I Sold You Today : Part 2

by eosuchus

“Let’s take a look at him,” said the deeper voice above his
head. “You said you dropped his name, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah, he hasn’t been anything except “slave” for about a
year now. I don’t really see why they need names, unless you have
more than one, you know like a stable.”

“You’re so right. I like to train them so I don’t have to say
anything much, and they always know when I want something.”

‘That sounds ideal.”

“Slave, look up.”

For the first time he dared to raise his head. He felt his
eyes widen involuntarily.

His new Mistress was indeed voluptuous, with big hips and a
massive bustline. She was also very beautiful. Her skin was a
light brown, her hair straight black and curled in an expensive
looking coiffed. There was a slight African American cast to her
features, which apart from the size and spacing of her eyes and
the generous, full lips were delicate and small.

On top of that she was wearing, correction, she was crammed
into– a tight fitting suit with a faux leopardskin pattern, and
her heavy breasts were pressing out against the fabric. The skirt
was cut to the knee, but tight, and her fish net stockings ran
down to ankle boots in the same fake leopardskin with five-inch
heels.

At the sight of her he felt his penis harden inside the
chastity tube. She was older than him, but she was earth-mother
beautiful. Maybe being sold wouldn’t be so terrible after
all.

“Okay, I want you stand up now.”

He sprang to his feet and stood at attention.

“You got something he can stand on?” said Mistress Brenda.

“Oh, sure. Slave, bring over the kitchen stool and stand on it
for your new Mistress.”

When he was up on the stool with his hands on his head.
Mistress Brenda peeled down his slave panties. His penis bobbed
up and down, straining inside the chastity tube.

“You got the key, I hope.” Both women laughed. There had been
a news story a month before about someone losing the key to her
slave’s chastity device and how this had complicated her sale of
him to another woman.

The key was produced, turned in the lock and then the tube was
pulled free.

He felt his cock leap instantly to a throbbing, full tilt
erection.

“My… that does seem interesting.” Mistress Brenda took his
penis in her hand and felt it carefully, testing its size and
heft. He shivered and shook at her touch, which was firm and yet
quite casual. Mistress Brenda was obviously familiar with slave
cock. “Mmmm, impressive, I like that. Never did like men with
weenies, you know what I’m saying?”

“Oh, sure, he’s a nice size there. But I never let him come,
you know, that way…”

Mistress Brenda laughed again. A generous hearty laugh that
filled the room. “Damned right, girl, slaves don’t come very
often and when they do they got to pay for it.” Her hand had
taken him by the balls now and she kneaded them between her
fingers. “These babies are full, huh?”

“Oh, sure, I keep him as frustrated as possible. They’re so
much more obedient when they’re desperate that way.”

“That’s how we rule them, no doubt about it.”

A quirt had appeared from nowhere in Mistress Brenda’s hand.
Casually, but with force, she stropped it down on his ass. A line
of fire shot through him and he almost fell off the stool. His
erection lost a little of its intensity and with it went the
chance that he might come accidentally.

“Down on your knees now.” Mistress Brenda said without even
looking at him. His total obedience was simply expected. She was
reading something off her Blackberry.

“Okay, we have to finalise the Divorce and then do the
Marriage thing.”

He knelt, that hot line on his ass still smarting. The way she
wielded that quirt was just a little scary. He wouldn’t want
Mistress Brenda like, really mad at him. Ever.

“Here,” said Mistress Brenda. “Put this back on and lock it up
good and give me the key.”

He crammed his semi-erect cock into the tube and replaced the
lock. Mistress Brenda took the key on its chain and slipped it
over her head. He watched the little brass key bounce down
between her massive breasts. Control over his sexuality had been
transferred from one woman to another. There were just the legal
formalities and it would all be over.

Mistress Sarah had the State Female Lead Marriage Website up
on her laptop.

“There’s a webcam connection. They say it’s all very
easy.”

“Yeah, my friend Shanika took a new slave last month. I was
her Bridesmistress. The whole thing took about five minutes.”
Mistress Brenda sighed and patted her fabulous looking ass.

“Then we took that boy to the bedroom and had him eat some
ass. By the time we were done he was about passed out. So we
whupped on him a little, Shanika has a strong arm, so he came
back to life pretty quick.”

Both women giggled.

“And then we did him with some different sized strap-ons, get
him used to being a slave bitch boi.”

By the sound of it life as Mistress Brenda’s slave was going
to be stretching his limits. Mistress Sarah had never been that
interested in the strap-on thing and hadn’t done it to him in
months.

“Okay, we’re on.” Mistress Sarah pointed to the screen.

A female judge, looking smart and just a little stern,
appeared on the screen.

