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Ring of Truth

by obohobo

Warnings

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF MM FF NC. Spanking WS

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.

Copyright 2005

Prologue

After finding the Ring of Truth and learning a little of its properties, I, Dr. Derek Meeks, decided to keep a sort of diary, a 'blog' of events surrounding its use in my life. At the same time I added excerpts from the leather book that came with the ring so they would be readily readable. For the time being I am keeping the information in a protected file on my computer and, for reasons that will become obvious to anyone privileged to view them, I do not intend to print them out until I, like the previous owner, decide to put the ring in some safe place. That may not be for many years hence.

Dr. Derek Meeks.

P.S. (Later). I have now decided to anonymously publish an edited version of the blog together with the excerpts from the book on a site I visit frequently and get much pleasure from reading the stories it contains. Names of people (including my own), and places have been changed but otherwise this is an honest account of my experiences with the ring. I have tried to write each blog as a readable narrative and have concentrated on the sexual aspects mainly because I know that it what readers visit this site for and because they brought me the greatest pleasure. I hope it will do the same for you.

Blog 18. The Slave Auction

15th December 2004

First the family news.

Sorry it is two weeks since the last blog. I spent last Wednesday evening erecting bookshelves in the spare room ready for when it becomes Sarah's workroom. Sarah has definitely decided to move in with me next weekend and we've been busy packing a lot of her stuff into boxes and transferring them to the guestroom at my place. I will hire a van to move the larger stuff later. Of course, Mother still doesn't really approve, but she and Sarah talk to each other now on more or less equal terms without the frostiness of a few months ago. Mother actually seems a lot happier and she is making friends with others at the store. With Christmas almost upon us, she is having to work harder too especially as the store is having a pre-Christmas sale. We had her and dad over for a meal last Sunday and when I listened in to her thoughts, none were concerned with the bridge club so hopefully that episode of her life is in the past. Dad seemed happier too and at one point when I tuned in to his thoughts, he was planning giving mother a spanking at bedtime for being a bit sharp with Sarah over something that was quite trivial. Seemed to me he was just looking for an excuse to bare her bottom. At least he seems to be the one in control now.

Jean is disappointed in not being able to move into her new house in time for Christmas. Still problems with the heating system but we've invited her to stay over here for Christmas Day and Boxing Day. I know we'll still be in a muddle and Jean being Jean just laughs about it and has offered to help us sort things out. We didn't want her to be alone on those two days and no workmen will work on her house until after the New Year. She'll pay a firm of removers to move her stuff but Sarah and I have promised to help her sort things out when that happens.

Kathleen McCogan surprised us by spending a night with Prof. Rowlandson last weekend. I knew that their relationship had returned to near normal but I hadn't expected her to go back to having sex with him. However, from what I read of their thoughts, it seems that Kathy kept in full charge of the situation and enjoyed several good fucks. "He does do it well and makes me orgasm so powerfully that it seemed worth taking the risk," she told me when we had coffee together one morning.

My own work is going well and the ring is proving to be both a help and a distraction. It was a help when I listened in to a discussion between members of a neighbouring lab on their project and found some of their ideas and techniques could be incorporated into my own. It's not that each lab works on secret projects, it's more that we work in isolation from one another and only mix on semi-social occasions or if we meet in the cafeteria. The distraction comes when I listen in to the sexual thoughts and doings of the students and staff, particularly the female ones. I now know more of the gossip of who is sleeping with whom and the sex preferences and drug habits of the students than I should but sometimes a titillating story comes out. One such occurred on Monday lunchtime.

My experiment didn't end until well into the lunchtime period and the cafeteria was packed but fortunately a corner table cleared when I was close by with my tray. I sat down and for a few moments had the table to myself. Not for long though. A girl student paused by the empty seat and asked, "Is this seat free?" I guessed she was a first year student about nineteen years old and by the look of her, she was, or at least had been, high of one of the recreational drugs. Her eyes had that glazed, faraway look and her actions a little slower than normal. "Yes, it's all yours now," I replied. My smile was not returned. <<He's a bit old for a student, perhaps one of the professors. Why is the stupid bugger grinning at me? Wonder if he'll bid at the slave auction?">> "Slave auction?" I wonder what that was all about? I quietly turned the ring on to the inside of my hand so as to shield it from some of the background thoughts that came through. As soon as she sat down, the girl ferreted in her purse and put a mobile phone on the table and unfolded an A5 sheet of paper and silently read,

<< "For selected participants only

Christmas Private Slave Auction

to be held in the cellar room of St. James Hall

on Friday 17th December 2004 at 8 p.m. ">>

Rightly guessing that I ought to make notes I opened my briefcase and took out a pad and pen and put a textbook on the table alongside my plate. It was not at all unusual to see students working and eating at the same time so my actions only disturbed her thoughts for a few minutes and then she began to read again.

