Circle J - Part Three

- by Mistress Pam

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THE SLAVE AUCTION

Judy’s reputation as an expert pony girl trainer was well known. Women interested in pony racing always thought of her first when they wanted to buy a pony slave or have theirs expertly trained. Over the past several years she had also started to train and sell lady’s maid. After all, the women who bought and owned pony slaves were among the wealthiest in the world, so why not supply them with bed slaves and lady’s maids at the same time.

Attendance at the auction was always much greater when Judy included trained bed slaves and lady’s maids. It also gave her an outlet for some of her ponies as they started to loose at the track. The average pony was between 18-26, but a good bed slave could be as old as forty depending upon her mistress’s taste. Often an experienced Mistress enjoyed owning an older, more experienced slave for make-up application or toilet use. Older slaves, especially those in the mid-thirties, also made wonderful gifts to a Mistress’s teenage daughter. These slaves had experience, which a young owner might appreciate. A lady’s maid trained at Judy’s would not only know how to give massages and help her mistress in the toilet, she would receive training in manicure, pedicure and foot massage. She became an expert in sucking and licking and you could be sure that her absolute obedience was guaranteed. There was a fine difference between a lady’s maid and bed slave. Most of the women who bid at the auction had both, but there were many instances where a slave had to function in both areas. A lady’s maid’s training focused on functioning in the Mistress’s bedroom and bathroom, but not necessarily in the Mistress’s bed. She often was responsible for preparing her bath, learning how to hand wash and towel her mistress. She learned how to shave her Mistress’s pussy and legs. A trusted lady’s maid also was a trained beautician capable of washing and setting hair and giving facials. This was particularly important when the mistress was a teenager who required frequent skin treatments. Slaves that were trained in these arts went at a premium. Lady’s maids were often treated with hormone shots, which filled their breasts with milk. Many woman favored fresh breast milk and kept as many of their upstairs slaves in milking condition as possible. Lady’s maids while often beautiful were purchased for their training out of bed.

A bed slave was something else. The very wealthy powerful women who kept slaves wanted their bed slaves to be as gorgeous as they were submissive. They had to exude sex and know how to bring their owner to orgasm. Often the training included sleep deprivation since some Mistress’s required their girls to lick them all night long while they slept. A cruel demanding Mistress would often circumcise her slave, making orgasm very difficult. Judy’s bed slaves were often fixed this way so they had to rub their pussy against their mistress for hours before release would come.

The auction was always the second week of October. Woman from all over flew into Boston then drove up route 91 to the famous Circle J. Every bedroom in the house would be full. It was the event it the season.

Potential buyers were allowed to examine and use the slaves for two days before the auction. If the slaves were trained ponies, they could take them on up to three rides a day to test their skills. If they were house slaves, they could be examined in the barn, or used overnight in one of the bedroom. Judy always made her slaves available to her guests and at her request I allowed her to include Sharon and Tony. I didn’t want anyone using Charlese, so I had one of the trainers bring in a cage from the barn and place it in the closet. When I was out of the bedroom during the day I locked Charlese inside the cage then locked the closet door.

On the night before the auction each slave girl is given an enema. She is then hand bathed and shaven. Her hair is washed and combed. She is rubbed and massaged and her nails are polished. All tit rings, clit rings and other jewelry are removed. Each of the girls is then placed on a dormitory cot, hands chained above her head. Her legs are spread open and chained to the foot- board. All the cots are lined up next to each other, separated by a three foot isle.

After dinner the buyers are allowed one final inspection. There are stools next to each cot where a buyer can sit and examine a girl close up. She can interview a slave as well as touch her all over. Many potential Mistress’s use this time to test a slave’s juice time, or the responsiveness of her nipples. Some want ask questions about prior service and training. The slaves are never allowed to orgasm the night before the auction so the buyers have to be careful not to rub too hard.

The night usually ends after midnight with the buyers returning to the main house for late night drinks and conversation. The slaves are toweled off and given sugared water before the lights go out at one a.m.

The actual sale takes place at noon the next day. Each slave is brought to the dais wearing only anklets. The bidding usually goes very quickly because of the pre-sale activities. By two pm the girls are sold.

I am busiest right after the auction. Many of the woman want their girls branded or marked before being taken home. I am always glad when it is done. This year was no exception. Six girls were branded, nine had their nipples pierced, and one unlucky girl had her teeth removed so she wouldn’t rub her mistress while sucking.

