Subject of MisTranslation (Pt 1)

Upon arrival to the auction, the slave trader walked me in collar and leash, with only a robe to cover my nakedness. I was not ashamed, it just felt so odd not having my usual clothes, but then again, I hadn’t been wearing clothes for a month now so it really couldn’t be that different. Master (slave trader), led me to the center of the warehouse where he had set up the “stage” for my display, the stand with my new and only outfit, and the booths for the potential buyers to relax in privacy with a full view of me until the auction was complete. Master removed the robe, and told me to kneel; I did so immediately. Sitting on my knees, hand turned up on my thighs, knees spread fairly far apart, back straight, chin up, and eyes down. I waited for everyone to arrive and my auction to begin. About fifteen minutes later, the first Buyer was escorted in and shown to his booth, approximately five minutes later the next buyer was shown in and so on until all six buyers had been seated. The booths were soundproof, with a microphone which was connected to Master’s headset for communication.

Master welcomed everyone and explained briefly that this was a special event with a special prize for the winning. He told them that I came to him willingly to become a slave to the right master, he had me stand up simply by slightly lifting the leash. I stood up, hands placed behind my back feet a little more than shoulder-width apart. After getting to the standing position, Master dropped the leash to show the buyers my obedience with no force. Seeing that the leash was the only form of restraint on me, several of the buyers inquired about concerns for me trying to run.

Master replied, “That is the beauty about this slave gentlemen, she has no desire to leave or run. She is here of her choosing and is wanting and eager to serve you.” Master gave several commands for positions, a command to play with myself for the buyers, had a guard come over and had me suck him off in front of the buyers at command to prove I would do anything told. The Master told me to get the cane… my one dread but I obeyed without hesitation. I walked over to the trunk, bent over to open it and pulled out the cane. I walked it back over to Master and knelt with the cane raised flat on my hands. Once he took the cane I turned around, leaned forward till my forehead was on the floor, hands stretched out in front of me, knees about shoulder-width apart and ass in the air waiting for my punishment for a show. Before beginning the punishment, Master explained to the buyers that of all the punishments he tested this was my least liked, however as they will notice I do not move during the punishment where others have had to be tied or forced to stay in place.

I counted out loud as he proceeded, “One, Two, Three… Four. Thank you, Master.” It was clear from the sound of my voice that I was in pain and yet still behaving and following instructions.

When the punishment was over, Master told me to get up, put the cane up, and return to the position to await the results. I got up, did as I was told, and returned to the first position of the evening but this time it was much more difficult with my ass as sore as it was from the caning.

“Let’s begin the bidding for this lovely beauty who will serve your every need or desire as well as be the perfect arm candy at an event without having to keep a constant eye on her. Bidding starts at $500,000, who will start the bid?” It took a minute before one of the buyers signaled that he would bid the minimum. From there it took off until the amount was between two of the buyers and at $1,000,000. Once it hit the hundred-thousand, he tried to push a little more but the second buyer dropped out because he wouldn’t go over the $900,000. Master congratulated the winner without mentioning a name, then one by one the other buyers were escorted back to their vehicles to leave. He turned to me and told me to get dressed and ready to leave. I walked over to the back corner of the stage area pulled on thigh-high stockings with a garter belt, a lovely ocean blue dress with spaghetti straps, built-in boosting low-cut bust, and loose fitting skirt angled to just below the knee on the left and just above the knee on the right side; and deep blue pumps. I twisted my hair up into a fountain and clipped it, once dressed I walked back over to Master and stood hands behind my back waiting to meet my owner.

My new owner came to the stage once everyone else had left. He set the deposit for payment and once confirmed, the slave trader came over and removed his collar and my Sir held up a nice silver necklace and asked, “Do you know what this is?”

I nodded and said, “It is a formal dress collar Sir.” He nodded and moved forward to lock it in place.

“What is your name girl?” Sir asked.

“My name is Kyra, Sir,” I quickly responded. He thanked the slave trader and offered me his arm to which I took without a word. Sir escorted me to the side door where his vehicle was waiting, as we approached his vehicle we stopped just short.

”Let us practice how you should react in a formal setting, Paul will try to interact with you several ways so I can judge your response,” Sir told me. Paul, a man who stood about six-foot-tall with blonde hair and very muscular by the tightness of his suit; first approached shaking Sir’s hand, then politely nodding to me. I replied with a polite nod in return, catching his gaze for only a split second. “Good girl,” Sir responded. Next, Paul approached again, this time after shaking Sir’s hand he started to reach to shake my hand or kiss it… unsure of how I was expected to respond I looked to Sir. He told me, “Extend your hand and allow him to take it. Good girl for looking to me when you were unsure of what to do. Now, what should you say if approached by girlfriends, wives, or companions of other guests?”

