Hypnovember - 30 Trances

Salvator Mundi (Objectification/Auction)

by tara

Tags: #cw:noncon #cw:sexual_assault #dom:female #f/f #pov:bottom #sub:female #alcohol #androids #biting #bondage #brainwashing #clothing #college #comic_book #confusion #consensual_kink #cw:suicidal_ideation #D/s #degradation #denial #dom:nb #drugged #exhibitionism #f/nb #fairies #fantasy #foot_fetish #fractionation #humiliation #hypnosis #hypnotic_gas #intelligence_play #IQ_play #lesbian_stepfordization #magic #masturbation #mind_control #mindbreak #missing_time #mommy_domme #multiple_partners #objectification #office #parasite #personality_change #petplay #pheromones #pov:top #robots #sadomasochism #scent #scifi #selfcest #solo #somnophilia #stepfordization #sub:nb #superhero #unaware #urban_fantasy #vampire #wholesome

Concept by @DexesTTP! Thanks for the idea~

"So how's long distance going? Swear you only started dating that chick for a week before she moved away, yeah? If it were me I'd just cut my losses and find someone local, girl!" Yasmin laughs callously over the phone and I find myself wishing Jess was available for chat instead, this so called friend of mine can be such a bitch sometimes. A symptom of sorority, I suppose. "You even like girls before she came along? Must be hot enough to turn us, send pics and I'll drop my man in a heartbeat!" 

"It's... her eyes. You wouldn't get it, Yaz. Anyway it's going fine for your information, she's coming up in a few days so I'll wait until then to send pics!" This call is getting obnoxious, it always does when Jess comes up. We've been long distance for a month now and like I told my friend, it's going well. It was as difficult as I expected at first to have a partner I could not hold or kiss, but Jess is quite a special person.

"Gross, I don't wanna see those kinda pics! Well..." 

"I'm hanging up now! Talk to you later, Yaz." With a click, I drop the handset and curse my broken mobile for deliberately smashing onto the ground when I was pulling my pants down in the bathroom. Bereft of phone I've found myself using my laptop much more frequently, which is convenient since Jess got me onto all manner of weird and wonderful websites. I sit myself down in bed and check to see if Jess is online.

Queen_Paradiso: Caught you typing!

loriiiiii: hi hun ^^

loriiiiii: missing you today ;~;

Queen_Paradiso: So cute. Told you this site is more fun than boring old messenger apps, this is where the real perverts dwell. 

loriiiiii: you couldve stopped at cute but ok 

Queen_Paradiso: My cute little pervert. Come a long way from "I don't watch porn" to where we're at now, fully indoctrinated by me hehehe

loriiiiii: is this more hypnofetish stuff? if thats what gives you kicks i dont mind, its kinda fun

Queen_Paradiso: Maybe, do you want to try some more roleplay? I had a fun idea the other day, actually a friend came up with it but I'm stealing it. 

loriiiiii: i dont have to pay for anything do i? have a week until i get paid and im flat fucking broke. your long list of fetishes doesnt include sugarmommy shit does it? 

Queen_Paradiso: Close! I'm going to auction you off, I hear there's a good rate going for girlfriends right now. What do you say, Lori?

loriiiiii: like a roleplay thing? we did the degradation kink stuff before, right?

Queen_Paradiso: Well you told me you "Kinda liked it" so I thought we could go the full mile. If you're not interested, it's an awful idea and I hate myself for suggesting it

loriiiiii: cool it on the manipulation, missy! im down ^^ its kinda hot i guess, like im being sold to some rando?

Queen_Paradiso: Exactly, good girl!

