Ginny's Auction Pt. 01

"Now. Are you certain? This could really turn into something intense. I will proceed from here but only, only if you tell me this is something you crave, something you must do."

Ginny was in tears but she looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes and nodded here head. All she said was please.

The next few days saw us discussing ground rules. I only asked Ginny to be truthful. It was important that we had limits, especially if we were going to involve other people in our adventures. But, what would those adventures be? We had gone to a swingers club but didn't find it that appealing. I mean, I watched Ginny fuck two guys, not at the same time, and I had a nice romp with a middle aged Cougar. When we got home, I asked Ginny what she thought and I could tell it wasn't pushing any buttons.

A few nights later, we were watching a movie. Feeling a bit frisky, I told Ginny to get undressed.

"Time for an adventure."

"Mike, it's late. What are you doing?"

"I feel like a walk, c'mon, let's go!"

And with that I held Ginny's hand as we went out the door. It was a few minutes earlier than the first time I tried this enforced nudity on Ginny, but still late enough that I didn't think we would encounter anyone. We reached the corner in no time. Ginny's nipples were hard and her breath was coming in short pants. She sucked in her breath when I said we should go over one more block then head back. We had started down the cross street, when a voice behind us caused us to freeze.

"Excuse me, but is everything alright? I can't help but notice that the young woman is naked. I must say from what I can see from behind, she is quite lovely."

Turning, I noticed a man in his late 50's perhaps early 60's walking his dog.

Speaking to the dog, "Well, Charlie, I am glad you had to go out or I would have missed this. May I ask, just what do you think you're doing?"

Ginny was behind me. I pulled Ginny in front of me and told her to explain why she was outside naked. The man had moved close to us and was looking at Ginny who was trying to cover her charms. "Go on," I said to Ginny.

"I am being punished and I had to go for a walk with my husband, while I am naked."

"Well", said the man, if you're being punished perhaps you shouldn't be covering yourself up."

I told Ginny to stand straight with her arms by her side, exposing her pussy and tits to the stranger.

"Ahh, how nice. Well, don't let me keep you, good night. And with that he turned and walked across the street. We headed for home.

Ginny was panting when we got home. She almost ran to the bedroom, flung herself on the bed and began to thrust her fingers into her pussy. I watched and then undressed and took over the ministrations of her pussy and clit. Stopping, I forced her legs apart and sank my cock into her in one stroke. Ginny had an orgasm that came from deep in her and I pulled out, and turned her on her stomach, slapping her ass as I did.

"Mike, spank me harder!"

I gave her a dozen or so sharp slaps and pulled her cheeks apart, using her cum juices to wet her ass and my cock, I pushed at her butt hole. It took some effort but once I was in I was going to stay in until I emptied my load into her. It didn't take long.

There were many things that had to be said. I was glad that Ginny started while we were cuddling after our exhibitionist inspired fucking.

"That was incredible," said Ginny. "I never felt so humiliated having that man stare at my parts. He wasn't looking at me but was looking at my pussy and tits.

I said to Ginny that if I had been him, I would have been looking at her pussy and tits, too. Remember, I added, that he saw your splendid ass, too.

"What were you feeling when he started talking?"

Ginny thought for a moment and said, "At first, fear. I thought he might call the police or something. Then, what you had said to say if we were discovered kicked in and it was like being wrapped in this submissive blanket. I was being punished. I deserved to be naked. The feeling was almost overwhelming. If he had said we had to come back to his house so he could spank me, or fuck him or blow him, I think I would have."

All I could do was sit there and wonder why I had not noticed this tremendous submissive need before. Nor did I grasp Ginny's need for humiliation.

A week or so later I was coming out of the grocery store on the way home from work. Until he stopped me, I didn't recognize the man who said "hello there" as the man who saw Ginny and I walking.

"Do you have a moment? I really would like to talk to you. Nothing crazy, I promise you."

"Not wanting to be rude, I said I had a few moments.

"There is a coffee shop inside. Let me buy you a coffee."

We went in and sat in the back with our coffee. Given what I was sure was going to be a discussion about Ginny's nude excursion, it was probably the right choice.

"Let me introduce myself. Jonathan Winston. I shook his extended hand and told him my name.

"I am going to get right to it. Is your wife submissive or just an exhibitionist?"

