Chrstmas Coed Pt 2 Block Dance
Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2025 8:32 pm
Belinda Craig’s POV
Crack!
The auctioneer cracked his whip so close to my rear that I could feel the air rush over the folds of my wet pussy while yelling a command that I couldn’t comprehend in my current block heat induced stupor. His warning sounded louder than a gunshot with little effect. I was rooted in place, lost in a deep slave haze with this incredible orgasm coursing through my body.
My fingers never slowed while polishing my pearl as I took in the raucous crowd of 400-500 people in the theatre-like auditorium. If anything, the audience’s presence fueled my frenzy as I happily convulsed in orgasmic bliss before them. Weirdly, I felt like I had found my true calling until my thoughts were rudely interrupted.
Crack!
The whip exploded laying a line of fire across my right buttock interrupting my perfect orgasm well before it had run its natural course. I’d never felt pain like this before and didn’t want to feel it again. I leaped to my feet; the auctioneer had my attention now!
“Present,” cried the auctioneer, his tone indicating his irritation with my premature slave-gasm induced disobedience.
Thankfully the muscle memory from my high school slave yoga and months spent refining my block routine as an SLT paid off. I moved with tremors from my frenzy still flowing through my body. It was showtime! Even if I was still climaxing. Like a well-oiled machine I gracefully stood moving my hands behind my head causing my big boobies to stick out enticingly towards the crowd; looking out at my audience longingly I smiled seductively and loudly called out to the crowd.
"Slavery is my destiny, please buy me Santa."
The auctioneer introduced me to the bidders, “Lot 63 is SLT freshman legacy pledge Belinda Craig, a flyer on the SMU cheerleading squad and the youngest child of James and Mandy Craig of the Preston Hollow neighborhood of Dallas. This debutante performed a perfect Texas Dip while being introduced to high society at the Presentation Ball just last Spring. Let’s see this Dallas socialite stripped of her expensive ball gown perform one for you now.”
I stood in an aroused daze under the bright lights of the auction block with my bare feet in the coarse sand. Engulfed by the heady odor of raw sex from the sweat and vaginal discharge of the countless slave girls that had gone before me showing off their wares on the Broadway auction block. In my current state, this strangely erotic perfume fueled my slave haze, overwhelming rational thought as my pussy swollen with arousal throbbed out of control while my right hand inched downward. I wasn’t paying attention to the auctioneer; only wanting to cum in front of the crowd.
The whip erupted with a “Crack!”, laying another line of fire across my right buttock, getting my attention once more as I snapped back into position eliciting some chuckles from the crowd.
“Damn, that’s some pricy blue-blooded slave heat; dropping a champagne shower in the sand. As you can see on the screen this Dallas princess traded in her tiara, gown, evening gloves, and pearl necklace for a slave collar and not much else. Now let’s see that Texas Dip as promised,” ordered the now amused auctioneer seeing an opportunity to boost my price knowing full well that giving a privileged debutante a taste of the whip would fuel a bidding frenzy.
I seriously doubted many of my fellow debutantes found themselves performing a perfect Texas Dip naked on an auction block. As elegantly as I could in my current state, I began the ritualistic curtsey right when the butt plug started vibrating, further stimulating my still pulsing pussy. Hours of practice saved me, I moved my feet and arms into position before lowering myself into the "pretzel-like" seated position while keeping my back straight and arms extended out to the side before gracefully bowing forward, looking out at the audience with lust-filled eyes I gave them a dazzling smile catching sight of myself on the screen’s split picture.
One side depicted me bowing very ladylike while wearing my formal white ball gown, matching white evening gloves, a pearl necklace, and my hair up in a tiara, bright-eyed with a beaming smile on my face. Traditionally the ball was where proper young ladies were introduced to society as eligible for marriage.
Next to it, I was reduced to my natural state; naked with a sheen of perspiration coating my body, sand stuck to my knees, the slave collar replacing the pearls, my hair in disarray, and my large erect gumdrop nipples protruding from silver dollar areolae. I had the same beaming smile, but my face was either blushing with embarrassment, flushed with arousal, or a combination of the two.
Most striking were my eyes, slightly glazed, lidded with sexual hunger giving me the look of a wanton pleasure slut only interested in her next orgasm. Was that the real me stripped bare for everyone to see? Willing to do any deviant sex act to cum again? Oh my God, my sudden realization of what I would do startled me a little as my pussy throbbed needily. Ever since I pledged the SLTs I’ve slowly gone through a metamorphosis from the prim and proper debutant to the decadent sex slave for sale to the highest bidder. My slave heat had possessed me, transforming me into that pathetic unladylike creature on the screen.
With my entire body hyper-stimulated with sexual desire, I dropped my head submissively holding the pose. The auctioneer left me bowing with the plug vibrating in my ass while my vaginal muscles continued to contract. Fear of the burning bite from the whip was all that kept me from jilling myself right there on the stage as the auctioneer took this opportunity to let the audience know that I came from good breeding stock.
“Yup, her Mama was a SLT too, attending the prestigious Broadstone Etiquette Academy for Women after graduating from SMU. Today we’re taking this debutante from the social registry to the National Slave Registry. What am I bid for this juicy piece of blue-blooded Prime Texas slave snatch.”
“Present,” ordered the auctioneer before falling into his bid call, “Starting at the reserve price of $20,000, now $20, I need $21, I just got $35, somebody just offered $35 for this high-quality pussy, gimmie $36, ….”
Fluidly I stood as the pleasure slut, not the debutante, with a sultry smile loudly proclaiming once more, "Slavery is my destiny, please buy me, Santa."
The auctioneer paused from his bid call, promoting my biggest assets, “Check out the magnificent udders on this SLT. Lick dem nips slave girl. I’m at $37,000, now $37, I need $38, ….”
I compliantly hefted my girls, offering them to the crowd giggling loudly, “Santa, buy me so you can play with my jiggle bells.”
With the auctioneer’s cattle rattle in the background, I raised my boobies while leaning forward taking my right nipple into my mouth, making a show of nursing on it. Damn, that felt good; I need to do this more often! My warm wet tongue sent jolts of pleasure straight to my clitty causing me to noticeably shudder as my slave-gasm picked up once more. I wasn’t sure if this was one long climax with peaks and valleys or the start of a new one. Frankly, I didn’t care.
