CHAPTER TWO
The process to become a slave baby girl wasn't as long and as involved as I thought it would be. My new master took me in hand right away as we sat together after the slave action. He had me come to him and sit with him as we shared a celebratory drink. Top shelf whiskey was poured as he sat talking to me about my limits, boundaries and what I was hoping to get out of this.
I had heard a lot online about how slaves should have no limits, but when I told my new master that he simply rolled his gorgeous blue eyes and told me that wasn't how it was. That everyone had limits, and anyone who told you they didn't have limits was either a liar or completely crazy.
"Anyone who tells me they have no limits is asked if they wouldn't mind me cutting off their arm. If they say they want their arm and don't want me to cut it off, that's a limit." He told me. I smiled as I realized how right he was. Of course he was right.
When I had gone to him, I was surprised about how sexy my new master was. I'd put him in his mid-thirties with dark hair and the deepest dark blue eyes. The moment our eyes clapped on one another's though, I felt a wave of electricity run through my body and rest within my belly. There are butterflies that you often feel, then there's that feeling you get when you're in the presence of power. Of someone who really knows how to control others, of someone who knows what they're doing with the easy confidence of someone who has been here before.
My new master had me sit down with him in a private part of the bar as he ensured the drink kept flowing. Even as these were important conversations, he told me, it was also a time to celebrate and anything missed tonight could be followed up tomorrow. We had time. Expensive whiskey wasn't something I normally drank, but I could see why people chose to celebrate with it. He ordered without asking me what I wanted, but I didn't mind. It felt appropriate considering the circumstance. We sat together and he asked me his questions about me before telling me about himself. He told me right off the bat that he wasn't a master in the traditional sense of the word, but a daddy dom. He told me that I was to call him Daddy going forward and that he would refer to me by a pet name of his choosing.
When we discussed what the relationship would look like, he told me that he wanted me to know that I would have certain duties, but that as he was a man of means (obviously, I thought to myself as I considered how much he bid on me) he wouldn't need me to clean up after him, and cook. My duties would be more specific than that and for the most part I would be looked after by the staff, rather than having to look after myself and him as often happened in master/slave relationships.
"So, what do I do exactly?" I asked.
Without a moment of hesitation or even appearing self-conscious Daddy told me, "you will be looking after all my needs sexually whenever it suits me, you will be allowed to play as a little girl does, and be looked after by me like a little girl when you are not being used as my fuck toy. Your limits and boundaries will always be respected and will be written into the contract, as will mine."
"Okay." I agreed. "I can do that."
I could feel a lump in my throat as I swallowed and felt my nervousness bubble inside my chest. There wasn't much I could do at this point but nod. I wasn't too sure what would happen going forward. Tying to dismiss the feelings of nervousness and excitement wasn't easy, so I mostly just sat there, trying to keep my breathing steady and wondering about how wet my panties were. This guy got me excited just by looking at me, such was the sexual power he had over me. The tension between us was immense, I felt alive being near this guy, it was amazing! All of this and we hadn't even finished our drinks yet.
"So how did you get the money?" I asked, my voice a little more squeaky than I wanted it to be.
"Excuse me?" He asked, I'm not sure if he was asking because I hadn't been clear in my question or if he was asking because he was making a point of making me ask again.
"How did you get the money? To bid on me, I mean." I asked him again, feeling a little more confident this time, but not by much.
Daddy, who had leaned in when he asked the question to hear my response, leaned back again and smiled. "I am a man of means - as I told you. I have the money to chase after what I want, and seeing you up there, I knew I wanted you." He told me.
Taking a deep breath I asked a question that I had been dreading around the BDSM community where people seem to be much more interested in open relationships than they are in the regular population. "I am going to be your slave baby girl," I began, "but does that mean I will be the only one, or will I have sister slaves? Will you see other women?"
Daddy appeared taken aback for a moment before answering, "I don't take multiple women on at a time, girl. I only take on one girl at any one time so I can train her and push her to be the best person she can be."
"I - um - what do you mean?" I asked.
Daddy was shaking his head slightly and standing. "Okay." He said, "now I have you, I want you to come home with me tonight where we can spend the night together before we sign a contract."
"You want to spend the night together before a contract?" I asked, a little confused by how informally Daddy was treating the whole process.
My question was met with a small nod, "Yes." He told me, "I don't want to waste my time and yours if it turns out you really don't want to be my slave, or that age play does not work for you. So we will spend a few nights together before then. You don't have a job, do you?" He asked, almost as an afterthought.
"No." I told him honestly, "not anymore."
Daddy gave a small, curt nod before motioning for us to leave. I had the distinct feeling that if my answer was a yes he would have told me to quit immediately, no matter what that job was, or how much money it made me. He was a man of means, after all, and could take care of me just fine.
I walked before Daddy out of the bar and when I turned at the door to check if Daddy was behind me, I saw him slipping a piece of paper to the owner, who doubled as the auctioneer that night. She was smiling at him the biggest smile I had seen that night so far and seeing us both off. I surmised that was a check and as I entered the cold street and Daddy threw his suit jacket around my shoulders I also surmised that it was his car he was calling. When the car pulled up in front of us and Daddy opened the door for me to get in, I did as I was told. This really was happening, I thought to myself. I had just sold myself in a slave auction, and I had just been bought by a billionaire.