"Well, until recently, I didn't know that she was either. I don't think she would go outside naked unless she felt it was a humiliation. She likes being bound, spanked, or paddled. We have begun to talk about Ginny's fantasies, that's my wife's name, by the way. So, yes, a submissive is a very good answer."

Mr. Winston smiled and told me how he thought that was the case. We talked about Ginny's fantasies and he asked if I would mind a suggestion.

"No, not at all," I said.

"The next time you take Ginny out for a stroll, cuff her hands behind her. If you are so inclined, you could have her make the walk with a small butt plug in her ass."'

Well, he certainly didn't believe in holding back.

"What if we encounter someone," I asked.

"Let them play with her. If it turns her on, then you know you have a submissive on your hands and you should find out more of her fantasies."

We continued talking for a while and then we left. I told Jonathan that he should walk his dog next Sunday morning about 1am.

Saturday night I told Ginny that we going to have an adventure. I told her her to be ready at 1:00 am. I wanted her to shave her pussy.

"Are we going for a walk?"

"Yes, but I am going to make it a bit more challenging."

Ginny came downstairs a few minutes before our walk. I saw that she had removed her pussy hair and I couldn't help running my hand over her mound and slipping a finger or two into her very wet pussy. I told Ginny to go into the kitchen. On the kitchen table were our wrist cuffs. I told Ginny to put them on and I clipped the cuffs together behind Ginny's back. I then had her lean forward over the kitchen table with her legs spread. Taking some lube I applied a generous amount to Ginny's asshole and worked two, then three fingers into her ass. I withdrew my fingers and slid the thin butt plug into her. Once I was satisfied that the plug was in, I lifted Ginny up by her elbow and led her to the door.

"Mike, my shoes."

"Not tonight," I said. "You can walk on the grass where there is grass. You'll just have to tough it out when you cross a driveway. Oh, don't let the plug slip."

And we were out the door.

Our sweet was quiet. No one out and only a street light providing light. As we turned the corner, a few houses ahead was Jonathan and his dog. As we approached him he was all smiles.

"Well, out for another stroll, I see. My name is Jonathan."

I shook his hand but we did not acknowledge the fact that we knew each other and that Jonathan showing up here was prearranged. I then introduced Ginny and explained that, once again, Ginny was being punished. To Ginny's total surprise I told Jonathan to feel free to examine Ginny as that will add to her humiliation.

"Before I do that I must know, Ginny, that you are doing this of your own choice and not being forced."

Ginny said that although she was highly embarrassed she was very turned on and it was fine for Jonathan to touch her.

Jonathan handed me the dog's leash and reached out for Ginny's nipples. He pulled them causing Ginny to gasp and move toward him. Jonathan squeezed her tits and ran his hand down her back.

"What's this?" Jonathan had found the butt plug. "Do you like things in your ass?"

Ginny didn't answer. Jonathan slapped her ass and Ginny quickly answered that she did. Moving his hand to Ginny's slit, he found her clit and pulled on it, causing Ginny to moan.

"Wet. Very nice. Well, thank you Ginny but I should let you go now."

Jonathan took the leash from me and headed toward his home. I turned Ginny around and headed back toward the house.

After an amazing blow job I undid Ginny's cuffs and removed the plug from her ass. I told Ginny that I wanted to watch her make herself cum. She laid on the floor and brought herself off, finishing with three fingers in her pussy.

We continued to explore new avenues of play over the next few months. We had found a swingers group and although we enjoyed the sex with other people, Ginny said it was just sex. We had found a club on a vacation in New York that was devoted to S&M and BDSM play. Ginny especially enjoyed watching a group of people spanking and paddling an attractive middle age women who was placed in stocks with a large butt plug in her ass. Ginny just watched but I was able to give the woman's ass four swats with a flexible paddle.

One night while sitting next to each other on the couch, Ginny was nude, she began to stay naked in the house, I asked her if she now had any new fantasies or had old fantasies become more solid in her mind.

Ginny was lost in thought for a moment but she then said that there was one that she had but only recently had it become her most compelling fantasy. She wasn't sure about sharing it.

"Why not?"

"Because, this is way beyond anything I have ever told you."

Ginny paused here. I could tell she was struggling to tell me what this fantasy was.