Demonstrating the slutty friskiness of a SLT legacy I made a show of leaving a copious amount of saliva on my engorged nipple when I spit it out leaving a string from my nipple to my outstretched tongue before it broke as I moved over to the other. Teasing myself, and the audience even more I licked around my nipple all over the silver dollar areola before homing in my big gumdrop-sized nubbin, nursing on it like there was no tomorrow.
My block heated boiled over; did I mention that I have super sensitive nipples? The erotic sensations from the cool breeze on my wet nubster coupled with what I was doing to myself with my mouth had me on the verge of a nipplegasm. I’d heard about these but never experienced one until now; standing in the sand as men bid to own me to do with what they wanted. My overexposed pussy felt as if it was leaking like a sieve.
Oh my God, was I literally dripping in the sand for everyone to see? That thought sent a shiver down my spine. I had an excessively moist vagina when aroused, always leaving a big wet spot in the sheets after sex and often resorting to wearing a panty liner on dates with cute boys I liked. When I confided my “problem” with my Mama, she said there was nothing to worry about. She was the same way, and it was just good genes. I didn’t understand her point until now.
There was something about this place and my current situation that made it more intense, giving me a constantly “drippy slave snatch” per the staff here. Every time someone checked my slave heat, whether a wrangler or grader while on display, I was wet and willing as their fingers easily slid right into my tight moist pussy. I knew it wasn’t the same for all the slave girls here.
It dawned on me as my pussy dripped into the sand that my affliction was an asset while showing off my wares on the Broadway auction block at the Big D Slave Market. My physical appearance and slave heat determined my block value. No sane free woman ever wanted to be in this position, but high school slave yoga and months of practicing my block routine at SLT had conditioned me for this moment. Squirting in the sand while in the throes of a block-gasm and showing off my drippy slave snatch made me stand out. My slave heat was off the charts indicating acceptance of my future use as some rich man’s sex toy. That’s what the bidders were looking for. I needed to own it and own it I did.
Accepting that my vaginal fluids were destined to drip into the sand, mingling with the thousands of wanton pleasure sluts before me, I eagerly tongue-lashed my nipple while pinching down hard on the other triggering a mini slave-gasm. Needing more stimulation to have a true squirting slave-gasm, the one I deserved before being rudely interrupted by the auctioneer, I slowly inched a hand towards my happy button hoping the auctioneer wouldn’t notice.
But he did.
Crack!
Another line of fire lit up the side of my right tit! With a crack of his whip that mean ole auctioneer stopped me before I could enjoy my nipplegasm, while ordering, “Present! I’m at $39,000, now $39, I need $40, somebody give me $40, ….”
Smoothly I moved into the position with my legs spread shoulder-width apart and my hands once more behind my neck. My milky white titties jiggle like Jell-O enticingly from the sudden movement with my reddish erect nipples standing out glistening under the lights.
Saucily I gave them a little extra wiggle while singing out, “Who wants to play with my jiggle bells? Buy me Santa.”
If you got it, flaunt it; and I did, acting like a tease. I couldn’t believe how much fun it was to act like a slut in front of a crowd! Their cheers fed my slave heat, spurring me on.
Crack! He flicked his whip barely grazing my right buttock, more for the shock value than pain, commanding, "Let’s see whatcha got, cheerleader! I’m at $40,000, now $40, I need $41, someone gimmie $41, …."
With my lady bits still convulsing my muscle memory kicked in saving the day once more. Turning 90 degrees to the right so that my left side was facing the audience I raised my left foot behind me, grabbing it with my left hand. I pushed my left foot up towards the ceiling, arching my back while keeping my right leg locked straight and firmly planted in the sand. Once my foot was level with my ear, I turned my elbow forward pulling my foot as high above my head as possible and keeping my knee bent while reaching back with my right hand securing my foot with both hands well above my head with both elbows pointing forward with my slightly bent knee pointing in the opposite direction away from my body. My beautifully arched back, legs, and arms made an oval.
The scorpion position was a move I had performed hundreds of times, held high on a pyramid of cheerleaders in front of a crowd. Even naked standing in the sand of Broadway in a deep slave haze, with tremors from my climax coursing through my body, it was like second nature for me. I was a sight to behold with my back arched enticingly to the breaking point, big titties capped with my dark red nipple boners glistening with my saliva prominently displayed jutting out, and my pussy lips peeling open putting my moist pink hole on lewd display for all to see.
Even the auctioneer was distracted and stuttered to a halt for a brief moment before exclaiming, “Lawd, y’all kin see clear to the promised land! Who’ll gimme $41,000 to go to the promised land? This drippy slave snatch will be under your Christmas tree. I'm at $40,000, now $40, I need $41, how bout we jump to $45, gimmie $45, got $40, somebody gimmie $45 ….”
After holding my pose for a count of three I transitioned into a straight-legged Scorpion straightening my left leg until the toe pointed to the ceiling creating a straight line with my legs while holding my calf in place with my hands. My titties still jutted out to the side with my wet cunt and ass even more lewdly exposed than before, holding this indecent position to the raucous cheers of the crowd as the auctioneer’s cattle rattle droned on as my price continued to climb.
I held this pose for a few seconds before transitioning into the Scale position, turning my torso towards the crowd, slightly lowering my leg, holding it in place with my left arm while reaching out to the right with my other arm turning my body into a perfect “Y”. I could feel rivulets of vaginal fluids running down my inner thigh spurring me to run two fingers from my right hand through my dripping pussy lips giving my clitty a flourish causing my vagina to convulse in the process.
Scooping up a profuse amount of pussy juice I brought my fingers to my mouth just like Master Darwin instructed. I sucked on them and then pulled them out, enticingly licking each finger with my tongue to ensure I captured every drop all while holding the scale position. I could feel my sweet nectar running from my honey pot down my inner thigh, visible under the bright lights making my block heat evident for all to see.
"I am so wet for you Santa. I’m sweeter than a candy cane," I loudly proclaimed in my best Marylin Monroe voice, my eyes smoldering with lust looking out over the crowd as my flushed body shuddered with passion.