<< All funds in aid of Cancer Research

I ………………………… agree to allow myself to be sold into slavery from the time the auction is completed until 5 p.m. on Sunday 19th December.

I agree to be a full slave/no sex slave to whoever places the highest bid.

"I'll definitely cross out the no sex bit. What's the point in being a slave if you don't have to give your body to a man? I could do with a good fuck or two or three and all the buyers are supposed to be vetted."

In true slave tradition, participants will be paraded in front of the buyers. All slaves will wear a collar and have their wrists bound. Full slaves will wear a thong or other small type panty and a pair of light shoes only. No sex slaves should be more modestly attired.

Safeguards.

The purchaser must give his/her full name, address and contact phone number.

The purchaser must agree to do no permanent harm or sadistically chastise the slave.

The slave must take a mobile phone with her and arrange for a friend to call at irregular intervals to see if she/he is okay. The purchaser must allow these phone calls.

The purchaser of a 'no sex slave' must not attempt to have sex with her.

A full sex slave should have contraception and may request that condoms be used at all times.

Slaves should bring with them a small suitcase containing suitable attire and toiletries for the weekend.

We wish all participants an enjoyable weekend.

The girl, I found later her name was Jane, read the form several times and then sat back in her chair, nibbled at her roll and fantasised at what might happen to her. I'd already found out that women fantasise about sexual things at least as much as men do and a good many imagine themselves to be true slaves of wicked men who whip and rape them unmercifully. It is only fantasy and they would be severely traumatised if it happened in reality. Such, I am sure was the case with Jane and with her too, probably whatever drug she had taken, heightened the imagery of the fantasy. Had she been treated like in her imagination she would have ended up in hospital. Still nibbling sparrow-sized bites from her roll, she sat back in the chair and closed her eyes. The images I received as she looked in the mirror of the dressing room was of a woman with Jane's face but with considerably more bust and showing a nest of pubic hair peeping from the sides of her thong. Again I have put her thoughts and mind pictures into a readable narrative for your enjoyment. Remember these are thought images, not reality. They only happened in her mind.

<<"Okay ladies, time to get these collars on and tie your wrists together. You're all slaves now, you had your chance to leave earlier." A fat man in pseudo-Turkish eunuch style dress with a whip hanging from his belt, entered the dressing room followed by a younger lad carrying the collars and a bag of ropes. The first girl complained the collar was too tight but the eunuch man just said, "You'll get used to it." The girl next in line to Jane decided to quit and made for the door but it was locked and fat man held her while the boy tied her wrists and put her collar on extra tight. Tears ran down the girl's face and it was obvious she regretted her decision to participate.

"No point in resisting," Jane said to herself as fat man collared and bound her, "I volunteered for this and being helpless is all part of it. Fat man is no eunuch though, I can feel his prick touching my arse." The six full slaves, now linked by their collars, were led out of the room and into the spotlights on a stage. Jane tried to look into the audience but the lights blinded her and she was forced to look down at her full breasts and her nipples that had grown hard. The end girl on the line was unleashed from the rest and taken to the front of the stage and made to turn round and show her 'charms'. Then the auctioneer started the bidding and it got up to £190 before it ceased. "Not the richest crowd in here," Jane commented. The next one was sold for £210 and then it was Jane's turn. From the front of the stage she could see the audience a little better and noticed one of her professors but most of the others seemed to be students or mature students, which probably accounted for the low prices. "I hope bloody Professor Golding doesn't buy me. He's good looking enough but he's never nice to me and always marks my work down. I don't like him much and I don't think he likes me." She hadn't taken too much notice of the auctioneer's patter with the other girls but now she did.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, let me introduce you to Jane. A gorgeous woman as you can see. Just look at these tits," He hefted her breasts, "And those lovely legs with the delightful cavity between them. All yours for the weekend if you can afford her. Can I start the bidding at £150?" It steadily rose and to Jane's horror, it was the professor that kept raising the bids with great determination. Inevitably when bidding against students his bid won.

