Tiffany is Trained and Auctioned

Tiffany Completes Her Training and Is Auctioned

CHAPTER ONE

** Kaitee reads Tiffany's emails back to her, takes photos of her in a variety of sexy outfits then has her service a steady stream of men. **

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NOTE: This is the last of a set of three trilogies. It picks up where "Tiffany Gets Decorated" and "Tiffany Crosses the Color Line" left off. To learn more about these characters and how they got into this situation, you may want to read those stories first. There is a single flashback called out in this chapter. It's NOT a device I use often so please forgive its intrusion. I thought it was important to establish a little context - D

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Kaitee lost no time establishing her absolute dominance over Tiffany.

After the scene at the club last night, it wasn't difficult at all. Tiffany had offered herself completely, with no reservations or hesitation:

** FLASHBACK TO LAST NIGHT

"Tiffany? Tiffany? What are you doing, my sister?" She started softly, sounding shocked and confused. I stood on the sidewalk and watched, Tiffany's back was to me, I had no idea whether or not she knew I was there. It didn't matter. This was Kaitee's show. "You've been drinking. You are drunk. You dishonor yourself and me. And your clothes, look at yourself. And your makeup. Are you trying to be a whore? A Mexican hooker?" Tiffany was crying and kept reaching for Kaitee, sobbing "I can explain...I can explain..." but Kaitee was relentless. "And earlier today! What did you do to yourself? Your hair was braided -- what do they call it? -- cornrows? And the padded pants. You looked like one of those black girls we saw on Hollywood Boulevard, the prostitutes. Why would you even dress up like that? ... Unless...unless you..."

Tiffany fell to her knees now, wrapped her arms around Kaitee's legs and cried, "no! No! I...I..." but she had nothing to say. She couldn't tell Kaitee what was really going on and she knew it. I could turn the pictures over to her family, to the school, to everyone she knew. Her life would be destroyed.

Kaitee waited a long time before she spoke again. Tiffany slid further down, now kissing her feet, the ankles and insteps, blubbering and begging her to forget what she saw. I looked at Kaitee and she looked at me and nodded. She mouthed, "just another few minutes" and I nodded. She was playing Tiffany expertly. Letting Tiffany punish herself was far more effective than anything Kaitee or I could do to her.

Finally, Kaitee said quietly, "are you ashamed of your heritage? Of *our* heritage?" Tiffany whimpered. "Is that why you are tanning yourself so darkly? Why you wear those Hispanic slut earrings? Why you were wearing those horrible pants this morning? Were you out all night? Walking around trying to make men think you are a black girl?" She paused and let it wash over Tiffany. "Or a Mexican?" She crouched down and stroked Tiffany's hair. Tiffany moaned. "What are you going to do at school tomorrow?" She pulled Tiffany's hair, tilted her head back and looked into her eyes. "Will we call you a new name? Are you Maria now? Or LaDonna? Will you be dating only black men now?" She let go of Tiffany's hair and her face fell forward, the tears flowing freely onto the pavement. Kaitee delivered the final blow. "Do you want a new roommate?" Tiffany jerked up, threw her arms around Kaitee, pulled her close, crying loud now, "No, no, Kaitee, I love you, I want to be yours, I need to be yours, I want to be your slave, I've always wanted to be your slave. I want you to own me, you own me, body and soul. I love you..." she broke down into tears, buried her head in Kaitee's shoulder. Kaitee stroked her hair and looked at me.

** FLASHBACK ENDS

I watched as Kaitee gently pushed Tiffany away and walked out of the club. Tiffany got up and followed her while dozens of eyes stared after her. This beautiful, dark-skinned Asian princess with the long, thick black hair had humiliated herself in front of them and now had to parade herself past them to follow her new Mistress out into the street. They laughed and pointed and she turned red with shame.