Unable to hold the scale position any longer I dropped my leg, gracefully moving into the kneeling position jiggling my titties at the audience to start my more traditional block moves. The whole time the auctioneer was soliciting bids when he ordered me to my feet and to turn around.
"Display," he ordered, presenting my exquisitely sculpted ass with two nice welts on the right buttock to the audience before continuing his bid call, “I’m at $45,000, now $45, I need $46, gimmie $46, got $45, somebody gimmie $46 ….”
I smoothly stood, turned around, and bent over with my head between my knees keeping my legs straight as my long hair fell into the sand. My adrenaline was pumping knowing the bright red butt plug was on display suddenly blinking brightly while vibrating, reminding all the bidders that my anal virginity was for sale. Self-consciously I felt like I had Rudolph’s glowing red nose sticking out of my ass as I looked out into the audience, playfully giving them a wink and blowing them a kiss while enticingly wiggling my hips showing off the firmness of my very spankable glutes.
Crack!
“Handstand!” the auctioneer ordered, snapping the whip right next to my soaked pussy, so close that I once again felt the pop from the air. It was demeaning yet highly arousing being treated like an over-sexed circus animal performing a trick on center stage for the amusement of the audience as my ringmaster continued his bid patter.
Quickly I moved into position arranging myself so that I was standing on my hands, facing the audience, but upside down making my D-cup boobies stand out like a pair of torpedoes armed at the tips with my large still moist erect gumdrops primed to go off. The auctioneer took note while I held my position silently counting to three.
“Check out those big ole gravity-defying pom poms on this smoking hot college cheerleader. Gimmie a bid! I got $46, somebody gimmie $47 ….”
I did a perfect split, with one leg forward pointing out towards the audience and one leg back, such that my pussy overflowing with arousal angled towards the auctioneer when it happened. Much like squeezing water out of a sponge moving into that position somehow squeezed out a rivulet of pussy juice that ran down my stomach stopping right above my belly button.
The auctioneer called out, "All y'all, look at dat slut's drippy slave snatch. This debutant’s honey pot’s overflow’n with sweet nectar dripp’n down onto her firm tummy. Gimmie a bid! I got $46, I need $47, ….”
I brought both my legs back together over my head briefly holding the position before splitting my legs sideways turning myself into a perfect T with my legs parallel to the ground, showing off my muscular thighs and soft flesh while loudly calling out, “Santa, buy this Holiday Ho.”
The auctioneer chimed in, “Now that's a perfect Sheldon. I’ll be damned, it's only the day after Thanksgiving and y’all can see all the way to Christmas and into the New Year! Gimmie a bid."
I brought my legs back up together after the second split, held them for a 2-count, and then back rolled into the next position, "Slave Fours," with my ass high and showing off both of my openings.
Looking over my shoulder at the audience with my “I need to be fucked now” look I called out, “Light this Christmas slut’s virgin ass on fire. Ream me with your Yuletide log.”
I was living in the moment turning around into the slave kneel position facing the crowd. A randy slave girl showing off her wares. Last week as a coed, I wouldn’t have given any of them the time of day. Today I was an unattainable dream for most of them, but for the select few that could afford my high price. And they all knew it!
With a seductive look on my face, I licked my lips pleading, "Santa, may I please suck your big candy cane? Let me lick your chestnuts all over before inhaling your north pole to the root."
Giving my jugs a little jiggle, I merrily sang, “Buy me Santa, This Holiday Ho can be naughty AND nice.”
The auctioneer called out, “Imagine your cock between those Christmas pillows. I’m at $47,000, got $47, gimmie $48 ….
I then flipped over to slave fours, looking over my right shoulder to the audience with my naughty look and slapped my firm picturesque buns of steel hard twice, making a loud smacking sound while reddening my ass cheeks.
"Spank me when I'm naughty, spank me haaaard," I squealed in my bad girl voice while giving myself one more hard spank for emphasis, leaving a handprint on my left buttock, nicely complementing the two welt marks on the other before wiggling my derriere suggestively.
I then dropped my face and tits onto the ground, back arched, grinding my nipples into the coarse sand, spreading my knees farther apart lewdly exposing my leaking cunt and plugged rosebud. Sand stuck to the wet patches between my thighs. The humiliation, or was it excitement, of exposing myself in such an obscene way in front of hundreds of people was incredibly arousing. Lost in my slave haze I couldn’t be sure which it was, but I was acting like a whore advertising her wares. But that’s what I was, a skanky slave girl selling her wet pussy to the highest bidder. Trying to drive up the price for the privilege of fucking me. I was a lady no more—just a slut who NEEDED to be used.
"Buy my Santa, fuck this horny slave in her dripping wet cunt. Be the first to jam your big candy cane up my tight virgin ass and fuck me hard. I need it; set my virgin ass on fire with your Yuletide log,” I lustfully chanted all while furiously masturbating just like a desperate pleasure slut demonstrating her block heat while chasing her ever-important next slave-gasm.
I soon caught mine.
Lost in a sexual delirium I started babbling incoherent nonsense. My vivid imagination ran wild, visualizing my slave self held down in this position, my mature master’s fingers entwined in my hair pinning my face to the ground as he took my last virginity with his big rock-hard cock in one forceful thrust.
Erupting into a glorious frenzy, I somehow lustfully cried out, “Santa, make it buuuurrrnnnn."
Seeing stars and flashes of color before my eyes I shuddered, squirting a fountain of fluid out into the sand below me, cumming hard while the most powerful orgasm of my young life took off as I collapsed, writhing in the sand consumed by my slave heat. Somehow, I flipped over onto my back while feverishly working my clit and fondling my breasts with my legs spread wide with my knees bent giving the audience a show. My orgasm momentarily waned until another bigger, stronger tsunami overtook me.
Lifting my ass off the ground and humping the air while arching my back, I squealed, "Let me cum with you, creaming all over your candy cane while you flood me with your baby batter."
I exploded, squirting once more into the sand. Lost in my slave haze I wasn’t sure if this was one gigantic never-ending orgasm that ebbed and flowed, coming back with a vengeance like waves crashing down in a storm or multiple climaxes, one right after the other. I didn’t care which. All I knew was that the intensity would forever be seared into my memory as I shuddered in bliss under the bright lights of Broadway.