"This used to be the old rectory, slave" Richard Golding told Jane as his car pulled into the circular driveway. Jane was apprehensive as the place stood in darkness a little away from the other houses in the village and in the shadow of a nearby main road with constant traffic. "Plenty of room and even a cellar to treat you like a slave should be treated. I hope Cancer Research appreciate what you are going to go through to earn them a little money." Inside the house Golding removed the overcoat Jane had worn to cover herself for the journey and squeezed her tits quite hard. Jane whimpered with the pain although it was bearable. Golding hung up his outside clothes and led her into the lounge. "I bought you because you've been a pain in the my arse for the whole of this term. You've been insolent and lazy and I see it as a chance to get my own back and perhaps thrash some sense into you," he informed her. Shock registered on Jane's face. She knew she wasn't the best of students but didn't feel she was as bad as Golding made out and started to protest but he ignored it and went on. "So here's the scenario for the weekend, "This is an eighteenth century plantation and I am the master so you will always call me, Sir. That shouldn't be too difficult as you are used to calling your teachers sir. You are a newly purchased house slave and for this weekend you will do the housework and I will provide a simple slave dress for you. It will cover a little of your body but you will be completely naked underneath as befits a slave. In addition I will fuck you as often as I can and I will punish you for any failure to obey my orders. You may think the punishments harsh by modern standards but in the eighteenth century period they would have been relatively mild. Do you understand?"

Jane looked around wondering if there was any hope of escape. It seemed as if this was going to be far, far worse than she anticipated. Until Golding had bought her, she'd expected to have sex and more sex with perhaps a spanking thrown in but the scenario he outlined seemed much more brutal. "I asked if you understood!" Golding snapped. Seeing no way out and with her wrists still bound and near naked she wouldn't get far. "Yes…yes…Sir," she stuttered. "Good," Golding muttered, "Now we can get started. First I'm going to remove that scrap of material that covers you cunt. No doubt you expected that and then to ensure that you don't decide to run away, I'll put ankle cuffs on you with a length of chain between them." "Oh no!" Jane sounded upset at the thought of being restricted in how she could walk. "Oh yes," Golding grinned, "And expect extra punishment for answering back." Quickly he removed the thong and hobbled Jane and then undid her wrist ties and replaced them with plastic cuffs similar to those around her ankles but he didn't fasten them together. "Undress me slave," he ordered.>>

The images in Jane's mind showed a big man with the start of a paunch and with an overly large prick. It stood erect and hard and she looked with awe at its size and didn't believe it would ever go inside her.

<<"Pour me a whiskey and soda and then bring that leather paddle on the seat over there." Jane did so looking with great concern at the paddle. The perforated end flap was about five inches by three and the shaft some eighteen inches long. "God this thing is going to hurt! The bugger is going to get his own back on me. I should have been nicer to him in class," Jane muttered to herself. Golding gloated as he half heard the words and said with some satisfaction, "Now suck me off. Don't spit anything out and do it good and deeply, if not you will feel the paddle on your arse. I want to take the edge of my coming so when I fuck you, I can do it for longer." Sitting comfortable on the settee he spread his legs in readiness. Hardly had poor Jane wrapped her lips around the end of his oversize prick when Golding leaned forward over her head and, WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The paddle hit swiftly and smartly twice on each of her arse cheeks. Tears sprang to her eyes and Jane cried out in surprise and pain. "Put some effort into it slave. You're not doing your coursework now!" Jane did and was rewarded with a mouthful of spunk a minute or two later. He made her keep his softened prick in her mouth until he'd finished his whiskey.

"Put your shoes on slave and I'll take you on a tour of the facilities that I have arranged for you. I fully expected to be able to buy your services so I prepared things in advance." Golding put on a dressing gown and led her along a corridor. "See this doorway? It has four strong hooks, one at each corner of the frame. If you misbehave badly, or if I feel like it, you'll be strung up to them and thrashed front and back with the flogger. It won't permanently damage you but the whip marks will show for a week or two and be painful for just as long. And if you wish to continue at the university, don't think of complaining that I whipped you sadistically." A little further on through the doorway, stairs descended to the cellar. Jane hesitated fearing what was down there. WHAP! WHAP! The paddle urged her down. On a table, neatly laid out, were various whips, belts and canes. "I bought a selection of instruments to punish you with but I don't expect to use them all this weekend. Maybe another time, perhaps when you offer me your body to get yourself a passing grade."

