The auction two

Scarlett POV

Then the bids started to come in, although nothing too significant yet, but with a good number of interested parties, at least enough to reach the first level. When this happened, I bowed briefly to everyone, like a perfect lady, lowering my knee and pulling the cape slightly to the side, before pulling the strings inside and letting the fabric slowly fall away, revealing the first dress. Several sighs and comments of approval were heard.

The bidding started again, and the values were reached more quickly this time, and soon it reached the point where the first dress would be removed. Again the bidding stopped, and I slowly pulled down the zipper on the side, revealing the third dress and leaving more room for imagination.

As soon as the new pitches began, another person entered the scene, a dark-skinned man wearing a dark gray suit with fine white lines. In his left hand, he was holding an object, a red leather collar, the leather was printed with scales and the lines that formed the scales were dark purple.

He calmly moved my hair aside and put the collar around my neck, at which point I lowered my head, while my posture briefly changed from a woman with her chin up and facing the world to a submissive girl who would obey orders.

I've never been the typical Omega who obeys everything without thinking, who has submission in her being, no... I've always liked to fight, and I've always liked to be better, and it's a challenge to change. The man came up in front of me and I could see his legs and a metal chain in his hand, which he attached to the ring on my collar and then pulled down, and I knew I had to kneel.

I couldn't resist and knelt, calmly and bravely, my heart racing and I knew I must be a little redder. I closed my eyes to try and control myself better, and I felt the touch of his fingers against my hair and I bit my lower lip, in the corner... Knowing that I'm just another one of this man's pets, at least for now.

A part of me wants to scream and fight for all this to stop, but I don't and the voices in the distance whisper about it, some more excited to have someone to train, while others are discouraged, since they like submissive people more. What I do know is that I've pleased the majority with all this play-acting.

Now the pitches are higher and very quickly reaching the next level, and the man quickly unzips the dress, and it falls forward, revealing the bodice. My breathing became even faster, and I didn't find it strange that my body was reacting to all of this. I'd already imagined that I liked being exposed, and I know that all this is exciting the audience, making me self-conscious and taking pleasure in it.

The man closed his fingers around the top of my head and grabbed my hair, pulling me up. I can feel the pain of a few strands coming loose.

"Turn."

I had to bite my tongue to keep from fighting, and it took a second before I obeyed, but I did it as best I could, slowly, showing every part of my body to be seen by the audience from every angle. The feeling of humiliation is latent, but I have to control myself.

The whole show I'd put on had worked, all the targets I'd set had already been reached, but now it was not me who was running the show, it was this man in front of me. He brought his hand up to my chin and lifted it with more force, but I still kept my gaze down, not looking him in the eye, and this guaranteed his approval.

He unhurriedly began to slide his hand down my neck, squeezing briefly, then reaching my shoulder, now with both hands he was caressing the curve of my breasts, down the side of my body, reaching my belly, squeezing, going down a little further to my mound of venus and down to my groin, touching and forcing my legs open.

"Take off your corset."

Another order and I took a few deep breaths, only this time, because I'd taken so long, he grabbed my hair and pulled hard, and because I hadn't expected it, I let out a moan of pain, only to hear several signs of approval from the audience.

"I told you to take your clothes off!"

This time there was no chance for me to refuse, he was not happy that I challenged him a second time and I knew it. I chose this man to be my double precisely because I knew this trait of his.

He just walked a little to the side, so as not to block the view of the audience, I took a deep breath and began to pull at the strings holding the bodice together, and gradually it opened, releasing my breasts. In fluid movements, I pulled first my right arm and then my left, making the bodice fall to the floor, and only then did the man let go of my hair. Still feeling my scalp ache, I bent down and took off my panties, leaving me naked once and for all. Only with the body paint.

My breathing was fast, my heart was beating very quickly, I could feel a few drops of sweat trickling down my body, a mixture of shame and pleasure and I knew that everyone must be smelling me, the smell of my excitement, mixed with nervousness.

There's something a bit addictive about it, something I'm feeling for the first time, this different adrenaline rush, this feeling that I'm submitting because I want to, because there's someone who can do it, without having to resort to dubious means, to say the least. Understanding this makes me even more breathless, and I already know that after the five days of the contract, I will certainly continue in this life of BDSM.

Once again my collar was pulled down, and I knelt, bringing my ankles together behind me, placing my ass on top of them, placing my hands on my thighs, facing downwards and my head down. What showed that I knew about that kind of life was the position where the submissive was waiting for her Owner's order.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, feeling that man's hand on my head again, patting it, and I shuddered, thinking about who would be my "owner" for the next five days.

Of course, I continued to pay attention to the bids and I feel very proud because now the bids have far exceeded my target. I had to stop myself from smiling, but I'm sure something showed in my expression, as I felt the caresses of the man who was playing along with me, a little stronger.

"Any more bids?" The announcer asked. "Anyone else?" She asked one more time. "The last pitch is from the Uranus booth! Dole one! Dole two! Dole three! Sold!"

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