Jackson heard about the slave auction from a friend who seemed to know all about such things. He told Jackson it was an upscale event and he would need to dress the part of a wealthy guy. That was no problem for Jackson, since he was wealthy, but he was also horny, and tired of trying to find an acceptable escort every time a weekend event he needed to attend with a date came up. He wanted a girl who suited him, and whom he could keep as a companion and sex partner, but on his terms. He didn't know one could even buy a high-quality sex salve, but his connected friend told him 'Yes' he could, and that his friend could call to have Jackosn vetted to attend an auction.

So, Jackson was contacted the next day by the guy his friend told him about. He was vetted as wealthy enough and given the address and time on Friday of the slave auction that evening. He drove over in his Beemer, parked, and entered. He was immediately greeted by a lovely girl of maybe twenty who gave him a program with photos of all the girls who would be auctioned, each numbered and with their details. There were six girls to be auctioned that evening. Particular attention was given in the program to their sexual likes and the rare things they wouldn't do. He perused the program while sitting and having a drink. They were all good-looking, young girls with smallish natural breasts, but a few of them caught his eye. He noted their names and numbers and would see about bidding on them.

Then he was invited to preview the girls. He followed the others to a room where all the girls were lined up along a wall, their heads and hands in a stockade-like wooden frame, and a chain or belt around their waists. One by one, the men were allowed to walk past and stop to view any of the girls they might be interested in, but they were not to speak to the girls. Jackson spotted a girl on his list and stopped. She was so innocent looking, trapped in the stockade and belted so she couldn't escape, he supposed. The girls were instructed not to smile or otherwise try to influence the male buyers, but many did, including this girl who gave him a little smile. A moment later, he found the other girl he was most interested in, and she smiled and winked at him.

The first girl who had smiled at him and whom he was considering came up third in the auction. He listened as the auctioneer told of her height, weight, breast, waist, and hip size, and her sexual specialties. He studied her look and liked her, so when the bidding started, he bid on her. He upped his bid as her value continued to increase. Soon she was going for far more than he wanted to spend, so he gave up and looked forward to the next girl on his list.

She came up next. Her auction name was Jillian, and she was the girl who smiled and winked at him; he immediately wanted her. She had the face of an angel, beautiful, long brunette hair, and an innocence that made her so desirable that he had to have her. He bid immediately and continued to raise the bids of others until he had won her at ten thousand dollars.

Jackson was thrilled! To have a sex slave of his own who was so beautiful and would do his will, whatever he wanted, except for anything to do with feces or blood, the things on her no-go list. But that was for the best since he had no interest in any of that. He went to the table to pay for her when the auction ended, and found some paperwork to fill out. That's when he learned that each girl came with a warranty; they were guaranteed to please, or he could return them within thirty days for a refund. Jackson signed the papers and paid for his sex slave, then picked her up from the back room, where they kept the girls until their buyers came for them. She was wearing a simple skirt and blouse, with sandals, and had a small night bag with her. She smiled at him and spoke.

As they left the auction site, he heard a song playing through the ceiling speakers, which sounded like a song he used to know, but the lyrics were different. It was rather like a jingle, and went "She's all yours now, so whatcha gonna do?" It seemed like a fitting song and question, but he knew the answer as he looked forward to many rewarding days and nights with his sex slave!

He escorted his girl to his Beemer and helped her into the passenger seat, then took her overnight bag to the trunk. He hopped in and drove away, headed to his home for what he knew would be a wonderful weekend.

"I'm so glad it was you who won me! I'm all yours now, sir," she squealed.

"Hi, I'm Jackson, and I'm glad I won you, too," he told her as they drove away.

"I'm Jillian, and I'll just call you sir. It's easier than trying to remember a lot of names."

"A lot of names? But it's just me!"

"True, but there have been others before you, and I would eventually get confused, call you by the wrong name, and make you mad."

"Really? How many others?"

"I've lost count. I've been sold at least seven or eight times now."

Jackson was floored. He had never thought that his new sex slave might have been a sex slave to others before. But he figured it didn't matter; she was his now.

Soon, they arrived at his luxury apartment, and he escorted her from the underground parking to his top-floor suite. He showed her to the bedroom she could call her own.

