Scarlett's’s POV

When the bids started rolling in, the amounts were small and insignificant, but there were a good number of interested parties bidding, which was sufficient to reach the first level’s value indicated on the table. It was time for the first reveal. I bowed briefly, acting like a perfect lady, bending at the knee. I moved the cape slightly to the side and pulled the strings inside, which held it in place, and let the fabric slowly fall to the floor, which revealed the first dress. Several sighs and comments of approval were heard and then the bidding resumed.

The difference this time was that the figures increased more rapidly, and the values would be reached more quickly. It didn’t take as long to reach the second value on the table as it did the first, and the point to remove the next layer of clothing arrived much sooner than I anticipated. The bidding was halted, once more, and I slowly pulled down the zipper on the side of the outer dress as the audience waited with bated breath. The dress, as planned, slowly slid to the floor, revealing the third dress, which left a little less to the imagination.

When the new round of bidding began, another person entered onto the stage. He was a dark-skinned man wearing a dark gray pinstripe suit and in his left hand, he carried a red leather collar, which had been embossed with scales in a dark purple color.

He calmly moved my hair aside and put the collar around my neck, at which point I lowered my head, while my posture briefly changed from a woman with her chin up and facing the world, to a submissive girl waiting to obey her master’s orders.

I've never been a typical Omega who had a submissive personality and who would just obey any command without question. No… I've always been rebellious and liked to fight back. I've always liked to be different and better, and I found it a challenge to change. The man came up and stood in front of me. As I was standing in a submissive position, with my head down, all I could see were his legs and noticed that he had a metal chain in his hand, which he attached to the metal ring on my collar. Once the chain was attached to my collar, he pulled down on my neck. A silent order, which was an instruction for me to kneel.

I couldn't resist the order and I calmly and bravely knelt down on the floor accordingly. My heart was racing a mile a minute, and from the heat I felt, I knew that I was blushing. I closed my eyes to find my self control, which I felt was slipping. I felt the touch of his fingers against my hair and I bit the corner of my bottom lip, knowing that, for the time being, I was just another one of this man's pets.

The rebellious part of me wanted to scream and fight for all this to stop, but I resisted it and the voices in the hall were once again whispering. Some were more excited about having someone to train, while others were discouraged as they probably preferred non-submissive subjects more. All I knew was that I had pleased the majority of the audience with my acting skills.

The bidding resumed and the amounts were much higher than earlier. The next level was reached much quicker than before. The man quickly unzipped the next dress, which also fell to the floor, revealing the corset. My breathing became even more erratic, and it wasn’t surprising that my body was reacting to all the attention I was receiving. I already prepared myself mentally and imagined that I enjoyed being this exposed, and I knew that this was exciting the audience as well. I almost felt self-conscious about taking pleasure in it.

The man closed his fingers around the top of my head as he grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head up. I could feel the pain of a few strands being pulled from my scalp.

"Turn." He instructed me.

I had to bite my tongue to keep from talking back to him, and it took me a second before I obeyed. I turned as best as I could, seeing as I was on my knees. I turned slowly, showing the audience every part of my body from every angle. The feeling of humiliation became latent, but I had to control myself.

The whole show I put on was working perfectly, all the targets I had set had already been reached, and I was no longer running the show. It was the man in front of me. He brought his hand up to my chin and lifted it with more force than was necessary, but I still kept my gaze down, not looking him in the eye, which guaranteed his approval.

He slowly began to slide his hand down my neck, squeezing briefly, before continuing down to my shoulder. Then, with both hands, he caressed the curve of my breasts and down the sides of my body. When he reached my belly, he squeezed, moving down a little further to my mound of Venus and even further to my groin, forcing my legs open.

"Take off your corset." He ordered me.

Another order. I took a few deep breaths, only this time, because I took a little too long to obey, he grabbed my hair and jerked my head back. I let out a moan of pain as I wasn’t expecting it. Several sighs of approval could be heard coming from the audience.

"I told you to take your corset off!"

This time, there was no time for me to hesitate. He wasn’t happy that I challenged him a second time, and I knew it. I chose this man to be my ‘support’ exactly because I knew that this was a trait of his.

He stepped aside just enough to not block the view from the audience. I took a deep encouraging breath and began to undo the little hooks holding the front of the corset together. When it opened, my breasts were finally released and bare for the pleased audience to see. In fluid determined movements, I first removed the corset from my right arm, and then my left, dropping it to the floor. Only then did the man let go of my hair. I still felt my scalp ache, I bent down and purposefully removed my underwear, finally leaving me completely bare and on full display. The only cover I had left on my body was the body paint.

My breathing and my heart rate became very rapid, and I could feel drops of sweat trickling down my neck and back. I was feeling ashamed yet I also felt pleasure at the same time, knowing that all who were present could probably smell my excitement, arousal, and nervousness.

There was something almost addictive about what I was doing. It was something that I was feeling for the very first time. The adrenaline rush, the feeling of submission at my own free will, because there was someone who was able to make me submit without having to resort to dubious means. Understanding this took my breath away, and I already knew that, even after the five days of this contract has passed, I would probably and most certainly continue the life of BDSM.

My collar was pulled down once more, and I knelt sitting on my ankles. I placed my hands on my thighs, palms down, and my head hung low. This proved to the audience that I knew about BDSM life. It was the position of a submissive awaiting the Owner's next order.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, feeling the man's hand on my head, petting it. I shuddered thinking about who would be my “owner” for the next five days.

I continued to pay attention to the bids as the auction drew on and felt very proud as the bids exceeded my target by way more than I could have ever expected. I had to stop myself from smiling, but I was sure that something showed in my expression, as I felt the caresses of the man who was play-acting with me become a little stronger.

"Any more bids?" The announcer asked. "Anyone else?" She asked one more time. "Last bid from the Uranus booth! Going once! Going twice! Sold! Number 662, sold to the Uranus Booth!"

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