Sex Slave For Sale

Dreaming I was a sex slave for sale. 

I had a vivid erotic dream last night and woke up wet and horny. As soon as I realised that I was awake and in my own bed, I reached over to switch off my alarm, pulled back the duvet, and frantically rubbed my clit until I came. In my dream, I was on holiday in an exotic location. As my husband was taking an afternoon siesta, I decided to take a walk away from the hotel grounds. Our tour guide had warned us that it wasn’t safe to stray into the bush, but I thought he was exaggerating. Surely the threat of becoming a sex slave for sale was just his way of making me keep my wits about me!

In my perverted XXX dream, I wandered happily through the trees, enjoying the sunshine and listening to the birds singing in the trees. Suddenly I found myself confronted by a gang of bandits armed with swords and spears.  The thugs pounced on me like animals, pulling a hessian sack over my head and tying my arms roughly behind my back. Then one of them hoisted me over his shoulder and they began to jog down the path, taking me away from the safety of the hotel compound.

Was I really about to become a sex slave for sale to the highest bidder?  

After what seemed like hours, one of them pulled the sack from my head and forced me to drink from a bottle. Suddenly, I fell into a deep drugged sleep. When I awoke I was in a hot, airless dungeon. And a female guard ordered me to my feet and told me to undress.  When I tried to protest, she suddenly lashed me across my bottom with a whip. The blow stung like fire and I quickly pulled my clothes off.

She stared at my naked body and began to touch my breasts and stroke my stomach. Then she jeered at me and explained in broken English that I was going to be a sex slave for sale to the highest bidder. As her fingers moved down towards my pussy, the door swung open and two male guards strode into the cell. As they roughly grabbed my arms, they pulled me up the stairs.

The guards brought me into a sunlit courtyard and manacled a long chain to my ankle – I really WAS a sex slave for sale!

Soon, two other female slaves came over and began to fix my hair and sponge my body with damp cloths. They then applied makeup to my face and sprayed me with perfume.  Then my guards jerked my chain and pulled me onto a raised wooden platform. It was time for me to be sold as a sex slave. As a sleazy-looking man who was the auctioneer stood in front of me, he cruelly pinched my nipple. He told me that I was a sex slave for sale and to please the buyers – or face a whipping.

Soon the buyers filed into the sunlit courtyard and I felt their eyes all over me. The auctioneer ordered me to turn around and bend over. He showed off every part of my body to the assembled men. He even pulled my lips open and showed off my pussy to the crowd. 

The buyers aggressively outbid each other, and my price kept rising.  

Being a sex slave for sale to the highest bidder was a massive turn-on. I wondered who my new owner would be. As the customers watched me, the auctioneer whispered in my ear that I was to touch myself in front of them.  I stood naked on the wooden platform with my eyes closed, and began to rub my clit with my fingertips. I instinctively slipped a finger into my pussy. Reaching down awkwardly, I fingered myself with one hand and rubbed my clit with the other.

Now the buyers were going crazy and redoubling their bidding. At this point, I was beyond shame or embarrassment and fucked myself hard with two fingers as the men watched. I felt myself getting close to orgasm and shuddered and gasped in pleasure.   As I came I moaned aloud. The thought of being sold as a sex slave gave me the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced – so far.  And then I saw who was my new owner…

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