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2,195,243	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2195239}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	End Chronic Back Pain For Free ($249 VALUE 🔥)	Hey Camarillo & Surroundings Area... Lower Back Pain, Bulging Discs, Herniated Discs, Sciatica, Spinal Stenosis, Spinal Arthritis, Degenerative Disc Disease… I’m Dr. Edmond Dooman with Camarillo Spine and Nerve Institute, we treat these symptoms with a breakthrough technology called Spinal Decompression. Spinal Decompression is a non-surgical therapy that improves back pain by removing the pressure caused by "wear and tear" or injury, reducing inflammation, and improving movement allowing important nutrients back into the spinal tissue. No drugs, no injections. SEE US BEFORE SURGERY. 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝘄𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀: ✅ 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗗𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ✅ 𝗙𝘂𝗹𝗹-𝗜𝗻-𝗗𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗵 𝗘𝘅𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ✅ 𝗗𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗢𝗳 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ｡｡｡𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 ($𝟮𝟰𝟵 𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗨𝗘!) Spinal decompression has an extremely high success rate with qualified patients. Click the "Get Offer" button and learn if you qualify for our ground-breaking treatment program.	LEARN_MORE	https://drdooman.decompressionclinics.co/offer	Camarillo Spine & Nerve Institute	https://www.facebook.com/100077439525972/	25	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	https://drdooman.decompressionclinics.co/offer	DCO	LIMITED SPOTS AVAILABLE	https://drdooman.decompressionclinics.co/offer	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/455096908_1030343688738045_5547973767572651191_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=ne1yOt6s_WgQ7kNvgHhXEI8&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A1Ns6xvTkQT8sd-6OuV8kBo&oh=00_AYDLPiOHtRcFzoiM48VgfBdo_HR6fAUS42m2_qR40CAqQw&oe=67144680	PERSON_PROFILE	Camarillo Spine & Nerve Institute	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,195,244	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2195852}'	No	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	Over 37,000 Patients Have Found Nerve Pain Relief Here!	👍 FOOT / NERVE PAIN IS OVER!!! 👉 BREAKTHROUGH NERVE PAIN RELIEF PROGRAM IN Peachtree City, GA HEALING CAN START IMMEDIATELY! We are Blueprint To Health and until now people suffering from nerve pain in hands and feet only had 2 basic options: (1) Live with the pain; (2) Mask the pain with prescription medications; With the latest medical technology available, we are able to offer a clinically proven 𝗥𝗮𝗽𝗶𝗱 𝗡𝗲𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺 that can reduce or eliminate nerve damage symptoms in hands and feet for our patients. Imagine no more medications… But a fast-acting and long-term solution for: ✅ Numbness ✅ Diabetic nerve pain ✅ Sharp electric-like pain ✅ Burning or tingling ✅ Muscle weakness ✅ Difficulty sleeping from leg or foot discomfort ✅ Sensitivity to touch ✅ Pain while walking ✅ Nerve damage from chemotherapy 𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗘𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿 & 𝗥𝗲𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲! Blueprint To Health is now accepting new patients that are looking for an alternative to addictive medications. 👉 Sign Up or Call “(706) 916-3744” to schedule a 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗘𝘅𝗮𝗺, 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄, 𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗻 (𝗶𝗳 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗱), 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 (𝗶𝗳 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲) 👉 𝗠𝗮𝗷𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗠𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗱𝗼 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘂𝗿 Neuro 𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺. Serving Peachtree City and all surrounding areas. Blueprint To Health 4000 Shakerag Hill, Suite 302 Peachtree City, GA 30269 (706) 916-3744	SIGN_UP	http://fb.me/	Blueprint To Health	https://www.facebook.com/61564977274271/	2	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign up	fb.me	VIDEO	⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 4.7	http://fb.me/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462903873_560131809822995_6080824655551844369_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=YVM-X_n8JDMQ7kNvgHScOkG&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A1Ns6xvTkQT8sd-6OuV8kBo&oh=00_AYBYTB6Yr_B8qT1LrRZRjelqWSF4K1TvUklixpwPVoknxQ&oe=67144B06	PERSON_PROFILE	Blueprint To Health	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,195,245	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2195852}'	No	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	✅ No Drugs. No Surgery. Just Relief From Chronic Nerve Pain	Is your Neuropathy causing you STRESS, Frustration, or maybe even Hopelessness? My name is with Dr. Bob Kuchel and I want to talk about HOW our 𝗔𝗱𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗡𝗲𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗼𝗰𝗼𝗹 works. We’ve eliminated back pain for over 37,000 patients' from professional athletes to senior citizens. So here's how it works! By delivering electrical signals to the affected nerves, we stimulate cellular repair to improve circulation, addressing the underlying causes of nerve pain. This therapy is highly effective for treating various types of neuropathy, including diabetic neuropathy, peripheral neuropathy, and nerve pain caused by chemotherapy or other underlying conditions. If you are READY to ELIMINATE your Neuropathy Symptoms… or get a second opinion, then Call “(706) 916-3744” or Click the button below and fill out your info to schedule your 𝗡𝗲𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗘𝘃𝗮𝗹𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. Wendy, our patient coordinator, will give you a call ASAP to learn more about you, see if you’re a good candidate, and schedule your 𝗡𝗲𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗘𝘃𝗮𝗹𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 👉 𝗠𝗮𝗷𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗠𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗱𝗼 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘂𝗿 Neuro 𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺. Serving Peachtree City and all surrounding areas. Blueprint To Health 4000 Shakerag Hill, Suite 302 Peachtree City, GA 30269 (706) 916-3744	SIGN_UP	http://fb.me/	Blueprint To Health	https://www.facebook.com/61564977274271/	2	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign up	fb.me	VIDEO	⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 4.7	http://fb.me/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463271321_1750872815660742_683338183094967057_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=29XHE63C_HgQ7kNvgE5xM4t&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A1Ns6xvTkQT8sd-6OuV8kBo&oh=00_AYCAAIwfWckVRiymfi0uatOpl94l4LjlGWq4DxujYhj0QQ&oe=67144AF0	PERSON_PROFILE	Blueprint To Health	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,195,247	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	The Hidden Cost of Modern Work Life - Remedic	https://remedic.co/the-hidden-cost-of-modern-work-life/ The Hidden Cost of Modern Work Life: Hand and Finger Problems from Cellphone and Mouse Overuse – And How to Keep Your Hands Healthy In today’s digital age, our hands and fingers are constantly at work, swiping, typing, and clicking. Whether you're scrolling through your phone for hours or working long hours at a computer, modern-day work life has brought unprecedented levels of strain on our hands and fingers. The prolonged use of cellphones and computer mice can lead to several hand and finger problems, many of which are caused by repetitive motions and poor ergonomics. Let’s take a look at some of the common hand and finger issues that arise from overuse of digital devices, how they affect our lives, and, most importantly, what can be done to prevent them. Common Hand and Finger Problems from Device Overuse Carpal Tunnel Syndrome Carpal tunnel syndrome occurs when the median nerve in the wrist is compressed. This compression leads to numbness, tingling, and weakness in the hand and fingers, making everyday tasks like typing and holding objects difficult. Constant use of a computer mouse or typing can exacerbate this condition. Trigger Finger Trigger finger is caused by inflammation in the tendons of the fingers, leading to pain and stiffness. You may experience a locking or clicking sensation when trying to bend or straighten your fingers, particularly after prolonged gripping, such as holding a phone for extended periods. De Quervain’s Tenosynovitis Often referred to as "texting thumb" or "gamer's thumb," De Quervain’s is the inflammation of the tendons around the base of the thumb. This condition causes pain when gripping, twisting, or turning your wrist, making it uncomfortable to hold a smartphone or use a mouse for long periods. Texting Thumb Texting thumb, also known as gamer’s thumb, is a form of tendinitis caused by the overuse of the thumbs during texting or gaming. Repeated scrolling or typing motions can inflame tendons, leading to pain, difficulty moving the thumb, and a reduced range of motion. Mouse Elbow Similar to tennis elbow, mouse elbow refers to the inflammation of tendons in the forearm from repetitive mouse use. This can cause pain that radiates from the elbow to the hand, affecting your ability to grip and move your fingers. Cubital Tunnel Syndrome Cubital tunnel syndrome occurs when the ulnar nerve (often referred to as the “funny bone” nerve) is compressed. This compression can result in pain, numbness, and tingling in the ring and pinky fingers, which are commonly affected by extended use of a keyboard or poor posture while working at a computer. Repetitive Strain Injury (RSI) RSI is an umbrella term for injuries caused by repetitive motions and overuse. It manifests as pain, weakness, and stiffness in the hands, wrists, and fingers. Prolonged mouse use, excessive typing, and constant phone handling are common culprits. Thumb Arthritis Over time, chronic use of the thumbs for scrolling and texting can lead to thumb arthritis. This painful condition results from the wear and tear of the thumb joints and can make simple movements like holding a phone or gripping objects excruciating. Tendinitis Tendinitis refers to inflammation of the tendons in the fingers or wrists due to overuse. Frequent typing or repetitive scrolling motions can inflame the tendons, causing pain, swelling, and difficulty with hand movements. Digital Fatigue Digital fatigue occurs when the muscles in the hands and fingers are overworked from long periods of using digital devices. This leads to cramping, discomfort, and a noticeable decrease in dexterity. Why These Problems Happen In our modern world, we rely heavily on devices for work, entertainment, and communication. This constant use of phones and computers leads to repetitive motions, such as scrolling, clicking, and typing. When combined with poor posture, lack of breaks, and bad ergonomics, these actions put unnecessary strain on the hands and fingers. Most of us tend to ignore early warning signs like slight pain or tingling, which can eventually lead to more serious conditions that require medical attention. The best way to address these problems is to prevent them from occurring in the first place. How to Keep Your Hands Healthy and Your Grip Strong Luckily, there are several ways to reduce the risk of developing hand and finger problems. By taking proactive steps, you can keep your hands healthy and pain-free while maintaining a strong grip. Here’s what you can do: Take Regular Breaks One of the easiest and most effective ways to prevent strain is to take regular breaks. Follow the 20-20-20 rule: every 20 minutes, take a 20-second break and look 20 feet away from your screen. This will give your hands and fingers a rest from repetitive motions. Practice Hand and Finger Exercises Simple stretches and exercises can go a long way in keeping your hands flexible and strong. Try opening and closing your fingers into a fist, stretching your wrists, and gently massaging your hands throughout the day to improve blood flow and relieve tension. Use Ergonomic Tools Invest in ergonomic keyboards, mice, and phone holders that reduce strain on your hands and wrists. Look for tools that allow your hands to rest in a more natural position, minimizing the risk of repetitive strain injuries. Maintain Good Posture Proper posture is essential for reducing strain on your hands and fingers. Make sure your wrists are aligned with your forearms when typing, and avoid awkward hand positions when using your phone or mouse. Keep your desk setup at an appropriate height and angle for comfort. Consider a Hand Strengthening Device Devices like hand and finger trainers can help strengthen the muscles and tendons in your hands, improving your grip and preventing injuries. These devices are especially helpful for people who rely on their hands for work or hobbies. Apply Cold or Heat Therapy If you experience discomfort, try using cold packs to reduce inflammation or heat therapy to relax stiff muscles. These therapies can be used after a long day of typing or scrolling to relieve tension and prevent further strain. Stay Hydrated Hydration is key to keeping your muscles and joints functioning properly. Drink plenty of water throughout the day to keep your tendons lubricated and to reduce the risk of cramping and stiffness. Take Action Today In a world where technology is central to our daily lives, it’s easy to overlook the physical toll constant device use takes on our hands and fingers. By recognizing the early signs of strain and taking proactive steps to prevent these problems, you can keep your hands healthy, your fingers agile, and your grip strong. If you're looking to maintain hand strength or recover from discomfort, consider Remedic’s Hand and Finger Training Systems. Our products are designed to help you strengthen your hands, improve flexibility, and reduce the risk of injury, ensuring you stay productive without pain. Keep your hands healthy and get back to doing what you love with Remedic. https://www.amazon.com/Remedic-Hand.../dp/B0CW32Q3LT/... Taking care of your hands today can save you from pain tomorrow. Invest in your health and keep your hands strong with these simple yet effective tips! #HandHealth #Ergonomics #CarpalTunnel #RepetitiveStrainInjury #DigitalWellness #occupationaltherapy #physicaltherapy	NO_BUTTON	https://remedic.co/the-hidden-cost-of-modern-work-	Remedic	https://www.facebook.com/remedic.co/	1,950	1969-12-31 18:00	No button	remedic.co	IMAGE	Constant use of cellphones and computer mice can lead to hand and finger problems like carpal tunnel, trigger finger, and tendinitis. 