The Lesson

Well now, here we are again, back with Gemma and her Mistress.  As usual, Gemma is in a fix with her Mistress, but has Mistress Lucinda finally given up on Gemma and ‘what’ if anything has Mistress Amanda got to do with all of this?  Will Gemma really be sold to a new owner?  Read on and find out in this,
the third and final exciting part of ‘Lot 666’…

Suddenly the doors of the room burst open and the lights flickered on.  A horde of porters hurried into the room, they formed pairs and each pair of men took a cage with a girl in.  There was much screaming, crying and shouting as the men removed the cages one by one… then they came for Gemma!

The men did not trust Gemma even though she was muzzled and four of them approached her cage with long metal bars.  They slid the bars through holes on the mesh of the cage and then with one on each corner, they lifted the cage up.  Gemma held on for all she was worth as the men carried her out of the room.  She shook her head in defiance of what was happening and then, quicker than she believed, she was in the auction room.  Bright lights shone down from the ceiling at a small table on which Gemma’s cage was placed.  She looked around the room… there were the elite of the BDSM world assembled before her.  Some of them she knew from her time with her ex-Master, some she knew from her time with her Mistress but there were many more she had never seen before.  The room was bursting with people from all walks of the scene and almost all sat forward as Gemma was brought in.

The Auctioneer suddenly burst into life and began his introduction piece…

“Here we have Lot 666” he said, “an extreme amount of interest in this lot I might add!”

Gemma was busy searching the room with her eyes for either Mistress Lucinda or Mistress Amanda, but as yet she had seen neither.

“This girl is called Gemma” continued the auctioneer, “Age - 34, height - 6’ 2”, Hair - Light Brown, Eyes - Blue, Dress Size - 14/16 and about 12st 5oz”.  Gemma blushed as her statistics were read out, but the auctioneer went on.  “She is described as a fully qualified Chamber Maid – recently in ownership to a well known Mistress, she has also served a hi-profile Master for approximately 10 years.  She is described as having a ‘mischievous’ nature but is very devoted!”

The auctioneer paused and looked down at his paperwork thoughtfully…

“I have commission amounts on this girl and also private offers on the books… one, three, five… nine bids in all! The bidding opens at forty three on a treble, on the books!”

Now Gemma knew from past experience that real BDSM slaves like herself changed hands for substantial tributes and that ’forty three on a treble’ meant forty three thousand of whatever currency they were bidding in.  The auctioneer continued… “Forty five, Forty eight, Fifty – The book is out at Fifty and it’s in the room – Fifty five, Sixty”…

Gemma tried to see who was bidding on her and at last her eyes fell on Mistress Amanda as being one of the bidders.  The other two bidders were a rather stout Mistress dressed head to foot in Rubber and a Master who appeared to be of rather senior years.  Gemma didn’t like the look of either of them… the woman in rubber looked unsuited to such closely fitting attire due to her size and the Master just looked like a dirty old man after a younger girl he could use for his sexual pleasure.  Gemma hoped that Mistress Amanda would win…
“Sixty five, Seventy” the bidding was starting to slow now as the amounts increased dramatically…  “Seventy five” called the auctioneer gesturing to Mistress Amanda who waved her bidding card.  “Eighty!” was the call as the auctioneer gestured back towards the old Master.

“Eighty five Madam?” enquired the auctioneer, gesturing to the large Mistress in the rubber.  She shook her head and the auctioneer then moved his arm across towards Mistress Amanda, “Eighty five Madam?” he asked again.  Mistress Amanda looked across at Gemma and her eyes said it all.  She looked down at the floor where she was sitting and reluctantly shook her head.

Gemma sank down to the bottom of her tiny cage; her hopes of being saved by Mistress Amanda shattered into a thousand pieces.  She hung her head in sorrow as the auctioneer began to finalise the sale…

“Eighty then, Eighty on a treble, going once – I’ll take Two if it helps – Eighty going twice!”  Gemma watched as the auctioneer raised his hand with the hammer in it.  His hand started to drop then suddenly swung to his left where the phones were…

“One Hundred on the phone!” he called.  “One Hundred on a three against you Sir on the phones” he asked the old Master who had been bidding.  The Master consulted his aid next to him and then looked back at the auctioneer…

He shook his head and the auctioneer then began to finalise again…

One Hundred on a three on the phone then it is… going once… going twice… ‘BANG’ the hammer fell.

Gemma looked at where Mistress Amanda had been sitting; hoping to get one last glimpse of her, but her seat was empty.  Mistress Amanda had already left the auction room!

Gemma was carried off in her cage through a door on the other side of the auction room to a single room like she had first been brought into the previous night, only this one was a wonderful deep red colour and very warming.  It was lit by low lighting and had flickering imitation candles on the walls.  Gemma’s cage was placed on a jet-black table in the centre of the room and she was given a bowl of water and another bowl that contained something that looked like dog food.  Her muzzle was removed and the cage door was secured shut again.