I thought for only a second and responded, “Thank you for the invitation, but this being my first formal event I prefer to stay at His side.”

Sir nodded slightly, “Good, that will work.” I could tell by the way he was testing me that we would likely be going straight to some formal event and that he wanted to ensure that my behavior would be without problems or questions. As part of the rules of the evening, I was to make polite and brief eye contact throughout the night so not to attract attention for keeping my eyes down. My role for the evening is to be his shy but a lovely companion. Sir opened the door to the “car” which was a black Escalade with tinted windows, I slid up into the back seat and sat with my hands resting flat on my thighs, legs, and ankles uncrossed. The dress I had put on was angled higher on the right side, giving him easier access to my legs and pussy if he so desired. Other than Sir an I, there was a driver in our car and Paul, in addition, there was a second car with three more bodyguards. During the drive, I sat perfectly still, chin up and eyes slightly downcast; Sir firmly rested his left hand on my upper thigh (a gesture of control as well as a way for Him to judge any moment or reactions).

We drove for about an hour through towns to the Swiss city of Bern, pulling up to the hotel where the event was being held. Sir turned and reached over with his right hand, not moving his left from my thigh. He placed his hand just under my chin, turning my head toward him and as he did I looked up to meet his gaze.

“You remember all the rules correct my dear?” he half asked, half stated.

“Yes Sir,” I responded.

He smiled slightly and said, “Two more things you must do. First, to get my attention, just lightly squeeze my arm, you will stay on my arm, or Paul’s if I pass you off. Secondly, if you see anyone who may recognize you for any reason get my attention immediately and inform me, Understand?”

“Yes, Sir I understand,” I stated quietly but respectively. Faster than expected, I said, “Sir…”

He said, “Yes my dear?”

I was a bit nervous at that moment, “Sir, the gentleman at the door might recognize me. I briefly worked at his company a couple years ago, but left because I wasn’t going to get anywhere since I wouldn’t blow him.” Sir seemed happy that I told him and confident that the situation would not be a problem.

“Good girl, let’s go.” Sir exited the car and came around, Paul opened the door on the driver’s side where I was sitting; however, I only got out when Sir reached in to take my hand. I slid out of the vehicle and took Sir’s left arm as I had been instructed. We walked up the stairs to the entryway, Sir shook hands with Mr. Zendo and I returned his nod, but not before I caught his gaze that told me he did remember me.

“…shit…” I thought to myself. We continued inside and I paid close attention to how and when he moved so I could stay right with him and not cause him to pull me at any point. Sir shook hands with many and talked with just as many businessmen, I nodded or extended my hand obeying his rules so not to attract unwanted attention. At one point about two hours into the event, two ladies did approach me and ask me to join them away from the men, I responded same as I had told Sir I would. “Thank you, but this being my first formal business event, I would prefer to stay at his side.” They shrugged and continued to roam the room, I looked toward Sir and caught a slight grin of approval. I had also learned his name over the last couple hours, though I dare not use it without Sir telling me to. Sir was a Mr. Kenneth Ronson. A few moments later, a hostess came by with a tray of champagne, Sir took two and handed me one, I accepted it graciously and sipped it as was expected.

Another hour later, Sir walked me over to a table and said, “Sit my dear, rest for a minute.” I sat in the chair he pulled out, similar to how I had sat in the car back straight, legs together but not crossed, hands in my lap except for the occasional sips of the champagne. When Sir sat down, he placed two appetizers on the small plate in front of me, “Enjoy dear…” he said and returned to another conversation.

I ate the shrimp and sushi roll in small bites patiently watching his movements as well as everyone else. The more I watched Sir, the better I began to understand his body language, voice inflections, etc; which I knew would help later in my service to him. Sir turned back to the table just in time to notice Mr. Zendo approaching the same time I did. “So, Ken where did you happen across such a beauty?” Zendo asked with a smirk.

Sir responded with a grin, “Happened to meet her recently at another business event and offered her a better job. You just have to know where to look.”

“Well, I hope she can keep up with you, good luck…” Zendo said walking off.

Sir looked at me, his hand immediately on my thigh, and I looked at him. “You have done well so far my dear. Since you told me about your history with Zendo, I will not hold his actions against you. Now, we are about to leave, I suggest you use the ladies room as it is a long trip home.”

