Tonight felt different. Whatever Chloe had planned, it was big enough that she'd been preparing me for weeks.
The front door opened before I could knock. Chloe stood there, wearing a black dress that made her look even more imposing than usual.
"You're right on time," she said. "Come in."
I followed her through the house, noticing how quiet it was. Usually there were sorority sisters studying or chatting, but tonight the halls felt empty.
"Where is everyone?" I asked.
"You'll see them soon enough," Chloe said, leading me down the stairs to the dungeon.
The basement corridor stretched ahead, lit by the flickering torches. We passed the rooms I had so gotten used to—the classroom where Mia had tested me, the chamber where I'd first experienced rope bondage, the space where Chloe had introduced me to electro-stimulation.
Chloe stopped at a heavy wooden door I'd never seen before. "Are you ready?"
I nodded, though my mouth had gone dry. "Yes, Mistress."
"Martin," she said, her voice soft but firm. "Tonight is very important. Everything we've done, all your training, has led to this moment."
My chest tightened. "What's happening?"
"You don't need to know the details yet. What you need to know is that this is my big moment. Everything must be perfect." She leaned forward, her blue eyes piercing mine. "You must do exactly as you're told. No hesitation, no questions. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"I need you to make me proud tonight. More than ever before. Your complete obedience will make me very happy." Her hand brushed my collar. "Will you do that for me?"
"Yes, Mistress. Anything for you. I promise."
"Good boy." She smiled. "You've come so far. Tonight, you'll prove just how obedient you can be."
I followed Chloe through the heavy wooden door, entering a space I'd never seen before down here. We arrived at a place that appeared to be a theater stage. Heavy curtains blocked my view of what I assumed was the audience area.
The stage itself was lit with bright spotlights, illuminating several St. Andrew's Crosses arranged in a line. My heart skipped when I recognized Tom secured to one of them, completely naked except for his chastity cage. Mia stood beside him, running her fingers through his hair. There were other pairs too—dominants standing proudly next to their submissives who were bound spread-eagled to the crosses.
"Strip," Chloe commanded.
I removed my clothes quickly, my fingers trembling slightly. The chastity cage glinted under the harsh lights as I folded my clothes and placed them aside.
"Come," she said, leading me to an empty cross next to Tom's.
My bare feet padded across the stage as I followed her. Tom didn't meet my eyes, but I could see the tension in his body, the way his chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. The other submissives remained silent too. What was going on?
Chloe positioned me against the cold wood of the cross. The cuffs tightened around my wrists and ankles as she secured me in place. The stage lights felt hot, and I could hear muffled sounds coming from behind the curtain.
Chloe's fingers traced along my collar, then down my chest. Her touch was gentler than usual, almost tender. Something felt different about tonight.
"Martin," she said softly. "You've been such a good boy. So obedient, so willing to learn."
Her hand rested over my heart. I could feel it pounding against her palm.
"Do you know what tonight is?" she asked.
I shook my head. "No, Mistress."
"This is an auction."
My mind went blank. "A what?"
"A slave auction." Her fingers continued their gentle exploration of my skin. "All the submissives will be auctioned to the highest bidder. The winners will take their new property home, and you'll spend the rest of your life serving your new owner."
I stared at her, unable to process her words. An auction? My mouth went dry as I looked down the line at the other bound submissives. Tom. The others. We were all here to be sold.
The rest of our lives.
My breathing quickened as the reality of her words sank in.
I stared at Chloe, my mind struggling to process her words. An auction. She was going to sell me. The realization should have terrified me, should have made me scream and fight against the restraints. But something else stirred inside me instead.
My cock strained against the chastity cage as I watched Chloe's satisfied smile. This was what she'd been planning all along. The training, the tasks, pushing my limits further and further—it had all been preparation for this moment.
I glanced at Tom beside me, understanding now why freshmen disappeared from campus. They weren't dropping out or transferring—they were being sold. Just like I was about to be.
Every rational thought screamed at me to resist, to use my safeword, to beg Chloe to let me go. I should run as far from this place as possible and never look back.
But I couldn't.
I didn't want to.
Chloe had worked so hard for this moment. All those months training me, molding me, preparing me. This was her triumph, her crowning achievement. The thought of disappointing her now was unbearable.
"Yes, Mistress," I heard myself say. "I understand."
"And you accept?"
"Without question." The words came easily, naturally. "I want to make you proud."
Her smile widened, and my heart soared at her approval. Nothing else mattered except pleasing her, not even my own freedom.
I stood bound to the St. Andrew's Cross, the harsh stage lights blinding me. Sweat trickled down my chest as I squinted, trying to make out anything beyond the bright glare. The curtain had risen, revealing only darkness beyond the stage.