I shivered one last time as my frenzy waned as the bid chant soared with a fury, “I’m at $48, now $48, I need $49, I got $48, somebody gimmie $49, ….”
The auctioneer brought me out of my reverie when with a burning flick on my right breast with his whip.
"Slave kneel," he ordered before returning to his cattle rattle, “I’m at $49, now $49, I need $50, I got $49, somebody gimmie $50, ….
The rest of my auction occurred in a blur. I was in the slave kneel position, my glistening pussy on lewd display back arched mauling one of my boobies with one hand frantically jilling myself with the other trying to prolong my slave-gasm as the bidding wound down.
“$51,000 bid, I need $51, I just got $60, …. Going once, twice …, Sold!” and the gavel came down with a loud "Crack."
I had been sold! Is this for real? It felt like I was living one of my slave girl fantasy dreams, only better. I suddenly couldn’t wait for Christmas morning this year!
I heard the auctioneer announce my buyer, "Lot 63 sold to bid number 303 from Old Greenwich Connecticut. This sale is final."
The realization sunk in that someone had just paid $60,000 for me! I couldn’t believe it. Way more than I ever imagined. I knelt in the coarse sand like many slaves before me feeling a surge of pride at my high price mixed with a fleeting sense of dread.
Fuck, I was now a slave for a week! Who bought me? My imagination started running wild; I’d had Daddy Master fantasies lately. What would he make me do? Would he share me with others, how many? I didn’t want to wait; I felt like I was five again and Christmas couldn’t come soon enough. What happens now? I wondered kneeling in the sand in a slave daze as my smoldering slave heat reignited with hunger.
Glancing up I saw my sale information on a screen next to my Christmas Card photo. Lot 63 sold for $60,000 to Bidder 303. Total time on the block 81 seconds. It felt much longer like I’d spent a lifetime up there. My block heat rating was out the roof leaving me with mixed feelings ranging between shame at my very public display and pride that I had bagged my Prime rating earning the title of Sandy Foot Girl. There was no walking this back now.
My stats were right next to that slut Charlene’s and compared to me, that whore was a frigid bitch. My block heat was a stellar 10. She only had an 8 with a price of $63,000. My heart sank when I realized feeling a pang of jealousy that she went for a few thousand more than me even with the lower slave heat rating. Was there something I could have done better to beat her price?
Then I saw myself on another television monitor, diddling myself covered in sand. It was everywhere on me. In my hair, on my feet, stuck to my legs, knees, breasts, and arms. There were large clumps around my pussy, which was visibly wet still dripping down my thighs. I could feel the sand in between my toes, in the crack of my ass, in my pussy, and even taste it in my mouth.
I was kneeling there with a finger up my coochie panting while blushing with a mixture of pride and embarrassment, stupidly looking around with a 'what now' expression on my face. I had an undignified vacant sex-crazed look in my eyes; I had become the total pleasure slut that my Mama envisioned when she encouraged me to embrace being sold as a Christmas Coed. The silly, slutty slave whore that brazenly masturbates until she squirts hard in the sand while her virtue is sold. And I squirted three times in 81 seconds! I was now and forever a true Sandy Foot Girl, just like my Momma. Pride overwhelmed my sense of shame. Oh my God, I was still surfing my seeping slit, even with the gritty sand in the way. I had it bad!
Slowly I rose to my feet standing on shaky legs while still coming down from the most intense orgasm of my young life trying for another as it dawned on me that I was not playing a slave girl anymore. This was real and I had been sold as someone’s sex toy to do with as he pleased. Even if it was only for a week over Christmas break. Yet still I was sexually aroused, wanting more, like the horny slave girl in my fantasies. What was happening to me? Had the submissive that my Mama saw hidden within me truly broken free? I now had to wait four long weeks for Christmas to find out. How was I ever going to study for finals let alone sleep at night?
Two slave wranglers caught my attention, quickly approaching me as the auctioneer slapped my ass, propelling me towards them and reality hit hard, I was about to be branded. Suddenly I didn’t want that! The Big D logo painfully burned permanently into my left butt cheek to remind me of this moment for the rest of my life. Seeing the fear in my eyes one slave wrangler held a slave goad in his hand, waving it in front of my face as he turned it on to send me a very clear message.
"Backhands," ordered the other slave wrangler.
I quickly complied, putting my hands behind my back, and the next thing I knew I was in handcuffs connected with a small chain that easily clipped onto my collar. My hands were secured in the middle of my back, well above my ass.
"Your ass is all mine if you misbehave," sneered the slave wrangler as he slapped my tooshie with his tawse getting my attention, moving me out of the way as the auctioneer introduced the next piece of ass for sale, Kelsey.
"Open that slut mouth nice and big for me," ordered the other wrangler as he pulled out a bite gag.
When I opened my mouth, he jammed the bite gag into my mouth, pulling it securely into the back of my jaw and locking it in place. It was a foul-tasting piece of industrial rubber that tasted like it had never been washed, complete with the teeth marks from previous owners.
Kelsey made her grand entrance as the clerk of the auctioneer reached over, using some tool scanned the barcode candy cane cattle tag on my ear changing my status from inventory for sale to sold. He then put an orange sold sticker with a barcode on my collar. This rough handling made it clear that I was merchandise, a commodity, a piece of livestock, they treated me just like any slave girl sold for years even if I would only be a slave for a mere week.
The wranglers marched me to the edge of the stage, picked me up by my arms, and lowered me over the edge. Glancing back, I saw Kelsey standing tall in all her magnificence in the present position with a beaming smile and sultry bedroom eyes. Damn, she looked glorious!
Looking down I was greeted by a grinning Master Darwin who reached up and grabbed me by my armpits and effortlessly lowered me to a concrete floor.
With a big grin on his face, Darwin exclaimed, “Damn debutante, that was some slave heat! I don’t recall ever seeing a slut squizzle into the sand three times!”
I just grinned dumbly at him. That rating wouldn’t have been possible without his and Taylor’s help. Four weeks ago, I’d asked her to introduce me to lesbian sex. I was scared that I would have to perform together with another girl on the block or do unmentionable things to amuse a perv wrangler. Being the type A person I was, I needed to be prepared, and oh boy did Taylor get me ready igniting my slave heat as I thought back to that fateful night when I knocked hesitantly on her door.
