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leave you now, if I may.” Grace stood to leave. What the hell have I got myself into? Shit…I have no idea if I can pull this off. Me, a slave, I mean how archaic and barbaric is that? But let’s face it, girl, you’re excited by the thought of being a slave. Imagine a strong Master who’ll care for you while he uses you for his every pleasure. You’ll have no choices, no pressures, and no worries. Your only concern will be your Master’s happiness and fulfillment. In reality you’re about to be a kept woman. Hey! I could definitely do that for six months.
    “Good-bye, Slave Grace. I’ll see you soon.” He watched Grace leave the club with a smug smile on his face. He just loved orchestrating people’s lives. It gave him a sense of being the puppet Master. Now who’s the next puppet on my list? He snickered to himself.

Chapter Five

    Grace had spent the last twenty-four hours learning more than she ever wanted to know about being a slave. She’d learnt slave positions, what a Master expected from her, and about the BDSM lifestyle in general. Such as safe words, and safe practices with regard to bondages and restraints. She had no idea bondage could be so dangerous if done incorrectly.
    After a restless sleep in a sumptuous guest room in the private section of the club, she was ready. It’s auction day. I’m selling myself in a few hours. Hold on, that doesn’t sound right . She’d spent the last two hours getting her body polished and her hair and nails done by the in-house beauty therapist. She knew she looked good, even with the minimum of clothing slaves were expected to wear.
    Grace was dressed in a sexy white lace corset, tiny panties, garter belt, and stockings matched with white high heels. She looked like a virginal vixen about to be sacrificed.
    She felt strange to be wearing only underwear. Her breasts were pushed up for maximum cleavage and her waist tucked in by the corset. There was nothing more to do. She was ready. At the knock on her door, she opened it to find Dungeon Master Dan. He held out his hands, waiting for her luggage.
    “These will be given to your new owner after the auction. Are you ready, Slave Grace?”
    “Yes, Master Dan. I can’t wait.” Truth be told, she was terrified. Would she end up with a nasty or abusive Master? What if she wasn’t attracted to him at all? What if he was some greasy sleaze? She reminded herself that she could walk out of the contract at any time. She also knew each bidder was medically and security checked and that they were all members of the club. They also had been vetted completely and had undergone all the extra checks and tests Master Craig insisted on before they could become slave owners.
    Swallowing the lump in her throat and lowering her head, she left the safety of her room . I can do this, I can do this. I am a strong, capable woman. I may not know any martial arts, but in a bind I can fight dirty. I may be short, but I’m scrappy. Okay, breathe, Grace, breathe…
    They walked along the corridor and down the stairs to the main floor of the club, which had been transformed for the auction. The dance floor had been covered by a huge Persian carpet and set with chairs facing the stage, which was decorated with layers of sheer draped fabric resembling an Arabian bazaar. Tonight was an invitation-only members’ night, so as she looked around she noticed there were very few people. Grace was escorted to a small room off from the stage with the other slaves up for auction. She noticed that there were both female and male slaves in the room. She sat between a male slave and Slave K whom she’d meet yesterday while in training.
    “Darling, you look nervous. Let me guess, first time?” the male slave asked.
    “Yes, is it so obvious? I’m really worried this is a big mistake.”
    “Don’t worry, darling. Getting to this point is the hardest part. After this, you don’t have very many decisions to make.”
    “I know. I just hope I get a