Gemma drank from the water bowl, as this was the first drink she had had since her Mistress… her ex-Mistress had watered her the day before.  She was hungry too and she had eaten dog food before so it didn’t bother her.  She ate until the bowl was empty, then finished her water.  She wondered who had bid highest for her in the auction, ‘who was’ the mystery phone bidder?

An hour or two passed – at least that was Gemma’s estimate as there were no clocks visible to her.  Then Gemma heard footsteps in the corridor outside… a pair of heels approached, and from the sound of the steps, whoever it was walked most confidently in them.  The footsteps stopped outside the door to the room Gemma was in and she could see a shadow under the door.  Gemma watched the door handle, trembling where she knelt in her cage.  The door handle began to drop and the door started to swing open.  Gemma backed herself into the rear corner of her cage as a figure shrouded in a thick black velvet cloak with a hood clipped into the room followed by two other figures also wearing hooded cloaks.  Of the other two, one was shorter than the other was, and quite slim, the taller one was obviously quite stocky in build.  The figure standing in front of them was obviously the Domme and she appeared average height and very curvaceous in build. 

The stocky figure raised an arm towards Gemma and said in a voice like you would hear in a horror movie…

“Kneel before your new owner slave!”

Gemma shuffled herself quickly into a kneeling position within the cage.

“Bow your head slave!” continued the stocky figure. 

By the voice, Gemma considered that the figure speaking to her was obviously male.  She bowed her head and looked at the floor of the cage.  The two figures stood behind the Domme then moved forward, one either side of Gemma’s cage.  They unlocked the top hatch of the cage and placed a gag and blindfold on Gemma.  Then they pushed her head down and locked her hands into metal cuffs.  The cuffs were then secured to a chain that they placed around Gemma’s waist and her elbows were lifted high above her back.  She felt something cold slide under her inner elbows and a metal on metal sound was heard.  Then a click, like a padlock being snapped shut and the hatch on the cage was closed again and secured.

Gemma tried to move her arms but they were being held above her back by some sort of metal bar.  She couldn’t move.  The cage was then picked up and she was carried out of the room followed by her new owner.  They carried Gemma out of the building and the cage was slid into a vehicle (that judging by the noise the doors made was a van of some sort) and secured to the floor with chains.  There was laughter and voices outside the vehicle but Gemma could not make out what was being said.  She heard a door close on another vehicle, then the van rocked as people entered the cab and Gemma heard the doors close – clunk… clunk!   The engine started and the van began to move…

They travelled for what seemed like hours and Gemma was quite unaware of where they might be.  Eventually the van stopped and it rocked again as whoever was up front got out.  The rear doors were opened and the holding chains were released on the cage.  Gemma’s cage was slid from the van and carried a little way, where it was placed on the floor.  Keys rattled and Gemma felt the metal bar being slid from her elbows and her arms dropped as they had gone numb with being raised above her for so long.  She heard the top of her cage being opened and then she was lifted up and out of the cage and placed on a cold wooden floor.

She had been in the cage for what must have been just over a complete day and until her circulation returned, nothing seemed to want to work properly – her legs and back were aching, her arms were numb and she was not in a good way.

Then a new voice spoke to Gemma, one she had not heard that evening, yet it seemed strangely familiar…

“Get on ya knees girl, how dare you slouch on the floor in front of your Mistress like that.  Gemma got to her knees very shakily.  She was trembling as she tried to remain upright whilst her gag was removed and her wrists were freed.  A collar was immediately strapped around Gemma’s neck and she felt a leash attached to it.

Then, her blindfold was removed…

Gemma squinted as the bright lights of the room hit her eyes and she shielded them for a moment, not daring to look up.  Then a very feminine voice spoke to her from the seat in front of her…

“Look at me Gemma!” the voice said!

Gemma slowly traced the leash from her collar away from her with her eyes until they fell upon the hooded aperture of the person holding it.  The hood was slowly removed and Gemma’s eyes began to fill with tears as she began to cry! Gemma’s tears were not out of pain or fear, however…

“Oh Mistress!” she blubbered and rose from the floor, throwing her arms around Mistress Lucinda’s waist and burying her face in her beloved Mistress. 

Mistress Lucinda stroked her Maid’s head softly…  it had all been a massive roués!  Mistress Amanda came into the room from the hallway followed by Danielle, Henna & Jane and all four smiled.  Gemma was back home with her Mistress, where she belonged, but a valuable lesson had been learned by a certain Maid girl that evening.  Never again would she push her Mistress’ temper to its limits; never again would she be cheeky to her; never again would Gemma be mischievous towards her Mistress because as Mistress Lucinda said to her that night…

“I love you very dearly, as only a Mistress should, Gemma… but you are not irreplaceable!  No Sub or Slave is and I hope this has proved it to you beyond a doubt that I ‘will have’ your obedience?”

“Yes Mistress, totally Ma’am, I swear it!” said Gemma, who was just very, very glad to be home!

The End

Written by: Maid Gemma

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