Angelique was quite a submissive at heart, with a touch of exhibitionist in her, too, so when her male friend Jim told her about a "slave girl” auction for charity, her ears immediately perked up. She asked questions, and found out the auction was run by an all-male club that he belonged to (they do still exist), and was to benefit a local hospital that catered to the poor. She learned that the slaves were expected to have sex with the winning bidders at the auction, and she was okay with that. She asked Jim if she could volunteer to be one of the slaves, and he said she could, and even better, that he'd get "prestige points" in the club for bringing a volunteer to be auctioned, and probably extra for someone so beautiful.

Jim prepared her for the slave auction as best he could. He explained how it was run: he would submit her photo and the committee would decide if she was acceptable, which he assured her she would be. Then the auction would occur that Friday evening, when each sex slave would undress and be put in a cage, naked, for pre-auction observation. Next, the slaves would be lined up, naked, for close inspection by the qualified bidders, then paraded onto a stage for everyone to see, still naked. They'd be shown off to the audience by the auctioneer and his staff, bid on by the qualified bidders, and then the high bidder for each slave would take his slave home with him for the weekend. The rules were that the “slaves” had to volunteer willingly, and that the slave “owners” could do whatever they wanted with their slave, as long as they did not injure the slave in any way. Each slave would be returned to her home on Sunday evening.

Angelique thought it sounded like fun, and a chance to experience some submissive and exhibitionist behavior in a safer way. She volunteered, and Jim submitted her name to the auction committee. He was notified almost immediately that she was accepted, and when he shared that with her, she kissed him.

o o o

Friday evening came quickly. Jim picked up Angelique at her place and brought her to the club's meeting place, which, for this special occasion, was a nice hotel with a private meeting room. Arriving early, they found the committee setting up and were instructed to have her use the restroom since she'd be deprived of a chance for a couple of hours. When she returned, she was asked to strip and shown to a small cage, but she could fit easily if she curled up a bit, so she did. Curled and on all fours, her breasts, ass, and pussy would all be very visible to the nosy audience members who began to pass by shortly after, looking at all the "slave" girls, some poking fingers into the cages and prodding them to move. It happened to Angelique and was a bit unwelcome.

But shortly afterward, the auctioneer brought all the slaves out of the cages, kept them backstage, and lined them up. Then the pre-selected, and generally wealthy, bidders, many of them foreigners, arrived to inspect the slaves before bidding on them later. Most of these men were friendly and treated the girls well, but a few were brusque and self-important, and one, an apparent German, manhandled the girls pretty roughly. He told Angelique he would be buying her, and he'd have his way with her all weekend. She couldn't think of anything worse, so she was very pleased when a man with an English accent checked her out and told her that she was his favorite, and he'd make sure he had the winning bid for her.

Soon, the auctioneer took the slaves on stage, lining them up from shortest to tallest across the stage. Angelique was third out of five. Beginning with the shortest slave, the auctioneer led the young lady to the center of the stage and showed her off to the cheers of the audience. He turned her naked body around slowly once, then, facing the audience, he had her raise her arms and spread her legs, showing her assets unencumbered by arms or thighs. Then he had her turn her back to the audience, spread her legs again, and touch her hands to the floor, giving the room a good view of her ass and pussy. After being displayed, the auctioneer opened the bidding, and she was “sold”. He had the first slave return to her spot in the line while he brought the next slave to center stage. He did the same things with her, showing her off, front and back, to more cheers, and then she was bid on and “sold”.

Next, it was Angelique's turn, and there was a bigger cheer from the crowd as she came forward. She was clearly the most attractive of the slaves, and they let her know with applause, whistles, and cat-calls. The auctioneer turned her around slowly, as he had the others, then he had her raise her arms and spread her legs, both of which generated more whistles. When he had her turn her back to the audience and spread her legs before touching her hands to the floor, the audience erupted; Angelique would surely start a bidding war.

So, it was no surprise when the time came, a moment later, that the bidders saved their highest bids for her. Starting at $1000, the bidding soon jumped to over $3000, and after a heated bidding duel between the rude younger German and a kind older Englishman, she was finally “sold” to the older gentleman for a whopping $4800 donation to the charity, a record! She was relieved to see that the German did not win her, nor did he bid on either of the other slaves that followed. Those taller girls also fared well when they were displayed on the stage and sold, though they did not generate the same audience enthusiasm as Angelique.

The Englishman who won her picked her up after all the bidding was over and the slaves had gotten dressed. Angelique wore a sleek black dress, and brought her overnight bag with all she would need for the weekend. The older man who bought her took her hand and walked with her to his limo, which waited with his driver in front of the hotel. He personally helped her into the back seat, then sat beside her as his driver took the wheel.

“Home, William,” he told the driver, and they left the hotel drive-up.

o o o

In the back seat, he was the perfect gentleman.

“Hi. I'm Reginald, originally from London. What's your name, sweetie?” he asked.

“Hi Reginald. I'm Angelique, and I live here in town,” she replied.

“Do you do this slave work often?”

“First time,” she said, a bit of nervousness in her voice, which he noticed.

