Kingston, Sara - Grace's Final Submission [Locks and Chains] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (6 page)

“Darling, you look nervous. Let me guess, first time?” the male slave asked.

“Yes, is it so obvious? I’m really worried this is a big mistake.”

“Don’t worry, darling. Getting to this point is the hardest part. After this, you don’t have very many decisions to make.”

“I know. I just hope I get a good Master, someone right for me.”

“You could always get a Mistress.”

“Shit! I hope not. I actually hadn’t thought about that. Wait a minute, is that true for everyone here? Could I end up with a man or a woman?”

“Yes, honey, we don’t choose our Masters. If you wanted that, you should’ve stuck with being a sub.” Grace went into a panic. Her stomach knotted and rolled
. I have always been curious about being with a woman, but not on an ongoing basis, more like a drunken one-night event. Shit, how do I get out of this? I am so not ready…

“Hey, don’t worry, sweetie. They know you’re new and untrained, right? You can always bail out after the auction. So calm down and breathe. You’ll be okay.”

Grace didn’t notice that she’d been holding her breath. Exhaling and breathing deeply, she focused on calming herself.

Dan walked into the waiting room and up to Grace. “Slave Grace, it’s your turn.” Grace stayed seated. Her body was frozen in terror. Dan bent to whisper in her ear so the other slaves wouldn’t hear. “Grace, come on. You can do it. There’s nothing to be frightened of.”

Steeling herself, she stood on shaking legs and walked with Master Dan toward the stage. Grace had not anticipated so many people being at the auction. The room was filled with
Doms
and
Dommes
. Some had their subs or slaves with them. Where had all these people come from, she thought
.

Holding her head high and trying to suppress the heat in her face at the mortification of being on display, she walked proudly to the side of the stage. She knew she wasn’t as young and certainly not as beautiful as some of the other slaves she’d met being auctioned tonight.
Don’t pity yourself. With youth comes stupidity and with age comes grace. True beauty is soul deep.

With her newly reinforced self-esteem intact, she lifted her eyes and gazed at the audience. It was a strange feeling. She never would have thought of herself as an exhibitionist, but she couldn’t deny the sexual excitement coursing through her body at the thought of all these people looking at her.

Jason sat with Michael in the third row. They’d been sitting waiting for the past twenty minutes, as lot after lot was auctioned. Now, finally, if the program was correct, Grace was the next lot. Both he and Michael were near bouncing with excitement. A shiver ran up his spine as he turned and saw a slave in white lingerie led toward the stage. His hand itched to mark her ass. His cock jumped and hardened, demanding to mount and thrust deep in her. He tapped Michael’s shoulder, and Michael turned to look at the woman walking toward the stage. Michael smiled with a slight nod, telling him without words she was the one. Jason’s inner beast roared in thanks. He had never felt so dominant before. Settling back in his seat, he watched as the slave stepped onto the stage.
This is perfect. She is perfect. Fuck, it’s official. I’m a genius!

“Masters and Mistresses, let us continue with the next lot. This next item up for bidding, you will find in your guide, is Slave Grace. She’s a contract slave, completely untrained. You will be bidding on a six-month servitude contract.” He turned toward Grace who was standing to the side with Dan.

“Slave, walk to the red cross on the floor and wait.” To his right was the cross, marked out with red tape. He watched Grace walk to the cross and stand, shoulders back, arms crossed behind her back, chest out as she had been trained to do only yesterday.

“Slave Grace, greet our guests,” Master Craig’s voice commanded, the sound echoing through the room. Grace immediately folded down onto her knees, palms up on top of her thighs, which were shoulders-width apart, in the greet pose she had learnt, and waited for the next command.

“Slave Grace, stand.” Grace rose to stand in her original position, called a standing pose.

“As you can see, she’s an extremely fast learner. She’s had only twelve hours of education and pose training. She would be a real treat to train and enjoy.” Master Craig cleared his throat.

“Now let’s get the bidding underway.” Grace couldn’t see the audience from her position, blinded by the harsh lights. She was sure this was on purpose. She tried to be still, even though her entire body shook with fear and excitement.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. What the hell am I going to tell Sophie? “Hey, baby sis, guess what! I just sold myself in a bondage club auction, as a slave for six months. That college degree I worked so hard for, the one that cost me a fortune and thousands of hours of work. Well, it’s all wasted. Yeah, I got bored. So slavery seemed like a good option.” Shit…maybe finally being divorced from Duncan has made the wheels fall off. Maybe Jane was right. I am in shock. Should I call out to Craig and tell him I changed my mind, or should I just walk off the stage?

Grace started to panic about what to do. Then the lights dimmed a little, and she could see some of the audience. She swept the crowd until her eyes locked onto Master Michael’s. The fear and panic eased from her body. She calmed herself and began to float on a warm wave of sensation. She stared at his face and just knew he would take care of the predicament she’d gotten herself into. She just felt it.

Jason
was thankful that Michael was always so well in control, as he nearly missed the beginning of the auction. He couldn’t stop staring at Grace. Pre-cum had wet his pants. His cock hurt it was so hard. He started to imagine what he was going to do with her first
. Toss up really. She can suck my cock until she drinks me dry? Or maybe I will pound her pussy, or even try that delicious little ass of hers. Damn, I have to remember no guarantee of sexual servitude. Hey, no reality in this fantasy. Now where was I, back to Grace naked and begging at my feet.