I let out an involuntary shudder at the good girl trigger, blushing on my side of the screen and biting a nail idly. To briefly explain, before I started dating Jess I was the most vanilla girl you'd meet, I never masturbated and I even thought I liked boys. Swept up in Jessica's aura, I found myself falling for those pretty jade eyes faster than those cheesy 'love at first sight' stories you grow up with. When she told me she had to move before I even got to see her place, I was devastated. The subject of long distance arose and I agreed without a second thought, or even a first. Only a week of casual flirting and awkward phone sex went by before Jessica started sending me more... specialised links to peruse in my spare time. Kink sites, a lot of hypnosis, S&M and other fetishes I'd never even heard of. At first I felt unnerved, perhaps intimidated, but I was also touched that Jess felt comfortable enough to share her niche interests with me. Figuring that embracing the girl's kinks would spice up our relationship, strained by distance, I threw myself into Jessica's world and began to adjust.

Every time I'd check out a site, watch the videos or read literature sent to me by my kinky girlfriend, we'd call to discuss how I felt about it. Sometimes I admit I'd enter that call intending to let Jess down easy, explaining that it wasn't for me and establishing healthy boundaries... but the girl has a way of making you reconsider, I'd always end up having a new perspective by the end of the call, ready to see more the next day. That's what I love about my Jess, her passions are infectious. 

An online auction roleplay this time, huh? I smile at the idea, finding it cute to imagine Jess getting off to something like this. Entering the bathroom to wash up, I sing to myself in the shower while Jess makes whatever 'necessary arrangements' she mentioned were required to set up. I think about her coming to visit in a few days and smile, figuring that a little roleplay won't hurt. She mentioned an interest in making use of my camera this time, a new development that has me wanting to doll myself up as much as possible for her. As I use a curling wand in my hair, a notification sound pings my laptop, instinct having me grasp at a phantom phone and causing me to laugh at myself. Hopefully I'm sold to somebody who remembers it's my birthday soon so I can get that broken piece of shit replaced. 

A few quick checks in the mirror and I realise that I look like a whore, not exactly sure why I went so heavy on the makeup but feeling like Jess will approve. I should always do my best for Jessica.

Queen_Paradiso: lmk when you are ready, love. 

loriiiiii: hiiiii ^^

loriiiiii: oh, new site? i assumed we'd be on this one. do i just click the invitation? how fancy lol

Queen_Paradiso: Mhm that's right, it's a specialised site for this sort of roleplaying, makes it way more fun. I want you fully immersed for me, hehe.

loriiiiii: it's asking if i give permission to share my webcam

Queen_Paradiso: Well, do you?

loriiiiii: yes miss, just checking lol i dont want a bunch of randos watching me while i look like a huge slut

Queen_Paradiso: It's a private room, just me and your prospective buyers!

loriiiiii: very funny, jokes on you though. i only have to play myself

Queen_Paradiso: You're a slut with a pricetag irl too?

loriiiiii: now its asking if i give permission to share my body. i know its for immersion but that freaked me out for a sec lol

Queen_Paradiso: Just accept it, Lori. You want this.

loriiiiii: i guess it is flattering XD

loriiiiii: pressed accept, what now

Queen_Paradiso: Oh, I can see you. We should both go full screen on that tab, it runs through an online auction so just do as you're told and follow the instructions. Hope I win!

loriiiiii: id say your chances are pretty fucking high haha, ok hun im gonna go full screen now. enjoy~

Queen_Paradiso: Good girl.

This is certainly her most elaborate game yet, but it's actually the most exciting too. The entire roleplay operates on the premise that I'm so desirable and attractive that people would pay good money to own me as their own personal property, isn't that so hot? Jess seems to think it is, so I'm helplessly inclined to agree. As I wait for my instructions, I giggle while inspecting the site curiously. It feels so real, like an actual auction site but one that deals in much more specialised goods, no wonder it needed a secure private invite that deleted itself after. Is this what Jess meant by immersion? I can see that there are a ton of other listings held by other kinksters, creating this illusion in the roleplay of a shared universe in which the 'items' such as myself are really being bought. Of course I can't help but laugh just a little, finding the entire thing slightly too silly to take seriously but knowing that I'm likely to reconsider following tonight's call. 