Judy had her best year financially grossing over six million dollars. She even had two private sales that were scheduled for delivery after New Years. I was ready to head home. I was ready for a vacation. We packed the Van and headed home to Connecticut on October 17th.

I dressed Tony and Sharon in latex suits I boworred from Judy. The suits included latex hoods that covered their heads completely. The only opening was over their mouth and nose. I used heavy leg irons, arm cuffs and handcuffs. They were secure. Charlese rode in the passenger seat. She wore regular cape over her otherwise naked body. Her hands were cuffed behind her back. As I helped her climb inside the van I bent down and kissed her toes before locking her ankles in heavy leg irons.

We got home well after midnight. The girls were sleeping and I was exhausted. I left Charlese in the passenger seat while I helped Tony and Sharon inside. I then went back to the car and collected Charlese. I carried her to my bed and locked an anklet on her while she slept. I then went back to where I had deposited Sharon and Tony and removed their latex body suits. I then replaced their heavy leg irons with a much lighter set of anklets and led them to basement. I unlocked the security cell and they each walked in and went to sleep on the cots. I locked the cell door and went bed.

My home wasn’t equipped to house three slaves. As liberal a mistress as I was, I was still a slave owner and always had to take precautions to insure that the girls didn’t escape. I didn’t have the type of security that Judy had and I was much happier with one slave than three so I made arrangements to sell Sharon and Tony.

On the Saturday after the auction Candice Blair and her two daughters drove up from their home in Atlanta. Candice and Sharon were close friends in high school but drifted apart in college. She had completely lost track of her until she saw her at the auction. She was shocked. She asked me to sell her right there and then, but I explained that she had belonged to Judy and I didn’t feel comfortable selling her during the auction. When I got home, Candice had already left three machine messages. When I called her back on Thursday, she got directions and drove straight through.

Her daughters were twin nineteen year olds, both beautiful teenage girls. Their mother was a southern beauty. Candice had been runner up for miss Georgia, married a wealthy banker, and now lived on a large estate on the outskirts of Atlanta. Her husband had died five years earlier and Candice remained single, living a very private life that included a working plantation staffed with a dozen female slaves.

The idea of owning "Sharon Ashe" had kept Candice her up all week long. Candice knew Sharon’s family in Atlanta. Kelly Ashe, Sharon’s younger sister was a frequent visitor at the farm. Candice’s daughters had gone to prep school with Kelly’s daughter. She would pay any price to own her.

I didn’t tell Sharon about Candice. I had Charlese and Tony prepare her, but it wasn’t until Candice and her daughters walked through the door, that she realized for what.

"It has been a log time, Sharon," "These are my daughters Samantha and Allison. They went to Ashford prep with your nieces."

Sharon was naked except for anklets. She didn’t know what to say or do. This was her old best friend.

Candice walked over and gave her a wet kiss on the lips. "I saw you at the auction." I am going to buy you from Kathy. You are going to become my slave. She kissed her again.

Sharon had been on Blair farm for two months before she saw Candice again. She lived in the dormitory with twelve female slaves. At 4 am she would wake up to work in the fields. Most slaves picked cotton while Sharon and one of the older slaves watered them. Four of the girls were used as ponies, pulling a large plow to till the soil. At 4pm the slave girls were brought back in where they were fed and chained for the night. Every day was exactly the same. Occasionally, Allison, one of the twins would come to the barn and check on the slaves. She would go down the row, stopping to speak to each girl. When she got down to the end of the row she would give instructions to the overseer and walk back toward the house. No one ever knew what she told the overseer.

Allison unlocked her anklet and escorted Sharon to the house. It was her first time inside. She was given to one of the house slaves who took her to an upstairs bathroom where she was to be bathed and prepared. When she was finished, the housemaid brought her to Candice’s study.

"Kneel. Spread your legs. Belly. Juice. Masturbate." The commands

were fast and furious. Candice owned a girl. Come here and suck me. You are going to be my toilet slave. You will prepare my showers and baths and do my make-up. You will receive hormone shots to induce breast milk. I will use you as a milkier. I have prepared a cage at the foot of my bed. .

If you please me, I will occasionally take off your belt and allow you to masturbate on my toe. If you do not please me, I will hang you from the bedpost and whip you. Do you understand? "Yes Mistress." You may now crawl over to me and masturbate on my toe before I fit you in your new chastity belt.