Kaitee flagged a taxi and the three of us rode back to their dorm room in silence, Tiffany sitting between us, back straight, eyes lowered, one hand resting on each knee, palms up. Her knees were parted, her crotch would be visible to anyone who looked. She hadn't been told to sit like that, didn't need to be. It was a posture than all Korean women knew as a punishment pose and found terribly humiliating. A cardinal rule for "respectable ladies" in Korea is to "keep the legs closed and never allow a direct view of the space between the legs."  This position -- called "charu" from some obscure Korean dialect -- violated all rules of proper female presentation. Even whores found it demeaning and charged considerably extra if asked to take it. Kaitee knew the effect it would be having on Tiffany -- a girl raised to respect her heritage as a deep and integral part of her personality.

When they got to their room, Kaitee really turned it on. She stood in silence with her back to Tiffany for five full minutes before she spoke.

"You say you love me and want to give yourself to me completely?"

"Kyung Mi, Mistress, yes. As long as I have known you, I have wanted nothing but more than to be with you. I have wanted it with my whole heart and soul. I will commit myself to you completely if you will have me."

"Tiffany, sit down. I need to say a few things to you."

Tiffany stepped to one of the chairs and sat down, assuming the "charu" position again.

"Tiffany, you have been acting in an unacceptable manner of late. For quite a while actually." Kaitee stood with her back to Tiffany. I watched Tiffany squirm slightly in the chair but she kept her mouth shut. "I have read your emails. I have smelled the room, rich with your scent, when I came in late in the evening. I have seen the flush of your cheeks and neck after you have performed your vile deeds for your Internet lovers."

Kaitee stopped and let it all sink in. I watched calmly. Tiffany was frozen in place but her eyes were blinking more rapidly and I could tell she was processing it all, wondering how much Kaitee actually knew. Her feet shifted slightly -- an unforgivable offense in the position but hardly one I was going to reveal to Kaitee.

"I would like to read some of them back to you and let you comment on them." She walked across the room and picked up a black folder, opened it and rifled through the papers inside. "Tiffany, did you write this:

"...in my soul i wish to be taken and pierced in other places without my consent, against my will...a nose ring, lip ring, nipples and pussy lips, aiiiiiiiiiiiiii...i am so close right now, i could easily cum if i tried!! so close...Sir, do you chat? this is going so fast my brain and pussy are spinning!..."

I smiled, I remembered it from quite early on, before our first chat. Back before I'd even decided if I believed Tiff2004 was really a woman or a man trolling. She did have a way with words.

"Well?"

"Yes, Mistress, I did write that."

"There are so many more. Where to begin?

"...Kaitee can order me to dress totally sexi and slutty, which is the exact opposite of how i usually dress..." Kaitee turned to Tiffany. "How could you write that? You always dressed like a party girl when we went out. You were the center of attention, always showing skin to the white boys, flirting like a whore, taking their drinks and smiling at them. And then, this...

"...maybe black leather, hotpants, throw away all my bras, aiiiiiii! And last night, Sir, I was talking with an online friend who is so totally sexi hot. i was thinking of being collared and leashed, forced into very high heels and being led nude with her into a public setting. i know this is impossible but it is my fantasy...

"Is that still your fantasy, little whore?"

Tiffany sniffled and shook her head. "No, Mistress, not any longer, Mistress. I wish only to be respectable now. I want to be whatever you want me to be, Mistress." I smiled at Kaitee. We both knew she was trying to regain some sense of control over the situation but failing.

"Enough with the 'Mistress' pretense, Tiffany. You will address me as 'Ma'am' from now on."

"Yes, Ma'am," she parroted.

"...i found some things on the Internet about rope harness and i could be forced to wear this under my clothes at school and the same goes for collar. i love the idea of her changing my walk as though my ankles are chained with 12 inches of steel and so my step is shorted. I have to walk one foot directly in front of the other, which is a really slow sexi model walk. that is so different from the way i walk now, which is kinda just typical. i could be plugged with these chinese jade of metal balls that bang inside my pussy and aiiiiiiiii, this makes me so hot I am juicing! i could be denied my cum until i end up begging for release, that step of begging is the breaking point of my otherwise conservative, obedient daughter personality..."