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2,195,252	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2195251}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	Free Chapters👉	After buying my vrginity, my master shared me with other men. "Later, you will be tied and restrained." At his words, a surge of juices floods between my theghs. Opening my knees my Master sees how wet I am, and "Mmmm"s with a pleased sound. "Swing your legs up. Open your knees. Wider. Let me see you." I convulse at this never—before—experienced sensation. My arms have, disobediently, flailed at random, and my Master's hands grab me by the wrists. "Did I tell you to move? Bad girl, are you asking for a punishment?" Series One Book 1 <The Vrgin Auctioned> Chapter 1—01 I stand on the podium, looking at the crowd in front of me. I'm scared, trembling as I face them. I can't complain. I volunteered for this, and in a few days, I'll have more money than I've ever seen in my life. But I have to get through the next few days and… I'm scared. I am looking at a sea of male faces: handsome, ugly, white, black, Hispanic, Asian, tall, short. You name it, they're in front of me. The only thing they have in common: they're all rich. Some of them are very rich. I suppose that it will be one of the very rich ones who buys me. "Charlotte, turn around," instructs the auctioneer. "The clients want to see what they are paying for." I swallow hard and turn slowly around and, trying not to look anyone in the eye, drop my gaze to the floor. My breath is fast and short, my heart pounding. "Raise your head," shouts a voice from the floor. "At these prices, I want to see what I'm getting." I raise my head, biting my lip and trying to be brave. It's too late for me to back out now. If I do, they'll never give me a second chance and I'll have lost the opportunity of a lifetime. All the faces are staring at me. The auctioneer leans over to me and whispers, "If you want to get your price up, look at them. Smile a bit. You need to look young and shy, but not scared stupid. They want to know they're going to have a good time with you." I nod and try to follow his advice. Perhaps I could pick out odd individual faces and just exchange a look with them for a moment. Scanning the array of faces, I settle on a few of the more handsome, or more friendly—looking, ones. Some of the guys look quite scary and I really hope that none of them will be the winning bidder. "Now then gentlemen," starts the auctioneer. "We all know why we are here. Charlotte here is twenty—two years old and has been certified by our medical experts to be a vrgin. Of course, the winning bidder will be able to test that out for himself. All bids are final except in the event of Charlotte herself not complying with the terms of the auction. Which is to say that she will willingly serve the winning bidder in any way he requires for a period of one week. The sale of her vrginity is included in the terms. Recipients of the proceeds of the sale are: house takes 50%; Charlotte takes 50%. The winning bid will be lodged in full by the winning bidder with an intermediary attorney immediately after the close of the auction for the period of one week, after which it will be paid to the recipients." "So, gentlemen. Who is going to start the bidding?" Please, please let the bidding go well. I can't have done this for nothing. There is a huge computer screen on the wall, displaying the progress of the bidding. There are perhaps a couple of hundred faces or so actually in front of me, but I know there are remote bids being taken and I see agents pressing ear—pieces to their heads, or scanning computer screens as the bidding progresses. The bidding goes very well, opening with an amount of money that makes me blink, then progressing in thousand—dollar increments. Well, at least I don't have to worry about not coming out of this with something worthwhile. My hope is that I can fund my way through college afterwards. One of the bidders catches my eye. He looks quite nice, good—looking. Will it be him? But after only a few minutes, he drops out, shaking his head at me. A note is passed to the auctioneer. He holds up his hand. "A pause please gentlemen. I am getting the message from several sources that for them to be willing to bid any higher, they want to be able to see more." He addresses me directly, "Charlotte. It is entirely your choice, but are you willing to undress at this stage, on the podium? It will almost certainly help you to bring a better price." "Undress now? All the way?" "It's up to you Charlotte. No—one is going to make you. But the better they can see what they are buying, the better your chances." I nod, gulping. Except for the black leather collar at my throat, I am dressed sexily but demurely, not showing too much. The hall falls silent as I unbutton the blouse and let it fall to the floor. My skirt follows, leaving me skimpily dressed in black lace small clothes. "C'mon," shouts a voice from the back "let's see the rest." Oh God, don't let it be him… Flushing, I unclip my bre, releasing my large, pendulous things. It feels no better, seeing appreciative, and sometimes calculating, looks from some of the faces in front of me. Slipping fingers inside my rest clothes, I slide them down to join the puddle of clothes on the floor. I hadn't anticipated this, thinking that I would at least be in private with whoever my owner of one week was going to be. Neked, I stand in front of my audience, trying to stand straight and thinking that I should be wanting to burst into tears. Oddly, I don't. The attack of nerves that has been holding me for the last two days is fading away and is being replaced with a kind of anticipation. My trembling is turning instead into a kind of quivering. It dawns on me that I am actually beginning to enjoy this. Shaking my head, my long copper—bronze hair settles in a cloud around my shoulders and cascading down to my waist. I am at least confident that I look good; flat—stomached, narrow—waisted and long—legged, I know that I have something worth selling. The bidding resumes. With mounting excitement, I watch the monitor as the high bid climbs ever higher. To my relief, the creep who shouted from the back of the room seems to be knocked out of the bidding early. Some of the audience seem to be there only to watch. Is this how they get their kicks? But plenty more do bid and I see more remote bids coming in through the agents. The bidding settles into a three—way war between a short fat man (urgghhhh… noooo…), a tall, kinda—Chinesey—looking, guy, and someone at the back that I cannot see. The fat guy drops out, shaking his head and looking angry. The bidding continues between the Chinese guy and the other…then pauses… Series One Book 1 Chapter 2—02 "Final offer gentlemen? I have the bidding with number 247 at the back." The hammer hovers then bangs down. "Sold! Number 247." "Charlotte. Come down to the office please," says the auctioneer. Once I am inside he says, "Please read the sale document aloud and then sign it." I read the document. I agree that I am selling myself for the period of one week, to include the sale of my vrginity. I certify that I am a vrgin and "clean". I accept that I am agreeing to anything required of me by my Master that does not result in permanent injury to me… It goes on. I read it aloud, demonstrating that I know exactly what I am agreeing to. Who is my new Master? A man pushes out of the crowd and passes a credit card to the auctioneer. A minute later he has keyed in a PIN. The auctioneer clips a lead to the collar on my neck and passes it to the man. He is tall and quite good—looking in a severe sort of way. Dressed in a white shirt, black pants and a leather jacket, his clothes look expensive but restrained. Dark, but silvering, hair frames a tanned face and deep brown eyes. His eyes smile as he looks at me, but his mouth does not. "Nice to meet you Charlotte. I'm your new Master for the week." "Nice to meet you too," I mumble, my nerves returning big—time. "Nice to meet you, Master," he says, tugging sharply at the leash. "Sorry, Master. Nice to meet you, Master." "That's better. Now come with me. We're going to have a little chat." He leads me to an ante—room to the auction chamber. It seems to be a storage room for the more usual kind of auction, furniture stacked everywhere, pictures and ornaments, bric—a—brac, the left—overs of the lives of people who have moved on. My Master sits on an antique chair, dark wood intricately carved, gleaming gold in reflected sunlight, and smelling of beeswax. He is still holding my leash and looks me up and down carefully from where he sits. "Don't worry," he says. "I'll let you put some clothes on before we go. But right now, I'm enjoying the view." I am lost for words and just nod, standing awkwardly under the gaze of my Master. "On your knees, Charlotte," he says. I obey, trying not to graze my knees on the stone flag floor. Looking me straight in the face, he says, "Are you really a vrgin, Charlotte?" I nod dumbly. "Is Charlotte your real name?" Shake head. "No of course not. But for the avoidance of doubt for you, the auction house knows exactly who I am." He laughs. "If nothing else, they have my credit card details." Looking down at me, he tilts his head. "You are, how old? Twenty—two, was it?" I nod. "It's not easy to be a twenty—two—year—old vrgin these days. How did you manage it?" "I got married. But he didn't love me. I found out later that he'd only got married to please his parents… He…he didn't like girls… On our wedding night, he wouldn't…" I run out of words. My Master sacks in his cheeks. "Not a good start to life, I have to agree. So, after the failure of this miserable marriage…?" "I didn't have anything. I didn't know what to do. I want to go to college, but that needs a lot of money and my parents can't afford to help, so…" "So, you decided to sell the assets you have, to the highest bidder to fund your way through college?" "Yes." He leans forward, sliding a finger down the side of my face to my collar bone. "A brave thing to do. I have to admire your guts, but it was astonishingly dangerous. You're lucky to have me as your buyer. Men who play these sorts of games can have very…elaborate tastes in entertainment. I suspect you didn't know what you were agreeing to when you signed that contract. I'm going to enjoy taking your cherry and I'll test you to the edge with other games, believe me. But I won't do anything that might hurt you, not permanently." I gulp at the thought of what this might mean. What is he suggesting? "Tell me Charlotte. How much were you hoping to make out of this? That auction total was good, but it won't get you through college." "I don't really know. Just as much as possible." He pauses, obviously trying to choose his words. "The reason I am asking this Charlotte is that I have paid a very good price for you, but you could earn more if you are willing and if you have the nerve to carry it through." What does he mean? My mouth is dry and I simply wait for him to continue. "Let me tell you a little about myself. You have done this because you dream of a better life. Good for you. I have dreams too. Perhaps fantasies is a better word… One of them is to have a young and beautiful girl kneeling neked in front of me." He smiles down at me and I blush. "Another is…well, this is going to be your first time. They say that we all remember our first time and I suppose mine would have been about average. I was a young, incompetent fumbler, but an older woman did me a favour and guided me through. She made it good for me. I've always dreamed of being able to take a girl's vrginity and make her first time wonderful for her. Do you understand me?" Feeling much reassured, "Mmm. That sounds…nice." "I'm glad you think so. Don't worry. Your first time is going to be as good as I know how to make it for you… However…" He draws a deep breath. "There was a room full of men in there who would willingly pay to play other games with a girl like you: young, inexperienced, beautiful." My mouth is dry. "I'm sorry, I don't understand…" "I own you for a week, Charlotte. If you want to earn as much money as possible, then it doesn't have to be just me. I have other fantasies than simply having your vrginity. I'd like to share you with other men. Watch them with you. Let them watch me with you. Several of us sharing you. But…" He stabs a finger towards me. "Understand that I won't do this without your agreement and without you being well—rewarded for it. I'm asking you now because while we are still here at the auction house, this could be arranged if it is what you