Jason was pulled from his fantasy as Michael raised his hand. He shook his head to try to focus back on the auction. They needed to win her and then claim her.

“Do I have twenty thousand, twenty-one, twenty-two, and twenty-five thousand.” Craig looked at the audience. The bidding was now between Michael Cooper and Scott Kennedy just as he had predicted.

“I have twenty-five thousand going once, going twice, sold. Slave Grace, please exit the stage.”

Grace
was in so much shock she didn’t actually see who had purchased her. It all happened so quickly. All she could remember was the amount of money she had sold for. Whoever her new owner was, he or she was not short of cash. Master Dan led her off the stage and over to a side row of seating where the purchased slaves waited. The auction proceeded to the next lot, and she sat down.
What am I supposed to do now? I guess I just wait and see. My god, I just sold myself into BDSM slavery for six months to somebody! What have I done!

Grace looked over at the audience, trying to gauge who had purchased her. Again in the sea of faces, she met Master Michael’s eyes. Next to him was another man. He had thick brown hair and hazel eyes. He was more slender and looked to be slightly shorter than Master Michael but also very good-looking in a more subtle, refined way. He also seemed to be in his late thirties, maybe early forties.

The man was talking very intensely to Master Michael, and both had their eyes fix on her. A shiver ran up and down her spine. The image of being at the feet of either of these men seemed like the wish of a lifetime fulfilled. Obviously one of them had bought her as they were ignoring the auction going on. She just wasn’t sure which one.
Oh, my god. If either one of those hunks just bought me, I would sell myself for life. Actually, hang the money. I’d do it for free. Maybe even pay them.

Jason couldn’t take his eyes of their new slave. Twenty-five thousand dollars was a lot of money to be paying, but he knew just by looking at her she was worth it. Now all they had to do was survive until the end of the auction. Seeing her there waiting, knowing she’d be coming home with them was too much.
He wondered if he should go to the bathroom and jack off just so he could make it through to the end of the auction.

Thirty minutes later Michael and Jason were sitting in Master Craig’s office signing the contracts, anxiously
awaiting the arrival of their purchase. Trying hard to hold respectable adult poses, when
all they really wanted was to jump up and down, like little boys on Christmas morning.

Grace
was led into Master Craig’s office by Master Dan.

When she saw Master Michael sitting there with the other man from the auction, she felt a massive weight lift from her shoulders. The fear she’d been feeling disappeared when she gazed into the face of Master Michael, her Master. She couldn’t have chosen better for herself, and the smile that spread over her face was euphoric. Her body then began to heat at the idea of having sex with this man. Her pussy clenched in victory at the thought of serving him. The question was who was the man next to him?

“Slave Grace, let me introduce you to your new Masters. Master Michael, Master Jason, please meet your new slave.” Michael stood and walked over to Grace.
Hold on. Did Craig just say “Masters,” as in two, as in both of them?

“Now, Grace, it’s time to get some of the formalities out of the way before your new life begins. Firstly, are you happy to proceed and sign the contract with Masters Michael and Jason?”

Grace raised her eyes and looked first at Jason, and she could see the gleam of mischief in his eye and could sense a kind and fun-loving nature. She then gazed into the eyes of Master Michael and could feel the power that radiated from him. She also sensed he, too, would be kind to her. She said, “Yes, I’m willing to sign the contract and abide by its conditions for six months.” God damn! she thought.
Two men, how was she going to handle two men, double trouble…What if they both wanted to have sex all the time, her pussy would be worn out after six months, what’s the lifespan of a pussy by the way…

“Okay, Grace, sign here and here,” Craig said, dragging her back to the present.

She signed the contract, and Craig witnessed it. He then opened his desk and withdrew another piece of paper.

“Now, Grace, this contract is your safety contract and is to be witnessed by me. There’s a copy for you and for your Masters. I will also keep a copy myself in case of a breach. Firstly, we discussed earlier safe words, and as I said before, a safe word is a word not normally used in everyday conversation. It will stop whatever is happening immediately. It will only be used when you can’t physically or emotionally accept the situation you are in. Everything will stop, you will be asked to repeat the word, and if you do, it will void the contract. You can call the club twenty-four-seven, and we will immediately send a car to collect you. There are very strict penalties if you are permanently damaged either physically or emotionally. We take this very, very seriously. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Grace said. “I understand.”
And I’m terrified that I might have to use it, too.

“Okay, Grace, so what is you safe word?”

She thought for a second and then remembered the name of her first kitten at age seven. She loved that cat, and it was drowned by her father when it peed on his foot. She was devastated, and she thought that would be how she would be feeling if she had to use the word. “Nexus,” she said loud and clear.

“All right then, gentlemen, Slave Grace, we are all done here. Grace, I will be speaking to you in a week’s time to check you are happy with your placement.”

“Thank you, Craig, for all your assistance. As you can understand, we’re quite anxious to take our new slave home and get her…settled,”
Michael said with just a hint of frustration. He looked over at Craig who nodded, giving them silent permission to leave. He also noticed a slight smile on Craig’s face.

Chapter Six

Out front of the club was the limo Michael had arranged. He planned for today to be special, and he didn’t want to fight with Jason over who’d drive and who would play with their new purchase, so he figured a limo would solve the dilemma and make it special for their slave, sort of a welcome home.