Kaitee stepped closer and leaned into her face. "Your 'obedient daughter personality'. Interesting."She paused. "When was the last time your parents saw you, Tiffany?"

"It has been weeks, Mist...Ma'am."

Kaitee dropped the papers on the floor and abruptly slid her hand up between Tiffany's thighs. When her fingertip reached her clit, Tiffany's eyes closed and she moaned. I watched Kaitee massage her gently until Tiffany's legs started to shake and her breath quicken.

"Are you going to cum for me, dear?"

Tiffany nodded, her head shaking quickly up and down. Kaitee turned to me and said "give me her cell phone." I opened her purse and took it out, handed it over. Tiffany watched, moaning and squirming in her seat as Kaitee pressed the buttons. She grabbed the arms of the chair and squeezed tight as her body got closer and closer to orgasm.

Kaitee handed the phone to Tiffany. "Tell your mother you want to visit her tomorrow," Kaitee said.

"Mistress, please, it is the...the middle...of the night, she'll want to...know why...I...am cal...calling so late," she managed to say, her arousal fogging her mind. I saw Kaitee's hand moving between Tiffany's thighs again and her other hand slid down the front of her dress, tugging at Tiffany's piercings.

"I can't, please, I...hello, m...moth...mother?" Tiffany's body was starting to shake now as Kaitee tugged harder at the barbells and rubbed quick, small circles around her clit. "No, mo...mother...I am...well but...mo...ther...may I come..."

"Yes, you may," Kaitee said with an evil grin. Tiffany dropped the phone and jerked back and forth in the chair, her hips shaking, gasping for breath as Kaitee expertly brought her to a series of three short but intense orgasms. Kaitee removed her hand and walked to the bathroom while Tiffany picked up the phone and tried to calm her mother down. "No, mother, no, everything is fine, I just dropped it, no, mother please don't worry, I am fine, I am fine." She did her best to come up with a reason for calling her mother at two in the morning, finally lied that she missed home and could she come by tomorrow afternoon. She hung her head forward on her chest and cried, her hands gripping her knees tightly.

Kaitee came back into the room with two glasses of ice water. She handed one to me and sipped from the other. "Well, that should do away with any conflict you have about being the 'conservative, obedient daughter'. What kind of daughter cums while her mother is on the telephone?" She took another drink of water than picked up the papers again.

"...instead of hoop earrings, they are hoops with a word like slut or whore inside the hoop. i am never allowed to hide them so our first stop next week is a hair salon where i get a do that is short maybe even goth or mohawk so i cannot hide them!!!!!!! i so wish i was at my place so i could cummmmmmmmmmmmm..."

"Tiffany, you are an imaginative little chang nyeon, aren't you? Oh, I'm sorry, that's right, you are trading your heritage to fuck black men, aren't you? I should perhaps just call you 'ho'?"

"No, no, that is not true, Ma'am, that is not true, he made me do those things with the padded pants and the cornrow do and the..." Tiffany sobbed as she tried to maintain some shred of her fleeting dignity. Kaitee let her cry herself out then started right back in again. She was a fucking master at this.

"...another idea from gor i thought of ... 'gor' again, Tiffany? ... on the way over...being auctioned. i totally juice to the idea of being naked and evaluated like an animal by buyers, talking about me, my good points and bad and what they think would improve me..."

"It was a fantasy, Ma'am, it was a fantasy."

Kaitee leaned closer, put her face close to Tiffany's. "A Korean lady never indulges a fantasy life, that is the husband's perogative and his fantasies are lived out on her. Isn't that how you were brought up? Your body is not your own, it is your husband's. So your fantasies should be his, not yours. You see, even in your mind, you have turned your back on your upbringing, you parents, your ancestors." Kaitee walked around Tiffany, touched the bare, deeply tanned skin of her shoulders. "Look what you have done to your body. Look how you have discolored yourself to attract African and Latin lovers. What will your parents think of your color?" Kaitee pulled back her hair and ran her finger along Tiffany's piercings. "What will they think of these?"

