Erotic Fantasy

      This was his first time to a slave market.  He loved women's curves and enjoyed not only pleasuring them but the pleasure that they could give him.  He loved the companionship of a woman - the touch and feel of her - her voice, conversations with her.  He knew the slaves for sale had just tired of doing what they were doing and simply wanted out.  Had had enough of the rat race and had opted to do something different.  But the agreement was for life.  Once the slave agreed to be slave, they would be one forever.  And he liked the permanency of that.  Oh, he could sell her if he didn't like her but the thought did not cross his mind.  And he knew exactly what he wanted. 
        He parked and walked in the building, seeing men and women slaves, naked on 3 inch high platforms - all races represented.  He found a huge hall divided, male on one side and female on the other.  He went to the female slave side.  Women were chained to metal poles shaped like a cross, their arms tied to the cross bar and their necks in collars locked to the bars behind them, legs spread wide and ankles chained to another cross member near the floor.  Their clothing varied from nothing to just high heels while others wore black stockings, black lacy garter belts, incredibly high heels and either bare breasts or bras.  Some of the bras were open with nipples and aureole in view.  Many with bare breasts had rouged nipples and aureole.  Sales advisers wandered around but were unobtrusive. 
        He watched and listened to what was happening around him.  He saw male customers and sometimes female customers and sometimes male and female together looking at the prospective slaves.  The customers would stop in front of slaves who interested them and take them to tables where they were examined - seemingly to him more for medical reasons than any other.  He saw no one talking to prospective slaves.  Most of the slaves seemed young and more representative of Madison Avenue's ideal than reality - skinny, not real people.  He noticed a young sales representative walking by and asked her to wait a second while he examined one of the young women.  He stepped on the platform, rested his left hand on the slave's right shoulder, and without further ado, reached his right hand between her legs, located her vagina with his thumb and inserted it into her.  The slave rose and wiggled attempting to make it easier for him to enter her.  Despite her training, she uttered a small cry.  He worked the thumb into and out of her several times until she was lubricated and he could tell what she was like wet. 
        He then asked the sales girl "how are the slaves organized?  By age?  She said "well yes, and but with more variations than that."  She said "the areas are not all that well marked - we want you to stop us and ask us about them so that we can make a sales pitch".  The section you are in is the most expensive - was there a reason you did not like the one you just examined?"  He said "yes, she is too tight -  I want my fingers to slide right in if she is wet, and this one was but I still felt resistance entering her and I do not like thin, nor do I like fat - you would probably call the ones I like best 'heavy set'." 
          The sales woman said follow me.  She said you are in the section 18 to 35, not having borne children.  We are heading to that same section, but having borne children.  And we can look at all the others after that.  It sounds like you might like the ones more having had children.  He asked why do none of them show no signs of having been pierced and she said if they come to us pierced, we take the jewelry out and wait until the piercing has healed.  Our buyers want to mark them and pierce them as they see fit.  He asked what if they have been tattooed?  She said we could surgically remove them but many, particularly the younger ones have fairly extensive tattoos and the surgery to remove them leaves them more scarred than if we just left them alone.  She asked, how are you planning on using her?  She will be for our mutual pleasure, but I want her to be a true slave.  The girl asked what do you mean by that?  I want to pierce, spank, punish and mark her any way I see fit.  She said that is part of the agreement with them when they agree to become slave - you may do anything you wish to them.  They are yours; you may treat them as animals if you wish.  Not keep them in the house but rather in a barn in stalls, or have them sleep on your floor beside your bed.  You may use them any way you see fit. 
                He said I like these when they reached the 18-35 having had children.  They show fatter tummies, stretch marks - some with visible C-section scars.  More like real women.  All very beautiful to his eye.  He picked one out of the crowd at random but heavier set with a C-section scar, got on the platform with her and did the same thing to her he had done to the one before -placed left hand on her right shoulder to steady her and without forewarning her what he would do by stroking inner thighs working his hands up to her pussy, he just located her vagina with thumb and forefinger and pushed it into her.  She gasped and rose on tip toe...again, trying to allow him more easily to enter her.  He slid the finger into and out of her several times, finished what he was doing and got off the platform.  The slave looked at him plaintively and said "Master, please come back - please take me with you."