“I see. Well, there's nothing to be nervous about. I've done this before, and while I'm looking forward to a stimulating weekend with you, you'll always be treated well,” he said.

“Thank you, sir,” she replied. “That's good to know.”

She didn't exactly know what to expect, but knew she was sold as a sex slave, so she expected to have sex with Reginald, and as a slave, she didn't think she'd have many choices this weekend.

“Can I start you with a drink? I have champagne, wine, liquor, or beer here in the limo.”

“Oh. Well, maybe champagne, please.”

So, Reginald uncorked a $150 bottle of Henriot Brut Souverain and poured her a glass, and then one for himself. She tasted it and loved the fruity aroma with a touch of smoke. He toasted her beauty, which made her smile, and they enjoyed their champagne as they rode comfortably to his estate. On arriving, the driver quickly opened the door for Reginald, who emerged and then held a hand out for Angelique, which she took.

Once inside his mansion, Reginald pulled her to him and kissed her lips with passion. She was surprised, but kissed him back, and soon she began to enjoy the kiss. He seemed younger than he looked, and kissed well in any case. Then she noticed William, the driver, bringing her bag inside, and removing his driving jacket and cap, he donned a valet's formal jacket. Seems he served at least two roles for Reginald.

When Reginald broke the kiss, he led her to a finely decorated living room and offered another drink, which Angelique accepted. She was beginning to like this Reginald; he was a gentleman and was treating her like a lady... so far anyway... but would that change, she wondered?

“Would you like to see the dungeon, my sweet lady?” Reginald asked.

“Dungeon?” she queried, and it sounded like that change she wondered about was coming soon.

“Yes, my playroom, if you like. I have a few things there you might enjoy. Shall we go there and see when we finish our drinks?”

Angelique was a bit reluctant, but she reasoned that he had offered herself as a sex slave and she owed it to him to play the part. It helped that she was also beginning to like him. He was older, but charming, a true gentleman, and a good kisser; she could see herself enjoying sex with him.

o o o

Reginald led Angelique downstairs to the basement of his home and to a locked door. He unlocked it and entered, turning on the lights. She followed him in and saw a somewhat dimly lit room with a lot of equipment.

“Most of the items in this room can be used for pain or for pleasure, or most often for some of both. How do you feel about a little pain before pleasure?” he asked her.

“Well, I've experienced a little pain at times, and found it arouses me, and makes the pleasure more intense,” she replied truthfully. Just the thought of it was beginning to arouse her.

“Okay. That was a good answer,” he said as he pulled her to him for another kiss. She liked it and melted into his arms as he pressed his lips against hers. His tongue probed her mouth, seeking her tongue, and finding it, they dueled. He kept an arm behind her back to hold her to him, and she felt a thrill as her sexual desires increased. He kissed her deeply, their tongues swirling about one another, definitely turning her on.

Then he backed away from her, admired Angelique in her black dress, and then took the thin shoulder straps that held it up into his fingers. He slowly moved them outward, watching for her reaction. She felt his hands on the straps and knew what he was doing. She also knew if she let him remove her dress, as he was doing, she would be exposing her breasts since she wore no bra. But she let him proceed, partly out of obligation as his “sex slave” for the weekend, but also because she liked him and was getting quite aroused.

Reginald slipped the straps over the edge of her shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor. Angelique stood before him in her black thong panties and heels, and nothing else. Her nipples were already hard and projected from her beautiful breasts, and she was growing wet in her still covered nether region. The thought of sex with this older man was now very appealing to her.

Shall we stroll about the room and see what interests you?” he asked.

“Yes, kind sir,” she replied, and they both smiled.

He took her hand and they walked to a spanking bench. She knew what it was and how it could be used, but it seemed quite innocent, somehow.

“Do you recognize this? Would you like to start here?” he asked.

“It's a spanking bench. But where to start is for you to decide, sir. I am your slave for the weekend, and it is not my choice,” she replied.

“Another good answer,” he told her, and guided her along to the next device in his dungeon.

It was a “horse”, a typical workman's device used in pairs to hold boards and other objects for work, but as a sex device, it was topped with a more pointed piece of wood, or sometimes metal, angled to torment a woman who straddled it.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied. "It's a horse, but I've not used one before,” she answered.

He continued, showing her a chain hanging from the ceiling and loops in the floor.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked.

“Yes, it's for suspending a woman by her arms and spreading her feet apart,” she said, her voice perhaps betraying the arousal she was feeling more strongly now. She was quite damp already as she felt very turned on, soon ready for anything he wanted.

He moved on to a St. Andrew's cross.

“And this one?”

“Yes, it's a St. Andrews cross, used to tie a woman to and have your way with her.”

“Correct. So which would you prefer, my sexy slave girl?”

“As I said, it's your decision. I'm just your slave, here to do what pleases you.”

“Okay, then I will suspend your arms from the ceiling and spank you with some delicious implements to find out what you like. Come with me.”