want and are willing to do it." I am shaking now. "Can I have a few minutes to think about it?" Series One Book 1 Chapter 3—03 "Of course. That's only fair. I will stress, if you agree to this, you will be tested to the limit, but you won't be permanently hurt. I won't let anything serious happen to you. I will be in control, and I will control what happens. It's your choice." He stands. "I'm going to leave you alone for a while. Give you some space to think. I'll be next door. Come through when you're ready." He walks out, but then a moment later the door swings open again and he tosses something to me. "And put your clothes on Charlotte. I own you now, but you are in charge of what happens in the next few minutes." I get dressed, thinking hard. This could bring in enough to see me right through college. In truth, I know that I am not considering what to do. I have already decided. I am simply screwing up the courage to do it. Fully dressed, I step into the auction chamber and stand on the podium again, head raised, standing straight, staring over the sea of faces. They have waited. They knew this might happen. I stand with my hands clasped before me. It was once given to me as advice for a job interview: clasp the hands together so as not to show them shaking, to hide nerves. The advice stands me in good stead now. Trying to keep any wavering out of my voice, I look at my Master, and then the auctioneer. "I'll do it. Let's get on with it." There is a glint in my Master's eye. He nods acknowledgement to me, but do I see… admiration? The bidding resumes, but this time I am uncertain what exactly is being bid for. What have I agreed to? All I know is that the bids keep climbing and that half that money is mine. I must simply keep my nerve for a week. Light—headed, feeling a little spaced—out, I allow myself to drift off… With a bang, the hammer comes down again. As I see the winning bid on the monitor, my heart misses a beat. So much money. Who is it? Who is it? Immediately, my Master comes to my side. Taking me by the arm he leads me to the office. "Sign there and there, Charlotte. I'll handle everything else. Don't worry. I'll look after you and your interests." I sign and then sit awhile while my Master speaks with the auctioneer. There is much muttered discussion. My Master breaks loose from the discussion, looking pleased. "Come on Charlotte. Let's get you out of here. You have an exciting week ahead of you." Still a bit dazed, I follow my Master. Taking my hand, as though we are a perfectly normal couple, he hails a taxi and barks a hotel address at the driver. The address is very much at the classy end of town. I had sort of expected this. With what he is paying for me, he just has to be rich. But when we arrive at the block, we take the lift to the penthouse. He catches my eye. "Not my home Charlotte. I've just rented it for the week, but the auction house knows where I have brought you." My jitters have returned and my Master sees this. "Relax. We'll have a meal first I think. Calm you down a bit. And perhaps some wine inside you might help? Do you like champagne?" "Um, not sure. I've never had it." "Excellent. I can introduce you to it then? What kind of food do you like?" "Err... Don't mind really… Italian?" "Fine. We'll go to Luigi's around the corner then. I'll reserve a table for us. Why don't you have a look around? Have a bath or a shower perhaps? Make yourself comfortable. If you look in the wardrobes you will find bathrobes and…other clothes. Look them over." I leave him calling the restaurant to make the booking. Exploring the huge apartment, the lounge is vast and tastefully decorated, the bathroom luxurious, the bedroom… The bedroom is beautiful. Whoever decorated it must have paid a fortune. The bed… I don't want to look at the bed. I explore the wardrobes instead, which do indeed contain bathrobes. The other clothes range from jeans and tee—shirts, through the classic little black cocktail dress and evening gowns to… Black leather? Vinyl? Some kind of harness? I take a robe and close the wardrobe again, turning to head for the bathroom, and all but scream as I walk into my Master who is standing behind me, offering me a champagne flute. "Calm down Charlotte. I promise I am not going to hurt you." Putting down the glass, he takes me in his arms, holding me like a little girl and kisses the top of my head. "I won't hurt you," he repeats. "Have your bath. Afterwards, try the dresses for size. They should fit. Your measurements were listed in the auction ad. I think the black one would suit you well, but you choose." He retrieves the glass and pushes it into my hand. "Please drink that. I want you to enjoy yourself." He grins, wickedly. "Think of this as…'the adventure of a lifetime'." He is right. I have committed myself. His grin is infectious, and I start to smile as I gulp down the champagne. "You know," he says, "it really isn't meant to be drunk like that. Champagne should be savoured. Come and have some more." Later that evening, I feel great. My nerves have gone. I am having an adventure. I am here for the ride. At the restaurant, my Master is good company: full of interesting talk and anecdotes. "I don't want to embarrass you Charlotte. Here in public, you can call me 'James'. In private, I am 'Master'." Full of excellent food, and with perhaps just a little more wine inside than is quite good for me, we return to the hotel. My Master is all courtesy, holding out a hand to invite me to enter the apartment first, standing behind me to slip the coat from my shoulders, hanging it carefully. Eyes meeting mine, he takes me by the hand, leading me through to the bedroom. It is dimly lit, with only a flickering glow from candles scattered here and there. Standing before me, he strokes my face. "I'll tell you what's going to happen now Charlotte. Because this is your first time, you don't know what to expect. No matter what you have seen in movies or read in books, you just don't." I am trembling with a mixture of excitement, nerves and anticipation. I am confident that my Master will not hurt me more than necessary, but… He continues. "I am going to undress you, quite slowly, because I am going to enjoy that. I saw you neked at the auction, but I didn't like it, seeing you treated like goods. This time I want to undress you carefully, to enjoy your body and for you to enjoy it too. If you would like to undress me too, partially or completely, that's fine, but you don't have to if you don't want to. Are you with me so far?" He takes my chin in one hand, tilting my face to his so that I must look him in the eye. I nod, gulping.	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2,195,251	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2195252}'	No	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	Free Chapters👉	After buying my vrginity, my master shared me with other men. "Later, you will be tied and restrained." At his words, a surge of juices floods between my theghs. Opening my knees my Master sees how wet I am, and "Mmmm"s with a pleased sound. "Swing your legs up. Open your knees. Wider. Let me see you." I convulse at this never—before—experienced sensation. My arms have, disobediently, flailed at random, and my Master's hands grab me by the wrists. "Did I tell you to move? Bad girl, are you asking for a punishment?" Series One Book 1 <The Vrgin Auctioned> Chapter 1—01 I stand on the podium, looking at the crowd in front of me. I'm scared, trembling as I face them. I can't complain. I volunteered for this, and in a few days, I'll have more money than I've ever seen in my life. But I have to get through the next few days and… I'm scared. I am looking at a sea of male faces: handsome, ugly, white, black, Hispanic, Asian, tall, short. You name it, they're in front of me. The only thing they have in common: they're all rich. Some of them are very rich. I suppose that it will be one of the very rich ones who buys me. "Charlotte, turn around," instructs the auctioneer. "The clients want to see what they are paying for." I swallow hard and turn slowly around and, trying not to look anyone in the eye, drop my gaze to the floor. My breath is fast and short, my heart pounding. "Raise your head," shouts a voice from the floor. "At these prices, I want to see what I'm getting." I raise my head, biting my lip and trying to be brave. It's too late for me to back out now. If I do, they'll never give me a second chance and I'll have lost the opportunity of a lifetime. All the faces are staring at me. The auctioneer leans over to me and whispers, "If you want to get your price up, look at them. Smile a bit. You need to look young and shy, but not scared stupid. They want to know they're going to have a good time with you." I nod and try to follow his advice. Perhaps I could pick out odd individual faces and just exchange a look with them for a moment. Scanning the array of faces, I settle on a few of the more handsome, or more friendly—looking, ones. Some of the guys look quite scary and I really hope that none of them will be the winning bidder. "Now then gentlemen," starts the auctioneer. "We all know why we are here. Charlotte here is twenty—two years old and has been certified by our medical experts to be a vrgin. Of course, the winning bidder will be able to test that out for himself. All bids are final except in the event of Charlotte herself not complying with the terms of the auction. Which is to say that she will willingly serve the winning bidder in any way he requires for a period of one week. The sale of her vrginity is included in the terms. Recipients of the proceeds of the sale are: house takes 50%; Charlotte takes 50%. The winning bid will be lodged in full by the winning bidder with an intermediary attorney immediately after the close of the auction for the period of one week, after which it will be paid to the recipients." "So, gentlemen. Who is going to start the bidding?" Please, please let the bidding go well. I can't have done this for nothing. There is a huge computer screen on the wall, displaying the progress of the bidding. There are perhaps a couple of hundred faces or so actually in front of me, but I know there are remote bids being taken and I see agents pressing ear—pieces to their heads, or scanning computer screens as the bidding progresses. The bidding goes very well, opening with an amount of money that makes me blink, then progressing in thousand—dollar increments. Well, at least I don't have to worry about not coming out of this with something worthwhile. My hope is that I can fund my way through college afterwards. One of the bidders catches my eye. He looks quite nice, good—looking. Will it be him? But after only a few minutes, he drops out, shaking his head at me. A note is passed to the auctioneer. He holds up his hand. "A pause please gentlemen. I am getting the message from several sources that for them to be willing to bid any higher, they want to be able to see more." He addresses me directly, "Charlotte. It is entirely your choice, but are you willing to undress at this stage, on the podium? It will almost certainly help you to bring a better price." "Undress now? All the way?" "It's up to you Charlotte. No—one is going to make you. But the better they can see what they are buying, the better your chances." I nod, gulping. Except for the black leather collar at my throat, I am dressed sexily but demurely, not showing too much. The hall falls silent as I unbutton the blouse and let it fall to the floor. My skirt follows, leaving me skimpily dressed in black lace small clothes. "C'mon," shouts a voice from the back "let's see the rest." Oh God, don't let it be him… Flushing, I unclip my bre, releasing my large, pendulous things. It feels no better, seeing appreciative, and sometimes calculating, looks from some of the faces in front of me. Slipping fingers inside my rest clothes, I slide them down to join the puddle of clothes on the floor. I hadn't anticipated this, thinking that I would at least be in private with whoever my owner of one week was going to be. Neked, I stand in front of my audience, trying to stand straight and thinking that I should be wanting to burst into tears. Oddly, I don't. The attack of nerves that has been holding me for the last two days is fading away and is being replaced with a kind of anticipation. My trembling is turning instead into a kind of quivering. It dawns on me that I am actually beginning to enjoy this. Shaking my head, my long copper—bronze hair settles in a cloud around my shoulders and cascading down to my waist. I am at least confident that I look good; flat—stomached, narrow—waisted and long—legged, I know that I have something worth selling. The bidding resumes. With mounting excitement, I watch the monitor as the high bid climbs ever higher. To my relief, the creep who shouted from the back of the room seems to be knocked out of the bidding early. Some of the audience seem to be there only to watch. Is this how they get their kicks? But plenty more do bid and I see more remote bids coming in through the agents. The bidding settles into a three—way war between a short fat man (urgghhhh… noooo…), a tall, kinda—Chinesey—looking, guy, and someone at the back that I cannot see. The fat guy drops out, shaking his head and looking angry. The bidding continues between the Chinese guy and the other…then pauses… Series One Book 1 Chapter 2—02 "Final offer gentlemen? I have the bidding with number 247 at the back." The hammer hovers then bangs down. "Sold! Number 247." "Charlotte. Come down to the office please," says the auctioneer. Once I am inside he says, "Please read the sale document aloud and then sign it." I read the document. I agree that I am selling myself for the period of one week, to include the sale of my vrginity. I certify that I am a vrgin and "clean". I accept that I am agreeing to anything required of me by my Master that does not result in permanent injury to me… It goes on. I