                The sales girl said "still not quite right"?  And he said "no, still too much resistance".  With that he selected a nearby slave without visible C-Section, got on the platform with her and slid his thumb into her as well, with the same result.  As he stepped off the platform, that slave too just said "Master please", by which time he had the sales girl in tow and was heading for the section 35-55 no children.  She said so you like heavier set ones with lots of nice curves? He simply replied "I come from the Marilyn Monroe era - I like that body style better than emaciated women".   
            She said well lets look at 35-55 no children. 
            He said what are the prospective owners examining when they take the slaves to the surgical tables.  She said some buyers bring doctors with them and they examine the slave for health, and obvious possible problem areas.  Teeth for cavities or larger potential dental problems, and general health issues.  He said I see gynecological exams are quite popular.  She said yes, many are being bought for breeding purposes and the buyers want to make sure there is no apparent, obvious reason they cannot be bred.  He said it would be kind of hard to talk to them up on the platforms they are on, can you take them down and I talk to them?  She said no one has ever asked for that before but yes, I have the keys and can unlock their manacles and bring them down so you can talk to them.  You need to know they have been trained not to look you in the face.  He said that's fine but will they answer me and she said they must answer any and all questions placed to them faithfully with the truth as they know it.  He said I also want to check their reaction to pain, and she said yes, that is fine so long as they are not permanently scarred.  He asked well what are the limits and she said you may certainly hand spank them as hard as you want even if it bruises a bit, that will be soon gone, or if you like needle play you may push needles through most any part of their body you like to see how they react.  If you want but did not bring any, I have several things with me that can be used to test them with, such as needles, clamps, I have a TENs unit, and electrical zappers.  We can try all those out on them.  May we strap them into one of these surgical tables to do that?  Yes, certainly.  You can spread them open, fasten legs in stirrups, and put needles through labia or clitoris if you so desire. He said I am not so much into needles but I like these and produced rings, which when compressed, opened the jaws of a small clamp.  When he released the clamp, the jaws would close and bite into flesh.  The rings could then be pulled.  The sales girl said oh yes, those are perfect, and I imagine more painful than needles so you can check for higher pain tolerance with those than with needles.                  . 
      They walked up and down rows of naked women, again all beautiful and to him, but none really doing anything for him.  After walking for minutes he said ok, lets just pick one at random and make a cursory check.  With that he picked out a nice looking blond, heavier set than those around her, got onto the platform with her and as he had before with the others, placed his hand on her right shoulder and he heard her sigh at just his touch.  That interested him.  He paused then before doing what he usually did and asked her, why the sigh?  She said it just felt so good to have some touch me who does not work here and is not taking me down at the end of the day or putting me up in the morning.  He said what time do you come here in the morning and what time do they take you down at night?  She said we are slaves, what do we need clocks for.  I can tell  you it seems like a hell of a long time that you are here.  And he laughed.  How old are you?  She said I'm 50.  And you've had children?  Yes, 3.  Their ages?  They range between 21 and 25.  All have left home and don't need me any more.  Your husband?  He made it known a long time before they did that he didn't need me any more either.  He said you look good.  She said its been a long time since I heard that.  Why the varying clothing for the slaves?  I see you have black stockings and a garter belt, otherwise you are naked.  Why no shoes and why no bra?  Master, they dress us to hide our deficiencies.  I had small breasts to start with and though I have suckled 3 children, they do not sag a lot.  I have nice nipples and aureole and my legs look good with or without high heels, but I have some small varicosities that the black stockings hide.  Master, every slave has a reason to be wearing what they wear. The young ones with black stockings and high heels (he thought back, he could not recall a single younger one with stockings and without high heels)?  Bad legs.  The only way they can get them to look good is the stockings and high heels.  The young sales woman coughed.  I told you they were honest....
            While looking at the young woman, he calmly reached down and inserted his thumb into the blond.  She sucked in her breath with surprise, but he easily penetrated her.  He moved his thumb into and out of her and it moved freely - she was quite wet. He worked his thumb into and out of her and she sighed.  Would have melted against him but she was tied to the pole.  She sagged towards him.  He removed his thumb from her pussy and with his right hand grasped her right buttock and slid up to her stomach until she was again in control. 