The sight almost made Jane sick and the thought of coming back appalled her. Her body shook with fear but she said nothing and just prayed the weekend would end quickly or that the phone would save her. "This bench is a punishment bench. I can fasten you on it either way up and whip you without you moving out of the way and down here, any screams will not be heard. Not that they are likely to be heard from upstairs either, what with our being away from the rest of the village and the noise of the main road traffic."

Golding picked up a suede flogger and showed it to Jane who immediately flinched and pleaded with him not to use it on her. "I didn't volunteer to be whipped with a thing like that," she whimpered, "I only thought I'd get fucked and perhaps spanked a bit." "Then you thought wrong girl. I am looking forward to using this. It is supposed to hurt the tender parts of your anatomy without damaging them. It will be nice to see your tits criss-crossed with stripes from this." He flicked the flogger in front of her without landing it. "But it's getting late now, so bedtime. Time enough to play with these in the morning but I will take this with me just in case you are reluctant to obey me in the night. You can get me hard enough now so we'll have a good fuck before sleep."

While they performed in the bathroom. Jane eyed his prick again. It wasn't yet fully hard but it was so much bigger than any she'd had before that she feared his entry into her would be painful. She knew he wouldn't spare her or take it easy and wondered if she dare ask for some lubrication or even if a condom would help. Golding had no such thoughts. The more painful it was for this student the better. "Don't even think of asking for a condom, slave. I'm fucking you bareback and if you're not on the pill that is your misfortune. I want to feel my sperm flood your inside, not a rubber teat. Now on the bed with you, legs up by your ears. Any nonsense and your cunt will get the first feel of the flogger. Jane tried to hold back her tears in case they upset the man further and did as he requested. Feeling the head of his prick at her entrance she tried to relax her vaginal muscles but impatiently Golding forced his way painfully in. Fortunately both of their juices had started to flow so he was able to fuck her without too much trouble. If the tightness of her vagina hurt him at all, he showed no sign of it. The reverse was not true. For Jane the fuck proved very painful at least until the first load of spunk lubricated the channel, then it became bearable but that lasted only a short time. "That was a barely passable fuck slave. You'd better work harder on it in the morning," Golding's commented before chaining Jane's ankles to the bottom rail of the iron bedstead and going to sleep.

Jane's next recollection was of her ankle chains being removed. "Get on your hands and knees slave," Golding ordered, "I want to fuck you doggie style." It was still painful but much easier than the previous evening but again Golding didn't worry about her satisfaction. He just fucked for his own enjoyment and spurted his load when he was ready. "Now piss if you have to then get into the kitchen and cook me two eggs, bacon, two sausages and toast. You can have cereals. Be quick about it." Jane fumed about the professor while she tried to cook his meal. She rarely had breakfast so cooking one was not amongst her better accomplishments. She'd only a microwave over in her room. The half-burnt, half-raw breakfast she brought to his bedroom she knew would not please him.

"I'm sorry Sir," she started, "I'm not a very good cook."

"Thank much is obvious slave," Golding said coldly, "Put this mess in the bin." He followed her to the kitchen and as soon as she put the plate down, he grabbed her wrists and fastened the cuffs together. "Seems like you are asking to make the acquaintance of the flogger." Ignoring her pleading and crying, he dragged Jane to the doorway where she struggled with all the strength she could muster but hampered by the cuffed wrists and her hobble she was unable to prevent Golding from fastening her spread-eagled to the four hooks. "Very well bitch slave, this is one reason I paid so much for you. He swung the flogger so it lashed across the tops of her thighs. Jane screamed at the top of her voice, saying she wished to be released from her slavery. He was going far beyond what was allowed but Golding continued to whip the front of her body and gradually worked his way up until he reached her breasts. The pain was almost overwhelming but she remained conscious. "Now to tenderise those tits you've been flaunting," grinned Golding as he swung the flogger back and forth across them. Finally Jane's head slumped…>>

"Do-la-le do-do." The musical notes of Jane's mobile phone on the table interrupted her musing and she looked up at me and then answered it. Shortly after she left the table so I never found out what she might have imagined happened for the rest of the weekend. Fortunately it was all in her imagination and none of it was reality. I did check the listing for Professor Golding on the staff records database and the photo showed him to be much as Jane pictured but of course it didn't show his prick and I wouldn't mind betting that she had never seen it. However, I did find out that he was married with two children and they lived in a semidetached house in the suburbs of Dunchester. Not a bachelor living in a quiet rectory with a cellar.