The layout of my listing page is curious. Online auctions usually take place over days but given this is just roleplay it's only set to two hours, which still seems like a long time. Pictures of me sent to Jess are collected to view, making me grin. She asked for those poses weeks ago, if this were a real site she'd be sharing them with... oh gosh, the fake number says that over a thousand people are actively viewing this listing. Given that context, I start to wonder where the actual roleplay with the camera comes in but as though on queue a window pops up on my end. A video feed of my webcam sits on the window's left while a text client is open on the right, keeping the client anonymous. At first the screen seems to hurt my eyes, having to strain them before they adjust. How strange, maybe I need to get those blue light glasses I'm always being advertised.

"Oh uhm, hi there! I'm Lori~" Jess loves it when I act like a bit of a bimbo for her and so I make sure to give a most pleasing performance. Perhaps I should have come up with a fake name though, the window popped up so suddenly that I was too flustered to think straight. No really, something in my head just clicked off when it opened... 

Masterbidder: that's a cute name for a pretty girl

Masterbidder: guess im in the lead huh? i tend to start high, weed out the cheapskates. you're worth more than that, aren't you honey?

As expected of Jess, she's laying it on thick right from the start. I giggle, blushing hard as the immersion takes me and imagining what it would be like if this really was a stranger talking to me like that. Even if it's flattering it's obviously disrespectful and degrading to be objectified to the logical extreme of becoming a commodity yourself. That's why it's so hot, Jess explained this to me once but I was so sleepy I kept drifting in and out as she spoke. I miss her voice, I wish she could use it here even it would break the immersion. Something stirs in me when I read those messages in the auction site's pop up window and I bat my eyes, playing with a lock of hair. I'm really trying to sell myself, literally. 

"Awwwhhh, you're so sweet! I'd prefer an owner with deep pockets hehe, so you're not wrong there. I like your name too... sounds a little like my favourite activity, if you know what I mean~" This doesn't even sound like me at all but the words come so easy, something about this window making me dizzy and honest. Wait, honest? No, that's not... 

Masterbidder: fuck, you're popular. lucky gal, im not sure i got much left in me. 

Masterbidder: at least get your tits out or something, one for the road!

Staring at the screen for a while I find myself starting to space out before my eyes scan the message again and I check what they mean. That is, what Jess means. Oh wow, according to the phony data on this site the highest bid is already high in the five digit range, rapidly approaching six. Whoever has the highest bid gets to chat with me directly unless they lose the spot for an entire minute. It's a fun system, I wonder who came up with this site idea if Jess is just piggybacking. Biting my lip seductively, I wave 'Masterbidder' goodbye and flash them my tits briefly before pulling my top back up. Before I can finish blinking I find a fresh pop up, thinking I could seriously get into this.

The next lead bidder is a 'MistressBloom' who tells me she already considers me part of her collection and that she'll empty her coffers if she has to. According to this definitely real woman, she simply has to have me because I have exactly what she's missing. With a shy turn and hooded eyes I ask her what she means by that, kneeling up on my bed and giving her a show of my swaying hips. The woman tells me she's touching herself to me while she bids, encouraging me to do the same. How can I deny such a request?

Sadly for miss Bloom, when the bid reaches a dizzying number that I almost believe in my immersion, the woman gives up despite her promises. Well I wouldn't want to be owned by someone who doesn't keep their word anyway, so good riddance. Oh right, I remind myself again that this is roleplay.  It's like the longer I stare, the more I degrade myself for these imaginary would-be owners, the more I begin to believe that this is real. Jess wouldn't sell me, right? If... if she did, perhaps a call would see to any issues I took with it, as always. 

Another leader enters the chat. This one is much more firm and commanding, their words making me feel weak and pliant from the get go. They capitalise on their time with me commendably, commanding that I strip naked and present my body as though sizing up my worth more intimately than those pictures can describe. Not just the value of my body, but the extent of my obedience. I ask if I can touch myself again when this thought arouses me, but the current leader denies me the luxury. 

"Yes Master... I'll be a good girl and keep my hands on the bed. L-like this? Oh... okay sir, I'll uhm... I have a toy in my underwear drawer I can suck on?" For the next ten minutes I fellate the dildo for the camera and find submission take its hold completely, lost in the roleplay just as Jess had always wanted me to be. 

