Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2008 11:30:04 -0500
From: d.a. w <daw62@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Black and White Gold   Parts 2 & 3

New Black and White Gold    Parts 2 & 3

Part 2

The Slave Auction  - Fun and Failure

I was doing so was well, I decided I could afford my own slave.  I went
to my first action.  What a great time it was.   I had come to grips with
my sexual orientation years ago, and knew that I was gay.   Slaves were
sold naked, and for me, who not only was gay but liked B&D and S&M,  I
was just in cock dripping

heaven seeing all those naked hulks chained on their little podiums, with
their hands locked to their slave collars, .  I suddenly realized that my
time of looking for some action on AOL or YAHOO was over.  I could have a
hulk, and all the chains I could imagine, and beat the slave's ass as
much as I wanted; make

the slave crawl and beg to my heart's content, and even engage in water
sports and scat if I wanted to move that far with calm equaniminity.

I was looking around not quite knowing what to do when a announcement was
made that all first time buyers were invited to a demonstration of how to
evaluate a slave, with live slave models to try our skills on. I soon had
a very stiffening cock and knew two changes I would make for future trips
to the auction house  was to wear a  condom and a jock.  Thankfully I was
wearing black slacks, and so the wet spot was not too noticeable.   I
noted others with these spots also, and a sort of smirk on the face of
the trainers and they checked out all the wet spots. I was taught how to
test muscle groups and the commands to give to

get the slave ready for me to test their butt hole for my use, and was
assured the slave would happily clean my finger after its inspection.  No
rubber glove was needed.  We had freedom to explore.    "GOD SLAVERY IS
GREAT!!" I thought to myself.

After the training I returned to the auction room, and armed with my new
knowledge ran my hands over a white slave who had muscles that were just
magnificent, and as I was checking out the muscle tone, smiled at me in a
very seductive way.  I realized that the slave wanted to make itself as
appealing to me as possible.  For some reason my face colored, and one of
the ever-present attendants came over to inquire if the slave had said or
done anything that had disturbed me.   I merely commented that the slave
seemed to be happy that I was examining him.   The attendant explained
that indeed the slave might be.  Slaves not sold to individual owners at
this auction would be sent back to the slave training facility for a
refresher course on what being a slave was all about, and with a smile
and a knowing wink the attendant said, ".... and you know what I mean
when I say 'refresher' I am sure."   Well I did not have a clue, but
smiled and tried to think of something to say that would not scream "This
guy is clueless,  and doesn't know enough to deserve to own a slave."
Perhaps however, the trainer did understand I did not know by adding,
"They begin with a whipping for not returning some profit to the training
facility for the trouble the facility put into training them for sale.
Then for two weeks they are worked harder and with heavier chains, and
with more prodding to build up body and appearance to make for a fast
sale.   If a slave was put up for auction a

second time, and did not sale again,  the slave was reclassified as a
"CLASS L" slave, and  would then be sold by lot with other "L for LOSER"
slaves.  I did not know what the "L" really stood for, but "Loser" seemed
clear enough to me.   Class "L" slaves could legally be used more harshly
and since they  were sold

in a group of five or ten, was less of an investment, and so could expect
a life of little concern for its health and safety, and a quick whip,
slave prod, or paddle for anything less than  total effort.  All this
explained why the slave had smiled and done its best to entice my
interest.   I imagined that I also looked too small and too ignorant to
be a threat of being a harsh owner, and could possibly lead to an easy
slave life.