Ginny said, "You know I love you beyond all reason. You have always been so understanding of me and I have totally enjoyed all our adventures. But after our last walk and the visit to the S&M club, this fantasy began to take shape. Ok. If I tell you this, you promise you won't interrupt me while I'm telling you what the fantasy is."

I agreed. More curious now as to what she was about to tell me.

"I want to be sold as a sex slave at an auction. Not forever, but for a specific period of time when I would return to you. You can be present for the auction but not for what follows me being sold. Whoever buys me can do whatever they want to my body, within reason of course. They can share me with others or not. It would be up to my owner."

All I could say was, "Wow"!

"Suppose this could happen, what limits would we have to have? For how long? Who can use you?"

"I haven't thought about any of that other than no permanent marks or tattoos. I certainly don't want my head shaved but I think I should be hairless everywhere else. I think who ever wins me would choose who would get to use me but I don't want to have 20 guys fucking me at once."

"In your fantasy, how many guys would you service at one time? I asked.

Ginny said, "I have only fantasized 3 guys at once, pussy, ass, mouth. I imagine that they spank me or worse. But, that's my fantasy."

So there it was. My wife, lover, and best friend had just confided her deepest, darkest desire and I had no idea how to make it happen.

I had bumped into Jonathan one afternoon a short time later. He asked if I had taken Ginny on any late night strolls. I told him I hadn't but I think he understood from my tone that something was up. I told him of Ginny's fantasy and I confessed that I wouldn't know how to set this up. Ginny had said that she didn't want anyone who knew us to be present since that could be awkward later on. I said strangers were preferred but how would we know they were safe, both physically and sexually? Would strangers even obey the limits Ginny had loosely described?

Jonathan asked, "what are you getting out of this?"

I told him that fulfilling Ginny's fantasy was enough.

"I think you are missing an opportunity," Jonathan said. "You could make some serious money."

I looked at him funny and said I had never even considered that because I had no idea how this was going to happen in the first place.

"Mike, if you and Ginny are serious, I could set it up. Might take a couple of weeks but I think I can do this. I have run in some pretty wild circles. Still do occasionally but if Ginny and you wish, I could do it. But, I would want to meet with you and Ginny before I start. If this is agreeable, you should come to my house tomorrow night. I would suggest that Ginny's attire be similar to the last time I saw her."

I smiled and said we would be there at 11:00 pm.

The next night at a few minutes before 11:00 pm, Ginny was standing in our doorway, hands cuffed behind her back with a bit larger butt plug inserted in her ass. Our walk to Jonathan's house was uneventful. I knocked on the door and Jonathan answered.

"Mike. Ginny. Welcome. Please come in."

Once we were inside, we moved to the living room. Jonathan invited us to sit, but then remembered.

"Oh, Ginny, I am sorry. You might find sitting somewhat uncomfortable. Why don't you stand for awhile. Now, Ginny, I am going to ask you some questions and all I expect from you are truthful answers. If I am satisfied that you are sincere, I will try to help you realize this fantasy."

Looking at Ginny, Jonathan began.

"Ginny, I understand that your fantasy is to be sold as a sex slave for a period of time. Is this correct and are you doing this of your own free will, that Mike is not forcing you to do this?

"Yes," Ginny answered, "my own free will and my fantasy."

Jonathan continued. "You must realize that if you proceed then you will be entering into a contract. You would be expected to perform sexually with whoever buys you and that person would have complete access to all your holes. Beyond that, you could be expected to perform sexually with anyone or any group that your buyer wants. This could mean that you may have to service several people simultaneously. Do you understand?"

Again, Ginny answered, "Yes, I understand."

"Also," Jonathan continued, "the winner of your auction could punish you in any way he or she sees fit. This may include spanking, paddling or whipping. I understand from Mike, that there will be no permanent marking of you. That is an important limit because your slavery is temporary. Do you understand?"

Ginny nodded her head. Jonathan motioned for Ginny to approach him. Jonathan stood up and took hold of Ginny's nipples. Giving them a pinch which caused her to wince, he turned her around and un clipped her cuffs.

"Kneel on the floor, Ginny, head down, your ass up facing Mike and me."

When Ginny complied, Jonathan told Ginny to remove the butt plug.