I'm just as Jess wants me to be. A pretty whore, selling herself online for an even prettier penny. A part of me wishes this was real as I really start to feel like a toy for spectacle, revelling how much my bid goes up and realising that everyone gets to watch the video feed even if the leader is the only one who can interact. No wonder I got so popular when I started putting out. 

The hours pass me by as the session is extended, distantly I wonder where Jess is before remembering that she's roleplaying these accounts. She's so talented at it too, they all seem so different. Eventually the listing closes and a winning bidder is chosen, only letting me cum once they see that they've won. I thank my owner breathlessly, riding the toy on my bed before collapsing back into it and panting. Crawling back over to the screen as I wonder what happens next, I find that the site has closed itself, the roleplaying server's chat client open on my screen again. 

Queen_Paradiso: Hey, how was it? I had to step out and set up some other auctions while you had your fun. Lots of girls who need loving homes haha~

loriiiiii: har har

loriiiiii: god that was so fucking hot tho... i definitely have a new fetish, jess ^^

Queen_Paradiso: Yeah? Did you get on well with the winner?

loriiiiii: you know i did lol

loriiiiii: all the denial stuff was hot too. like i didnt have a say on my own pleasure

Queen_Paradiso: That's good! Do you love your new owner?

loriiiiii: silly, of course i do <3

Queen_Paradiso: Great! They'll be here to collect you in a few days. Good girl!

With a yawn, I say goodnight to Jessica and close my laptop screen. Like she says, my girlfriend will be dropping by for a long awaited visit in a few days... so why is a part of my silly brain disappointed that the imaginary owner won't be coming to pick me up instead? Gosh I must really be tired if I'm having silly thoughts like those, laying head onto pillow and drifting off before I can think of something more humiliating. 


A few days later and I'm so nervous I could barely sleep, not due to the excitement of finally seeing Jess in person again but over anxiety that she won't be coming at all. Since the night of our auction roleplay my girlfriend seems to have disappeared without a trace, I even bought a new phone to try and call her but the number was disconnected. I tell myself she must be really busy with her college essays and that she can't answer any calls or texts today because she's driving. When I go to bite my nails I notice how pretty they are, when did I get them done and... why? I barely remember the past three days, but when I stand in front of the mirror I barely recognise the girl on the other side. Where's Lori? 

I'm shaken from the strange line of thinking by a sudden knock on the door, my heart skipping as I race over to answer it as quickly as possible. Oh, that's not Jessica... just some courier, though his uniform isn't one I recognise. 

"Collection for Lori..." He mutters, sounding as bored as I am disappointed. 

"I'm not expecting anyone? I don't have anything to be collected, sorry." It's embarrassing to stand here looking as I do, why did I make myself up in the same over the top way I had on the night of the auction. Wait, the auction? Is... is this man here to collect me? I giggle at the silly thought but a hand around my wrist has me gasping in shock. 

"Learn your place, lady. It's all signed off on already, got a lass up north who's dying to meet you. Err, fuck, what's the phrase again?" Too startled to fight, I just stare dumbstruck at the courier who holds my wrist so firmly. So, so firmly that it makes my knees go weak and the giggles come back out. I'm not exactly sure why I feel so weak, it reminds me of how I'd started to get too into the roleplay on that night. Learn my place? Those three degrading words have me softening against that hold like it's somehow reasonable. "Ah right... Salvator Mundi."

Finally, the light in my eyes goes out and I let him handle me however he likes as I'm pulled from my home and led across the driveway. My body feels so slack, the two words I don't even understand the meaning of making me blank and docile, ready to be taken to my new owner and domesticated properly. 

I'm loaded onto the back of the van like a piece of furniture, though at least the driver has the decency to strap me down. Being restrained like this earns a moan from me in this submissive headspace, wanting to be treated like the property I am. Now I understand Jessica's game at last, but it's far too late for me to take issue. 

After all, we had a nice long chat the last time we spoke. 

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