Sharon had hoped that her old best friend would show her mercy, but instead she locked her in a belt that covered her entire vagina. It was so tightly fit she couldn’t get a finger inside. When her mistress called her in the middle of the night, she crawled into bed and licked her mistress’s cum. Her entire face and hair got wet. On some nights, Candice would remove Sharon’s belt and sleep her at the foot of her mattress, placing a few of her toes in Sharon’s moist pussy. Sharon had to make sure the toes stayed in all night since Candice loved the sensation. In the morning, Sharon would accompany her mistress to the toilet here she would lick her own pussy juice off her Mistress’s toes. She would then bath her before going back to the bedroom for a morning milking. Three days a week Sharon would go to the twin’s room where they would nibble and suck Sharon’s breasts dry.

The ultimate humility came when Candice told her of her decision to breed her. Candice saw no reason why Sharon couldn’t have at least two children. A large Black buck was brought over from a neighboring pony farm and rubbed hard while everyone watched. He was a prize stallion, over twelve inches long. At Candice’s command he mounted Sharon from behind and drove his sperm deep inside her. The process was repeated four times, but Sharon didn’t get pregnant. Finally Candice gave up.

"Do you recognize her?" Sharon looked up. From the corner of her eye she saw her. Her younger sister, Kelly was just a teenager when she saw her last. Now she was a gorgeous woman and she was here. Sharon turned crimson red. "Go to her and take off her shoes and stockings. Lick her toes." Sharon was totally humiliated, but knew better than disobey her Mistress. She looked up at her little sister as she drew off her stockings and began to lick.

"Kelly is here for the weekend. You will be her slave while she is here. Make sure I get a good report."

"Did you know our parents died last year? Did you know that I inherited the estate? No one knew how to find you. You disappeared." Sharon began to sob. She was never told anything about her family at the circle J. Her parent’s death was a complete shock. Sharon took her time explaining what had happened to her. She explained how she fell into the D/s scene and was sold to Judy Smyth and later to Candice. She told her baby sister about the months in isolation, the brandings, and her time working as Candice’s field hand.

Kelly was fascinated. "How horrible it must have been for you. Do the brands on your breasts still hurt?" Kelly asked a million questions. She came over to where Sharon was sitting on the floor and gave her a long hug. "How I have missed you. I have thought about you everyday."

Kelly held her close and gave her a kiss. "You know I can’t set you free. Mistress Judy and Candice would never stand for that. And I would worry that you might claim half the estate. I could never give you that. How would you feel about me buying you? You would be my slave. I would own you."

After the Circle J and slavery to her old best friend, nothing could shock Sharon. She knew that Judy and Candice would never allow her freedom, so why not live with her sister, even if it meant slavery. Could it be any worse than it was now?

"Kelly, if you buy me and bring me home again, I will be your slave."

And so it was that Kelly bought Sharon and took her home again. Kelly made it clear that she had to call her mistress and that she would continue to keep her chained and belted. Her duties were similar to those performed on the Blair farm; specifically that she would be her sister’s bed slave. She would attend her in the toilet and bath; help her with her make-up and pedicures. At night she would share her bed. Kelly loved receiving milk from her nipple and continued to keep her on hormones. Kelly was a loving Mistress and didn’t whip her unless she slacked off on her daytime duties. She often removed Sharon’s belt during the day so she could masturbate. In the evenings she often read to her like she did when she was a baby, except Kelly was on a chair and Sharon was kneeling at her feet.

Sometimes Kelly would take Sharon into the bath and wash her and bring her to bed and taste her. She loved going down on her big sister as much as she loved drinking her breast milk. They always shared meals together too. Sharon would serve her mistress dinner, standing with her hands at her side waiting for her mistress to finish, and then she would clean up and eat the leftovers.

When Kelly was in a bitchy mood she would have Sharon go through the house on all fours, scrubbing the floor tiles with a small brush. The house had seven bathrooms and Sharon would spend hours cleaning them to perfection. If something weren’t perfect, she would have to start over. On more than one occasion, she’d have to work all night long.

Sharon was home again. She knew Kelly loved her and wouldn’t kill her or leave her in solitary for months. She was used to slavery, used to having no choice but to obey and as her mistress called her to her bed, Sharon couldn’t help thinking what a lucky slave she was.