I felt as if I were playing a role, and very unconvincingly at that: pretending to be or to care about anything other than being Your possession. I s...quirmed in my seat, aching to rush back to the office, to get down on all fours to write about You, to strip and kneel for You, to call You - oh, to call You and hear Your voice again! - to masturbate for You and be nothing but Your little slut again.It was so hard, Sir! I tried to stay focussed on the pros and cons of the different houses I was. And a couple of house slaves. They ordered us to walk around for a few minutes. Then they played a song and we all danced to it. I am not much of a dancer. I shacked my hips to the beat of the music so than my dick would swing around. The girls on the left side cheered every time I looked their way. There were five of us in this group. The first one was brought forward. The rest of us kneel on some pads with our legs apart and our hands above our heads. No one bid for the first two sold. They. From the beginning, Bruno paused to long. A man ran his fingers into the girl’s snatch while his female companion stroked and fondled Bruno’s genitals. After that all the women boldly stepped forward to feel his cock, while fingers plunged into the snatch and ass of the slave girl over his shoulder. This turned out to be a good thing for the show, as Bruno’s dick was hard again when he finished the circuit. Bruno took the girl upstage and put her across the crosspiece. His assistant positioned. "Fair enough Helen, if that's what you really want, carry on, but from now on I'll just stay right out of it and keep my opinions to myself, but I'm warning you, you'll only have yourself to blame if things get out of hand."Although my speaking up had obviously not had much, if any affect at all on the overall outcome of the situation, if nothing else I had at least regained some self respect and was now reasonably satisfied with myself, having finally stood up to them and made my point of view.