The Auction by Claire Thompson

lips, not quite managing to hide the confused, annoyed expression that flitted over her features. Adam lifted another bite of egg to his mouth, following it with another long sip of coffee.
    “Feed me, please, Sir,” she finally blurted, actually licking her lips.
    Nodding, Adam held out a piece of toast, allowing her take a bite. He scooped up some egg on the fork and let her take it. He continued to feed her until the plate was empty. “Do you like coffee or would you prefer orange juice?”
    “Coffee, please,” she said quickly. Adam finished what was in his cup and stood, heading toward the pot.
    Turning back, he asked, “How do you take it?”
    “Cream and three spoons of sugar, please, Sir.”
    He poured the coffee and added the cream, not quite able to hide his smile as he stirred in the ridiculous amount of sugar. The coffee was steaming hot, and while he planned to hurt her today, accidentally burning her with scalding coffee was not the way he intended to do it. Handing her the cup, he said, “Here. You can hold it. When you’re done, wash the dishes and wipe down the counters.”
    He took up the newspaper, pretending to ignore her as she sipped and then gulped the sweet coffee. When she was done she stood, smoothing her thighs as if she were smoothing the fabric of the skirt that wasn’t there. She cleared the dishes and went to the sink. He watched her openly as she cleaned up, again admiring the small dimples over her ass cheeks and the welt that, though fading, was still visible.
    When Carly was done, she turned toward Adam, an expectant look on her face. Adam stood. “This morning I was going to begin with a flogging session just to warm you up, but you have an annoying habit that needs breaking. Follow me.”
    Biting her lower lip, Carly followed him out of the kitchen and up the two flights of stairs to his dungeon. He left her standing in the middle of the room while he went to the cabinet and opened the drawer containing his gag collection. Finding what he was looking for, he removed it from its sterilized container and brought it to his naked slave girl, holding it out for her inspection.
    “Do you know what this is?”
    Carly stared at it with wide eyes. “No, Sir,” she breathed.
    “It’s called a Whitehead gag. It was originally designed for dentists, the ultimate sadists, for when they want to keep your mouth wide open.” He touched her lips. “Open up. I’ll show you.”
    Carly took a step back and Adam glared at her. “I said open your mouth.” He spoke sternly, daring her with his eyes to defy him. With obvious reluctance, Carly did as she was told. Adam placed the metal device in her mouth, positioning it behind her front teeth. Slowly he cranked the ratchet on the side of the gag, forcing her mouth wide open before locking it into place.
    He massaged his cock through his shorts, toying with the idea of fucking her face, but first things first, he told himself. “Do you know why you’re wearing this particular gag, Carly?”
    She shook her head, making an ineffectual sound.
    “It’s because I’m tired of watching you nibble on your lower lip like it was a teething toy. You’ve been doing it since the second I bought you, despite my telling you repeatedly to stop it. It’s a bad habit, and not at all suitable behavior for a sub. I won’t have it, do you understand?”
    The girl nodded, unable to reply, a miserable expression on her face. Adam continued, “You will wear this while you write your rules. It may be a little awkward but it’s perfectly safe.”
    He led her to the cock box and had her kneel there. He brought over a clipboard with a pad of paper on it and set it, along with a pen, in front of her. Reaching into his shorts pocket, he took out the list of rules he’d typed up on his laptop while she was in the shower and set it beside the clipboard.
    “You will write the rules, word for word, until you know them by heart. I’ll quiz you afterwards, so make