To be continued (with a flashback?).
Crack!
The auctioneer cracked his whip so close to my rear that I could feel the air rush over the folds of my wet pussy while yelling a command that I couldn’t comprehend in my current block heat induced stupor. His warning sounded louder than a gunshot with little effect. I was rooted in place, lost in a deep slave haze with this incredible orgasm coursing through my body.
My fingers never slowed while polishing my pearl as I took in the raucous crowd of 400-500 people in the theatre-like auditorium. If anything, the audience’s presence fueled my frenzy as I happily convulsed in orgasmic bliss before them. Weirdly, I felt like I had found my true calling until my thoughts were rudely interrupted.
Crack!
The whip exploded laying a line of fire across my right buttock interrupting my perfect orgasm well before it had run its natural course. I’d never felt pain like this before and didn’t want to feel it again. I leaped to my feet; the auctioneer had my attention now!
“Present,” cried the auctioneer, his tone indicating his irritation with my premature slave-gasm induced disobedience.
Thankfully the muscle memory from my high school slave yoga and months spent refining my block routine as an SLT paid off. I moved with tremors from my frenzy still flowing through my body. It was showtime! Even if I was still climaxing. Like a well-oiled machine I gracefully stood moving my hands behind my head causing my big boobies to stick out enticingly towards the crowd; looking out at my audience longingly I smiled seductively and loudly called out to the crowd.
"Slavery is my destiny, please buy me Santa."
The auctioneer introduced me to the bidders, “Lot 63 is SLT freshman legacy pledge Belinda Craig, a flyer on the SMU cheerleading squad and the youngest child of James and Mandy Craig of the Preston Hollow neighborhood of Dallas. This debutante performed a perfect Texas Dip while being introduced to high society at the Presentation Ball just last Spring. Let’s see this Dallas socialite stripped of her expensive ball gown perform one for you now.”
I stood in an aroused daze under the bright lights of the auction block with my bare feet in the coarse sand. Engulfed by the heady odor of raw sex from the sweat and vaginal discharge of the countless slave girls that had gone before me showing off their wares on the Broadway auction block. In my current state, this strangely erotic perfume fueled my slave haze, overwhelming rational thought as my pussy swollen with arousal throbbed out of control while my right hand inched downward. I wasn’t paying attention to the auctioneer; only wanting to cum in front of the crowd.
The whip erupted with a “Crack!”, laying another line of fire across my right buttock, getting my attention once more as I snapped back into position eliciting some chuckles from the crowd.
“Damn, that’s some pricy blue-blooded slave heat; dropping a champagne shower in the sand. As you can see on the screen this Dallas princess traded in her tiara, gown, evening gloves, and pearl necklace for a slave collar and not much else. Now let’s see that Texas Dip as promised,” ordered the now amused auctioneer seeing an opportunity to boost my price knowing full well that giving a privileged debutante a taste of the whip would fuel a bidding frenzy.
I seriously doubted many of my fellow debutantes found themselves performing a perfect Texas Dip naked on an auction block. As elegantly as I could in my current state, I began the ritualistic curtsey right when the butt plug started vibrating, further stimulating my still pulsing pussy. Hours of practice saved me, I moved my feet and arms into position before lowering myself into the "pretzel-like" seated position while keeping my back straight and arms extended out to the side before gracefully bowing forward, looking out at the audience with lust-filled eyes I gave them a dazzling smile catching sight of myself on the screen’s split picture.
One side depicted me bowing very ladylike while wearing my formal white ball gown, matching white evening gloves, a pearl necklace, and my hair up in a tiara, bright-eyed with a beaming smile on my face. Traditionally the ball was where proper young ladies were introduced to society as eligible for marriage.
Next to it, I was reduced to my natural state; naked with a sheen of perspiration coating my body, sand stuck to my knees, the slave collar replacing the pearls, my hair in disarray, and my large erect gumdrop nipples protruding from silver dollar areolae. I had the same beaming smile, but my face was either blushing with embarrassment, flushed with arousal, or a combination of the two.
Most striking were my eyes, slightly glazed, lidded with sexual hunger giving me the look of a wanton pleasure slut only interested in her next orgasm. Was that the real me stripped bare for everyone to see? Willing to do any deviant sex act to cum again? Oh my God, my sudden realization of what I would do startled me a little as my pussy throbbed needily. Ever since I pledged the SLTs I’ve slowly gone through a metamorphosis from the prim and proper debutant to the decadent sex slave for sale to the highest bidder. My slave heat had possessed me, transforming me into that pathetic unladylike creature on the screen.
With my entire body hyper-stimulated with sexual desire, I dropped my head submissively holding the pose. The auctioneer left me bowing with the plug vibrating in my ass while my vaginal muscles continued to contract. Fear of the burning bite from the whip was all that kept me from jilling myself right there on the stage as the auctioneer took this opportunity to let the audience know that I came from good breeding stock.
“Yup, her Mama was a SLT too, attending the prestigious Broadstone Etiquette Academy for Women after graduating from SMU. Today we’re taking this debutante from the social registry to the National Slave Registry. What am I bid for this juicy piece of blue-blooded Prime Texas slave snatch.”
“Present,” ordered the auctioneer before falling into his bid call, “Starting at the reserve price of $20,000, now $20, I need $21, I just got $35, somebody just offered $35 for this high-quality pussy, gimmie $36, ….”
Fluidly I stood as the pleasure slut, not the debutante, with a sultry smile loudly proclaiming once more, "Slavery is my destiny, please buy me, Santa."
The auctioneer paused from his bid call, promoting my biggest assets, “Check out the magnificent udders on this SLT. Lick dem nips slave girl. I’m at $37,000, now $37, I need $38, ….”
I compliantly hefted my girls, offering them to the crowd giggling loudly, “Santa, buy me so you can play with my jiggle bells.”
With the auctioneer’s cattle rattle in the background, I raised my boobies while leaning forward taking my right nipple into my mouth, making a show of nursing on it. Damn, that felt good; I need to do this more often! My warm wet tongue sent jolts of pleasure straight to my clitty causing me to noticeably shudder as my slave-gasm picked up once more. I wasn’t sure if this was one long climax with peaks and valleys or the start of a new one. Frankly, I didn’t care.
