Lower, I said I want to see your tïts scraping the floor.
I support myself on my elbows and drag myself like that until I reach him.
Kirill: — Very good, my lïttle bïtçh, now I'm going to stick myself all the way inside you. But first, I want to taste your throat, go on, show me what you learned in that shïtty whörehouse.
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