“Good evening, you have petitioned the court for a Divorce and
New Marriage under the FLM Act, Section Eleven, is that
correct?”

“Uh, yes, Ma’am,” said Mistress Sarah.

“Is the husband present?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Please put him on the webcam. He has signed Section Eleven,
but he still has the right to ask for Clemency and a dissolution
of Contract. Beyond that, you have full ownership rights, of
course.”

“If he does that, we just put him out on the street,
correct?”

“No, that would lead to a public nuisance. We don’t want men
in panties wandering around the streets. Someone who’s been a
house slave for ten years or more is pretty much helpless
outdoors. So, he would have the choice of job training at the
County Center, or being put up for auction, again under the FLM
rules of Section Eleven. You would be responsible for
transporting him to the County Center and booking him in
there.”

“Okay.” Mistress Sarah turned to him. “You better get up here
so the Judge can see you.”

He found himself standing there in front of the the little
camera on the laptop, trembling a little, trying to concentrate,
trying to think. He’d been a slave now for almost two years. He
could barely remember what his previous life had been like, when
he’d had a job, and driven a car and all those things that marked
a free man from a Woman’s slave and property. If he spoke up, he
could have his freedom again. He could get job training, he would
get to live his own life, he could have a car again, he would be
somebody, not a Woman’s property.

The judge was reading a file on a secondary screen.

“You are David Green, correct?”

His name. He hadn’t heard it in a long time now. It was a bit
strange to be addressed by that name now. He’d been slave, or
honey, or baby, for so long, that was what he thought when he
thought of himself, not “david.”

“Uhh, yeah.”

“You married Sarah Person on September 4th, 2019,
correct?”

“Yes.”

“And you signed Section Eleven of the Female Lead Marriage
Contract, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Under the law she may divorce you and sell your contract to
another woman. You have been introduced to that woman?”

“Uh, yes, Mistress.”

The judge looked up and stared at him through the webcam. She
had a slight smile on her lips. “No, honey, I’m the Judge, not
your new wife.”

“S-s-s-sorry,” he stammered and blushed. The judge was
amused.

“Okay. Do you agree with these actions under Section Eleven?
That Sarah Person will divorce you and sell your contract to Miss
Brenda McKay?”

So this was the moment. This was where he had his last chance
to stop this. Did he want to be “david” again? To be something
more than “slave.” To be able to touch his own penis, to even,
god, masturbate? How long had it been since he’d done that? Was
he going to make a stand? Or accept his fate as a male slave and
be taken away by Mistress Brenda to a new life under her
heel?

“Well?”

“I,” he hesitated, saw Mistress Brenda frown, and
instinctively flinched inside. To have Mistress Brenda frown in
his direction terrified him.

“I accept,” he said.

The judge smiled again. “Good. I like to see a man who is
happy under Section Eleven. I put my husband under contract some
years ago, after he lost his job. I have to say that we’re both
very happy.”

Mistress Brenda,however, was still unhappy with him, he could
tell, but for now she was eager to get on with the ceremony.

“For the Divorce proceedings, the wife just has to say on
camera, ‘I divorce my husband, David Green, and pass his contract
to, and then you give the name of the lady who is purchasing
David from you.”

“Got it,” said Mistress Sarah. She repeated the formula, and
downloaded a copy of the official divorce document.

“You are keeping all of his property?” said the judge who was
putting in notes on another laptop by her side.

“Yes.”

“He must have at least a pair of panties.”

“He does.”

“Okay. Now, for the Marriage Ceremony, Miss, uh,”

“McKay, Brenda McKay.”

“Good, Miss McKay, all you have to say is “I, Brenda McKay do
take ownership of FLM Contract 11D38-473-736, and the person of
David Green, to be my husband under the rules established in
Section Eleven of the FLM Act. I have complied with all
regulations and codes therein and I promise to keep said David
Green in health and in legal compliance with all county laws,
rules, regulations and codes.”

Mistress Brenda repeated the words and as she did, so he felt
something shift under him, whether it was the ground or his life,
he didn’t know. It was all happening so quickly, and he had no
way of stopping it.

And, he didn’t want to, either.

“Now, David, you have to say, “I accept Marriage to Brenda
McKay under Section Eleven of the FLM Act and her ownership of
Contract 11D38-473-736. I promise to serve her as a good husband,
within the laws and regulations of the county.”

He said the words and with each one he felt something stronger
than iron binding around him.

“Good,” said the judge. “I declare you Wife and man, and may
you be happy for as long as she wants. Go in peace.”

The ceremony was over. He had been sold. Brenda was actually
cutting an electronic check for Mistress Sarah, while he knelt in
the corner again.

“Okay, that’s it,” Sarah said. Both women turned back to
him.

Mistress Brenda had produced a thick black leather collar from
her bag.

