So I wanted to tell you about a lovely little dream I woke up from last night. It was about me, of course. I was slave. Naked and cold on an auction stage. There was a very heavy chain attached to an iron collar around my neck. My hands were tied behind my back. The front of my body faced several dozen people who were shouting out bids for my flesh. I was proud to be considered worth some money, after all that's what a slave's life is all about. When the bidding got close to two thousand dollars, the bids came slower and slower until a man in a black t-shirt ended up with the high bid. When the auctioneer called it, I was sold for two thousand dollars.

They led me off the stage in the heavy chains and left me with the cashier until all the other slave girls had been auctioned off. I waited impatiently for my new owner to come and pay for me. And when he came to the cashier, the cashier looked among all us naked girls, searching for the numbers that had been painted on our thighs. "67 is over there, 98 is there, and 114 is right there." The cashier pointed right at me, number 114. A guard came and took the heavy iron collar from my neck and replaced it with a light leather collar with an attached leash. Three of us naked slaves were led to our new owner. We three had never met before. As we regarded each other's beauty, our new owner paid for us. He took our leashes and ordered us to the parking lot.

Our skins shone brilliantly in the sun. When we reached his car, he put the other two girls in the back seat and opened the trunk for me.  "Get in, slave whore." He held my leash as I stepped over the bumper. One foot in the trunk and one on the pavement, I almost fell over. My balance was off, remember my hands were still tied behind my back. He gave me a little push and I fell into the trunk beside his spare tire.  He pulled my hair and forced me to my knees. "If you weren't a slave girl, I'd almost say you were pretty. But you're a slave, so as far as I'm concerned you're just a fuck bitch." I liked it when he told me these things. He meant that he was glad he bought me.

Never letting go of my hair, he unzipped his trousers and pulled his massive cock out into the sunshine. My eyes grew wide at the sight of his manhood. "Suck master's cock," he commanded. He pulled my hair until I tipped forward, almost spilling out of the trunk. His penis pressed against my moist lips and I opened to receive him. With men and women and slave girls walking through the parking lot, my master pumped his rigid cock into my face hole. I nearly suffocated on his cock, and when he was nearly ready to cum I started to choke.

He spurt three times. The first was straight down my gullet. The second was in my mouth with a long string of sperm hanging from my bottom lip. The third was right into my eye and across my cheek. "Not bad for two thousand dollars," he said as he put his cock back into his trousers.

He pushed me back into the trunk.  "Relax whore, it's a three hour drive back to the farm." And the he slammed the trunk door in my face. I could taste him all the way to my new home.

Luv, your slave,

Amber.