read it aloud, demonstrating that I know exactly what I am agreeing to. Who is my new Master? A man pushes out of the crowd and passes a credit card to the auctioneer. A minute later he has keyed in a PIN. The auctioneer clips a lead to the collar on my neck and passes it to the man. He is tall and quite good—looking in a severe sort of way. Dressed in a white shirt, black pants and a leather jacket, his clothes look expensive but restrained. Dark, but silvering, hair frames a tanned face and deep brown eyes. His eyes smile as he looks at me, but his mouth does not. "Nice to meet you Charlotte. I'm your new Master for the week." "Nice to meet you too," I mumble, my nerves returning big—time. "Nice to meet you, Master," he says, tugging sharply at the leash. "Sorry, Master. Nice to meet you, Master." "That's better. Now come with me. We're going to have a little chat." He leads me to an ante—room to the auction chamber. It seems to be a storage room for the more usual kind of auction, furniture stacked everywhere, pictures and ornaments, bric—a—brac, the left—overs of the lives of people who have moved on. My Master sits on an antique chair, dark wood intricately carved, gleaming gold in reflected sunlight, and smelling of beeswax. He is still holding my leash and looks me up and down carefully from where he sits. "Don't worry," he says. "I'll let you put some clothes on before we go. But right now, I'm enjoying the view." I am lost for words and just nod, standing awkwardly under the gaze of my Master. "On your knees, Charlotte," he says. I obey, trying not to graze my knees on the stone flag floor. Looking me straight in the face, he says, "Are you really a vrgin, Charlotte?" I nod dumbly. "Is Charlotte your real name?" Shake head. "No of course not. But for the avoidance of doubt for you, the auction house knows exactly who I am." He laughs. "If nothing else, they have my credit card details." Looking down at me, he tilts his head. "You are, how old? Twenty—two, was it?" I nod. "It's not easy to be a twenty—two—year—old vrgin these days. How did you manage it?" "I got married. But he didn't love me. I found out later that he'd only got married to please his parents… He…he didn't like girls… On our wedding night, he wouldn't…" I run out of words. My Master sacks in his cheeks. "Not a good start to life, I have to agree. So, after the failure of this miserable marriage…?" "I didn't have anything. I didn't know what to do. I want to go to college, but that needs a lot of money and my parents can't afford to help, so…" "So, you decided to sell the assets you have, to the highest bidder to fund your way through college?" "Yes." He leans forward, sliding a finger down the side of my face to my collar bone. "A brave thing to do. I have to admire your guts, but it was astonishingly dangerous. You're lucky to have me as your buyer. Men who play these sorts of games can have very…elaborate tastes in entertainment. I suspect you didn't know what you were agreeing to when you signed that contract. I'm going to enjoy taking your cherry and I'll test you to the edge with other games, believe me. But I won't do anything that might hurt you, not permanently." I gulp at the thought of what this might mean. What is he suggesting? "Tell me Charlotte. How much were you hoping to make out of this? That auction total was good, but it won't get you through college." "I don't really know. Just as much as possible." He pauses, obviously trying to choose his words. "The reason I am asking this Charlotte is that I have paid a very good price for you, but you could earn more if you are willing and if you have the nerve to carry it through." What does he mean? My mouth is dry and I simply wait for him to continue. "Let me tell you a little about myself. You have done this because you dream of a better life. Good for you. I have dreams too. Perhaps fantasies is a better word… One of them is to have a young and beautiful girl kneeling neked in front of me." He smiles down at me and I blush. "Another is…well, this is going to be your first time. They say that we all remember our first time and I suppose mine would have been about average. I was a young, incompetent fumbler, but an older woman did me a favour and guided me through. She made it good for me. I've always dreamed of being able to take a girl's vrginity and make her first time wonderful for her. Do you understand me?" Feeling much reassured, "Mmm. That sounds…nice." "I'm glad you think so. Don't worry. Your first time is going to be as good as I know how to make it for you… However…" He draws a deep breath. "There was a room full of men in there who would willingly pay to play other games with a girl like you: young, inexperienced, beautiful." My mouth is dry. "I'm sorry, I don't understand…" "I own you for a week, Charlotte. If you want to earn as much money as possible, then it doesn't have to be just me. I have other fantasies than simply having your vrginity. I'd like to share you with other men. Watch them with you. Let them watch me with you. Several of us sharing you. But…" He stabs a finger towards me. "Understand that I won't do this without your agreement and without you being well—rewarded for it. I'm asking you now because while we are still here at the auction house, this could be arranged if it is what you want and are willing to do it." I am shaking now. "Can I have a few minutes to think about it?" Series One Book 1 Chapter 3—03 "Of course. That's only fair. I will stress, if you agree to this, you will be tested to the limit, but you won't be permanently hurt. I won't let anything serious happen to you. I will be in control, and I will control what happens. It's your choice." He stands. "I'm going to leave you alone for a while. Give you some space to think. I'll be next door. Come through when you're ready." He walks out, but then a moment later the door swings open again and he tosses something to me. "And put your clothes on Charlotte. I own you now, but you are in charge of what happens in the next few minutes." I get dressed, thinking hard. This could bring in enough to see me right through college. In truth, I know that I am not considering what to do. I have already decided. I am simply screwing up the courage to do it. Fully dressed, I step into the auction chamber and stand on the podium again, head raised, standing straight, staring over the sea of faces. They have waited. They knew this might happen. I stand with my hands clasped before me. It was once given to me as advice for a job interview: clasp the hands together so as not to show them shaking, to hide nerves. The advice stands me in good stead now. Trying to keep any wavering out of my voice, I look at my Master, and then the auctioneer. "I'll do it. Let's get on with it." There is a glint in my Master's eye. He nods acknowledgement to me, but do I see… admiration? The bidding resumes, but this time I am uncertain what exactly is being bid for. What have I agreed to? All I know is that the bids keep climbing and that half that money is mine. I must simply keep my nerve for a week. Light—headed, feeling a little spaced—out, I allow myself to drift off… With a bang, the hammer comes down again. As I see the winning bid on the monitor, my heart misses a beat. So much money. Who is it? Who is it? Immediately, my Master comes to my side. Taking me by the arm he leads me to the office. "Sign there and there, Charlotte. I'll handle everything else. Don't worry. I'll look after you and your interests." I sign and then sit awhile while my Master speaks with the auctioneer. There is much muttered discussion. My Master breaks loose from the discussion, looking pleased. "Come on Charlotte. Let's get you out of here. You have an exciting week ahead of you." Still a bit dazed, I follow my Master. Taking my hand, as though we are a perfectly normal couple, he hails a taxi and barks a hotel address at the driver. The address is very much at the classy end of town. I had sort of expected this. With what he is paying for me, he just has to be rich. But when we arrive at the block, we take the lift to the penthouse. He catches my eye. "Not my home Charlotte. I've just rented it for the week, but the auction house knows where I have brought you." My jitters have returned and my Master sees this. "Relax. We'll have a meal first I think. Calm you down a bit. And perhaps some wine inside you might help? Do you like champagne?" "Um, not sure. I've never had it." "Excellent. I can introduce you to it then? What kind of food do you like?" "Err... Don't mind really… Italian?" "Fine. We'll go to Luigi's around the corner then. I'll reserve a table for us. Why don't you have a look around? Have a bath or a shower perhaps? Make yourself comfortable. If you look in the wardrobes you will find bathrobes and…other clothes. Look them over." I leave him calling the restaurant to make the booking. Exploring the huge apartment, the lounge is vast and tastefully decorated, the bathroom luxurious, the bedroom… The bedroom is beautiful. Whoever decorated it must have paid a fortune. The bed… I don't want to look at the bed. I explore the wardrobes instead, which do indeed contain bathrobes. The other clothes range from jeans and tee—shirts, through the classic little black cocktail dress and evening gowns to… Black leather? Vinyl? Some kind of harness? I take a robe and close the wardrobe again, turning to head for the bathroom, and all but scream as I walk into my Master who is standing behind me, offering me a champagne flute. "Calm down Charlotte. I promise I am not going to hurt you." Putting down the glass, he takes me in his arms, holding me like a little girl and kisses the top of my head. "I won't hurt you," he repeats. "Have your bath. Afterwards, try the dresses for size. They should fit. Your measurements were listed in the auction ad. I think the black one would suit you well, but you choose." He retrieves the glass and pushes it into my hand. "Please drink that. I want you to enjoy yourself." He grins, wickedly. "Think of this as…'the adventure of a lifetime'." He is right. I have committed myself. His grin is infectious, and I start to smile as I gulp down the champagne. "You know," he says, "it really isn't meant to be drunk like that. Champagne should be savoured. Come and have some more." Later that evening, I feel great. My nerves have gone. I am having an adventure. I am here for the ride. At the restaurant, my Master is good company: full of interesting talk and anecdotes. "I don't want to embarrass you Charlotte. Here in public, you can call me 'James'. In private, I am 'Master'." Full of excellent food, and with perhaps just a little more wine inside than is quite good for me, we return to the hotel. My Master is all courtesy, holding out a hand to invite me to enter the apartment first, standing behind me to slip the coat from my shoulders, hanging it carefully. Eyes meeting mine, he takes me by the hand, leading me through to the bedroom. It is dimly lit, with only a flickering glow from candles scattered here and there. Standing before me, he strokes my face. "I'll tell you what's going to happen now Charlotte. Because this is your first time, you don't know what to expect. No matter what you have seen in movies or read in books, you just don't." I am trembling with a mixture of excitement, nerves and anticipation. I am confident that my Master will not hurt me more than necessary, but… He continues. "I am going to undress you, quite slowly, because I am going to enjoy that. I saw you neked at the auction, but I didn't like it, seeing you treated like goods. This time I want to undress you carefully, to enjoy your body and for you to enjoy it too. If you would like to undress me too, partially or completely, that's fine, but you don't have to if you don't want to. Are you with me so far?" He takes my chin in one hand, tilting my face to his so that I must look him in the eye. I nod, gulping.	