“I believe in keeping a slave collared,” she said. “And
leashed in public.”

“Oh, yeah, well I never went that far with him,” said
Sarah.

“Slave, kneel up.”

He raised his head and Mistress Brenda set the collar around
his neck and fastened it in place. A moment later she clipped a
braided leather leash to it, then turned back to Mistress
Sarah.

“Well, Ms Person, thank you very much. I think that’s
everything.”

She jerked on the leash. “Say your goodbyes to Mistress Sarah,
slave.”

He bent down for the last time to kiss Mistress Sarah’s feet,
and for a moment he remembered the first time, when he was still
her boyfriend, and she was just introducing him to her style of
Female Domination. That night, playing FemDom games, letting her
spank him for the first time, had been so innocent, so sexually
stimulating, it’d opened the door to his own true submissive
nature. At the time he’d had no idea where it would lead, or that
within three months he would’ve married Sarah and become her
official, contract slave under the Female Lead Marriage Law.

If he’d known then what he knew now? Would he have run for his
life? No. He knew in his heart of hearts that he would still have
called her the next day, and kept calling, and begged to see her,
begged to be allowed to worship her.

“Goodbye, slave,” she said, and Mistress Brenda tugged lightly
on the leash and he knelt up. For a moment his eyes met Sarah’s,
she smiled slightly and then she and Mistress Brenda were talking
and he was being lead to the door.

The door opened, Mistress Brenda walked out, her fabulous
buttocks, which were quite a bit bigger than Sarah’s, doing
incredible things inside that tight faux leopard skin skirt and
he followed her, barely hearing the door shut behind him.

Ahead was a bright yellow Mini station wagon. Mistress Brenda
lead him to the hatch back which was rising with a little beep as
she pressed a button on her keyset.

Suddenly it came home to him that he was outdoors, wearing
nothing but a pair of pink panties and a chastity system. He
hadn’t been outside for more than a year, and he hadn’t worn
anything except slave panties for about the same length of time.
The blue sky seemed enormous. Distances were frightening for some
reason, and he blushed deep red when a woman drove by and stared
at him standing there in nothing but pink slave panties, slave
collar and leash.

“Get in, lie down on the bed there.”

There was an extra large dog bed in the back of the Mini
wagon. He got up onto it and lay down. Mistress Brenda clipped a
special safety belt across his body. He saw “Slavertransit Belt”
printed on it and felt his jaw drop. Wow, the market for this
kind of thing must have boomed in recent years. Women really were
taking over. For a moment she looked down at him, then she put
her hand on his thigh and ran it up and inside to his crotch,
taking him by the balls. Her grip was firm, but comfortable, as
if she’d owned his balls for years and years. His cock was as
hard as it could get inside the chastity system.

“You know you’re going to be punished the moment we get home,
don’t you?”

He did. He nodded, frightened already by the thought.

“You hesitated there, when the judge asked you the question.
That embarrassed me, and no slave ever embarrasses me twice,
understood?”

“I’m so sorry, Mistress, I, I, it was all so sudden. I didn’t
know…”

“Didn’t know what?”

“Uh, well, that Mistress was going to sell me, not until just
an hour ago.”

His whole life had been turned upside down in less than an
hour.

From massaging Sarah’s perfect rump and keeping the little
house in Floral Park clean and perfect for his former girlfriend,
who’d become his owner under the law, he’d been sold, he’d been
handed over to another woman, a perfect stranger, that he had
only met a few minutes ago. And then he’d been made to stand
before that judge, with her knowing eyes, and accept that he was
just a piece of property to be bought and sold by women whenever
they wanted. He’d been sold and he was going to be this other
woman’s property now, and her slave, just like that. And he’d
agreed, and he was incredibly aroused by Mistress Brenda’s body
and her attitude, but he was also deeply afraid of her.

Mistress Brenda softened. She could see how frightened and
confused he was. The concern in her eys melted his heart like wax
under a blowtorch. She was such a beautiful lady. It would be a
privilege to serve her. He resolved to be the best slave he could
possibly be for her.

“I see, well, yeah that could be a little hard. Okay, that
will be taken into account, but you will still be punished. Just
a spanking perhaps, and then you can show me how good you are at
worshiping my ass.”

“Yes, Mistress, of course.”

She squeezed his balls, and patted his cheek, then shut the
hatch door, went around to the front, got in and started the car.
A moment later they were on their way driving into a whole new
slavery for him, and as they went he saw in his mind’s eye,
Mistress Brenda’s majestic behind, swaying in front of him,
regal, gorgeous and destined to take him to a whole new
understanding of Female Domination.

Copyright Permian Systems 2008

Originally posted 2009-07-12 21:07:25. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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