"Are all of your clothes in this little night bag?" he asked her.

"Yes, I don't have a lot. You'll have to let me go shopping soon, so I have something decent to wear when we go out," she told him with a nice smile.

Jackson hadn't thought about clothing, but she certainly would need more clothes if he wanted to take her out to dinner, or dancing, or a show.

"Okay, why don't you plan to go tomorrow afternoon?"

"Okay, sir. And what is my allowance for clothes?"

Jackson hadn't thought about that either, that he was supposed to pay for her clothes. Well, he did own her, so that made sense.

"Oh, maybe five hundred dollars?"

"Well, if you want me to buy one bargain basement dress and some fake pearls."

"So, how much do you need?"

"I'd say about five thousand."

Jackson thought that seemed like a lot, but then he wanted her to look good when his friends saw them together, so he agreed.

"Okay, five thousand. but bring me the receipts."

"That's better. I should be able to get something nice for that. Thank you, sir!"

Jackson was surprised at what this sex slave was going to cost to clothe, but it was worth it for someone so perfect.

"When you're settled here, come to the living room for a drink."

"Okay. I'll be right there."

It was almost half an hour before Jillian showed up. She was wearing her bra and panties and nothing more.

"Don't you have some lingerie or pajamas?"

"I will after I go shopping, but for now, I only have boring pajamas and my underwear. I thought you'd want me to be sexy, so I wore the underwear.

"Okay. But do get some nice lingerie when you go shopping."

"I will, sir."

Jackson had her sit with him on the sofa. They listened to music while he kissed her and let his hands roam around her luscious body, before he slid his hand into her panties. She spread her legs in response, and he found her labia and spread her open. She cooed with happiness at his actions, which encouraged him to delve deeper into her soft folds and find her clit. He massaged her, and she squirmed in delight. Then she lay back on the sofa, and he grabbed her panties and pulled them off her. Next, he put two fingers into her and began to finger-fuck her, and she let out a relaxed moan of pleasure.

"Oh, sir! I love what you're doing," she exclaimed.

Jackson continued to finger-fuck her, and added his thumb to the mix to rub over her clit with each in and out pass. Jillian moaned loudly and began to move her hips to meet his fingers with each push into her. When she was very aroused and wet, Jackson got up and pulled his pants and briefs down. He pulled her to the edge of the sofa and knelt down to put his penis on her pussy. He swatted her clit a few times to her tremendous joy, then pressed into her. Jackson pushed partway in, then pulled almost out before pressing deeper with his next push. Soon he was fucking her with abandon while she pushed back with each thrust, making sure his dick pressed all the way into her. They continued for several minutes until she squirmed and jerked, and her orgasm hit. She came wildly, heaving about on the sofa as Jackson tried to stay with her. He managed to keep his penis in her as she squirmed with gusto and came, squirting with each spasm of her cunt. When she was done, he pulled out of her, and she got off the sofa and knelt on the floor before him. She took his dick in her mouth, licked him and sucked him, and took him deep into her to give him a good blow job. Jackson could tell he was skilled at it, and he came quickly.

When they finished, he told her to go to bed in her plain pajamas and get a good night's sleep for her shopping trip the next day.

+ + +

When Saturday morning came, Jillian got up and found Jackson in the kitchen. she was wearing her plain pajamas, but she was still a sexy woman, and Jackson noticed.

"What are you making me for breakfast?" Jillian asked.

"Oh, don't you cook for us?"

"No, I'm mainly here for sex. I don't cook."

"Oh, I see. Well then, what'll you have for breakfast, Jillian?"

"Aren't we going to go out for breakfast?"

"Naw, I can make you most anything you'd like."

"Okay, I'll have coffee with creamer, orange juice, a bran muffin, pancakes, and bacon."

"I don't have all of that. How about skipping the bran muffin and pancakes, and having bacon, eggs and toast instead?"

"Okay, but I'd rather have the bran muffin and pancakes."

"Maybe tomorrow."

So, Jackson made her breakfast, and Jillian ate the toast and bacon, though she passed on the scrambled eggs. After breakfast, she showered and dressed in the same skirt, blouse, and sandals, and headed out to shop with a charge card Jackson gave her.