I nodded, “Yes Sir,” as he helped me up and passed me off to Paul.

“Paul, escort her to the ladies’ room, and then to the car. I will be waiting there.” Paul nodded and proceeded to walk me to the ladies’ room, where he waited outside until I had finished. I took his arm when I had freshened up a little, he walked me out to the car and opened the door for me. I slid back into the seat and again sat straight, facing forward with eyes downcast, and legs uncrossed for easier access. Sir placed his hand on my thigh again but this time he slowly moved his hand down to feel my inner thigh and then higher toward my pussy. As he moved his hand up my dress, I opened my legs slightly to allow easier access. I started to move my hand out of his way but unsure of if or exactly how I should move, I hesitated.

Noticing my awkwardness Sir instructed me, “Place both hands behind your back Kyra, I now want to explore more of what is mine.” I leaned forward slightly and crossed my arms behind my back and sat back moving my ass forward a little. Sir moved his hand up my thigh to rub my clit and pussy with his middle finger, testing how wet I am. I was wet, but not dripping. Sir pushed his middle finger into my pussy feeling how tight I am. He then lifted that same finger to my lips, I opened my mouth and Sir inserted the finger for me to clean off, to which I readily complied. “Good girl, you are almost too well behaved. We shall have to test you more once we are home,” he told me.

Sir wanted to see my breasts up close, so he lowered my dress straps and allowed the dress to fall off my breasts. He touched, caressed, and pinched my nipples hard enough to for me to wince slightly which brought a smile to his face. In that moment, he knew certain levels of pain would gain a reaction from me whether good or bad. After he had released my nipples, he placed my dress straps back on my shoulders, re-covering my breasts and then adjusted the bottom of the dress back in place. Sir then unlocked and removed the formal collar, replacing it with a leather collar that also locked in the back and has a metal ring on the front to attach a lead or leash.

The one-hour car ride took us to the airport, but we weren’t parking for a commercial flight, the driver pulled into a private hanger where a small private jet was waiting. “Come, my dear, we have a long flight ahead of us and you need some rest.” He told me as Paul opened my door again and escorted me to the car to Sir. This time Sir firmly grabbed the back of my arm and led me onto the jet. I was made to sit down in a reclining chair, my ankles and wrists were bound with shackles, “for safety,” and I was buckled in. The next and last thing I remembered was Sir walking up to me with a syringe and injecting something into my arm, which caused me to pass out.

When I woke up I tried to move to wipe my eyes, only to pull at the chained cuffs on my wrists. I looked around to see shackles on my wrists and ankles, chained to the four bedposts. The posts were seven or eight feet tall, with rings every foot or so. I was fully naked with a light blanket on top of me. To the right of me were a heavy wooden wardrobe and a five-foot-long wooden table. Several chairs of various sizes and shapes at the right foot of the bed, at the left head of the bed there is a bookshelf only there were no books only cuffs, bars, and heavier collars. To the left foot of the bed, a small table with two chairs, between the table and the bookshelf was a door and at the center foot of the bed another door. Across the top of the bed was a framework and beams with more hooks and loops. I laid there for what seemed like hours, drifting in and out of sleep when I heard voices and movement at the door. I briefly considered pretending to be asleep at first but made the decision to remain awake to see what is going to happen.

Sir walked in, “You’re awake, good. Time to start reviewing your new duties and rules,” he took a breath and released the cuffs. “You may sit up my dear,” I obeyed and sat up tucking my legs up under me. You are going to be at my side at all times, understood. As my new personal assistant, you will have an appointment tablet with which you shall keep me on-time when my professional assistant isn’t around. You will be shown where the coffee is at the office and you will make sure my cup is not empty during the day. The only allowance for running low or empty is if I have you on a personal task to which you will not deviate. Understood?” I nodded “Yes Sir, I understand.”

“Good girl. Outfits and dresses are in the closet at the end of the bed for work and events. You will be given a color code for each day. Also, from now on your name is Misha Nikulov, repeat it back.” Sir told me.

“My name is Misha Nikulov.”

Just then his phone message alert went off, after reviewing the message he turned back to me very upset, “Tell me Now, why $750,000,000 was just deposited to my account from the slave trader?!”

I responded as quickly and remaining calm, “Sir, the money came from me. I had an arrangement with the slave trader to pay him an additional fee and to pay back my buyer after the auction. I am giving my Sir and Master one last gift from my former life.” He was already drawing back to slap me for seemingly tricking him.

