Only the Best for Sale

With her gift to Mike, Amity earned the right to host any event on his mountain. It had never seen one like this.

Only the Best for Sale

Journey to the Mistress’s Academy – a 3-part series

Only the Best for Sale – Prologue

LOAD AFTER LOAD, boys were unpacked from trucks in the parking lot at the base of Mike’s mountain. They were loaners, sent to work on the build. When they were done, they’d be shipped back to their owners. For the weeks they were on his mountain, Mike owned them.

One loaner was different. The boy Mike borrowed to see to all the preparations for the three-day Solstice party was, in Mike’s opinion, perfect. He handled every job and detail without a single complaint from his 30 brothers or from the two dozen hard-to-please women Mike invited. From pampering them with towel warmers and jetted tubs in their cottages to making sure every meal met their picky tastes, that boy made it all happen. And he looked pretty appetizing, too.

It figures, Mike thought. He was one of Amity’s exclusives.

Mike tried to buy him and was met with a resounding no. “You can’t afford him,” she said. What she really meant was, “Not on your life.” At the time, Mike chuckled. But after auditioning a dozen boys, he was no closer to finding one that approached that boy’s skills.

Or what he looked like.

That was typical of her exclusives, Mike thought. Shoulders that can’t fit in regular shirts, their hairless chests and arms so muscular they could lift just about anything. And those legs! Mike’s brothers, almost 30 of them, would drool over a boy that looked like him. Heck, they’d do more than drool. One like him wouldn’t get much sleep when he got passed around their cabins at night.

No, he couldn’t have that one. He had to find his own. That’s why he made that offer at the Solstice closing banquet. Now that his sister was recovering from 10 years in a psychiatric hospital from a kind of catatonia, Mike was ready to invest the profits from the Summer Camp he agreed to let the women build on one side of his mountain. He’d been banking that money so his sister had a nest egg if anything happened to him, but his financial advisor encouraged him to do something with some of it. Something he’d enjoy. Karly was set for the rest of her life. Mike, he said, should enjoy his own.

Except for his big sister Karly, there was nothing Mike loved more than his mountain and his brothers, so he decided to invest in them. After Solstice, his mountain had new buildings, reliable electricity, plenty of bandwidth, recycled lake water and solar panels on every roof with some kind of batteries Amity’s planner boy — she called him Gage — installed. The men’s cabins were fine. The women’s cottages were downright elegant. The Summer Camp facilities were used only two or three seasons a year so Mike had those at his disposal, too.

He had the money, the land, the buildings and most of all, dozens and dozens of friends who were eager to return and have fun like they did at Solstice. What Mike needed fit two big categories.

He wasn’t sure what kind of event he wanted to host. It had to be something that would entice his brothers to bike there from all over the country. So special that they couldn’t get one like it closer to their homes. An event that would draw the women’s interest enough that they’d travel to his mountain. It had to be more than special. It had to be one-of-a-kind.

Mike’s second issue had to be solved first. He needed a boy to handle what Amity’s boy called deployment. A boy who could make sure every detail was taken care of, every building, cabin and cottage was fully stocked and most of all, put it together so everyone would leave with a smile.

The morning after Mike rejected the last boy he tried out for the job, he sat as his desk alone in his office with his head in his hands. Not one boy his friends sent to audition came even close to what Amity’s boy did almost naturally. The offer Mike made at Solstice was if he chose your boy, you’d get to use his mountain and all its facilities free of charge. Almost a dozen of his brothers and at least ten Dommes sent possibilities.

Mike’s dilemma was clear.

He had to keep his promise; after all, he was Big Mike and Big Mike keeps his word. It left him only one choice. It was the last thing he wanted to do but he was out of options.

Mike tapped the icon Amity’s boy installed on his laptop. When he saw the big “A” fill his screen, a voice said, “Yes?”

Mike took a deep breath and said, “I need to talk to her.”

The voice said, “Hold on.”

That’s exactly what Mike did. For ten minutes. Of silence.

Only the Best Femdom Auction – Amity’s Note

MIKE’S CALL CAME at an inconvenient time. Jenna knew better than to interrupt me when I had Tyler in my office with My Cop on video through a VPN he called “highly secure.” Even though I adore Big Mike, my head of onsite security and My Cop came first. Mike was lucky I was almost done with them.

Ever since Mike begged to feel my whip, first at Summer Camp and again at Solstice, our relationship has grown. And changed. It didn’t get better — it transformed. We’re more than best friends now. I own a small piece of him that he gave me and in return, I treasure the trust he has in me. He knows I’ll keep that piece of him safe. Whatever it takes.

Besides, ten minutes wasn’t so long for any man to be on hold. After connecting, the program Gage installed gave me the option of turning on his camera. When I saw him holding his head in his hands, I finished with Tyler and My Cop at FedEx speed.

Tyler thought I summoned him to discuss new responsibilities I was giving him, but My Cop knew my real motive. Quinn was going to begin two weeks learning how to work with herds at the Training Farm and he’d return to take over as stable manager. The new house manager Control built for me at Reckoning was completing two weeks of Intake learning my rules and expectations. That meant Tyler had to oversee two new boys, one who had key responsibilities in my world and one that posed another set of challenges for Tyler. It was a bigender that switched from boy to girl on cue.

Tyler just finished an exhausting week of one-on-one training with My Cop. Sleep doesn’t matter when there’s risk to avoid, My Cop says. In fact, he preferred Tyler being nearly exhausted. That’s when your gut takes over, he said, adding that Tyler’s drills when he was a Ranger taught him how to do his job even when he was worn out. He usually chooses former Rangers for his team when he does his remote work, the job he never talks about. He said if he told me details, he’d have to shoot me and he prefers things the way they are.

Tyler assumed I was going to dismiss him for a few hours to his attic cell to get some rest. When men assume what I’m going to do, they’re usually wrong. Tyler was wrong this time, too.

His night belonged to me.

I sent him to Emma for a medical checkup to see to the scrapes, cuts and a bruises he sustained during his week with My Cop. I told her to keep him there for an hour before sending him to his cell. By then, the sun would have begun to set over the tree line at the edge of the big field. It was a perfect time for him to run him across the grounds where he was scheduled to receive my permanent mark, the brand he’d wear forever on the bottom of his scrotum.

He’d earned it. I had four exclusives, each with a beautiful “A” that I can trace with my finger through the small opening in their gold chastity cages. Tyler wasn’t ever going to be an exclusive, but he was special. He’d proved himself time after time keeping me safe. Even My Cop agreed. He deserved a perpetual reminder of who owned him.

That night, Tyler would meet my branding iron.

The last thing My Cop said before we ended the call was, “I’ll be there as soon as I can. The only place I want to be is next to you in the morning.”

He’s the only man who will ever wake up next to me. That’s where he belongs.

I stared at the dark screen for a few minutes, then remembered Mike was on hold.

I unmuted my mic, saw his face and said, “Mike, what’s wrong?”