Angelique followed Reginald back to the chain hanging from the ceiling. She waited there while he got some collars from the rack of devices and implements he kept on a far wall. When he returned, he put collars on her wrists and attached them to the chain suspended from the ceiling. With her hands now raised above her head, he hooked his thumbs under the sides of her thong and pulled it down to her feet. She stepped out of it and her heels, and the feeling of being helpless and exposed got her so turned on that she started leaking juices from her pussy, and they ran down her leg. Meanwhile, he added collars to her ankles and attached them to rings in the floor, opening her legs wide and exposing her pussy completely. She was more than just aroused now; she was craving whatever he was about to do to her.

o o o

Reginald walked to the wall and came back with a flogger. He flipped the flogger over her breasts lightly, almost playfully, and then a little harder, and that hurt her nipples a bit. He slapped her breasts a few more times, hurting her with each strike, and she jerked in an attempt to escape the flogger, but there was no escaping it. Still, a glimpse of pleasure followed each strike. Then he swatted her rear a few times, rather gently, before striking her pretty hard. Angelique jerked again in response to the pain, but she could not get away. He struck her again and again, each strike hurting more than the last, and she squirmed in pain, but also felt a little arousal between swats. When he stopped for a moment, she realized she was soaking wet and dripping her juices onto the floor. She was ready for more, craving it, needing it.

He walked around her, flicking the flogger at her as he went. He struck her thighs and the sides of her pelvis before settling on her inner thighs as he stood in front of her. He swished the flogger back and forth between her legs, striking each tender thigh hard to leave a sting, but always her arousal returned her between strikes. When he started to flick the flogger against her pussy, she flinched at its twinge and squirmed to escape it, but ultimately felt turned on by it. He continued to flick the leather strands against her defenseless cunt, and her squirms changed from a need to escape the pain to a desire for more pleasure.

Angelique was totally turned on, but she wanted more than the feel of the leather flogger on her; she wanted to feel him in her! She was helpless to control what happened, but begged.

“Oh, my God, fuck me, please!” she uttered, gasping.

Reginald feigned not hearing her, so she repeated louder, “Fuck me, please, sir!”

He stopped using the flogger and put it aside. Then he put his hand on her cunt and ran his fingers up and down her slit. Her juices soaked his fingers as he began to swirl her clit, causing her to squirm uncontrollably, her whole body wanting more but helpless to do anything to speed him along. He continued to finger her as she pushed her pussy at his fingers to increase the intensity of his play. He finally pressed two fingers into her, answering her prayers for some kind of relief for her craving cunt.

After a few minutes of driving her wild with his finger-fucking, he stopped. Reginald unbuckled his slacks and pulled them off, then pulled down his boxers and removed them, revealing his penis, erect and ready. It was not huge, his being on in years, but it was definitely adequate. Angelique watched as he flicked it up against her labia and her tender slit a few times before guiding it into her. It felt so good, she gasped in appreciation and swayed, pushing her pussy against him to drive him deeper. Soon he was fucking her as deeply as his penis could go, and she was beside herself with arousal, squirming and gasping, as he pumped her. His thrusts filled her vagina, and she was feeling his erection as she grasped it with her pussy's muscles, giving him a wonderfully tight feel. In appreciation, he reached down and rubbed her clit while he continued to fuck her.

The clit play put her on the edge, and she was now so alive with passion and so close to cumming that she could not hold back. She jerked and spasmed as she screamed loudly and finally came. He continued to rub her clit and fuck her, and her orgasms rolled one into the next, enhancing her screams of ecstasy until she was finally spent, satisfied and exhausted, simply hanging from the ceiling chains. He soon reached his climax and came, jerking and shooting spurt after spurt of his load into her.

When he finished, he undid the chains and helped her to a small bed in a corner of the room, where he applied a soothing lotion to her red, sore rear, and let her recover. He had his valet bring her dress and heels to the dungeon so she could get dressed.

o o o

Over the weekend, Reginald had sex with Angelique in the master bed, on the sofa, and against the hallway wall. And every evening, the scene in his dungeon played out again. She experienced the spanking bench and met Reginald's cane. She was tied to the St. Andrews cross and received a nice cropping on her breasts, inner thighs, and pussy. And most intense of all, she took a short ride on the wooden horse, which pressed her cunt against its angled top ridge; it hurt, but the height was such that she could offset some of the weight with her toes holding her up. But after each round of torment, Reginald soothed her and then fucked her silly. She had so many intense orgasms at his hands in the dungeon she could not count them all.

When Sunday evening came, she was driven home by Reginald's driver, William, while she and Reginald made out in the back seat. He managed to undo her jeans and get into her panties, yet again, and gave her a rousing orgasm. It was a fitting goodbye present, she thought. When they arrived at her place, Reginald opened the car door and escorted her to her front door, where he kissed her goodbye.

Angelique was so happy that Reginald had won her, and not the German. He was a perfect gentleman all weekend, except when he was a horny little devil who drove her to ecstasy repeatedly. She had been afraid he was too old to be much fun, but he turned out to be exciting. The initial concerns she had about his stamina and his lack of a kinky side were quickly dispelled, and she had so many wonderful orgasms she lost count.

When her friend Jim saw her a few days later, she thanked him for letting her experience the slave auction and said that if they held another one next year, she would sign up to be a sex slave again, without hesitation.