He went about his usual Saturday tasks while Jillian shopped. When she got home about three in the afternoon, she showed Jackson the dress, skirt, blouse, jacket, and new heels she got, along with some sexy lingerie.

"So, are you taking me out tonight? I'd sure like to go out now that I have nice clothes," she asked.

"Sure, if you want. I know a great restaurant we can go to."

"Okay, I'll be ready at six."

When six o'clock arrived, there was no sign of Jillian. Jackson went to her room and knocked. and she answered the door, groggily.

"I must have fallen asleep. I'll get dressed."

About twenty minutes later, she was ready, all decked out in her new outfit. She was stunning, and Jackson knew this was why he chose her. They headed to his favorite Italian restaurant and had a nice meal. When they got back to his apartment, she kissed him.

"I'll just slip into something more comfortable and be right back," she said.

About fifteen minutes later, she came back wearing a negligee. He offered her wine, but she declined, saying the glass at dinner was enough for her.

"I love this new lingerie!" Jackson exclaimed.

"I'm glad you approve. Do you want to take it for a test drive?" she asked with a naughty sort of smile.

"I sure do!" Jackson replied.

"We already christened the sofa, so how about your bed?" she offered.

"Sure!" he replied, getting hard just looking at her body in the negligee.

So, they went to his bedroom, and she lay on the bed, posing provocatively.

He went to her, kissed her, and rolled her onto her stomach. He grabbed the strings at the sides of her skimpy bottoms and untied them, then lifted her rear just enough to pull the bottoms off. Then he massaged her rear before grasping her ankles and spreading her legs, exposing her pussy to his intentions.

"Ohhh, I like this!" she cooed.

He playfully swatted her rear a couple of times, then ran his hands up her inner thighs to her cunt. Opening her labia with his fingers, he probed her sensitive skin beneath, caressing her up and down. She squirmed a little as he aroused her, the enjoyment she felt becoming obvious. Soon, he pressed a finger, and then a second, into her and started to finger-fuck her, before turning his hand and putting his thumb on her clit, to rub her with each in and out motion. She was already so turned on and so wet that she was dripping onto the sheets.

"Oh yes! More, please!" she begged.

Jackson continued to finger her until she squirmed in such delight that he could barely keep his fingers in her. So, he took his fingers out and undid his slacks, and pulled down his briefs, then knelt on the bed between her legs. He lifted her so she was on her knees with her head still down on the sheets. He rubbed his penis against her pussy to let her know his intentions. She wiggled in joy at its touch as he pressed his rod into her. He pushed deep into her cunt, feeling the tightness of her vagina and the thrill he craved from his sex slave. Pulsing in and out, he fucked her with gusto, and she pushed back on each thrust to maximize the penetration. In minutes, she was moaning with pleasure and about to come. So, Jackson thrust all the harder, and Jillian tensed, jerked, and spasmed, squirting her juices onto Jackson's cock and balls. He continued thrusting, and soon he was at his climax, tensed, and shot rope after rope of his semen into her waiting vagina. They exhausted themselves cumming to the last grunt and moan.

After cleaning up, Jackson told Jillian she would be sleeping in 'her' room, so she kissed him and headed there. He wanted them both to sleep well, and separate sleep quarters after the sex seemed best. He could always go to her room anytime, if he wanted to.

+ + +

The next day, and the days and weeks that followed, went according to a loose schedule. On weekdays, Jackson let Jillian sleep in while he tended to work. He headed to the office most weekdays for a while Jillian took off most days and shopped rather than sit in the apartment; she had his credit card and made good use of it. When Jackson got home, Jillian accommodated him sexually with some afternoon delight before dinner, which she knew was her job as his sex slave. After the sex, he took her to dinner since she didn't cook, and she didn't seem to like his cooking choices very much. Sometimes it was casual eateries or pubs, but often expensive restaurants. Then in the evenings, they had sex in his room, her room, the living room, or even in the kitchen. They made use of the furniture, whatever it happened to be.

