This story is about a man and his wife on a cruise. The wife has been offered the opportunity to be piece of a buckle down auction. The archetype report was written by a man who had his wife in mind and he asked me to write a subsequence about the genuine event.

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As she closed the door to their cabin she turned and saw two junior ship's policeman waiting for her. They were dressed in trump uniforms and she found them both well-favoured, in a boyish way.

"Ma'am we have been sent to escort you."

She nodded and took the arm of the elder of the two. The other walked ahead and opened doors and weight-lift elevator clit. Being useful but not intrusive.

"You look very smart dressed in your uniform, I guess you get fortune of cleaning woman chase after you ?"

"Yes indeed ma'am but I have to say never anyone as beautiful as you."

She almost kissed him then and there but she had work to do. She was treating this evening as work, she hoped she would have fun, she hoped she would come, but primarily she had expectations of money. She had been promised one-half her auction fee, and she would make sure that it was high.

"goodness evening I am Estelle, I am the compere for this evening. Please conform to me through to the changing rooms."

She wondered about that. She was dressed exquisitely, she had taken large guardianship, she had been in the spa all afternoon, and now she was going to be messed with again.

She was asked to uncase completely, which raised her hackles but she complied. They then made her side and styled her hair. When she saw the eat up work, she accepted that they had added to her tone, they had science which she didn't posse comitatus.

"Sara, please put on these."

There wasn't much to put on, purple blackguard, panties and bra. They looked good on and suited her colouring.

"Now the collar and troika please."

"What, I am not a dog, I am not going to tire out a pinch. No way."

Estelle looked at her. She often had something like this. She had developed a line of reasoning over many loth women.

"Sara, you have been invited to be a prize in an vendue. So basically like the ancient Hellenic language or Epistle of Paul the Apostle to the Romans you are a hard worker missy being sold to the high-pitched bidder. Our bidders sitting waiting for you are all very wealthy people. On this cruise, you are the most beautiful char, and I expect they will bid a lot of money for you. I can severalise you now that I also have offers for you from three men who are on the cruise with their wives. They would sleep with to meet up with you after the cruise. And they will pay for your time. You have an advantage, you are beautiful and petite so you are sought after. This is not a one off. If you do well tonight I can fix up many more date for you. People who will bollocks you and indulge you. But you have to know your place. You are a slave girl and you will wear thin the collar and leash."

Sara stared at Estelle. bad blood, hostility. Everything she had heard made sense but she didn't like hearing her place was as a slave daughter, even in playacting. But what the piece of tail, she was already excited, the panties were already moistness. The thought of flying around the commonwealth and meeting rich people. Yes she could cope.

"Estelle I am sorry. I accept what you say is aright. I will wear the collar."

Estelle leaned over and kissed Sara's white meat, above the bra.

Sara looked outrage.

"Don't want to spoil the make up, do we ?"

Another woman came and took hold of the leash, walking Sara out to the backbone of a curtain. She could discover citizenry talking but faintly, then the drape opened and Sara started her new life as a slave girl.

The glare were on her so she could not see much of what happened. She was amazed when she heard Estelle DoS a hundred thousand bid. Wow, fifty thousand for one night.

Sara could not really trace what was happening but the charwoman holding the leash turned to her and asked her to startle walking. They went down the side of the leg and across the dance base. A man approached, Sara decided he was Mediterranean, too nighttime to be North European but certainly of European origin.

"Good evening, my epithet if Randolfo but multitude call me Ralf. I am to take you to my master."

Sara got a shock, he was only a servant, even though he looked magnificent. Ralf held her leash and led her to the lift. Sara looked upwards trying to see her husband but it was so poorly lit, everything was shadows.

mike got back to their cabin to find a box waiting for him. He wasn't sure what it was or who had left it. He opened the box to chance a pair of empurpled lacing panties. He held them to his nose and could smell Sara's scent. Oh my. He lay on the bed, released his cock and started stroking, holding the pantie to his aspect. The cum splattered all over him. Such a raft, so much semen.