Demonstrating the slutty friskiness of a SLT legacy I made a show of leaving a copious amount of saliva on my engorged nipple when I spit it out leaving a string from my nipple to my outstretched tongue before it broke as I moved over to the other. Teasing myself, and the audience even more I licked around my nipple all over the silver dollar areola before homing in my big gumdrop-sized nubbin, nursing on it like there was no tomorrow.
My block heated boiled over; did I mention that I have super sensitive nipples? The erotic sensations from the cool breeze on my wet nubster coupled with what I was doing to myself with my mouth had me on the verge of a nipplegasm. I’d heard about these but never experienced one until now; standing in the sand as men bid to own me to do with what they wanted. My overexposed pussy felt as if it was leaking like a sieve.
Oh my God, was I literally dripping in the sand for everyone to see? That thought sent a shiver down my spine. I had an excessively moist vagina when aroused, always leaving a big wet spot in the sheets after sex and often resorting to wearing a panty liner on dates with cute boys I liked. When I confided my “problem” with my Mama, she said there was nothing to worry about. She was the same way, and it was just good genes. I didn’t understand her point until now.
There was something about this place and my current situation that made it more intense, giving me a constantly “drippy slave snatch” per the staff here. Every time someone checked my slave heat, whether a wrangler or grader while on display, I was wet and willing as their fingers easily slid right into my tight moist pussy. I knew it wasn’t the same for all the slave girls here.
It dawned on me as my pussy dripped into the sand that my affliction was an asset while showing off my wares on the Broadway auction block at the Big D Slave Market. My physical appearance and slave heat determined my block value. No sane free woman ever wanted to be in this position, but high school slave yoga and months of practicing my block routine at SLT had conditioned me for this moment. Squirting in the sand while in the throes of a block-gasm and showing off my drippy slave snatch made me stand out. My slave heat was off the charts indicating acceptance of my future use as some rich man’s sex toy. That’s what the bidders were looking for. I needed to own it and own it I did.
Accepting that my vaginal fluids were destined to drip into the sand, mingling with the thousands of wanton pleasure sluts before me, I eagerly tongue-lashed my nipple while pinching down hard on the other triggering a mini slave-gasm. Needing more stimulation to have a true squirting slave-gasm, the one I deserved before being rudely interrupted by the auctioneer, I slowly inched a hand towards my happy button hoping the auctioneer wouldn’t notice.
But he did.
Crack!
Another line of fire lit up the side of my right tit! With a crack of his whip that mean ole auctioneer stopped me before I could enjoy my nipplegasm, while ordering, “Present! I’m at $39,000, now $39, I need $40, somebody give me $40, ….”
Smoothly I moved into the position with my legs spread shoulder-width apart and my hands once more behind my neck. My milky white titties jiggle like Jell-O enticingly from the sudden movement with my reddish erect nipples standing out glistening under the lights.
Saucily I gave them a little extra wiggle while singing out, “Who wants to play with my jiggle bells? Buy me Santa.”
If you got it, flaunt it; and I did, acting like a tease. I couldn’t believe how much fun it was to act like a slut in front of a crowd! Their cheers fed my slave heat, spurring me on.
Crack! He flicked his whip barely grazing my right buttock, more for the shock value than pain, commanding, "Let’s see whatcha got, cheerleader! I’m at $40,000, now $40, I need $41, someone gimmie $41, …."
With my lady bits still convulsing my muscle memory kicked in saving the day once more. Turning 90 degrees to the right so that my left side was facing the audience I raised my left foot behind me, grabbing it with my left hand. I pushed my left foot up towards the ceiling, arching my back while keeping my right leg locked straight and firmly planted in the sand. Once my foot was level with my ear, I turned my elbow forward pulling my foot as high above my head as possible and keeping my knee bent while reaching back with my right hand securing my foot with both hands well above my head with both elbows pointing forward with my slightly bent knee pointing in the opposite direction away from my body. My beautifully arched back, legs, and arms made an oval.
The scorpion position was a move I had performed hundreds of times, held high on a pyramid of cheerleaders in front of a crowd. Even naked standing in the sand of Broadway in a deep slave haze, with tremors from my climax coursing through my body, it was like second nature for me. I was a sight to behold with my back arched enticingly to the breaking point, big titties capped with my dark red nipple boners glistening with my saliva prominently displayed jutting out, and my pussy lips peeling open putting my moist pink hole on lewd display for all to see.
Even the auctioneer was distracted and stuttered to a halt for a brief moment before exclaiming, “Lawd, y’all kin see clear to the promised land! Who’ll gimme $41,000 to go to the promised land? This drippy slave snatch will be under your Christmas tree. I'm at $40,000, now $40, I need $41, how bout we jump to $45, gimmie $45, got $40, somebody gimmie $45 ….”
After holding my pose for a count of three I transitioned into a straight-legged Scorpion straightening my left leg until the toe pointed to the ceiling creating a straight line with my legs while holding my calf in place with my hands. My titties still jutted out to the side with my wet cunt and ass even more lewdly exposed than before, holding this indecent position to the raucous cheers of the crowd as the auctioneer’s cattle rattle droned on as my price continued to climb.
I held this pose for a few seconds before transitioning into the Scale position, turning my torso towards the crowd, slightly lowering my leg, holding it in place with my left arm while reaching out to the right with my other arm turning my body into a perfect “Y”. I could feel rivulets of vaginal fluids running down my inner thigh spurring me to run two fingers from my right hand through my dripping pussy lips giving my clitty a flourish causing my vagina to convulse in the process.
Scooping up a profuse amount of pussy juice I brought my fingers to my mouth just like Master Darwin instructed. I sucked on them and then pulled them out, enticingly licking each finger with my tongue to ensure I captured every drop all while holding the scale position. I could feel my sweet nectar running from my honey pot down my inner thigh, visible under the bright lights making my block heat evident for all to see.
"I am so wet for you Santa. I’m sweeter than a candy cane," I loudly proclaimed in my best Marylin Monroe voice, my eyes smoldering with lust looking out over the crowd as my flushed body shuddered with passion.
Unable to hold the scale position any longer I dropped my leg, gracefully moving into the kneeling position jiggling my titties at the audience to start my more traditional block moves. The whole time the auctioneer was soliciting bids when he ordered me to my feet and to turn around.