After working the plug for a while, Ginny was able to remove it with plop. Jonathan told Ginny to stay where she was and to pull her cheeks apart, exposing her asshole.

"Thank you, Ginny. I have put a towel on this chair so why don't you sit here."

I asked Jonathan if he was satisfied that this fantasy was entirely Ginny's and she was doing it entirely of her own free will.

"I am. There are a few things to go over. How long do you want to be a slave? I need to know all the limits you have for this fantasy. To be truthful, the more limits you have the less likely you'll have a satisfactory fantasy."

I said that we had talked about limits. Other than no change of appearance or marks that would go away in 3-4 days, that was it.

"Is this correct, Ginny?" Jonathan asked.

Ginny said that it was correct. She wanted to be treated like a sex slave. She also said she didn't want to be in a position that could cause her to be arrested. Other than those things, everything else was ok.

"Ginny, how long do you want to be a slave? I would suggest a weekend. Say 48 hours from Friday to Sunday?"

Ginny said that would be fine.

Ginny asked, "how are you going to do this?"

Jonathan smiled, "I have been involved with a group of people who are into swinging and, uh, well, other esoteric pleasures. I believe I could gather a fair amount for an auction. We will need pictures of Ginny."

I said that won't be a problem.

Jonathan then asked, "How do you see this happening, Ginny?"

"I think there should be a viewing period where the prospective bidders get to uh, view the merchandise," she giggled. "Maybe bound in a way that they could touch my...pussy and ass or play with my tits. I want to be blindfolded during this inspection but not gagged so I can answer questions. After that, the blindfold could be removed and I would be readied for the auction maybe hands bound with a leash and collar."

"I will let Mike get you ready you for the preview, but the auctioneer takes over after that," said Jonathan. "As much as I would enjoy bidding on you myself, I would be pleased to act as auctioneer. You both realize that Ginny's fantasy will make you a significant sum of money?"

I smiled at Jonathan and thanked him for the offer. Ginny said she would be pleased to have Jonathan as the auctioneer.

"Where will the auction be held?" Ginny asked.

"If you approve, I have a catering hall in mind. The owner may be one of the potential bidders so there will be the assurance of privacy. Once I have Ginny's picture I will begin inviting potential buyers. Ginny, is it agreeable that women may bid on you?"

"Yes. A real slave would not be able to refuse a female mistress."

"Just two more things. If the purchaser shares you with others are you still alright with three at one time? What about a safe word?"

Ginny blushed, "yes, three at one time. I really hope that happens. The safe word to stop the action Mike and I use is jalapeño. If I use that word, it's over but I will not use it. Jonathan, I have told Mike that I will go through the whole time."

"Well, get me a picture and I will get to work."

With that we walked home, Ginny nude, of course. I took a picture of Ginny, front and back, and e-mailed it to Jonathan.

Ginny decided that she would remain naked in the house, stripping as soon as she returned from work. Ginny thought that if she did this she would feel more comfortable being naked in front of people. Although, besides me, no one saw her except Jonathan.

Two weeks after our meeting with Jonathan our bell rang. Jonathan came in and saw Ginny naked and hugged her, running his hand over her ass.

"Well, next Friday night. We are all set."

"How many bidders?" Ginny asked.

"15. 11 men and 4 women. Preview will be at 7:30 and the auction right after at 8:30. The period of Ginny's slavery will be from the moment she is sold until 6:00 pm on Sunday. Is this acceptable?"

I looked at Ginny and she at me and I said to her, "last chance to back out, no one will think badly of you, at least not in this room.

Ginny replied, "No, I really want this. Please, Jonathan. Do not let me chicken out on the block."

"You won't. There is a great deal of excitement about this. It might be the kinkiest thing we've done in years. Every effort is going to be made to give Ginny the fantasy that she wants. I believe, young lady, that you will have some very sore holes as well as a sore ass and tits. They said that Mike can get you ready for the preview but only watch after that."

Ginny asked Jonathan, "How can I ever thank you for this?"

"Perhaps after you have recovered from your slavery, I might ask to have you for a day."

I said that would be the least we could do.

The day of the auction had arrived. Ginny had gone to a salon for a complete waxing. She also had the technician remove any hairs by her asshole which got the technician to ask if there was something special that Ginny was planning. Ginny told me she told the tech, "maybe."