This is the first part of a voter-driven story. After each scene is posted, a new poll will be put up so voters can collectively decide what happens next.
Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, bondage slavery, bondage, handcuffs, ballgags, slave auction, voter-driven
The first lot was brought out on a leash by one of the security guards in his uniform black turtleneck. This was the blonde in some very nice lingerie, her eyes down as she obediently followed the handler without needing to be pulled to stand next to Rosa.
“First up for auction is this twenty-two year old blonde. Just take a look at her. She’s in good shape, excellent health, and has legs for days. Until now she’s been working at department stores and cash registers. Nothing special, but it means she knows how to do what she’s told. Isn’t that right, sweetie?”
Until now the younger blonde woman had been staring out at the audience with timid, mournful eyes when Rosa unexpectedly addressed her. It took a moment for the words to sink in, but when they did she gave a quick, noticeable nod.
It was exactly the kind of reaction Rosa liked to see in the first item of an auction. Nothing too defiant, a perfect start to get the ball rolling. Rosa shot an encouraging nod at the blonde before turning back to the audience.
“As you can see, she’s shy but obedient. You’ll have no trouble keeping her in line whether you put her to work, give her a mop, or keep her in the bedroom. Wherever you want her, she’ll fit right in.
“Bidding will begin at $15,000.”
AUCTION WINNER: The procurer of a bondage maid rental service
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“...and sold! To the lady in the charcoal suit! Thank you very much ma’am, your purchase will be available to take home at the end of the auction.”
Ashley was hustled out of sight too quickly to get a real look at… at her buyer. She had seen the woman in a charcoal gray suit, but she hadn’t made much more of an impression than any of the other people in the crowd.
It was some time later when Ashley finally met the buyer. The kidnapped blonde couldn’t tell exactly when. There were no clocks in the waiting area and all she could do was fall into the half-aware state of waiting she’d gotten used to in the weeks since her abduction. Her fellow captives were brought back to wait with her one at a time before she was pulled along by the leash to meet the buyer.
The first thing Ashley noticed about the woman who bought her was her eyes. They were bright blue, and cold. Ashley thought she was used to people looking at her like she was a piece of meat by now, but the dispassionate gaze of her buyer made her want to squirm in place.
“Hold still,” ordered the cold-eyed woman, because apparently Ashley really had been squirming instead of just wanting to. Ashley did her best to obey and take in more details about her new owner. The woman was lean and sharp-featured. Her charcoal suit was crisp and professional, and her brown hair was held up in a tight bun.
The woman proceeded to grab hold of Ashley’s chin and twist her head from side to side, up and down. Her hands went to the blonde’s breasts, then the stomach and her sides, and finally she took one step forward to get a good grip of Ashley’s ass. All the freshly sold slave could do was try to hold still. She failed to do even that when the woman returned to her breasts, this time to pull them loose from her lingerie bra.
“I said to hold still,” the woman’s hand went menacingly to one of Ashely’s nipples. She took it in hand, feeling it out without gripping it too hard until Ashely was able to make herself hold still again. When she was done the woman did not bother to cover Ashely’s breasts back up. She simply went on with her inspection, reaching into Ashely’s panties to feel the clean-shaven skin between her legs and–oh! Ashley couldn't stop herself from letting out a little whimper.
That amused the woman. A slim smirk broke out on her otherwise dispassionate face. Then, so matter-of-factly that Ashley barely noticed it happening, she pulled the ball gag out of Ashley’s mouth.
“Tell me, slave. Your profile states you have experience cleaning. Is this true?”
“I–uh–y-yes, Mistress,” Ashley made herself speak clearly when she saw impatience glinting in the woman’s eye.
“But only the kind of cleaning you might do at a department store, correct? No carpets, nothing more involved than a mop or cleaning windows?”
“No, Mistress.”
The woman’s lips pursed. “It will do. We’re running low on blondes anyway.” She added the second part in an offhand murmur clearly meant more for herself than anyone else.
The ball gag went back into Ashley’s mouth as unceremoniously as it had been pulled out, and the woman turned to the guard holding Ashley’s leash. “Take her to my van while I speak to your superiors. I have a driver who will get her settled.”
And then she was gone, and Ashley was being pulled along again. The entire process seemed to have happened in the blink of an eye, a whirlwind that had disheveled Ashely and left her wondering if the cold-eyed women had seriously just paid so much money just to get someone who could clean for them.