"Display," he ordered, presenting my exquisitely sculpted ass with two nice welts on the right buttock to the audience before continuing his bid call, “I’m at $45,000, now $45, I need $46, gimmie $46, got $45, somebody gimmie $46 ….”
I smoothly stood, turned around, and bent over with my head between my knees keeping my legs straight as my long hair fell into the sand. My adrenaline was pumping knowing the bright red butt plug was on display suddenly blinking brightly while vibrating, reminding all the bidders that my anal virginity was for sale. Self-consciously I felt like I had Rudolph’s glowing red nose sticking out of my ass as I looked out into the audience, playfully giving them a wink and blowing them a kiss while enticingly wiggling my hips showing off the firmness of my very spankable glutes.
Crack!
“Handstand!” the auctioneer ordered, snapping the whip right next to my soaked pussy, so close that I once again felt the pop from the air. It was demeaning yet highly arousing being treated like an over-sexed circus animal performing a trick on center stage for the amusement of the audience as my ringmaster continued his bid patter.
Quickly I moved into position arranging myself so that I was standing on my hands, facing the audience, but upside down making my D-cup boobies stand out like a pair of torpedoes armed at the tips with my large still moist erect gumdrops primed to go off. The auctioneer took note while I held my position silently counting to three.
“Check out those big ole gravity-defying pom poms on this smoking hot college cheerleader. Gimmie a bid! I got $46, somebody gimmie $47 ….”
I did a perfect split, with one leg forward pointing out towards the audience and one leg back, such that my pussy overflowing with arousal angled towards the auctioneer when it happened. Much like squeezing water out of a sponge moving into that position somehow squeezed out a rivulet of pussy juice that ran down my stomach stopping right above my belly button.
The auctioneer called out, "All y'all, look at dat slut's drippy slave snatch. This debutant’s honey pot’s overflow’n with sweet nectar dripp’n down onto her firm tummy. Gimmie a bid! I got $46, I need $47, ….”
I brought both my legs back together over my head briefly holding the position before splitting my legs sideways turning myself into a perfect T with my legs parallel to the ground, showing off my muscular thighs and soft flesh while loudly calling out, “Santa, buy this Holiday Ho.”
The auctioneer chimed in, “Now that's a perfect Sheldon. I’ll be damned, it's only the day after Thanksgiving and y’all can see all the way to Christmas and into the New Year! Gimmie a bid."
I brought my legs back up together after the second split, held them for a 2-count, and then back rolled into the next position, "Slave Fours," with my ass high and showing off both of my openings.
Looking over my shoulder at the audience with my “I need to be fucked now” look I called out, “Light this Christmas slut’s virgin ass on fire. Ream me with your Yuletide log.”
I was living in the moment turning around into the slave kneel position facing the crowd. A randy slave girl showing off her wares. Last week as a coed, I wouldn’t have given any of them the time of day. Today I was an unattainable dream for most of them, but for the select few that could afford my high price. And they all knew it!
With a seductive look on my face, I licked my lips pleading, "Santa, may I please suck your big candy cane? Let me lick your chestnuts all over before inhaling your north pole to the root."
Giving my jugs a little jiggle, I merrily sang, “Buy me Santa, This Holiday Ho can be naughty AND nice.”
The auctioneer called out, “Imagine your cock between those Christmas pillows. I’m at $47,000, got $47, gimmie $48 ….
I then flipped over to slave fours, looking over my right shoulder to the audience with my naughty look and slapped my firm picturesque buns of steel hard twice, making a loud smacking sound while reddening my ass cheeks.
"Spank me when I'm naughty, spank me haaaard," I squealed in my bad girl voice while giving myself one more hard spank for emphasis, leaving a handprint on my left buttock, nicely complementing the two welt marks on the other before wiggling my derriere suggestively.
I then dropped my face and tits onto the ground, back arched, grinding my nipples into the coarse sand, spreading my knees farther apart lewdly exposing my leaking cunt and plugged rosebud. Sand stuck to the wet patches between my thighs. The humiliation, or was it excitement, of exposing myself in such an obscene way in front of hundreds of people was incredibly arousing. Lost in my slave haze I couldn’t be sure which it was, but I was acting like a whore advertising her wares. But that’s what I was, a skanky slave girl selling her wet pussy to the highest bidder. Trying to drive up the price for the privilege of fucking me. I was a lady no more—just a slut who NEEDED to be used.
"Buy my Santa, fuck this horny slave in her dripping wet cunt. Be the first to jam your big candy cane up my tight virgin ass and fuck me hard. I need it; set my virgin ass on fire with your Yuletide log,” I lustfully chanted all while furiously masturbating just like a desperate pleasure slut demonstrating her block heat while chasing her ever-important next slave-gasm.
I soon caught mine.
Lost in a sexual delirium I started babbling incoherent nonsense. My vivid imagination ran wild, visualizing my slave self held down in this position, my mature master’s fingers entwined in my hair pinning my face to the ground as he took my last virginity with his big rock-hard cock in one forceful thrust.
Erupting into a glorious frenzy, I somehow lustfully cried out, “Santa, make it buuuurrrnnnn."
Seeing stars and flashes of color before my eyes I shuddered, squirting a fountain of fluid out into the sand below me, cumming hard while the most powerful orgasm of my young life took off as I collapsed, writhing in the sand consumed by my slave heat. Somehow, I flipped over onto my back while feverishly working my clit and fondling my breasts with my legs spread wide with my knees bent giving the audience a show. My orgasm momentarily waned until another bigger, stronger tsunami overtook me.
Lifting my ass off the ground and humping the air while arching my back, I squealed, "Let me cum with you, creaming all over your candy cane while you flood me with your baby batter."
I exploded, squirting once more into the sand. Lost in my slave haze I wasn’t sure if this was one gigantic never-ending orgasm that ebbed and flowed, coming back with a vengeance like waves crashing down in a storm or multiple climaxes, one right after the other. I didn’t care which. All I knew was that the intensity would forever be seared into my memory as I shuddered in bliss under the bright lights of Broadway.
I shivered one last time as my frenzy waned as the bid chant soared with a fury, “I’m at $48, now $48, I need $49, I got $48, somebody gimmie $49, ….”
