I am a worthless slave. I get what I deserve and nothing less. I have been recently purchased at a slave auction by a cruel and sadistic Mistress. I am worthless I know that.
At the fall of the hammer I knew I was in trouble. As my new owner held up her number I caught her stare. My previous Mistress took me to a party a few months back. We stayed in a large country manor. There was a party being held that evening and my Mistress at the time had been displaying signs that she was getting a little bored of me. She had recently took ownership of a younger male slave and was channelling most of her attention on him. So on this particular evening I was left to my own devises. Mistress was taking a shower in preparation for the party. I was hovering in the back ground making myself busy while her new slave was doing what I should have been doing and washing mistresses back. When she had finally finished her shower he passed her the towel and I saw her grip his hard cock, which I might add wasn’t locked in a chastity device like mine was! She led him to her bedroom and a few moments late I could hear her moaning. I crept towards the bedroom door and peered in. She was lay spread eagled on the bed with his head buried in her pussy. I felt sad and rejected as well as hurt, I had never been used by Mistress in this way before nor had she even hinted at it. I felt like a worthless slave, replaced by a younger more virile model.
I left them to it and quietly moved a way from the door and went for a walk outside. It was dusk and the air was damp. I could hear people chattering with excitement as they prepared for the evenings festivities. I noticed a window open and could hear a female humming as she showered. I lit a cigarette and took a long draw on it then flicked it to the ground. I stood by the window and peered through the voile. There was a tall slender female stood by the mirror. She was alone. I watched for a moment while she combed her long blonde hair. My eyes scanned her body up and down. Suddenly the door burst open, it made me jump so i quickly stepped back in to the shadows. It was another woman, she stepped in to the shower while the blond woman put on her make up. They chatted amongst themselves about what they were going to wear that evening. The blond woman left the bathroom so I stood a little closer to the window to watch the other woman taking her shower. She was a tall red head, tattooed and toned. She looked pretty mean but very sexy. As her hands began to soap her body she began to play with herself. I watched as her soapy fingers slipped between her legs. Her moans echoed and my cock began to stir. I stood closer for a better view and longed to touch my cock and join her in the moment but alas, my cock was locked away. It had been locked for seven months and I could see no end. Suddenly the woman stopped moaning and she launched herself at the window. “Come here you worthless slave, fucking pervert” she yelled. I panicked and fell backward tripping on a patio chair…I had been busted. I peered up and saw other people peering from their windows to see what all the commotion was about.
And that is why I ended up at the slave auction. My Mistress had found the ultimate excuse to get rid of me. And my new owner was a tall red head, tattooed and toned.
…..to be continued