After a deep breath and recomposing himself he asked me, “How did you happen to be in the situation at the auction because you obviously had a job or career given the encounter with Zendo?”

“I did Sir, I had worked for many years as an office assistant and office manager so I was earning good money, as you can see by my gift. I decided to give it all up and trade it in for a new life. I watched the slave trader’s source for a couple years before approaching her. I paid her the usual fee to take me to him as a new slave recruit. Once I had proved my worth to him and suggested the auction as his best way to make the most money, more than he ever had before, I set up the arrangement for him to pay the buyer back seventy-five percent of the purchase price out of my funds, and he could have the remainder of what I gave him as an extra bonus for a successful auction. That is all Sir.” I said very calmly and matter-of-factly. He was still confused by my actions but refusing to discuss this topic any further, I was his slave, and I would obey him or be punished until I do…

"Stand up, walk to the end of the bed and grab the bedpost so that your hands are above your head." Still naked, I did exactly as I was told without hesitation. Sir walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a cane… the one punishment that I disliked the most and he remembered. “I hope and expect that we don’t have to resort to this punishment often as I do not want to mark your back, breasts, stomach or face since they will be seen often at the office. However, I do not like surprises and am very disappointed that you did not inform me of this transaction prior to it happening, so, therefore; you will count the number of lashes as an additional reminder to not keep secrets from me. Understand Misha? And you better not move,” he added. Sir began to swing, *thwack*… it stung so bad when it landed across my ass.

“One… Two... Three… Four…” I began to whimper and cry some, “Five….. Six… Thank you, Sir.”

“You may lower your hands Misha, you will be dressed and presentable in ten minutes, today is a green day for you. Today you will be going to the office with me but you shall remain in a small study area with your tutor. As you are a Russian/Ukrainian you need to know the language and have an accent. I hope you are as quick of a learner in languages as you are in service, my dear."

Sir put up the cane and left the room, I walked to the large closet and bathroom to clean up and get dressed for the day. I chose a knee-length hunter green dress, with a low-cut front and ruffles for sleeves; thigh-high stockings and garter belt, and black pumps. No bra or panties as before to stay with what Sir desires from me. I brushed my hair and placed one small clip in it to partially hold it back. I was dressed and ready except for a very, very sore ass within 6 minutes. I walked to the door and opened it to find Paul standing there waiting for me. Paul walked me out to the car on his arm as before, this time the driver was waiting to open the door for me.

“Senorita Nikulov,” he said as I entered the car and he closed the door. Once in the car Sir removed the leather collar and replaced it with a very snug silver locking collar that I could wear 24/7.

“Thank you, Sir,” I said meekly to not disrespect him. The drive to the office wasn’t too long, Sir’s company building was a modern 18-story structure tucked into an older traditional area of northern Italy.

As we were pulling into the parking garage he looked at me and said, “When at work you may refer to me as Sir or Mr. Ronson depending on the situation, but if I am addressing you, you are to respond Sir only, understood?”

“Da Ser,” I answered in what Russian I knew.

Upon arrival to the top floor, Sir gave me the tour walking past the offices, His office, and the boardrooms. Sir also led me to the coffee area, “This is how to make my coffee Misha.” He made an espresso 1.5 runs, once he had poured his cup he left a little in the making cup, “taste my dear, you need to know what my coffee should taste like.” I tasted it and tried not to make a face considering it was much stronger and more bitter than any coffee I had ever had before, Sir smiled at my effort.

Then he walked me to the office at the end of the hall, a room with a high window for a skyline view. The room was already stocked with food and drinks indicating he expected at least one full day to be spent in this room, conveniently located with a restroom right across the hall. “Sit Misha,” I did and he unzipped his pants standing very close in front of me, “You know what to do…” I gently pulled his cock out of his pants and began to lick up the shaft, and take all of it in my mouth as best as I could. Working his cock with my mouth, gently rubbing his balls through his pants, and stroking every now and then until he came in my mouth. Swallowing was not my strongest gift but I managed and with little to no indication that it was difficult for me. “Good girl, you are very talented my dear Misha.” Sir said looking down at me. He placed a bottle of water, a muffin, and a small bowl of fresh fruit, “You should eat before your tutor arrives, he has your schedule for the day. You will not eat unless he tells allows you, understand,” and he left. I ate and cleaned up the trash, and returned to my seat waiting for the tutor to arrive.

...Chapter 2 to be continued...