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Damien walks in that direction and I’m frozen. I’m not to move. But that’s it? He tells me this and then people show up, right away? My heart is pulverizing my chest, pumping blood in chugs. I can’t breath.

“Twenty?” I make out Damien says to the person he’s talking to. “That’s quite all right. Very good turnout.”

Oh, so he’s talking to staff. I’m mildly relieved; in this moment, we are mostly alone. Of course, that means some member of his staff has seen me nude on a table like some kind of toy, but that’s the least of my concerns. I’m grateful that Damien said no one was allowed to touch me. I secretly hope Damien will touch me. In front of everyone? I guess I’m interested in that. More than anything, I hope that he touches me and everyone sees that I’m for him. It’s a childish thought. I just don’t want to be sold.

Damien walks back to me.

“I’m going to punish you…and reward you.” He’s stroking my hair for a moment, and then drops his hand. “Just focus on me and not on them, and you’ll be perfect.” Damien is trying to reassure me, but I hear one word louder than anything else.

Punish. I’m a little excited about the idea of him rewarding me in front of people. It reviles me that these people who are interested in buying me will even consider that I might react to them the same way, but whatever. But if he hurts me in front of them, I don’t know why it is so much worse, but I can’t stand the idea. I don’t want those people to see me cry. If I cry for Damien, when Damien punishes me, it feels private and personal. It still tears me up inside but at least I’m not sharing it with total strangers. But to be doing that in front of complete strangers who are judging my every move? It disgusts me. My stomach is churning and I want to scream. I’m sweating now, I feel clammy and weak. My knees wobble but I try to stay strong. I inhale and he runs his hand down my spine.

“You can be the perfect little pet for me. You can show them how sweet you’ll taste if they buy you. You’ll drive them wild,” Damien says to me, but his voice is far away.

Yes, he sounds like he’s reconsidering his current course of actions. Like maybe he doesn’t want to do this presentation. That’s what I’m hoping for. Don’t sell me. Don’t get rid of me.

But if I do well for Damien, at least he’ll see me and want me. That’s the best I can hope for.

I start to spiral in my mind, thinking about what I’ll do if Damien sells me to someone else and I have to be without him. Losing my parents hurts, losing Damien means losing the last safe feeling I have.

I don’t want to feel safe with Damien but I do. It’s the only kind of safety I could have when I’m to be sold like cattle. Well…like a girl who is a virgin and some stranger wants to fuck. Bile rises in my throat and I need to hold it at bay.

“They’ll be here in a few minutes, Sarah,” Damien says, dropping his fingers down to my stomach, trailing down to my pussy and dipping his fingers in my slippery folds. Despite my horror and revulsion at the events to happen, I am aroused to be nude in front of Damien. For him to touch me.

I will my stomach to settle. I’m trembling. Damien isn’t touching me. He’s near me. I can’t look at him. I don’t know if he’s distracted or if his eyes are on me. I see his hand reach into his pocket and he pulls out two objects.

One of his hands grabs my nipples, and he clamps my nipple into the things he pulled from his pocket! I wince and bite my lip, trying to yelp out because there are two. He does the other and I exhale as he places the next one on. The weight is surprisingly…pleasant almost seems too strong a word. The tugging sensation is making my breathing catch, but not in fear. These prove to be a useful distraction. Suddenly I am hyper-focused on how they make my breasts feel. I’m staying still now, but when I move even the slightest, if my breasts sway, they tug. That’s when I see Damien open a drawer to the table I didn’t know existed. There’s a leather paddle inside and I know now what’s happening. He’s going to punish me with that in front of them. And every hit will only weigh down the weighted chains on my nipples further.

Damien pulls a blindfold out and binds it over my eyes. I can’t see anything now. I should be more terrified than ever, especially since I can’t stop thinking about that leather.

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