There were several slaves I really liked including two blacks whose cocks
and asses really aroused my interest.   When each slave was unchained
from its podium and brought up to the auction block, I got ready with my
card.  The card with a number on it that had been registered with my name
and credit card

information and/or bank information had been given to me when I had
arrived at the auction house, and had been very politely asked if I was
there to purchase or to observe for future purchases.   I was sure by the
time the auction began my credit limit, and my bank account information
was all stored away in the

computers.  I could bid, but if there was a question if my bid was backed
up by purchasing power, I would be quietly asked to provide more
information about my ability to buy.   I was in the bidding for the white
slave who had smiled at me.   I was envisioning not only fucking his ass
out, but also for correcting his idea

that I was some marshmallow of an owner by using my interest in S&M and
B&D to literally whip it into proper respect.  However, soon my financial
resources were exhausted, and he was sold to two guys - a gay couple -
who looked like they might also make its life interesting.  They were
both dressed in black leather pants, and both had a leather Jimmy Brown
belt across their chests.   A holder for a salve prod, and a small quirt
was attached to their belts.   I smiled at the knowledge that the slave
would be properly used, abused,

and worked with those two in charge.   I also lost out on the second
white slave I had wanted, and so went to the two blacks I had selected.
I was out after three bids for one, but the last one really seemed to be
in

my grasp.

I was bidding and my last bid had not been answered.   The auctioneer was
doing the "GOING. GOING. GONE" deal, and had just said "...GONE,"  with
his little hammer in the air ready to descend when a guy right behind me
outbid me by $10,0000.   I was furious.   The sneaky bastard had let me
almost feel that back body under my use and then snatched it from me. My
competitive juices started flowing.  The last white slave I had examined
was up for sale .  I WAS

GOING TO OWN THIS SLAVE!!!!   I overbid the guy by another $10,000.

There was a pause while an auction assistant came up to me and very
quietly asked, "SIR it seems as if the financial information and credit
card limits which you provided earlier will not sustain that bid.  I
would remind you that to bid beyond your ability to pay is the crime of
fraud and you would be subject to criminal prosecution."

I should have paid close attention to theses statements, but I was only
intent on outbidding that low down jerk who allowed me to think that
slave was mine only to try to snatch him away from me at the last minute.
I said rather gruffly, "I have other resources that I did not mention."
The assistant smiled and said, "Those resources are available for
immediate use I hope as slave purchases must be completed in full at the
time of purchase."

I brushed him aside with a quick "Of course!" even though I had not
really thought about what I would have available to cover my last bid.  I
noticed the auction assistant gave me a glare as he was leaving.  I
thought "Serves you right you snooty bastard."  As I said I was not
noticing that the expected interaction between buyers and the staff of
Dryer and Reinbolt were extremely polite and respectful on both sides.  I
had clearly violated this protocol with my dismissive and curt comments.

After the pause the bidding resumed, and after the jerk again topped my
bid, and I topped his final bid by $5,000.   I was smiling and immensely
happy with

myself when I heard this time the auctioned say "GOING, GOING, GONE.
SOLD TO Bidder 48 for "165,000."   I heard the word "SOLD" happily, and
then my world crashed and my smile disappeared as I contemplated where
would I get $165,000 for the purchase.



PART 3   Triumph and Tragedy   (OK, I know I stole this title, but it
works)



I noticed that almost immediately the same sales assistant that I had
blown off with a cavalier "I have other resources..." earlier came up to
me, but this time he was accompanied by two of the facility's security
staff.   "SHIT, SHIT. SHIT!" I said to myself.   The presence of those
two muscle goons really did

intimidate me, and I was anxious to solve the problem, grab my overpriced
slave and get home and start enjoying my slave.  "Don't let them see you
look worried, and for God's sake don't let them smell panic sweat on
you!" I counseled myself.

Now he was standing just in front of me.   "SIR, would you like to
accompany me to the sales office to complete the sale.  In the meantime
are there any special orders for the outfitting of your slave, SIR?   SIR
we offer a complete line of branding, cinching, tattooing, and
restraining services. "

I did not know what any of those special services might cost, but right
now I just needed to figure out what they thought I owed over the
financial resources  I had provided for them earlier.   With the sales
assistant in a slight lead, but still somewhat beside me,  I was being
led toward a series of offices.  We went by several cubicles with open
doorways and in each I saw a familiar layout of a desk with computer and
shelves with binders, and two chairs in front of the desk.