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2,195,254	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2195252}'	No	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	Free Chapters👉	After buying my vrginity, my master shared me with other men. "Later, you will be tied and restrained." At his words, a surge of juices floods between my theghs. Opening my knees my Master sees how wet I am, and "Mmmm"s with a pleased sound. "Swing your legs up. Open your knees. Wider. Let me see you." I convulse at this never—before—experienced sensation. My arms have, disobediently, flailed at random, and my Master's hands grab me by the wrists. "Did I tell you to move? Bad girl, are you asking for a punishment?" Series One Book 1 <The Vrgin Auctioned> Chapter 1—01 I stand on the podium, looking at the crowd in front of me. I'm scared, trembling as I face them. I can't complain. I volunteered for this, and in a few days, I'll have more money than I've ever seen in my life. But I have to get through the next few days and… I'm scared. I am looking at a sea of male faces: handsome, ugly, white, black, Hispanic, Asian, tall, short. You name it, they're in front of me. The only thing they have in common: they're all rich. Some of them are very rich. I suppose that it will be one of the very rich ones who buys me. "Charlotte, turn around," instructs the auctioneer. "The clients want to see what they are paying for." I swallow hard and turn slowly around and, trying not to look anyone in the eye, drop my gaze to the floor. My breath is fast and short, my heart pounding. "Raise your head," shouts a voice from the floor. "At these prices, I want to see what I'm getting." I raise my head, biting my lip and trying to be brave. It's too late for me to back out now. If I do, they'll never give me a second chance and I'll have lost the opportunity of a lifetime. All the faces are staring at me. The auctioneer leans over to me and whispers, "If you want to get your price up, look at them. Smile a bit. You need to look young and shy, but not scared stupid. They want to know they're going to have a good time with you." I nod and try to follow his advice. Perhaps I could pick out odd individual faces and just exchange a look with them for a moment. Scanning the array of faces, I settle on a few of the more handsome, or more friendly—looking, ones. Some of the guys look quite scary and I really hope that none of them will be the winning bidder. "Now then gentlemen," starts the auctioneer. "We all know why we are here. Charlotte here is twenty—two years old and has been certified by our medical experts to be a vrgin. Of course, the winning bidder will be able to test that out for himself. All bids are final except in the event of Charlotte herself not complying with the terms of the auction. Which is to say that she will willingly serve the winning bidder in any way he requires for a period of one week. The sale of her vrginity is included in the terms. Recipients of the proceeds of the sale are: house takes 50%; Charlotte takes 50%. The winning bid will be lodged in full by the winning bidder with an intermediary attorney immediately after the close of the auction for the period of one week, after which it will be paid to the recipients." "So, gentlemen. Who is going to start the bidding?" Please, please let the bidding go well. I can't have done this for nothing. There is a huge computer screen on the wall, displaying the progress of the bidding. There are perhaps a couple of hundred faces or so actually in front of me, but I know there are remote bids being taken and I see agents pressing ear—pieces to their heads, or scanning computer screens as the bidding progresses. The bidding goes very well, opening with an amount of money that makes me blink, then progressing in thousand—dollar increments. Well, at least I don't have to worry about not coming out of this with something worthwhile. My hope is that I can fund my way through college afterwards. One of the bidders catches my eye. He looks quite nice, good—looking. Will it be him? But after only a few minutes, he drops out, shaking his head at me. A note is passed to the auctioneer. He holds up his hand. "A pause please gentlemen. I am getting the message from several sources that for them to be willing to bid any higher, they want to be able to see more." He addresses me directly, "Charlotte. It is entirely your choice, but are you willing to undress at this stage, on the podium? It will almost certainly help you to bring a better price." "Undress now? All the way?" "It's up to you Charlotte. No—one is going to make you. But the better they can see what they are buying, the better your chances." I nod, gulping. Except for the black leather collar at my throat, I am dressed sexily but demurely, not showing too much. The hall falls silent as I unbutton the blouse and let it fall to the floor. My skirt follows, leaving me skimpily dressed in black lace small clothes. "C'mon," shouts a voice from the back "let's see the rest." Oh God, don't let it be him… Flushing, I unclip my bre, releasing my large, pendulous things. It feels no better, seeing appreciative, and sometimes calculating, looks from some of the faces in front of me. Slipping fingers inside my rest clothes, I slide them down to join the puddle of clothes on the floor. I hadn't anticipated this, thinking that I would at least be in private with whoever my owner of one week was going to be. Neked, I stand in front of my audience, trying to stand straight and thinking that I should be wanting to burst into tears. Oddly, I don't. The attack of nerves that has been holding me for the last two days is fading away and is being replaced with a kind of anticipation. My trembling is turning instead into a kind of quivering. It dawns on me that I am actually beginning to enjoy this. Shaking my head, my long copper—bronze hair settles in a cloud around my shoulders and cascading down to my waist. I am at least confident that I look good; flat—stomached, narrow—waisted and long—legged, I know that I have something worth selling. The bidding resumes. With mounting excitement, I watch the monitor as the high bid climbs ever higher. To my relief, the creep who shouted from the back of the room seems to be knocked out of the bidding early. Some of the audience seem to be there only to watch. Is this how they get their kicks? But plenty more do bid and I see more remote bids coming in through the agents. The bidding settles into a three—way war between a short fat man (urgghhhh… noooo…), a tall, kinda—Chinesey—looking, guy, and someone at the back that I cannot see. The fat guy drops out, shaking his head and looking angry. The bidding continues between the Chinese guy and the other…then pauses… Series One Book 1 Chapter 2—02 "Final offer gentlemen? I have the bidding with number 247 at the back." The hammer hovers then bangs down. "Sold! Number 247." "Charlotte. Come down to the office please," says the auctioneer. Once I am inside he says, "Please read the sale document aloud and then sign it." I read the document. I agree that I am selling myself for the period of one week, to include the sale of my vrginity. I certify that I am a vrgin and "clean". I accept that I am agreeing to anything required of me by my Master that does not result in permanent injury to me… It goes on. I read it aloud, demonstrating that I know exactly what I am agreeing to. Who is my new Master? A man pushes out of the crowd and passes a credit card to the auctioneer. A minute later he has keyed in a PIN. The auctioneer clips a lead to the collar on my neck and passes it to the man. He is tall and quite good—looking in a severe sort of way. Dressed in a white shirt, black pants and a leather jacket, his clothes look expensive but restrained. Dark, but silvering, hair frames a tanned face and deep brown eyes. His eyes smile as he looks at me, but his mouth does not. "Nice to meet you Charlotte. I'm your new Master for the week." "Nice to meet you too," I mumble, my nerves returning big—time. "Nice to meet you, Master," he says, tugging sharply at the leash. "Sorry, Master. Nice to meet you, Master." "That's better. Now come with me. We're going to have a little chat." He leads me to an ante—room to the auction chamber. It seems to be a storage room for the more usual kind of auction, furniture stacked everywhere, pictures and ornaments, bric—a—brac, the left—overs of the lives of people who have moved on. My Master sits on an antique chair, dark wood intricately carved, gleaming gold in reflected sunlight, and smelling of beeswax. He is still holding my leash and looks me up and down carefully from where he sits. "Don't worry," he says. "I'll let you put some clothes on before we go. But right now, I'm enjoying the view." I am lost for words and just nod, standing awkwardly under the gaze of my Master. "On your knees, Charlotte," he says. I obey, trying not to graze my knees on the stone flag floor. Looking me straight in the face, he says, "Are you really a vrgin, Charlotte?" I nod dumbly. "Is Charlotte your real name?" Shake head. "No of course not. But for the avoidance of doubt for you, the auction house knows exactly who I am." He laughs. "If nothing else, they have my credit card details." Looking down at me, he tilts his head. "You are, how old? Twenty—two, was it?" I nod. "It's not easy to be a twenty—two—year—old vrgin these days. How did you manage it?" "I got married. But he didn't love me. I found out later that he'd only got married to please his parents… He…he didn't like girls… On our wedding night, he wouldn't…" I run out of words. My Master sacks in his cheeks. "Not a good start to life, I have to agree. So, after the failure of this miserable marriage…?" "I didn't have anything. I didn't know what to do. I want to go to college, but that needs a lot of money and my parents can't afford to help, so…" "So, you decided to sell the assets you have, to the highest bidder to fund your way through college?" "Yes." He leans forward, sliding a finger down the side of my face to my collar bone. "A brave thing to do. I have to admire your guts, but it was astonishingly dangerous. You're lucky to have me as your buyer. Men who play these sorts of games can have very…elaborate tastes in entertainment. I suspect you didn't know what you were agreeing to when you signed that contract. I'm going to enjoy taking your cherry and I'll test you to the edge with other games, believe me. But I won't do anything that might hurt you, not permanently." I gulp at the thought of what this might mean. What is he suggesting? "Tell me Charlotte. How much were you hoping to make out of this? That auction total was good, but it won't get you through college." "I don't really know. Just as much as possible." He pauses, obviously trying to choose his words. "The reason I am asking this Charlotte is that I have paid a very good price for you, but you could earn more if you are willing and if you have the nerve to carry it through." What does he mean? My mouth is dry and I simply wait for him to continue. "Let me tell you a little about myself. You have done this because you dream of a better life. Good for you. I have dreams too. Perhaps fantasies is a better word… One of them is to have a young and beautiful girl kneeling neked in front of me." He smiles down at me and I blush. "Another is…well, this is going to be your first time. They say that we all remember our first time and I suppose mine would have been about average. I was a young, incompetent fumbler, but an older woman did me a favour and guided me through. She made it good for me. I've always dreamed of being able to take a girl's vrginity and make her first time wonderful for her. Do you understand me?" Feeling much reassured, "Mmm. That sounds…nice." "I'm glad you think so. Don't worry. Your first time is going to be as good as I know how to make it for you… However…" He draws a deep breath. "There was a room full of men in there who would willingly pay to play other games with a girl like you: young, inexperienced, beautiful." My mouth is dry. "I'm sorry, I don't understand…" "I own you for a week, Charlotte. If you want to earn as much money as possible, then it doesn't have to be just me. I have other fantasies than simply having your vrginity. I'd like to share you with other men. Watch them with you. Let them watch me with you. Several of us sharing you. But…" He stabs a finger towards me. "Understand that I won't do this without your agreement and without you being well—rewarded for it. I'm asking you now because while we are still here at the auction house, this could be arranged if it is what you want and are willing to do it." I am shaking now. "Can I have a few minutes to think about it?" Series One Book 1 Chapter 3—03 "Of course. That's only fair. I will stress, if you agree to this, you will be tested to the limit, but you won't be permanently hurt. I won't let anything serious happen to you. I will be in control, and I will control what happens. It's your choice." He stands. "I'm going to leave you alone for a while. Give you some space to think. I'll be next door. Come through when you're ready." He walks out, but then a moment later the door swings open again and he tosses something to me. "And put your clothes on Charlotte. I own you now, but you are in charge of what happens in the next few minutes." I get dressed, thinking hard. This could bring in enough to see me right through college. In truth, I know that I am not considering what to do. I have already decided. I am simply screwing up the courage to do it. Fully dressed, I step into the auction chamber and stand on the podium again, head raised, standing straight, staring over the sea of faces. They have waited. They knew this might happen. I stand with my hands clasped before me. It was once given to me as advice for a job interview: clasp the hands together so as not to show them shaking, to hide nerves. The advice stands me in good stead now. Trying to keep any wavering out of my voice, I look at my Master, and then the auctioneer. "I'll do it. Let's get on with it." There is a glint in my Master's eye. He nods acknowledgement to me, but do I see… admiration? The bidding resumes, but this time I am uncertain what exactly is being bid for. What have I agreed to? All I know is that the bids keep climbing and that half that money is mine. I must simply keep my nerve for a week. Light—headed, feeling a little spaced—out, I allow myself to drift off… With a bang, the hammer comes down again. As I see the winning bid on the monitor, my heart misses a beat. So much money. Who is it? Who is it? Immediately, my Master comes to my side. Taking me by the arm he leads me to the office. "Sign there and there, Charlotte. I'll handle everything else. Don't worry. I'll look after you and your interests." I sign and then sit awhile while my Master speaks with the auctioneer. There is much muttered discussion. My Master breaks loose from the discussion, looking pleased. "Come on Charlotte. Let's get you out of here. You have an exciting week ahead of you." Still a bit dazed, I follow my Master. Taking my hand, as though we are a perfectly normal couple, he hails a taxi and barks a hotel address at the driver. The address is very much at the classy end of town. I had sort of expected this. With what he is paying for me, he just has to be rich. But when we arrive at the block, we take the lift to the penthouse. He catches my eye. "Not my home Charlotte. I've just rented it for the week, but the auction house knows where I have brought you." My jitters have returned and my Master sees this. "Relax. We'll have a meal first I think. Calm you down a bit. And perhaps some wine inside you might help? Do you like champagne?" "Um, not sure. I've never had it." "Excellent. I can introduce you to it then? What kind of food do you like?" "Err... Don't mind really… Italian?" "Fine. We'll go to Luigi's around the corner then. I'll reserve a table for us. Why