A woman's voice rang out through hidden speakers. "Welcome to the Black Rose Sorority's annual auction. Tonight's offerings have been carefully selected and trained for your pleasure."
Down the line, one of the submissives screamed as electricity coursed through his body. His dominant stood beside him, controlling a TENS unit with a wicked smile. The audience murmured with approval.
Another sub writhed as hot wax dripped across his chest. The red drops formed shapes on his skin while his dominant described his attributes to the unseen crowd.
"Bidding starts at fifty thousand," the announcer declared.
Numbers flew back and forth from the darkness. The sub with the wax sold quickly. His dominant beamed with pride.
Two more subs endured their trials—one flogged until he sobbed, another edged repeatedly as the bidding continued. Each found new owners and disappeared into the darkness beyond the stage.
Tom and I remained untouched, waiting our turn. The lights felt even hotter now, and my heart raced as I wondered what torments awaited us. But for now, we could only watch as others were sold before us.
I watched as Mia approached Tom, her heels clicking on the wooden stage. She held a riding crop in one hand, tapping it against her thigh as she circled him. Without warning, she struck his chest, leaving an angry red welt. Tom gasped but didn't cry out.
"This one has excellent pain tolerance," Mia announced to the darkness beyond the stage lights. She demonstrated by dragging her nails down Tom's chest, drawing thin red lines. Tom's muscles tensed, but he remained silent.
Mia produced a set of nipple clamps connected by a chain. She attached them roughly, yanking the chain to test Tom's reaction. His face contorted in pain, but still no sound escaped his lips.
"As you can see, he's well-trained," Mia said, pulling harder on the chain. "He takes whatever I give him."
She circled around the edge of the cross, delivering sharp strikes with the crop across Tom's legs. Each hit left a mark, but Tom only grunted softly. I watched as even Mia seemed impressed by his stoic endurance.
"Bidding starts at seventy-five thousand," the announcer's voice echoed.
Numbers called out from the darkness. The bidding was quick and fierce. Tom's stoic endurance had clearly impressed the audience.
"Sold!" The announcer declared after a particularly high bid.
Mia smiled, removing Tom's restraints from the cross. She clipped a leash to his collar and led him off the stage, his head held high despite everything he'd endured.
The lights felt even hotter as Chloe approached me. My turn had come. The crowd beyond the bright lights fell silent, waiting.
"This one is special," Chloe announced, running her hand down my chest. "He's mastered every challenge I've given him."
She produced a TENS unit, attaching electrodes to my nipples and inner thighs. The first shock made me gasp, my body jerking against the restraints. Chloe increased the intensity gradually, demonstrating my endurance to the audience.
"Notice his reactions," she said, switching to a flogger. The leather strands bit into my chest and thighs, but I focused on making her proud. Each strike built upon the last, bringing stinging waves of sensation that made me strain against my restraints.
Chloe brought out her favorite riding crop next. The thin leather tip whistled through the air before landing precisely on my chest. I counted each strike aloud, my voice steady despite the sharp bite of pain. Each hit came harder than the last, leaving bright red marks across my exposed skin. The crop landed on my thighs, my stomach, even grazing my trapped cock that strained hopelessly in its chastity cage.
"His oral skills are exceptional," Chloe continued, forcing a large dildo down my throat. I relaxed my jaw, taking it deeper as she'd trained me. "And his anal training is complete." She demonstrated with a thick plug, which I accepted without resistance.
"The bidding starts at one hundred thousand," the announcer declared.
Numbers flew from the darkness, climbing higher than any previous auction. The bidding continued, far longer than the others, amounts rising steadily as Chloe showcased more of my training.
"Two-fifty," a voice called.
"Three hundred," another countered.
"Three-fifty."
"Four hundred thousand."
The numbers kept rising, breaking all previous records. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the hammer fell.
"Sold!" the announcer declared.
Sweat dripped down my chest.
Chloe stepped forward, her fingers working quickly to release me from the St. Andrew's Cross. The restraints fell away one by one, but I remained still, waiting for her command.
"I'm so proud of you," Chloe whispered, her hand gentle on my shoulder. "You've exceeded every expectation."
My heart swelled at her praise. After everything we'd been through—the training, the challenges, the endless tests of my devotion—hearing those words made it all worthwhile.
"Your new life begins now," she said, leading me away from the stage. "Remember everything I taught you." Her fingers traced the collar around my neck. "Every act of submission, every moment of service—it's all for me."
I nodded in complete understanding. This was what she'd been preparing me for all along. Each lesson, each punishment, each reward—they'd all led to this moment.
"Yes, Mistress," I replied, my voice steady despite the my emotions. This was my purpose, what I'd been training for. I would make her proud, no matter who owned me now.
My chest filled with pride. I'd achieved what she wanted. I would serve anyone, endure anything, all for Chloe. My training was complete. I was ready.