We did not stop for any of these,  Instead we headed for  one of  the
offices almost out of the sales room itself.  These offices did not have
the open

archways to the sales floor, but instead the sales associate took out a
key and unlocked the solid steel door to an office which was much larger,
but much less nicely furnished than those we had passed.   In this office
there was a steel desk and two heavy steel framed chairs.

I would guess the room was about 10 by 14 feet.  I was not sure, but I
think that the door was on the south side of the room.  The desk and
chair were on the north east corner with the chairs facing the north wall
and the long side of the desk parallel to that north wall.   In addition
to the desk and two chairs there was a bookcase with the binders as in
the other rooms, but there was also a closed steel utility cabinet that
seemed about 48 inches wide and at least 18 inches deep.  On the north
wall behind the desk were two large posters

of two slaves, naked except for their collars, smiling at the clothed man
holding a leash to their collars.  Over the two pictures was a slogan
painted on the wall "THE PREECT COMPANION FOR EVERY SUCCESSFUL MAN IS HIS
OBEDIENT AND HAPPY SLAVE."

I momentarily lost myself in the pictures imagining myself with my new
slave on his leash walking obediently behind me and with a happy smile on
his face carrying my purchases to my slave powered car with all my
friends looking on with admiring and envious glances as my slave showed
my success and power.

On the west side of the room was what almost looked like a TV set for
Judge Judy or one of those court shows.  There was a raised bench and
dark blue velvet like drapes behind it.  The desk was facing the east
wall.  In front of the bench, there were two small tables each with one
chair under it.  I noted that if I were over there I would want the desk
and chair nearer the north wall as it was more padded and looked like a
fairly nice desk chair.  The chair at the other desk was like the ones to
which I was being guided, heavy steel framed, and with a plastic seat .
I also noted that the steel chair there and also the one to which I was
being guided also had several steel "D" rings through the steel frame on
the legs and along the sides of the back.

The sales associate noted my interest in the "D" rings and with his usual
used-car salesman smile said "These are security chairs.  We can take
them to any place, and by dropping a chain through a stack of them
transport them securely, and also make sure no chair every strays away."
The last phrase about straying away was accompanied by the worst fake
laugh I had ever heard.  My personal thought was that NO ONE  would ever
want these ugly and heavy chairs, and any one would be crazy to try to
steal something so heavy.  A stack of them could not be moved with out a
forklift it seemed to me.   Anyway, I sat down, and the assistant went to
the other side and sat down in what could have been the companion to the
desk chair over at the courtroom set.

"Now Mr. Wilson, " the assistant said in a smug and condescending tone, "
our analysis of the financial information you provided us when you came
in indicates that you had $150,000 in liquid assets that you could use
for the purchase of one of our well trained and superior slave
properties.  Could you now provide

the information about those additional resources you mentioned when I
cautioned you during the bidding?  I might add Mr. Wilson that the
bidding warning is a legal requirement for us to make sure that a bidder
knows that we believe that he has reached the end of his resources.  It
is also required that we at that time point out the severe penalties of
not fulfilling the contract of purchase should your bid be declared the
winning bid.  Would you mind signing this document stating that you were
given these cautions.  I would mention that these cautions are also
recorded on our voice and video monitors of the sales floor."

As I sat there, I hoped smiling confidently, he added with a supercilious
tone that was especially condescending and irritating, "And I might add
that all of us at Dryer and Reinbolt were extremely impressed at the
depth of your financial resources.  Most buyers have had to work their
way up to a one of our superior slave properties by using the values of
lesser slave to finally achieve the best."

I immediately thought of the cruel turn of fate that had led me into this
slave auction house.  I did not know one from another, and I only had
come into this one because it was closest to where I had gotten off the
public slave-powered bus.  "SHIT, SHIT, SHIT" was again my litany to
myself about how I had gotten this mess.