don't you have a look around? Have a bath or a shower perhaps? Make yourself comfortable. If you look in the wardrobes you will find bathrobes and…other clothes. Look them over." I leave him calling the restaurant to make the booking. Exploring the huge apartment, the lounge is vast and tastefully decorated, the bathroom luxurious, the bedroom… The bedroom is beautiful. Whoever decorated it must have paid a fortune. The bed… I don't want to look at the bed. I explore the wardrobes instead, which do indeed contain bathrobes. The other clothes range from jeans and tee—shirts, through the classic little black cocktail dress and evening gowns to… Black leather? Vinyl? Some kind of harness? I take a robe and close the wardrobe again, turning to head for the bathroom, and all but scream as I walk into my Master who is standing behind me, offering me a champagne flute. "Calm down Charlotte. I promise I am not going to hurt you." Putting down the glass, he takes me in his arms, holding me like a little girl and kisses the top of my head. "I won't hurt you," he repeats. "Have your bath. Afterwards, try the dresses for size. They should fit. Your measurements were listed in the auction ad. I think the black one would suit you well, but you choose." He retrieves the glass and pushes it into my hand. "Please drink that. I want you to enjoy yourself." He grins, wickedly. "Think of this as…'the adventure of a lifetime'." He is right. I have committed myself. His grin is infectious, and I start to smile as I gulp down the champagne. "You know," he says, "it really isn't meant to be drunk like that. Champagne should be savoured. Come and have some more." Later that evening, I feel great. My nerves have gone. I am having an adventure. I am here for the ride. At the restaurant, my Master is good company: full of interesting talk and anecdotes. "I don't want to embarrass you Charlotte. Here in public, you can call me 'James'. In private, I am 'Master'." Full of excellent food, and with perhaps just a little more wine inside than is quite good for me, we return to the hotel. My Master is all courtesy, holding out a hand to invite me to enter the apartment first, standing behind me to slip the coat from my shoulders, hanging it carefully. Eyes meeting mine, he takes me by the hand, leading me through to the bedroom. It is dimly lit, with only a flickering glow from candles scattered here and there. Standing before me, he strokes my face. "I'll tell you what's going to happen now Charlotte. Because this is your first time, you don't know what to expect. No matter what you have seen in movies or read in books, you just don't." I am trembling with a mixture of excitement, nerves and anticipation. I am confident that my Master will not hurt me more than necessary, but… He continues. "I am going to undress you, quite slowly, because I am going to enjoy that. I saw you neked at the auction, but I didn't like it, seeing you treated like goods. This time I want to undress you carefully, to enjoy your body and for you to enjoy it too. If you would like to undress me too, partially or completely, that's fine, but you don't have to if you don't want to. Are you with me so far?" He takes my chin in one hand, tilting my face to his so that I must look him in the eye. I nod, gulping.	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2,195,255	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2195252}'	No	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	Free Chapters👉	After buying my vrginity, my master shared me with other men. "Later, you will be tied and restrained." At his words, a surge of juices floods between my theghs. Opening my knees my Master sees how wet I am, and "Mmmm"s with a pleased sound. "Swing your legs up. Open your knees. Wider. Let me see you." I convulse at this never—before—experienced sensation. My arms have, disobediently, flailed at random, and my Master's hands grab me by the wrists. "Did I tell you to move? Bad girl, are you asking for a punishment?" Series One Book 1 <The Vrgin Auctioned> Chapter 1—01 I stand on the podium, looking at the crowd in front of me. I'm scared, trembling as I face them. I can't complain. I volunteered for this, and in a few days, I'll have more money than I've ever seen in my life. But I have to get through the next few days and… I'm scared. I am looking at a sea of male faces: handsome, ugly, white, black, Hispanic, Asian, tall, short. You name it, they're in front of me. The only thing they have in common: they're all rich. Some of them are very rich. I suppose that it will be one of the very rich ones who buys me. "Charlotte, turn around," instructs the auctioneer. "The clients want to see what they are paying for." I swallow hard and turn slowly around and, trying not to look anyone in the eye, drop my gaze to the floor. My breath is fast and short, my heart pounding. "Raise your head," shouts a voice from the floor. "At these prices, I want to see what I'm getting." I raise my head, biting my lip and trying to be brave. It's too late for me to back out now. If I do, they'll never give me a second chance and I'll have lost the opportunity of a lifetime. All the faces are staring at me. The auctioneer leans over to me and whispers, "If you want to get your price up, look at them. Smile a bit. You need to look young and shy, but not scared stupid. They want to know they're going to have a good time with you." I nod and try to follow his advice. Perhaps I could pick out odd individual faces and just exchange a look with them for a moment. Scanning the array of faces, I settle on a few of the more handsome, or more friendly—looking, ones. Some of the guys look quite scary and I really hope that none of them will be the winning bidder. "Now then gentlemen," starts the auctioneer. "We all know why we are here. Charlotte here is twenty—two years old and has been certified by our medical experts to be a vrgin. Of course, the winning bidder will be able to test that out for himself. All bids are final except in the event of Charlotte herself not complying with the terms of the auction. Which is to say that she will willingly serve the winning bidder in any way he requires for a period of one week. The sale of her vrginity is included in the terms. Recipients of the proceeds of the sale are: house takes 50%; Charlotte takes 50%. The winning bid will be lodged in full by the winning bidder with an intermediary attorney immediately after the close of the auction for the period of one week, after which it will be paid to the recipients." "So, gentlemen. Who is going to start the bidding?" Please, please let the bidding go well. I can't have done this for nothing. There is a huge computer screen on the wall, displaying the progress of the bidding. There are perhaps a couple of hundred faces or so actually in front of me, but I know there are remote bids being taken and I see agents pressing ear—pieces to their heads, or scanning computer screens as the bidding progresses. The bidding goes very well, opening with an amount of money that makes me blink, then progressing in thousand—dollar increments. Well, at least I don't have to worry about not coming out of this with something worthwhile. My hope is that I can fund my way through college afterwards. One of the bidders catches my eye. He looks quite nice, good—looking. Will it be him? But after only a few minutes, he drops out, shaking his head at me. A note is passed to the auctioneer. He holds up his hand. "A pause please gentlemen. I am getting the message from several sources that for them to be willing to bid any higher, they want to be able to see more." He addresses me directly, "Charlotte. It is entirely your choice, but are you willing to undress at this stage, on the podium? It will almost certainly help you to bring a better price." "Undress now? All the way?" "It's up to you Charlotte. No—one is going to make you. But the better they can see what they are buying, the better your chances." I nod, gulping. Except for the black leather collar at my throat, I am dressed sexily but demurely, not showing too much. The hall falls silent as I unbutton the blouse and let it fall to the floor. My skirt follows, leaving me skimpily dressed in black lace small clothes. "C'mon," shouts a voice from the back "let's see the rest." Oh God, don't let it be him… Flushing, I unclip my bre, releasing my large, pendulous things. It feels no better, seeing appreciative, and sometimes calculating, looks from some of the faces in front of me. Slipping fingers inside my rest clothes, I slide them down to join the puddle of clothes on the floor. I hadn't anticipated this, thinking that I would at least be in private with whoever my owner of one week was going to be. Neked, I stand in front of my audience, trying to stand straight and thinking that I should be wanting to burst into tears. Oddly, I don't. The attack of nerves that has been holding me for the last two days is fading away and is being replaced with a kind of anticipation. My trembling is turning instead into a kind of quivering. It dawns on me that I am actually beginning to enjoy this. Shaking my head, my long copper—bronze hair settles in a cloud around my shoulders and cascading down to my waist. I am at least confident that I look good; flat—stomached, narrow—waisted and long—legged, I know that I have something worth selling. The bidding resumes. With mounting excitement, I watch the monitor as the high bid climbs ever higher. To my relief, the creep who shouted from the back of the room seems to be knocked out of the bidding early. Some of the audience seem to be there only to watch. Is this how they get their kicks? But plenty more do bid and I see more remote bids coming in through the agents. The bidding settles into a three—way war between a short fat man (urgghhhh… noooo…), a tall, kinda—Chinesey—looking, guy, and someone at the back that I cannot see. The fat guy drops out, shaking his head and looking angry. The bidding continues between the Chinese guy and the other…then pauses… Series One Book 1 Chapter 2—02 "Final offer gentlemen? I have the bidding with number 247 at the back." The hammer hovers then bangs down. "Sold! Number 247." "Charlotte. Come down to the office please," says the auctioneer. Once I am inside he says, "Please read the sale document aloud and then sign it." I read the document. I agree that I am selling myself for the period of one week, to include the sale of my vrginity. I certify that I am a vrgin and "clean". I accept that I am agreeing to anything required of me by my Master that does not result in permanent injury to me… It goes on. I read it aloud, demonstrating that I know exactly what I am agreeing to. Who is my new Master? A man pushes out of the crowd and passes a credit card to the auctioneer. A minute later he has keyed in a PIN. The auctioneer clips a lead to the collar on my neck and passes it to the man. He is tall and quite good—looking in a severe sort of way. Dressed in a white shirt, black pants and a leather jacket, his clothes look expensive but restrained. Dark, but silvering, hair frames a tanned face and deep brown eyes. His eyes smile as he looks at me, but his mouth does not. "Nice to meet you Charlotte. I'm your new Master for the week." "Nice to meet you too," I mumble, my nerves returning big—time. "Nice to meet you, Master," he says, tugging sharply at the leash. "Sorry, Master. Nice to meet you, Master." "That's better. Now come with me. We're going to have a little chat." He leads me to an ante—room to the auction chamber. It seems to be a storage room for the more usual kind of auction, furniture stacked everywhere, pictures and ornaments, bric—a—brac, the left—overs of the lives of people who have moved on. My Master sits on an antique chair, dark wood intricately carved, gleaming gold in reflected sunlight, and smelling of beeswax. He is still holding my leash and looks me up and down carefully from where he sits. "Don't worry," he says. "I'll let you put some clothes on before we go. But right now, I'm enjoying the view." I am lost for words and just nod, standing awkwardly under the gaze of my Master. "On your knees, Charlotte," he says. I obey, trying not to graze my knees on the stone flag floor. Looking me straight in the face, he says, "Are you really a vrgin, Charlotte?" I nod dumbly. "Is Charlotte your real name?" Shake head. "No of course not. But for the avoidance of doubt for you, the auction house knows exactly who I am." He laughs. "If nothing else, they have my credit card details." Looking down at me, he tilts his head. "You are, how old? Twenty—two, was it?" I nod. "It's not easy to be a twenty—two—year—old vrgin these days. How did you manage it?" "I got married. But he didn't love me. I found out later that he'd only got married to please his parents… He…he didn't like girls… On our wedding night, he wouldn't…" I run out of words. My Master sacks in his cheeks. "Not a good start to life, I have to agree. So, after the failure of this miserable marriage…?" "I didn't have anything. I didn't know what to do. I want to go to college, but that needs a lot of money and my parents can't afford to help, so…" "So, you decided to sell the assets you have, to the highest bidder to fund your way through college?" "Yes." He leans forward, sliding a finger down the side of my face to my collar bone. "A brave thing to do. I have to admire your guts, but it was astonishingly dangerous. You're lucky to have me as your buyer. Men who play these sorts of games can have very…elaborate tastes in entertainment. I suspect you didn't know what you were agreeing to when you signed that contract. I'm going to enjoy taking your cherry and I'll test you to the edge with other games, believe me. But I won't do anything that might hurt you, not permanently." I gulp at the thought of what this might mean. What is he suggesting? "Tell me Charlotte. How much were you hoping to make out of this? That auction total