They enjoyed sex throughout his apartment, both when he got home and in the evening or before bed. Per Jillian's hard limits, there were no sex activities involving feces or blood, but they enjoyed most everything else. Jackson was kind to her, though he did spank her for being 'naughty', bare-handed or with a paddle, which she loved. He avoided heavy impact games with whips, floggers, or crops, but knew he could use them if he wanted to; Jillian would tolerate it.

So, things moved along well for a month, but then the credit card bill arrived. Somehow, Jillian's five-thousand-dollar limit wasn't enough, and she had managed to spend a bit over eight thousand. Jackson went to her room.

"So, how is it you spent over eight thousand dollars on clothes this month?" he demanded to know.

"Well, nice things are expensive, and I know you want me to look nice, so I bought them for you."

"So, where are all these clothes?"

Jillian showed him the roomy closet, now full of many outfits, all of which he'd seen her wear. It didn't dawn on him that they could cost so much.

"How about we return some of these to get down to the five thousand you were allowed?"

"Well, maybe I can return a few things, but mostly they cannot be returned since I wore them out to dinners and shows."

"So, the money is gone, then?"

"Um, yes, it is."

Jackson felt played. Not only had he housed her in luxury for a month, but he had spent over eight thousand on her clothes and thousands more on dinners out every night, expensive dinners, because she became a 'picky' eater.

"In that case, I'll see you in my bedroom in fifteen minutes," he told her.

"Okay, sir," she answered, echoing the 'sir' she used when he first brought her home.

When she got to his room, late as usual, he spoke.

"Off with your clothes, and stand here in the middle of the room."

"Are you angry with me, sir?" she asked timidly.

"Yes. You are costing too much, and you're going back to the auction block tomorrow before my thirty days are up."

When she was naked, he took a riding crop he had from a previous relationship from a drawer, and began tapping her with it. He walked around her, tapping her rear, her thighs, her pussy, and her breasts.

"Are you going to hurt me?" she asked with a bit of fear in her voice.

"Just a little."

And he continued to walk around her, smacking her a little harder with each pass. Soon, he was striking her hard enough to make her flinch with each landing. He landed the crop on her nipples and made her jump from the pain.

"Spread your legs," he ordered her.

"Are you going to hurt me down there?"

"Just a little."

She spread he legs, and he tapped her pussy with the crop's leather end. She looked fearful, but he only tapped her gently, and she relaxed. Then he smacked her open cunt, hitting her clit, and repeated with several strikes in quick succession.

"Ouch!" she yelped.

"Serves you right for spending so much and not asking me first. Okay, we're done here."

Jillian grabbed her clothes and headed to 'her' room.

+ + +

The next day, Jackson made some calls and then woke Jillian. He had the building custodian bring a clothes rack on wheels, and they loaded all her new clothes on the rack and wheeled it to his car. They loaded all her clothes into the trunk and the back seat. Then he drove Jillian to the auction site, and they went in.

"I called earlier about returning this slave. I'm invoking my return option," he told the receptionist.

"Okay. Please fill out this paperwork, sir, and we'll take her back. Sorry that it didn't work out," the receptionist told him.

After all the paperwork was done and all the clothes unloaded, Jackson said goodbye to Jillian.

He left feeling bad that she had spent so much of his money, but was still sorry to see her go. She was pleasant, and the sex was all he wanted. And he was disappointed to learn he'd only get half of his money back. Then, as he was leaving, he again heard the jingle-like song playing in the office. "She's all yours now, so whatcha gonna do?" He wished he'd never heard the song, or about the sex slave auctions.

+ + +

Jackson read an article in the newspaper a few months later that stated that a local auction company was in trouble with the law and its leaders were arrested for running a sex slave auction business. He learned that all the slave girls worked for the company. They acted as escorts and got their new owners to house and feed them, buy expensive clothes and jewelry for them, and frequently take them out to expensive restaurants. When the girls got tired of, or bored with, an owner, they suddenly became 'picky' and more demanding of things they 'needed'. Sooner than later, the owner became tired of the cost and hassles of caring for them, so they returned them before their guarantee period was up, only to find out they would only get half of their money back. Then the auction company sold the slave girl again to another unsuspecting rich playboy. It was quite a racket!