I tried to sound, look, and feel confident as I replied  "If you will
just let me go and use the phone I am sure that I can arrange the extra
$15,000 in a few minutes,"

  "Our policies do not allow this type of call Mr. Wilson, but if you
will give me the name and number of the source of  the funds,  I will be
happy to make the contact for you."  my salesperson again oozed.

"If you call my bank, I am sure that they will be \happy to extend me
this much credit," I said keeping my voice deep as possible as well as
confident as possible.

"That's fine I have the bank's number right here.  Is there any person in
particular I should ask for?  Perhaps the name of your personal banker?
"  he once again simpered.  I knew that the crack about the personal
banker was another insult and that he was sure I was some deadbeat jerk
who should never have had the temerity to enter their door and bid for
one of their "superior slave properties."   Like I would be wealthy
enough to have a personal banker.  I though for a moment and remembered
that I had discussed some investments with Tom Scott at the bank, and he
had briefly looked at my financial data as a part of that general
discussion.   I silently prayed he would remember that conversation and
ok the loan.  I silently tried to send him mental message that if he
would make the loan I would take every penny I could and

invest it with him to my dieing day.    "Yes," I said.  "Ask of Tom
Scott."

"Hello, First United National Bank and Trust?   May I be connected with
Mr. Tom Scott please?   Thanks."  Mr. Oil Can Harry, my nickname for the
sales slime, said with a decidedly more pleasant tome than he had been
using with me.   I decided again to ask for the phone so that I might
have the opportunity to beg if necessary.    "Would you mind letting me
have the phone please.  I am sure that this can be arranged much more
easily and quickly if I talk to Tom directly."  I reached across the desk
to take the phone.

I immediately heard and then felt the goons at my back.  I had not
realized they were in the room at the back, but they made their presence
known immediately.  One grabbed my shoulders and brought it tightly
against the chair back, and the other took my arm and removed it from the
desk and placed it on the chair

armrest.  With furious scorn Oil Can snarled "Mr. Wilson at Dryer and
Reinbolt  we DO NOT put up the client's exhibiting this type of rude and
inappropriate behavior.    I must insist on your word Mr. Wilson that you
will not try to wrench the phone from me again."

I was almost in shock.  I had never been so quickly and so thorough man
handled in my whole life.  With ease and efficiency I was put in my
place.  Goons these two might be, but quick and skillful goons they
were.   "Yes SIR.  I will not try to take the phone again." I managed to
get out.  This time I knew I sounded

like a young boy caught in the act of some terrible crime by his
parents.  " I was merely trying to make this

transaction as quick and easy as possible.  I did not mean anything by
it." I whined.

"Now, Mr. Scott, this is Mr. Braddock Thornhill of Dryer and Reinbolt,
and we have a Mr. Wilson here who seems to have overextended himself a
bit in the purchase of a slave and is in need of some credit from your
bank."  I could not hear the other side of the conversation, but Oil Can
nodded and to me most

frighteningly smiled on a couple of occasions.   Oil Can spoke up again
with the same chilling false concern and sincerity  in his voice, "I am
glad to hear that you consider Mr. Wilson such a good credit risk."  I
momentarily took a more secure breath, and I even seemed to detect a
slight alleviation of the force

being applied  by the goon squad keeping me in place.  "However, SIR" Oil
Can continued, and I sensed trouble as I looked at Oil Can smiling at
me,  "You should be aware that to achieve his payment of $150,000 Mr.
Wilson has already expended the bank account you mentioned as well as his
stock holding

and even maxing out two credit cards, his American Express and his Master
Card.  I believe that it would not be ethical for me not to let you know
about this change in Mr. Wilson's assets."    I tried to inject a comment
here about the  $50,000  bonus I had been promised as soon as the new
slave power people mover

went into production.   "SIR" I said in my best imitation of pleasant
friendliness, "I am expecting..."