was good, but it won't get you through college." "I don't really know. Just as much as possible." He pauses, obviously trying to choose his words. "The reason I am asking this Charlotte is that I have paid a very good price for you, but you could earn more if you are willing and if you have the nerve to carry it through." What does he mean? My mouth is dry and I simply wait for him to continue. "Let me tell you a little about myself. You have done this because you dream of a better life. Good for you. I have dreams too. Perhaps fantasies is a better word… One of them is to have a young and beautiful girl kneeling neked in front of me." He smiles down at me and I blush. "Another is…well, this is going to be your first time. They say that we all remember our first time and I suppose mine would have been about average. I was a young, incompetent fumbler, but an older woman did me a favour and guided me through. She made it good for me. I've always dreamed of being able to take a girl's vrginity and make her first time wonderful for her. Do you understand me?" Feeling much reassured, "Mmm. That sounds…nice." "I'm glad you think so. Don't worry. Your first time is going to be as good as I know how to make it for you… However…" He draws a deep breath. "There was a room full of men in there who would willingly pay to play other games with a girl like you: young, inexperienced, beautiful." My mouth is dry. "I'm sorry, I don't understand…" "I own you for a week, Charlotte. If you want to earn as much money as possible, then it doesn't have to be just me. I have other fantasies than simply having your vrginity. I'd like to share you with other men. Watch them with you. Let them watch me with you. Several of us sharing you. But…" He stabs a finger towards me. "Understand that I won't do this without your agreement and without you being well—rewarded for it. I'm asking you now because while we are still here at the auction house, this could be arranged if it is what you want and are willing to do it." I am shaking now. "Can I have a few minutes to think about it?" Series One Book 1 Chapter 3—03 "Of course. That's only fair. I will stress, if you agree to this, you will be tested to the limit, but you won't be permanently hurt. I won't let anything serious happen to you. I will be in control, and I will control what happens. It's your choice." He stands. "I'm going to leave you alone for a while. Give you some space to think. I'll be next door. Come through when you're ready." He walks out, but then a moment later the door swings open again and he tosses something to me. "And put your clothes on Charlotte. I own you now, but you are in charge of what happens in the next few minutes." I get dressed, thinking hard. This could bring in enough to see me right through college. In truth, I know that I am not considering what to do. I have already decided. I am simply screwing up the courage to do it. Fully dressed, I step into the auction chamber and stand on the podium again, head raised, standing straight, staring over the sea of faces. They have waited. They knew this might happen. I stand with my hands clasped before me. It was once given to me as advice for a job interview: clasp the hands together so as not to show them shaking, to hide nerves. The advice stands me in good stead now. Trying to keep any wavering out of my voice, I look at my Master, and then the auctioneer. "I'll do it. Let's get on with it." There is a glint in my Master's eye. He nods acknowledgement to me, but do I see… admiration? The bidding resumes, but this time I am uncertain what exactly is being bid for. What have I agreed to? All I know is that the bids keep climbing and that half that money is mine. I must simply keep my nerve for a week. Light—headed, feeling a little spaced—out, I allow myself to drift off… With a bang, the hammer comes down again. As I see the winning bid on the monitor, my heart misses a beat. So much money. Who is it? Who is it? Immediately, my Master comes to my side. Taking me by the arm he leads me to the office. "Sign there and there, Charlotte. I'll handle everything else. Don't worry. I'll look after you and your interests." I sign and then sit awhile while my Master speaks with the auctioneer. There is much muttered discussion. My Master breaks loose from the discussion, looking pleased. "Come on Charlotte. Let's get you out of here. You have an exciting week ahead of you." Still a bit dazed, I follow my Master. Taking my hand, as though we are a perfectly normal couple, he hails a taxi and barks a hotel address at the driver. The address is very much at the classy end of town. I had sort of expected this. With what he is paying for me, he just has to be rich. But when we arrive at the block, we take the lift to the penthouse. He catches my eye. "Not my home Charlotte. I've just rented it for the week, but the auction house knows where I have brought you." My jitters have returned and my Master sees this. "Relax. We'll have a meal first I think. Calm you down a bit. And perhaps some wine inside you might help? Do you like champagne?" "Um, not sure. I've never had it." "Excellent. I can introduce you to it then? What kind of food do you like?" "Err... Don't mind really… Italian?" "Fine. We'll go to Luigi's around the corner then. I'll reserve a table for us. Why don't you have a look around? Have a bath or a shower perhaps? Make yourself comfortable. If you look in the wardrobes you will find bathrobes and…other clothes. Look them over." I leave him calling the restaurant to make the booking. Exploring the huge apartment, the lounge is vast and tastefully decorated, the bathroom luxurious, the bedroom… The bedroom is beautiful. Whoever decorated it must have paid a fortune. The bed… I don't want to look at the bed. I explore the wardrobes instead, which do indeed contain bathrobes. The other clothes range from jeans and tee—shirts, through the classic little black cocktail dress and evening gowns to… Black leather? Vinyl? Some kind of harness? I take a robe and close the wardrobe again, turning to head for the bathroom, and all but scream as I walk into my Master who is standing behind me, offering me a champagne flute. "Calm down Charlotte. I promise I am not going to hurt you." Putting down the glass, he takes me in his arms, holding me like a little girl and kisses the top of my head. "I won't hurt you," he repeats. "Have your bath. Afterwards, try the dresses for size. They should fit. Your measurements were listed in the auction ad. I think the black one would suit you well, but you choose." He retrieves the glass and pushes it into my hand. "Please drink that. I want you to enjoy yourself." He grins, wickedly. "Think of this as…'the adventure of a lifetime'." He is right. I have committed myself. His grin is infectious, and I start to smile as I gulp down the champagne. "You know," he says, "it really isn't meant to be drunk like that. Champagne should be savoured. Come and have some more." Later that evening, I feel great. My nerves have gone. I am having an adventure. I am here for the ride. At the restaurant, my Master is good company: full of interesting talk and anecdotes. "I don't want to embarrass you Charlotte. Here in public, you can call me 'James'. In private, I am 'Master'." Full of excellent food, and with perhaps just a little more wine inside than is quite good for me, we return to the hotel. My Master is all courtesy, holding out a hand to invite me to enter the apartment first, standing behind me to slip the coat from my shoulders, hanging it carefully. Eyes meeting mine, he takes me by the hand, leading me through to the bedroom. It is dimly lit, with only a flickering glow from candles scattered here and there. Standing before me, he strokes my face. "I'll tell you what's going to happen now Charlotte. Because this is your first time, you don't know what to expect. No matter what you have seen in movies or read in books, you just don't." I am trembling with a mixture of excitement, nerves and anticipation. I am confident that my Master will not hurt me more than necessary, but… He continues. "I am going to undress you, quite slowly, because I am going to enjoy that. I saw you neked at the auction, but I didn't like it, seeing you treated like goods. This time I want to undress you carefully, to enjoy your body and for you to enjoy it too. If you would like to undress me too, partially or completely, that's fine, but you don't have to if you don't want to. Are you with me so far?" He takes my chin in one hand, tilting my face to his so that I must look him in the eye. I nod, gulping.	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2,195,256	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2195252}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	Free Chapters👉	After buying my vrginity, my master shared me with other men. "Later, you will be tied and restrained." At his words, a surge of juices floods between my theghs. Opening my knees my Master sees how wet I am, and "Mmmm"s with a pleased sound. "Swing your legs up. Open your knees. Wider. Let me see you." I convulse at this never—before—experienced sensation. My arms have, disobediently, flailed at random, and my Master's hands grab me by the wrists. "Did I tell you to move? Bad girl, are you asking for a punishment?" Series One Book 1 <The Vrgin Auctioned> Chapter 1—01 I stand on the podium, looking at the crowd in front of me. I'm scared, trembling as I face them. I can't complain. I volunteered for this, and in a few days, I'll have more money than I've ever seen in my life. But I have to get through the next few days and… I'm scared. I am looking at a sea of male faces: handsome, ugly, white, black, Hispanic, Asian, tall, short. You name it, they're in front of me. The only thing they have in common: they're all rich. Some of them are very rich. I suppose that it will be one of the very rich ones who buys me. "Charlotte, turn around," instructs the auctioneer. "The clients want to see what they are paying for." I swallow hard and turn slowly around and, trying not to look anyone in the eye, drop my gaze to the floor. My breath is fast and short, my heart pounding. "Raise your head," shouts a voice from the floor. "At these prices, I want to see what I'm getting." I raise my head, biting my lip and trying to be brave. It's too late for me to back out now. If I do, they'll never give me a second chance and I'll have lost the opportunity of a lifetime. All the faces are staring at me. The auctioneer leans over to me and whispers, "If you want to get your price up, look at them. Smile a bit. You need to look young and shy, but not scared stupid. They want to know they're going to have a good time with you." I nod and try to follow his advice. Perhaps I could pick out odd individual faces and just exchange a look with them for a moment. Scanning the array of faces, I settle on a few of the more handsome, or more friendly—looking, ones. Some of the guys look quite scary and I really hope that none of them will be the winning bidder. "Now then gentlemen," starts the auctioneer. "We all know why we are here. Charlotte here is twenty—two years old and has been certified by our medical experts to be a vrgin. Of course, the winning bidder will be able to test that out for himself. All bids are final except in the event of Charlotte herself not complying with the terms of the auction. Which is to say that she will willingly serve the winning bidder in any way he requires for a period of one week. The sale of her vrginity is included in the terms. Recipients of the proceeds of the sale are: house takes 50%; Charlotte takes 50%. The winning bid will be lodged in full by the winning bidder with an intermediary attorney immediately after the close of the auction for the period of one week, after which it will be paid to the recipients." "So, gentlemen. Who is going to start the bidding?" Please, please let the bidding go well. I can't have done this for nothing. There is a huge computer screen on the wall, displaying the progress of the bidding. There are perhaps a couple of hundred faces or so actually in front of me, but I know there are remote bids being taken and I see agents pressing ear—pieces to their heads, or scanning computer screens as the bidding progresses. The bidding goes very well, opening with an amount of money that makes me blink, then progressing in thousand—dollar increments. Well, at least I don't have to worry about not coming out of this with something worthwhile. My hope is that I can fund my way through college afterwards. One of the bidders catches my eye. He looks quite nice, good—looking. Will it be him? But after only a few minutes, he drops out, shaking his head at me. A note is passed to the auctioneer. He holds up his hand. "A pause please gentlemen. I am getting the message from several sources that for them to be willing to bid any higher, they want to be able to see more." He addresses me directly, "Charlotte. It is entirely your choice, but are you willing to undress at this stage, on the podium? It will almost certainly help you to bring a better price." "Undress now? All the way?" "It's up to you Charlotte. No—one is going to make you. But the better they can see what they are buying, the better your chances." I nod, gulping. Except for the black leather collar at my throat, I am dressed sexily but demurely, not showing too much. The hall falls silent as I unbutton the blouse and let it fall to the floor. My skirt follows, leaving me skimpily dressed in black lace small clothes. "C'mon," shouts a voice from the back "let's see the rest." Oh God, don't let it be him… Flushing, I unclip my bre, releasing my large, pendulous things. It feels no better, seeing appreciative, and sometimes calculating, looks from some of the faces in front of me. Slipping fingers inside my rest clothes, I slide them down to join the puddle of clothes on the floor. I hadn't anticipated this, thinking that I