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Weeks Later
As it turned out, Ashley’s buyer wasn’t really her owner. The cold-eyed woman was an employee of Ashley’s real owner. Or maybe she actually was the real owner. It could be that she was doing an Undercover Boss kind of thing where she pretended to be a lower-level employee. A procurer, in this case. Someone who went out and bought things for the business to use. Ashley knew now that she did more than that, but no one who willingly worked here was going out of their way to explain the ins and outs of their business model to unwilling employees like Ashley.
After being sold, the twenty-two year old had been taken from the nondescript building her first set of kidnappers trained her to a different nondescript building to be trained more. But this time most of the training was in how to clean, how to fold laundry, how to do anything the maid of a mansion or high-class hotel might be expected to do, reall. And she was taught how to do all of it while bound and gagged.
Ashley was bound and gagged right now. She wore multiple pairs of thick leather cuffs. One kept her wrists bound in front of her. Her hands were folded neatly on her lap because she knew better than to do anything else with them unless instructed. Another pair was at her elbows, the chain running behind her back was just long enough that her upper arms would remain at her sides, allowing enough freedom of motion to clean, but not much else. The third pair was at Ashley’s ankles. They would let her take steps, but not run.
The blonde’s thighs were bound with the tight latex pencil skirt she wore. It ran down to her knees and was restrictive enough to hobble her there quite effectively. The black skirt was just the lowest part of the latex dress that traveled up her body, constricting her at the stomach and torso before coming to a stop inside her collar. The very short sleeves of the dress ended an inch or two away from the opera-length white latex gloves she wore, which matched the latex apron that hung from her belt.
Finishing the outfit was the constrictive gwen hood containing Ashley’s head, the ball gag and wadding it hid, the blonde ponytail sticking out the hole in the back, the fishnet stockings that her latex skirt otherwise hid, and the shiny pumps she wore. Ashley was the very image of a sexy maid fantasy.
“Your first client has rented you for a period of two weeks, with an option to extend it for up to another two if she is sufficiently satisfied with your performance.”
It was the cold-eyed woman speaking to Ashley, looking at her just as dispassionately as she had when she first bought the blonde. She was wearing a darker navy blue colored suit today. She had followed Ashley into the transport van, remaining silent and doing business on her smartphone while the driver started it up and got them moving.
“You will treat the client as your owner until you are retrieved. Her every word will be obeyed promptly and to the absolute best of your ability. Is that understood?”
Ashley nodded. She did not attempt any gag talk. Maids were to be seen and not heard.
Satisfied with the answer, the cold-eyed woman went back to her smartphone. Ashley was left to sit in place and stew in her own thoughts.
The two women and the driver were alone in the van. Ashley was aware that in the future she might be transported and delivered with other maids, either all to one destination or with multiple trips being undertaken at once. But today she was the only delivery. Her owner was a company, not an individual. A company that provided rentals of enslaved bondage maids to folks rich enough to borrow, but not wealthy enough to buy. Or who simply didn’t want the hassle of owning a slave full time. Or any other number of possible reasons. It wasn’t Ashley’s place to ask.
Eventually the van came to a stop. The cold-eyed woman left the van first, and as the driver came around to get Ashley out of the van the blonde could hear her speaking to someone. A high pitched voice answered. The client. Ashley’s temporary owner. Her voice was growing louder and more excited as Ashely was set onto the ground into the driveway of a large, nice house with a lush green lawn.
“Ooo la la,” said the client. Ashley was immediately reminded of the stereotypical trophy wife. The woman was somewhere in her thirties, with dyed blonde hair, a few signs of some work being done, and stylishly expensive looking clothes wrapped up around a body that probably did yoga or aerobics or something. The woman devoured Ashley with her eyes right up until the moment she came close enough to start feeling her up directly. “I think I have a new favorite maid.”
The cold-eyed woman said something then. It involved the process of the rental. The client replied, but Ashely didn’t really hear any of it over the rushing in her ears as the client’s wandering hands found her latex-clad butt. More words were exchanged, and before Ashely knew it she was being led by the shoulders into the house that was to be her home for at least the next two weeks.
And as the client explained some of the details about cleaning the place Ashley would need to know, never taking her hand from its place on her ass, the blonde had a feeling she was going to be seeing this place a lot in the future.