Tiffany panicked then, spun around and threw herself on the ground again, hugging Kaitee's ankles and begging her not to make her face her parents like this.

Kaitee took Tiffany's arm and led her to the kitchen table. There were three stacks of papers and a pen already set out there. Through tearful eyes, Tiffany signed without even asking what they were. Kaitee told her to go into the bathroom and clean up, then return naked and knelt in the bedroom at the foot of the bed. Tiffany went off and Kaitee stacked the papers then held out her hand. I shook it.

"She has just assigned the remainder of her savings to me. She has also signed a petition to withdraw from all classes. But, best of all, she signed a Power of Attorney that gives me the right to make any legal decisions on her behalf from now on."

I stood awed and a little afraid. "She has, in effect, signed her life over into your hands."

Kaitee just nodded. A chill went up my spine.

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Kaitee waited in the kitchen for twenty minutes before she went into the bedroom, snacking and chatting with me about movies. It was a little eerie, how casually she took all of this. As if she'd done it before. She put the cheese tray back in the fridge and wiped her hands, led me into the bedroom.

Tiffany had knelt there the whole time, arms folded behind her back, eyes straight ahead. Kaitee smiled and said, "you see? I didn't even tell her to assume the position and she did. It is those books she read, she had an addiction to them. It's adolescent and immature." She turned to Tiffany. "But very useful. Isn't it, dear?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"I found the little dildo in the shower yesterday," Kaitee taunted. "Would you like it back?"

"N...no, Ma'am," Tiffany stammered. "I...I mean, yes, Ma'am, please I would like it back." I sensed immediately what was going on. Tiffany was frozen, worried that Kaitee would find out she was already holding a replacement inside her. Kaitee smiled. She and I both knew better.

"Well, if I give it to you, will you put it in?"

"I...no, Ma'am, please, may I not..." Tiffany managed. No doubt her mind was racing, trying to figure out what to say next.

"Do you have something to tell me, Tiffany?"

"I...am already wearing one, Ma'am."

"What do you mean 'wearing', Tiffany?" She was masterful. Making her say it would push Tiffany further down into her shame.

"I...already have a...dildo inside me, Ma'am."

"Where?"

"I already have a...dildo in my butt, Ma'am."

"In your ass."

"In my ass, Ma'am."

"That's better. Honesty. We must always be honest, Tiffany. Weren't you raised that way?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I was."

Satisfied, Kaitee told Tiffany to stand up. She did, her arms still behind her back.

"Tiffany, do you know why we are stretching you? Tiffany, are you still a virgin?"

"You know I am, Ma'am. I swore to my parents."

"But you are doing other things your parents would not approve of, aren't you?"

Tiffany hung her head and quietly said, "yes, Ma'am, I am."

"Tiffany, are you still a virgin?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"You have never had a penis inside you?"

Embarassed, Tiffany said softly, "no, Ma'am."

"And, your backside...?"

Tiffany hung her head lower and started to cry.

"And, your backside...?"

"It was only once, Ma'am..."

"How many men, dear?"

She sobbed freely now. "There were...three..." she became agitated now, her words flooding out. "It was only one time. It never happened again. I had no choice, I..."

Kaitee raised her finger to Tiffany's lips and she stopped talking. "It is all right, dear. You need to get used to it. The men you have chosen to sleep with will only want to use you that way. You know that, don't you? Unless they choose to breed you but that is a different subject. That is why we are using these graduated sizes to stretch you slowly. The men you are courting will have...excessively large equipment."

Tiffany squeezed her eyes shut, I watched her squirm as Kaitee's words sank in. Kaitee waited before she started talking again.