would at least be in private with whoever my owner of one week was going to be. Neked, I stand in front of my audience, trying to stand straight and thinking that I should be wanting to burst into tears. Oddly, I don't. The attack of nerves that has been holding me for the last two days is fading away and is being replaced with a kind of anticipation. My trembling is turning instead into a kind of quivering. It dawns on me that I am actually beginning to enjoy this. Shaking my head, my long copper—bronze hair settles in a cloud around my shoulders and cascading down to my waist. I am at least confident that I look good; flat—stomached, narrow—waisted and long—legged, I know that I have something worth selling. The bidding resumes. With mounting excitement, I watch the monitor as the high bid climbs ever higher. To my relief, the creep who shouted from the back of the room seems to be knocked out of the bidding early. Some of the audience seem to be there only to watch. Is this how they get their kicks? But plenty more do bid and I see more remote bids coming in through the agents. The bidding settles into a three—way war between a short fat man (urgghhhh… noooo…), a tall, kinda—Chinesey—looking, guy, and someone at the back that I cannot see. The fat guy drops out, shaking his head and looking angry. The bidding continues between the Chinese guy and the other…then pauses… Series One Book 1 Chapter 2—02 "Final offer gentlemen? I have the bidding with number 247 at the back." The hammer hovers then bangs down. "Sold! Number 247." "Charlotte. Come down to the office please," says the auctioneer. Once I am inside he says, "Please read the sale document aloud and then sign it." I read the document. I agree that I am selling myself for the period of one week, to include the sale of my vrginity. I certify that I am a vrgin and "clean". I accept that I am agreeing to anything required of me by my Master that does not result in permanent injury to me… It goes on. I read it aloud, demonstrating that I know exactly what I am agreeing to. Who is my new Master? A man pushes out of the crowd and passes a credit card to the auctioneer. A minute later he has keyed in a PIN. The auctioneer clips a lead to the collar on my neck and passes it to the man. He is tall and quite good—looking in a severe sort of way. Dressed in a white shirt, black pants and a leather jacket, his clothes look expensive but restrained. Dark, but silvering, hair frames a tanned face and deep brown eyes. His eyes smile as he looks at me, but his mouth does not. "Nice to meet you Charlotte. I'm your new Master for the week." "Nice to meet you too," I mumble, my nerves returning big—time. "Nice to meet you, Master," he says, tugging sharply at the leash. "Sorry, Master. Nice to meet you, Master." "That's better. Now come with me. We're going to have a little chat." He leads me to an ante—room to the auction chamber. It seems to be a storage room for the more usual kind of auction, furniture stacked everywhere, pictures and ornaments, bric—a—brac, the left—overs of the lives of people who have moved on. My Master sits on an antique chair, dark wood intricately carved, gleaming gold in reflected sunlight, and smelling of beeswax. He is still holding my leash and looks me up and down carefully from where he sits. "Don't worry," he says. "I'll let you put some clothes on before we go. But right now, I'm enjoying the view." I am lost for words and just nod, standing awkwardly under the gaze of my Master. "On your knees, Charlotte," he says. I obey, trying not to graze my knees on the stone flag floor. Looking me straight in the face, he says, "Are you really a vrgin, Charlotte?" I nod dumbly. "Is Charlotte your real name?" Shake head. "No of course not. But for the avoidance of doubt for you, the auction house knows exactly who I am." He laughs. "If nothing else, they have my credit card details." Looking down at me, he tilts his head. "You are, how old? Twenty—two, was it?" I nod. "It's not easy to be a twenty—two—year—old vrgin these days. How did you manage it?" "I got married. But he didn't love me. I found out later that he'd only got married to please his parents… He…he didn't like girls… On our wedding night, he wouldn't…" I run out of words. My Master sacks in his cheeks. "Not a good start to life, I have to agree. So, after the failure of this miserable marriage…?" "I didn't have anything. I didn't know what to do. I want to go to college, but that needs a lot of money and my parents can't afford to help, so…" "So, you decided to sell the assets you have, to the highest bidder to fund your way through college?" "Yes." He leans forward, sliding a finger down the side of my face to my collar bone. "A brave thing to do. I have to admire your guts, but it was astonishingly dangerous. You're lucky to have me as your buyer. Men who play these sorts of games can have very…elaborate tastes in entertainment. I suspect you didn't know what you were agreeing to when you signed that contract. I'm going to enjoy taking your cherry and I'll test you to the edge with other games, believe me. But I won't do anything that might hurt you, not permanently." I gulp at the thought of what this might mean. What is he suggesting? "Tell me Charlotte. How much were you hoping to make out of this? That auction total was good, but it won't get you through college." "I don't really know. Just as much as possible." He pauses, obviously trying to choose his words. "The reason I am asking this Charlotte is that I have paid a very good price for you, but you could earn more if you are willing and if you have the nerve to carry it through." What does he mean? My mouth is dry and I simply wait for him to continue. "Let me tell you a little about myself. You have done this because you dream of a better life. Good for you. I have dreams too. Perhaps fantasies is a better word… One of them is to have a young and beautiful girl kneeling neked in front of me." He smiles down at me and I blush. "Another is…well, this is going to be your first time. They say that we all remember our first time and I suppose mine would have been about average. I was a young, incompetent fumbler, but an older woman did me a favour and guided me through. She made it good for me. I've always dreamed of being able to take a girl's vrginity and make her first time wonderful for her. Do you understand me?" Feeling much reassured, "Mmm. That sounds…nice." "I'm glad you think so. Don't worry. Your first time is going to be as good as I know how to make it for you… However…" He draws a deep breath. "There was a room full of men in there who would willingly pay to play other games with a girl like you: young, inexperienced, beautiful." My mouth is dry. "I'm sorry, I don't understand…" "I own you for a week, Charlotte. If you want to earn as much money as possible, then it doesn't have to be just me. I have other fantasies than simply having your vrginity. I'd like to share you with other men. Watch them with you. Let them watch me with you. Several of us sharing you. But…" He stabs a finger towards me. "Understand that I won't do this without your agreement and without you being well—rewarded for it. I'm asking you now because while we are still here at the auction house, this could be arranged if it is what you want and are willing to do it." I am shaking now. "Can I have a few minutes to think about it?" Series One Book 1 Chapter 3—03 "Of course. That's only fair. I will stress, if you agree to this, you will be tested to the limit, but you won't be permanently hurt. I won't let anything serious happen to you. I will be in control, and I will control what happens. It's your choice." He stands. "I'm going to leave you alone for a while. Give you some space to think. I'll be next door. Come through when you're ready." He walks out, but then a moment later the door swings open again and he tosses something to me. "And put your clothes on Charlotte. I own you now, but you are in charge of what happens in the next few minutes." I get dressed, thinking hard. This could bring in enough to see me right through college. In truth, I know that I am not considering what to do. I have already decided. I am simply screwing up the courage to do it. Fully dressed, I step into the auction chamber and stand on the podium again, head raised, standing straight, staring over the sea of faces. They have waited. They knew this might happen. I stand with my hands clasped before me. It was once given to me as advice for a job interview: clasp the hands together so as not to show them shaking, to hide nerves. The advice stands me in good stead now. Trying to keep any wavering out of my voice, I look at my Master, and then the auctioneer. "I'll do it. Let's get on with it." There is a glint in my Master's eye. He nods acknowledgement to me, but do I see… admiration? The bidding resumes, but this time I am uncertain what exactly is being bid for. What have I agreed to? All I know is that the bids keep climbing and that half that money is mine. I must simply keep my nerve for a week. Light—headed, feeling a little spaced—out, I allow myself to drift off… With a bang, the hammer comes down again. As I see the winning bid on the monitor, my heart misses a beat. So much money. Who is it? Who is it? Immediately, my Master comes to my side. Taking me by the arm he leads me to the office. "Sign there and there, Charlotte. I'll handle everything else. Don't worry. I'll look after you and your interests." I sign and then sit awhile while my Master speaks with the auctioneer. There is much muttered discussion. My Master breaks loose from the discussion, looking pleased. "Come on Charlotte. Let's get you out of here. You have an exciting week ahead of you." Still a bit dazed, I follow my Master. Taking my hand, as though we are a perfectly normal couple, he hails a taxi and barks a hotel address at the driver. The address is very much at the classy end of town. I had sort of expected this. With what he is paying for me, he just has to be rich. But when we arrive at the block, we take the lift to the penthouse. He catches my eye. "Not my home Charlotte. I've just rented it for the week, but the auction house knows where I have brought you." My jitters have returned and my Master sees this. "Relax. We'll have a meal first I think. Calm you down a bit. And perhaps some wine inside you might help? Do you like champagne?" "Um, not sure. I've never had it." "Excellent. I can introduce you to it then? What kind of food do you like?" "Err... Don't mind really… Italian?" "Fine. We'll go to Luigi's around the corner then. I'll reserve a table for us. Why don't you have a look around? Have a bath or a shower perhaps? Make yourself comfortable. If you look in the wardrobes you will find bathrobes and…other clothes. Look them over." I leave him calling the restaurant to make the booking. Exploring the huge apartment, the lounge is vast and tastefully decorated, the bathroom luxurious, the bedroom… The bedroom is beautiful. Whoever decorated it must have paid a fortune. The bed… I don't want to look at the bed. I explore the wardrobes instead, which do indeed contain bathrobes. The other clothes range from jeans and tee—shirts, through the classic little black cocktail dress and evening gowns to… Black leather? Vinyl? Some kind of harness? I take a robe and close the wardrobe again, turning to head for the bathroom, and all but scream as I walk into my Master who is standing behind me, offering me a champagne flute. "Calm down Charlotte. I promise I am not going to hurt you." Putting down the glass, he takes me in his arms, holding me like a little girl and kisses the top of my head. "I won't hurt you," he repeats. "Have your bath. Afterwards, try the dresses for size. They should fit. Your measurements were listed in the auction ad. I think the black one would suit you well, but you choose." He retrieves the glass and pushes it into my hand. "Please drink that. I want you to enjoy yourself." He grins, wickedly. "Think of this as…'the adventure of a lifetime'." He is right. I have committed myself. His grin is infectious, and I start to smile as I gulp down the champagne. "You know," he says, "it really isn't meant to be drunk like that. Champagne should be savoured. Come and have some more." Later that evening, I feel great. My nerves have gone. I am having an adventure. I am here for the ride. At the restaurant, my Master is good company: full of interesting talk and anecdotes. "I don't want to embarrass you Charlotte. Here in public, you can call me 'James'. In private, I am 'Master'." Full of excellent food, and with perhaps just a little more wine inside than is quite good for me, we return to the hotel. My Master is all courtesy, holding out a hand to invite me to enter the apartment first, standing behind me to slip the coat from my shoulders, hanging it carefully. Eyes meeting mine, he takes me by the hand, leading me through to the bedroom. It is dimly lit, with only a flickering glow from candles scattered here and there. Standing before me, he strokes my face. "I'll tell you what's going to happen now Charlotte. Because this is your first time, you don't know what to expect. No matter what you have seen in movies or read in books, you just don't." I am trembling with a mixture of excitement, nerves and anticipation. I am confident that my Master will not hurt me more than necessary, but… He continues. "I am going to undress you, quite slowly, because I am going to enjoy that. I saw you neked at the auction, but I didn't like it, seeing you treated like goods. This time I want to undress you carefully, to enjoy your body and for you to enjoy it too. If you would like to undress me too, partially or completely, that's fine, but you don't have to if you don't want to. Are you with me so far?" He takes my chin in one hand, tilting my face to his so that I must look him in the eye. I nod, gulping.	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