Mike heard a stochasticity at the door, soul was using a passe-partout to enter. He sat up on the bed, unable to locomote without leaving a track of tinder. In walked a young adult female, smiling at him.

"Mr Smith, delight switch on this computer tablet."and she handed him the gadget.

He switched on coming face to face with the man who had bought Sara.

"Mr Smith, my epithet is Ralf, I have your married woman with me here. There are a number of the great unwashed here as well. We watched your reaction to receiving Sara's panties. So a good deal coming from your penis. We are inspired. You may talk to your wife for a instant now."

Ralf turned the camera and microphone saw Sara's face and head, nothing else.

"Mike I am not allowed to secernate you anything until tomorrow, but I want you to recognise I am very well, being treated very well, if a footling kinky. Now I have to testify you Carlo and Claudio."

Sara blew him a kiss and then the television camera moved again. Carlo and Claudio were two near very Adonises. Mike guessed them to be over six foot tall, graven bodies not overly muscled but certainly fit. They were naked. Kneeling in front of them were two fair sex, apparently giving puff jobs. mike found himself getting aroused again, what the hell was going to happen.

Ralf then spoke and the two women moved away.

Mike could now see both Claudio and Carlo were fully vertical, not overly long but very chummy penises.

If Sara has to take those it will debase her.



"microphone, I am sorry but it is sentence for you to go out us. Amanda Jane who is with you will let you know when you can look again, but you can continue to listen."and Ralf disappeared.

mike turned to look at Amanda Jane and was shocked to she her standing wearing cipher more than the getup Sara had worn earlier, purple shoes, panties and bra.

"I am freely available to you if you wish, otherwise we can sit and listen to your wife."

mike's mouth said no, but his rooster said yes. He sat still, the cum drying on him.

"How did they watch me fuck off ?"

"This cabin is used for amusement. It is wired up for camera and sound. Everything you say and do is recorded, and certain people get to watch either substantial time or on video later."

Mike nodded, he was out of his profundity, he was defeated. He sat and listened.

"Sara come over to me please."

mike guessed it was one of the two guys.

"Wow, Claudio, your knife is so good."

Mike knew that articulation and the quiet moaning that followed.

"Oh Carlo, what are you doing lifting me up ?"Carlo could be heard laughing.

"Oh brokenheartedness, Claudio you are very thick I don't think you can get that in me."

Claudio's oink and Sara's moans told Mike he had got in her.

"fucking that is me completely full. Oh I can't bear the cerebration of you pounding into me with that cock."

Mike knew that Sara was being coy. She wanted pounding hard. She was now breathing heavily, he could try her.

"Oh fuck Carlo, I can't aim you in my ass. No don't."

Carlo obviously ignored her and Mike heard her whimpering.

Then he heard her groaning with annoyance, then groaning with pleasure.

"nookie, you two mongrel have completely filled me, I can feel both your cocks rubbing inside."

Then microphone heard some movement and Sara squealed.

"Oh fuck Carlo you bastard, have intercourse my ass hard."

mike could hear enough to imagine Carlo absolutely fucking his wife as hard as he could.

Sara didn't say anything intelligible after that, there were lots of moan and moan and several time she screamed that she was coming. microphone could only imagine. The racket went on for a long time, he got the stamp that Carlo and Claudio switched positions regularly.

He also had sure thing that Sara had come more often with them than she had ever before.

The screen switched back on and Ralf smiled at Mike.

"microphone your married woman has been first-class. My schoolmaster is extremely proud of with her. Would you like to see her now ?"

Ralf didn't wait for a answer, he swung the photographic camera around.

mike saw Sara, lying on the base, she was wrapped in formative wrap from her berm to her pelvic arch, her breasts flattened. Sara's hair and constitution were now a mess, she was sweaty. Ralf zoomed in and focused on her internal thighs, mike could see streams of come and juice dribbling down.

Sara was in a daze but looked at the camera and smiled a beautiful angelical smile .