"Dear, you have made quite a bit of money using your body to service those lawyer friends of yours, haven't you?" Tiffany turned and looked at me but quickly turned her head back to face Kaitee. "Now, you are going to make some money for me. I have presold several pictures of you in sexy underthings. There are more over there," she pointed to a stack of boxes on a dresser. "You will model them for us, we will take photographs and send them to the man who runs the website. Oh, and one more thing, you will write a description for each one and we will post them together." She opened the top of her laptop and pressed the power button. "Now, we want descriptions that will make women want to buy the outfit and make men want to masturbate. You'll enjoy that, won't you? Knowing men are masturbating while looking at your body?"

Kaitee smiled. She knew it would be disturbing for someone with Tiffany's upbringing to write about her own body, but how much more it would bother her to imagine men masturbating to those pictures. She was right, Tiffany turned bright red from both shame and anger.

"I won't do it," she said.

"Tiffany," Kaitee said then paused. "Didn't we install Skype for your parents the last time we visited?" She turned the laptop keyboard toward her and pressed "Contacts". Tiffany heard the tones as it dialed her parents' home. She leaped for the keyboard, cancelled the call. She just stood with her head down, tears dripping on the keyboard.

The first outfit Tiffany put on was a tiny string bikini panty and a half-cup bra. Most of the fabric was skin-toned except for the half-cups of the bra and a stripe down the center panel of the panty. I knew from our chats that this was the first time her underwear showed this much flesh and she had a very difficult time keeping her hands from covering herself. For all her bravado, for all her teasing, she was very, very conservative underneath it all.

Kaitee made her parade around the room a few times, took several photos, then told her to stand at the desk and type a caption to post with the photos. She wrote: "The green bikini style emphasizes the slave gyrl of the harem.  Green is popular among arab sheiks, so this gyrl has been captured by slave traders and sent to the mideast. She thinks her life will be easy, but soon she will be collared and those conservative stud earrings replaced by more appropriate slave rings.  Notice her saucy look, a half grin which will be soon wiped off her face fosur!"

Kaitee read it, replaced the word "fosur" with "forever" and nodded.

"Not bad. You came up with an entire fantasy in just a few seconds. You're going to make someone a very, very good slave."

Tiffany turned and gave me a panicked look. It was the first time she'd seriously considered what her future might be. What did it mean though, "make someone a very, very good slave?" Was it possible that Kaitee would actually auction her off to some kind of kinky group?

"Put on the next outfit," Kaitee said. "And fix your makeup between shoots." Tiffany removed the tiny green outfit and opened the next box. It was a single piece of black fabric, very much like a one-piece swimsuit. The entire back was exposed except for a small thong-like strip and a waist band. The front was cut so the entire belly to the hairline was exposed, including more than half of each breast. A small silver chain held the two sides in place, just barely covering her nipples. Her small breasts fell out of the outfit twice as she walked back and forth across the room, learning how to hold herself in the suit. She checked her makeup, brightening the ruby red of her lips, then put on the show while Kaitee took photos.

She closed her eyes, thought for a minute, then wrote: "We have here an ensemble to please any Master. Goreans would approve that the slave's belly is completely exposed in the black strapped monokini.  Should you chose to pierce her navel, you can hang your initials and they will be evident and prominent. The relatively high thigh cut and ample crotch hint of a conservative master and a more mature slave, but should you prefer, a similar bikini could be purchased, assuming your slave has the breasts to accentuate.  How about a simple dog collar to round out this tasty treat?"

Kaitee read it, shook her head and read it again. She turned calmly and told Tiffany to put her hands behind her back. Tiffany obeyed and Kaitee slapped her across the face, back and forth, a total of six times. Tiffany's eyes watered and tears ran down her face. "You are not writing cute copy for Frederick's of Hollywood. You are helping me decide which outfit you will be wearing on the auction block. Please try to be more serious."

Tiffany trembled again, looked at me again, got no response again.

"Next outfit."

Tiffany wrote: "...aiiiiiiiii, this slave exudes sexiness!  She wears what appears to be an embroidered black bra, but the lacy skirt lingerie is enhanced with a white tie which can be quickly released.  Once again, notice the wristlet, but more hottly are the vinyl boots.  If she wishes to look hotter for her Master, she must wear thigh hi boots and large hoop earrings!!!..."