At this point Oil Can looked at the goon squad, and said into the phone
"One moment please.  There is a bit of a irritating distraction here in
the office."  Oil Can pressed the receiver into his sport jacket, and
hissed "Mr. Wilson, if you insist on interrupting my conversation, I am
within my rights to have you muzzled."   I opened my mouth and got out
the word  "But.." when goon number one forced my head back, and goon two
inserted a flat leather covered tongue like thing into my mouth.  As it
was pushed further into my mouth my tongue was completely covered and
forced into submission by the leather invader.  The

operation was completed quickly by the leather straps from the oval
leather slightly curved flat peace into which the tongue was attached
were brought around my head and tightly fastened behind my head.  As I
reacted with shock at being gagged I also felt my wrists being encircled
by leather which was also tightly buckled shut.  Then one final strap was
buckled across my chest.   I tried to yell that they were illegally
restraining me as a free man just like a slave.  However, the only sound
that all this indignation actually produced was some unintelligible
animal sounds.   As I fumed my bondage was completed by my ankles being
attached to the front legs of the chair.   I now knew what the heavy
steel and "D" rings were really for - completely attaching a person to
this chair.

With the first sincere smile I had seem from Oil Can he removed the phone
from his clutch against his chest, and said "Mr. Scott, my apologies for
the delay, but the disturbance in the office has been taken care of. "
There was some more conversation on the phone and then with the most
satisfied beam Oil Can spoke

again in clear calm and satisfied tones,  "No Mr. Scott we at Dryer and
Rienbolt are not aware of any more potential income that Mr. Wilson may
have."  After another pause, I heard the most horrible words I could
imagine.  Oil Can intoned solemnly "Thank you Mr. Scott, but it is not
necessary to send a letter of

commendation to my employers on my behalf for saving you from making what
would have turned out to be an unsecured $15,000 loan to an individual
who probably could not afford to keep the slave he most obviously also
could not afford to buy. "   After a small pause Oil Can concluded the
conversation with "Well if you insist SIR, that would be most gracious."
and he hung up the phone.

With a smile he looked at me still making muffled noises about my bonus
and my indignation at being restrained, and intoned with not even
disguised contempt. "You are entitled to supply the names of two other
persons that I must contact to try to raise the money.  You have five
minutes to supply these two names.  I have a timer here, and I will set
it to five minutes. "  At this point I was in true hysteria.  I thrashed
about and yelled as much as I could.

Finally after two minutes had passed as he watched my fruitless attempts
to move, Oil Can said "Oh! Mr. Wilson I am sorry. I seem to have
overlooked that you are not in a position to respond.  If you promise to
behave I will have my assistants to remove your one hand from the
restraint and you will be given a pen on which to write the names and the
phone numbers of two other individuals that you wish me to contact to
obtain the money you need.  I must also tell you that everything that
happens in this room is video taped, and will be available for the court
to see that EVERYTHING  (his emphasis) was done according to the law."
It was done, and I wrote the name of one of my colleagues and my parents
on the paper.   As soon as I had written the names, my wrist was
immediately reattached to the chair

There is little need to make a big deal of what followed.  Oil Can was
skilled and was able to have my friend from work refuse to pay the
money.   He put the phone call to my parents on a speaker phone as he was
very sure of himself at this point.  My Father answered and laughed when
told of my predicament. "Well you tell Johnny that his Mother and I are
going on an around the world cruise, and we'll see him a year from now.
Oh yes, thank him for the money he sends us.  That's what we are using
for the  trip, and unfortunately that has left us with little in the bank
account to help out with this little problem.  We let the bank know that
as soon as Johnny's checks equal $15,000 that they are

to send that to him.   And also tell him congrats for joining the ranks
of society's elete - the slave owning class." I heard the dial tone
indicating that he had hung up.  Poor Dad.  He did not understand that
there would be NO Johnny Wilson by the time he and my mom returned from
the trip, and also no checks that

had been accumulating.  Johnny  would be declared legally dead, and in
his place a slave would be born.