Bouquet Bound

The Auction

by Skaetlett

Tags: #noncon #auctions #D/s #f/nb #intelligence_play #plurality #pov:bottom #transgender_characters #degradation #dom:female #edging #humiliation #orgasm_denial #ownership_dynamics #punishment #romance #sadomasochism #sub:nb #wealth_fantasy
See spoiler tags : #business_party #eventual_romance #free_use #m/f #multiple_partners

She never thought she would have made it to one of these auctions - until she saw them.

Author’s Note: This story contains adult content. Do not read if you are under the age of 18. Additionally, this is not an accurate representation of ownership, hypnosis, or non-consensual sex at all, as it exists in a fantasy setting. Non-consensual sex/sexual acts and ownership of other people in real life is highly immoral and illegal, and I do not condone such acts. All characters in this story are above the age of 18.

As a fantasy story about fantasized ownership, this story is extremely unrealistic, and it may be triggering if you have related trauma. Please be sure to take care of yourself before considering engaging with this story. This story also contains depictions of ownership, degradation, pain play, and BDSM, as well as representations of dissociative identity disorder.

2020 Update: Hi all! So, for those who are confused, this is an old story of mine being reposted under a new name. I wasn’t too fond of the original title for various reasons, so I decided to post it again with a title I like a lot more. I’ve also made a few edits to the story (while trying not to change too much) for clarification purposes. Huge thank you to Lunar Circuit for all their support and doing such an amazing job with the edits!! If you’ve read this story before, well, thank you for reading all that time ago; and if you’ve never read it before, I hope you decide to give it a try and enjoy it! Thank you so much!

She'd never thought she'd make it to one of these auctions.

It wasn't that she'd never thought about it. She had. Who in her position wouldn't? The idea was fascinating. She would look through the website on incognito mode — no one needed to know what she was up to, she had too much of a presence for that — but had never found someone who appealed to her. Someone who could be the perfect toy — a perfect match for her.

That was, until she saw them. They were perfect — attractive enough to make a lovely plaything, but not attractive enough in a conventional sense to be worth too much in everyone else's eyes. Not that money was particularly a concern for her.

It wasn't just their body, though. It was something in their eyes. So passive, as if they would accept anything happening to them. Those eyes looked empty, but also like they were hiding something. She was perceptive enough to see that, even through just a simple photograph.

She was going to have them, and she would not take no for an answer.

The day of the auction, she watched various people of all genders be bought and sold off to various auctioneers. She knew there was some sort of afterparty where everyone could take — and enjoy — their newly owned property, but she wasn't interested in that. She was far, far too busy.

The other offerings didn't concern her, and she took to looking at her nails while everyone was passed along. All of the properties on display were blindfolded — probably ordered not to speak — dressed up in lingerie. A part of her almost wanted to pay them to hurry up and get to what she came for.

Eventually, after far too much time passed, they were brought up. Them. The one she truly wanted all for herself.

The starting price was $3,000. That was just spare change for her. She called up for $10,000 immediately. Some people fought her until she brought it up to $50,000.

Auctions were exciting enough already, but this one made her sit on the edge of her seat. Someone — another lady, and, to be fair, a very beautiful one — called out $75,000. Still not more than she was willing to spend. $90,000.

"$100,000!" the other lady called out, and she was just about sick of this now.

"$300,000," she said dismissively, drawing gasps and wide-eyed stares. It wasn't more than she was willing to spend, but it was about as high as she intended to go. The other lady scoffed, packed her things, and left in frustration. Her new property was gaping; clearly, they'd never heard of a number that high. They were probably too much of a stupid whore for that.

Well, now they were her stupid whore. Now, and forever.

"So, what interested you about this one?" the auction head asked in his office as she began filling out the rather impressive-looking check.

"That's none of your business," she responded bluntly. Silence filled the room.

"Well, uh, I should let you know before you give me that, that... this person, uh, they have some issues."

"I don't care." She handed him the check, and he looked at it, hesitating.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "I know they look innocent, but they can be feisty. They can fight back. And, well, they have. I don't want you to feel like you wasted your money, and..."

"I didn't," she reassured him, stuffing the check into his hands. "I know how to handle pettiness. They can't overpower me. No one can."

He sighed, shrugged, and stuffed the check into his pocket.

"Well, I hope you enjoy your purchase. $300,000 is a lot of money."

She smirked.

"I will. Don't you worry."

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