Kaitee nodded her approval, pointed at the next box. Tiffany changed more quickly this time and Kaitee took more than a dozen photographs.

"...You want nothing hidden, yet want to take your slave to the finest club and not get arrested, then try this strapless tight fitted spandex mini tube delight.  It really is nothing more than an extended tube top. Her nipple piercings and thigh tats will be evident, and though our model is wearing flat sandals, the choice is yours.  Sandals simply reveal more skin, but boots will draw wandering eyes to her naked crotch.  We have many colors, but as always, black is our best seller..."

I watched Tiffany as she leaned over the table typing. She was correct, the dress was little more than a glorified tube top. And, being a skin tight stretch material, she might as well have been naked. Even thought I'd told myself I was going to be professional through the whole thing, I couldn't take it anymore. My cock was trying to rip its way through my pants and my balls were aching.

"Do you want her to suck your cock?" Kaitee asked. Tiffany's head jerked upward and she stared at me. She was perfect, her lips bright red and glossy, hair straight and raven black, tanned skin begging to be touched.

I just nodded.

Tiffany got down on her knees in front of me and undid my pants. It felt strange. It was the first time she'd touched me and the electricity shot through me. I hadn't really considered doing this, I was a hired gun training a submissive, a storyteller gathering material. But tonight, I was a guy with a hard dick and a warm mouth wrapped around it.

Tiffany pushed her face forward and back, lips loose around my cock, her hands around my backside. I tried to push into her throat but she pulled away. I told her to tighten her lips, which she did for a few seconds, then relaxed again. Slowly, it dawned on me -- she was awful at this. The poor girl's idea of a blowjob was "let him masturbate against my mouth". She had no finesse, didn't really offer to do anything and looked just plain bored. I wondered why the lawyers were paying so much.

After another ten minutes or so, I just stepped away and said, "thanks but that's enough for now." When I told Kaitee about it later, she laughed and said she'd have to do something about that later.

"Change your clothes again," Kaitee told her. Tiffany opened the next box, put on the outfit, paraded for the camera, then wrote: "...The heels accentuate her lovely thighs and make the brown laced cheeky the appropriate panty style for this slave.  Notice how she thrusts out her breasts, as though offering them to her master to be whipped..."

"Enough," I said. While I enjoyed watching Kaitee put Tiffany through her paces, we had at least three more things on our agenda for today and I was getting nervous we'd run out of time. Kaitee gave me a dirty look but softened when I pointed at my watch.

"Tiffany, you have some housecleaning to do," Kaitee said.

"May I put my clothes back on?" Tiffany was more-than-naked in the thin lace bra and cheeky panty. Kaitee smiled and shook her head. "No, no point. You have a visitor coming in twenty minutes and he might as well see you in this as any other whore outfit I might put you in." Tiffany gave me a panicked, pleading look but I shrugged my shoulders. Kaitee was running the show now.

"You'll find a plastic trash bag in each of your three clothes drawers. Pack every article of clothing into those bags, tie them and put them by the front door."

"Wha...? You can't be serious," Tiffany protested.

Kaitee ignored her, walked to the closet and pushed aside the curtain. "When you're done, do the same for all of these clothes." She stepped to her side of the room and took a handful of hangars out of her closet. "Replace them with these." I stared and shook my head in surprise. Each hangar held what could only generously be called a dress. One was different though, it had a light grey pantsuit. I wondered what that was about and luckily only had to wait until later that same night.

"Kaitee, I can't go to class like this, I can't go to work like this, I..." Tiffany stopped talking as soon as Kaitee left the room. Over her shoulder, she called "you have eighteen minutes. Don't waste time."

Tiffany ran across the small room and knelt in front of me. "Sir, you gave me to her, you can take me back. Please, I cannot do what she is asking. This was not what I had in mind, I am not a slave, I was playing. I was flirting, I wanted to feel it for a few weeks then go back to my real life. Please, Sir, please."

