Kitten For Sale - Sex Stories

Kitten For Sale

I'm unsure how long I've been here for since the night I met Jon. Over drinks, our eyes locked, and he asked if he could take me back to his place and I said, "yes." I woke up in a single bed I have slept in ever since, with only a sink and a toilet in my room.

I have developed strong feelings for Jon, the man who looks after me, which I realise is odd, but he is kind to me in his own way. When I'm choking on his cock, he will tell me what a good girl I am and, after brutally fucking me, he will hold me until I sleep.

But he has told me won't keep me here forever though. He wants me to move on and be enjoyed by others as much as he has enjoyed having me.

He came into my room this morning and I know to assume the correct position for his arrival. Kneeling on the floor with my knees wide, hands behind my back, and eyes down. I have tried other approaches, but it only seems to upset him.

Today, his presence feels different. He walks a complete circle around me and says, “Kitten, today is a big day! I have a potential buyer for you!” He lowers himself to take my entire breast in his hand. He takes the weight of it and tweaks my nipple. Even knowing the extent of what this man is capable of, I still feel arousal from his touch.

He tells me that the "buyer" will want a trial session with me, as well as to give me a full inspection. He has warned me that the buyer has carte blanche to do whatever he wishes with me.

My two instructions: be shaved and be everything ...

... the man wants me to be. I have one hour until he arrives.

I wash, shave, and ready myself. The minutes tick by faster and faster, my heart racing. He enters the room with a large glass of water. A last-minute request - a full bladder.

“Makes you feel tighter, apparently.”

When the time comes, he leads me through to a room I have never seen before. On the floor there are ropes, a collar and a wooden frame that he explains I will be bent over and attached to, for inspection.

I have some marks on my neck from when he choked me last, so he puts the leather collar around my neck to cover them. It has a cold, shiny, silver loop attached. I assume the kneeling position I have been taught and wait.

The buyer arrives, and I keep my eyes on the ground. But he raises my chin with his fingers and our eyes meet. He is not the old, ugly man I had expected. He is my age - strong and rugged. He tells me to smile and I oblige. He tells me that every time I look in his eyes, I should be smiling.

His smile immediately did not match his touch as his strong hands grab at my large breasts and pull roughly on my nipples. I struggle to keep smiling, but the pain somehow starts to make me wet. Pinching hard on both nipples, he uses them to make me stand, and he leads me over to the wooden frame. He bends me over it from the hip and leans me forward, attaching my collar to the front support. My fingertips and tippy toes only just reach the ground and I feel completely off balance. He ...