Amity and her friends shop at the Swedish auction — their first post-pandemic get-together. Amity discovers a slave she’s hunted for years is on sale.
The Swedish Slave Auction
by Amity Harris
After a year or more of pandemic isolation, Amity and her Femdom friends visit Sweden for a Femdom slave auction. She brought five from her stable to sell and was in the market for special new males for her herd.
When Amity saw a particular male for sale, she knew she’d buy him, whatever the price, and pay him back — for the rest of his life — for what he did to a friend.
Join Amity as she inspects more than 100 slaves for sale and what she looks for when she buys at auction.
Preface
A SLAVE AUCTION in Sweden! When the invitation arrived for the slave sale outside Stockholm, it was exactly what I wanted to do and it happily fit into my schedule. After more than a year of pandemic isolation, I was starting to travel again and Sweden’s longer days this time of year made it an attractive destination. A global slave auction would bring buyers and sellers from all over the world, many of whom were my friends. I was looking forward to seeing them in person instead of in encrypted video calls and disappearing chats. Real life is much better.
I had Rika, my personal female, RSVP and get the details to arrange my travel. I usually take one exclusive female on trips, so I had her reserve six seats in the back of the plane in addition to my first-class ticket, but I didn’t tell her who the additional seats were for. The auction was the perfect opportunity to thin my stable and get rid of the excess. After I looked over the stable roster, I selected five that would get a decent enough price to cover the cost of their airfare and then some.
It was time to buy replacements for the ones I was selling who came with better skills that my businesses needed. Rika sent the online inventory to my tablet so I could see what was for sale. I checked to find out if anything interesting was on the block. The Swedes, Annika and Valda, posted new merchandise on the auction website every day. That’s my first step when I go to slave auctions. I match my needs — and wants — with what’s for sale to see if anything fits.
The auction weekend was chock full of events. I had my girls pack two outfits for each because you never know what might come up and the temperature was sure to be lower than here. Neither Rika nor the boys I was selling needed luggage; after all, they’d be naked all weekend and their travel clothes would be locked up when we arrived. They’d carry only their IDs and passports, all of which were locked in my safe. When owners sell slaves, we give them their critical documents and nothing else. That’s why some of us take the risk on first-time slaves, ones that enter themselves into our stables. We get the boy, of course, but we also control their properties, belongings and financials. First-timers are a gamble and we need a few guarantees before taking them on and spending time, effort and money training them.
When the day arrived, I had my limo driver take us to the airport, the boys in the way back and Rika next to the driver. The back seat is always mine. Rika hauled all my bags and checked them in. Flashing my TSA passes, we skirted the long line and arrived at the gate. While waiting for the flight to be called, the six of them sat on plastic seats in the general waiting area. I enjoyed a pre-flight vodka and tonic in the private lounge.
They called the plane for departure and I was more than ready to board. Sweden would never know what hit her!