I looked at her there on the floor, tears streaming down her cheek, nearly naked except for the beige lingerie that stood out in rich contrast to her deeply tanned skin. I believed her. I believed she thought this was a game, even through the glory holes and the pole dancing. But now she couldn't avoid it any longer -- this was real. Brutally real. She said she wanted to live the life of a slave, she said she felt a kind of inherited submissiveness that came with being a Korean woman, she came time after time reading stories and chatting online, the fantasies always about submission, humiliation, degradation. Now, the pictures were taken, the papers were signed and she was about to enter a life of complete servitude. In just a few weeks she'd gone from cocky, flirtatious grad student to a completely submissive sex toy.

If she wasn't such a lame cocksucker, I would have let her blow me right there. I shook my head at the thought, even *my* language was getting cruder. Was Kaitee affecting me as well, bringing out something deep inside  that I wasn't really aware of?

"I am completely powerless here, Tiffany." I saw the shocked look in her eyes. "Completely."

"But, I thought you were having Tiffany help you with your games..." she stammered.

"No. It was never like that." I crouched down until we were eye-to-eye. I wanted to watch her as I spilled the rest of the story. "Kaitee orchestrated everything. She knew every step of the way. She prepped the girls at the tanning booth. She knew the woman at the glory hole bookstore. She chose the piercings and the tattoos. Kaitee has owned you for several weeks now, you are just only now finding that out." Tiffany shook her head through the entire talk. "I know she's been putting some kind of hormone in your water bottles too, the ones you take to class and the ones you drink at the gym." "Why?" "I have no idea. She never told me. She finds you interesting, Tiffany. But I doubt she'll keep you. She already has an Internet auction lined up and the bids for you, based only on your photos pictures -- and not even nude ones -- are already up in the tens of thousands of dollar."

"David, Sir, Master, please, please, this is wrong, this is illegal, sick, twisted..." she crept backward slowly on her knees, shaking her head and wringing her hands.

"Do you know what you signed earlier?" She shook her head. "You gave Kaitee complete control of all of your bank and credit accounts, your course registrations, and . . . more." I left it at that even while she kept begging. "You only have fifteen minutes until Curtis arrives. I suggest you clean out your drawers."

"Curtis?" she asked, half dazed. "Sir, it is nearly two o'clock in the morning."

"Just clean your room, Tiffany. Be a good girl." I got up and walked out, pulling the door closed behind me.

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From two o'clock until four-thirty, Tiffany serviced a steady stream of men in her dorm room. I was banned from the room but Kaitee provided a cam and I watched everything calmly from one of her friend's rooms down the hall.

During that time, I counted a total of eleven men. In order, two blacks, one white, two Mexicans, one Asian, two Indians, another black man, then two more Mexicans. I was fascinated by Kaitee's presentation. For the two lone white and Asian men, she had Tiffany stand with her feet together, one of her three-inch heels flexed slightly outward, her makeup perfectly refreshed, hands in front of her, crossed casually to cover her crotch. She had soft-jazz playing in the background and left the room respectfully as Tiffany dropped to her knees and unzipped their pants.

It was completely different with the others. Kaitee left Tiffany's hair disheveled from the man before, her lipstick smeared, smears of cum on her neck and chin. She had Tiffany lay on her back on the bed, her head bent over the edge of the mattress, mouth open and inviting. She changed the music to the latest throbbing-bass channel she could find and stayed in the room, encouraging the men to push deeper and deeper into Tiffany's defenseless throat. Of the nine of them, only five really got into it, pushing deep and holding themselves in her throat until I worried she would pass out. When they finished, Kaitee made her use her hands and mouth to clean them before pulling up their pants and thanking them.

The worst part of it all for Tiffany was watching Kaitee say goodbye to them. She gave each of them a card with her telephone number and said, "if you liked it, tell your friends. We're setting up shop soon, just a little off campus."

When the last man left, Kaitee had Tiffany walk the bags loaded with her old clothes out to the dumpster, then told her to get some sleep. We had a long day ahead of us tomorrow.