The auctioneer brought me out of my reverie when with a burning flick on my right breast with his whip.
"Slave kneel," he ordered before returning to his cattle rattle, “I’m at $49, now $49, I need $50, I got $49, somebody gimmie $50, ….
The rest of my auction occurred in a blur. I was in the slave kneel position, my glistening pussy on lewd display back arched mauling one of my boobies with one hand frantically jilling myself with the other trying to prolong my slave-gasm as the bidding wound down.
“$51,000 bid, I need $51, I just got $60, …. Going once, twice …, Sold!” and the gavel came down with a loud "Crack."
I had been sold! Is this for real? It felt like I was living one of my slave girl fantasy dreams, only better. I suddenly couldn’t wait for Christmas morning this year!
I heard the auctioneer announce my buyer, "Lot 63 sold to bid number 303 from Old Greenwich Connecticut. This sale is final."
The realization sunk in that someone had just paid $60,000 for me! I couldn’t believe it. Way more than I ever imagined. I knelt in the coarse sand like many slaves before me feeling a surge of pride at my high price mixed with a fleeting sense of dread.
Fuck, I was now a slave for a week! Who bought me? My imagination started running wild; I’d had Daddy Master fantasies lately. What would he make me do? Would he share me with others, how many? I didn’t want to wait; I felt like I was five again and Christmas couldn’t come soon enough. What happens now? I wondered kneeling in the sand in a slave daze as my smoldering slave heat reignited with hunger.
Glancing up I saw my sale information on a screen next to my Christmas Card photo. Lot 63 sold for $60,000 to Bidder 303. Total time on the block 81 seconds. It felt much longer like I’d spent a lifetime up there. My block heat rating was out the roof leaving me with mixed feelings ranging between shame at my very public display and pride that I had bagged my Prime rating earning the title of Sandy Foot Girl. There was no walking this back now.
My stats were right next to that slut Charlene’s and compared to me, that whore was a frigid bitch. My block heat was a stellar 10. She only had an 8 with a price of $63,000. My heart sank when I realized feeling a pang of jealousy that she went for a few thousand more than me even with the lower slave heat rating. Was there something I could have done better to beat her price?
Then I saw myself on another television monitor, diddling myself covered in sand. It was everywhere on me. In my hair, on my feet, stuck to my legs, knees, breasts, and arms. There were large clumps around my pussy, which was visibly wet still dripping down my thighs. I could feel the sand in between my toes, in the crack of my ass, in my pussy, and even taste it in my mouth.
I was kneeling there with a finger up my coochie panting while blushing with a mixture of pride and embarrassment, stupidly looking around with a 'what now' expression on my face. I had an undignified vacant sex-crazed look in my eyes; I had become the total pleasure slut that my Mama envisioned when she encouraged me to embrace being sold as a Christmas Coed. The silly, slutty slave whore that brazenly masturbates until she squirts hard in the sand while her virtue is sold. And I squirted three times in 81 seconds! I was now and forever a true Sandy Foot Girl, just like my Momma. Pride overwhelmed my sense of shame. Oh my God, I was still surfing my seeping slit, even with the gritty sand in the way. I had it bad!
Slowly I rose to my feet standing on shaky legs while still coming down from the most intense orgasm of my young life trying for another as it dawned on me that I was not playing a slave girl anymore. This was real and I had been sold as someone’s sex toy to do with as he pleased. Even if it was only for a week over Christmas break. Yet still I was sexually aroused, wanting more, like the horny slave girl in my fantasies. What was happening to me? Had the submissive that my Mama saw hidden within me truly broken free? I now had to wait four long weeks for Christmas to find out. How was I ever going to study for finals let alone sleep at night?
Two slave wranglers caught my attention, quickly approaching me as the auctioneer slapped my ass, propelling me towards them and reality hit hard, I was about to be branded. Suddenly I didn’t want that! The Big D logo painfully burned permanently into my left butt cheek to remind me of this moment for the rest of my life. Seeing the fear in my eyes one slave wrangler held a slave goad in his hand, waving it in front of my face as he turned it on to send me a very clear message.
"Backhands," ordered the other slave wrangler.
I quickly complied, putting my hands behind my back, and the next thing I knew I was in handcuffs connected with a small chain that easily clipped onto my collar. My hands were secured in the middle of my back, well above my ass.
"Your ass is all mine if you misbehave," sneered the slave wrangler as he slapped my tooshie with his tawse getting my attention, moving me out of the way as the auctioneer introduced the next piece of ass for sale, Kelsey.
"Open that slut mouth nice and big for me," ordered the other wrangler as he pulled out a bite gag.
When I opened my mouth, he jammed the bite gag into my mouth, pulling it securely into the back of my jaw and locking it in place. It was a foul-tasting piece of industrial rubber that tasted like it had never been washed, complete with the teeth marks from previous owners.
Kelsey made her grand entrance as the clerk of the auctioneer reached over, using some tool scanned the barcode candy cane cattle tag on my ear changing my status from inventory for sale to sold. He then put an orange sold sticker with a barcode on my collar. This rough handling made it clear that I was merchandise, a commodity, a piece of livestock, they treated me just like any slave girl sold for years even if I would only be a slave for a mere week.
The wranglers marched me to the edge of the stage, picked me up by my arms, and lowered me over the edge. Glancing back, I saw Kelsey standing tall in all her magnificence in the present position with a beaming smile and sultry bedroom eyes. Damn, she looked glorious!
Looking down I was greeted by a grinning Master Darwin who reached up and grabbed me by my armpits and effortlessly lowered me to a concrete floor.
With a big grin on his face, Darwin exclaimed, “Damn debutante, that was some slave heat! I don’t recall ever seeing a slut squizzle into the sand three times!”
I just grinned dumbly at him. That rating wouldn’t have been possible without his and Taylor’s help. Four weeks ago, I’d asked her to introduce me to lesbian sex. I was scared that I would have to perform together with another girl on the block or do unmentionable things to amuse a perv wrangler. Being the type A person I was, I needed to be prepared, and oh boy did Taylor get me ready igniting my slave heat as I thought back to that fateful night when I knocked hesitantly on her door.
To be continued (with a flashback?).