            He said it is odd.  I picked you at random out of a crowd, but I like you.  He said I have tests to give you before I can choose you, but that I am telling you this alone is a miracle.  Do you wish to take the tests?  And she said yes Master.  He said it will be a part of our relationship that I first pierce you, then mark you, then punish you regularly.  I want you to scream for me for all of that.  Can you do that?  Yes Master.  But before we get that far, I have a little test for you and I want to see first if you can handle that test quietly - no screaming, understand?  I need to know you can take abuse and not scream.  Can you do that for me?  She said Master, I will try.  He said this is going to hurt unbelievably but I want you to take it quietly.  If you so much as open and close your mouth, I will go look for another.  Do you understand me?  Yes Master.  He spoke to the sales girl.  Release her.  The sales girl got up on the platform with them and unlocked her neck, wrists and ankles from their restraints.  When she was unlocked, he rubbed her wrists, and ankles and had her move around to get her circulation back.  He walked her around, hand under her arm, until she could move freely.  He said I'm going to clip this ring on your left nipple, and he showed her the clip with teeth.  She said that is going to bite into me isn't it and he said yes.  He said if you fail, there are many others here.  It is ok if you fail.  She said I will do my best.  He said I am not left handed by I am going to use my left hand to put this on you and I want you to hold your right nipple to receive this on it.  Pinch it together for me.  He then inserted his right thumb into her vagina and as he was arousing her with that hand, she pinched her right nipple together for him to place the toothed ring on.  He said, not even an intake of breath.  Just take it.  He then slipped it over her nipple and then released it so the teeth bit into her skin.  She winced but made no sound as the teeth bit into her nipple.  He said good and withdrew the thumb stilling the pain and held her face in his hand and kissed her.  A deep kiss.  He stopped and said you lips are too loose and too slack.  Tighten them and use more tongue.  And he kissed her again.  This time, she tightened lips and kissed him hard, their tongues caressing each other.  As they kissed, he removed his hand from her face, reached down and rolled her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger.  As they kissed, he rolled her nipple harder and harder until it was flat.  She moaned against him, but continued kissing.  When they were through kissing, he moved back a space and looked at the ring in her right nipple.  He said now its going to really hurt.  Quiet.  Not a sound out of you...and with that, he took the teeth of the ring in his right hand and pressed it into her flesh.  Her eyes got wide and she looked him in the face but she did not cry out.  He kissed her again as he continued to press the metal into her flesh and she fell into him.  When he released her from the kiss, she said yes...I want you.  Take me, pierce me, brand me, do anything you want to me.  I cannot abide just being nothing to someone.  I want to be something to you....
                He said that was the first test.  Let's go to one of the gynecological tables and talk some more.  With that, he had the sales woman lead them to one of the tables.  She climbed up on the table and settled down.  He strapped her to the table.  Asking first ok, you've been hands at your sides forever, what's the least painful position for you?  And she said its ok if you tie me down to the table.  That is a good position for me - arms down this time.  And he did that.  Her hands went down behind her and were tied into place.  Her legs had been laying in between the stirrups, and he took off her stockings (bent over and kissed her near the ear and said thank you for telling me, I'll look - she said right thigh about half way up - look there Master).  The left one is ok.  And so far as I know, nothing in the backs.  He said I'll check. And he took off the stockings and garter belt, perusing her stomach.  He said you don't have a lot of stretch marks for 3 kids.  She said thank you Master and he raised her legs and tied her into the stirrups.  He checked the backs and fronts of her thighs and said you were right a bit on the right one but not bad, not bad at all and none on either the left or the backs.  He spread her pussy open with his left hand and said do you remember our ring friend, and she said I might not be able to take that there.  He said oh, but you have to.  He fingered her clitoris and she arched her back off the table.  Ok Master lets try it and with that, he sunk the teeth of the ring into her clitoris and she screamed one short scream and then calmed down.  She said sorry Master, hope that did not jeopardize my chances but that hurt like hell.  He said well that was only the beginning then clamped down on the teeth with right thumb and forefinger and she screamed again as he gave the ring a sharp tug and the teeth bit into her clitoris.  Blowing breath in and out, she said oh boy, that really hurts.  He said ok, lets imagine how much it is going to hurt when I burn my name and the fact of my possession into your right ass cheek.  Are you still interested in this?  And she breathed heavily in and out, saying yes Master.  Take me....Even under those conditions and even if it hurts more than this....yes...a thousand times yes...