pastafazoo

Inspired by: https://www.deviantart.com/lxxt/art/My-sweet-slave-445047878 "Lot seven sold to purchaser LXXT." I shivered; that was me. I was lot seven. I had no idea who LXXT was, the six previous purchasers had also had code names. I didn't know how much I'd been sold for either. I shivered again when I heard a woman's voice say "Prepare her; you know what I like." My eyes widened in shock; a woman's voice! I was expecting to hear my boyfriend John's voice, not a woman. I was helped down from the auctioneer's block and into a small salon-like room. Unlike a regular salon, there were no mirrors so the occupants wouldn't get to see what was happening to them. There were also partitions between the seats and, worst of all, the chairs were equipped with straps that would hold the occupant securely in place. This was all wrong, John was supposed to "buy" me, I started to protest but was told to be quiet or I'd be gagged so I sat in the chair and let them strap me in, hoping that this was