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You didn't end up here by accident, sweetheart - that little advert you stumbled across, sissy. "Virgin submissive wanted for dress-up fun and gentle training" - your response full of nervous energy and desperate politeness, pretending you were ‘just curious'. Please. You were literally begging to be packaged up and sold. I had so many replies, too - Hundreds of pathetic bitches answered that post, but you... you were perfect! Untouched, untrained, unbelievably eager and so easily manipulated by a hot brat like me. I picked you because you were the weakest link - the perfect blank canvas for my little money-making scheme. I played it gentle at first: a smile, a few sweet words, a little praise to make you trust me. Then I dressed you. You kept blushing every time I fixed your stockings or adjusted your hair, like you couldn't believe someone was finally paying attention to you. And the whole time you had no clue what ''attention'' you'd actually found for yourself! You're so fucking clueless, bitch. You have no idea what's coming, do you? You just let me dress you up, paint your face, and pose you like a doll... and now you're trapped!

Here's the part you're going to hate the most: it was never about me ''having fun'' with you. This was never about "training" — this was about trading I planned this from the moment you answered. While you were busy trying to be a good little doll, I was establishing your price tag. Every photo I took of you blushing in skirts? Every video of you curtseying like a good girl? That wasn't for my memories, slut - that was building my marketing campaign.. The angles, the lighting, the shy little look on your face... all perfect pervert-bait! A ''first timer'' always sells better when she looks innocent! And you served me innocence on a plate, sissy! I uploaded your sissy virgin ass to a dark-web auction site the second I had enough material to ensure you couldn't run away even if you tried! "Fresh unused holes - tight, feminized, ready to break." The bids have been pouring in all weekend while you pranced around here thinking you were special.. You spent the weekend trying to impress me with your good-girl curtseys and lisping ''Yess Miss's'', and all the while your ''value'' was going up with every bid submission. Now the countdown's almost done - the auction is closing. No escape, bitch. I have enough blackmail to ruin your life ten times over, so you'll do exactly as I say. You're property now - my property to sell.

So here we are, pretty thing. Auction closed. Payment cleared. And you're going to do exactly what you promised. A whole group of cheap, nasty perverts pooled their money to win your virginity. Not one rich prince, not some fantasy saviour - a bunch of budget perverts who decided you'd be more fun as a shared purchase. They didn't even bid high - just enough to afford a few hours with a disposable sissy fuck-toy. They've booked the nastiest, most disgusting budget hotel room and wrote out a schedule like they're splitting a pizza bill. It's revolting. It's hilarious. It's exactly what you deserve for thinking you were special! You'll be delivered to them like an item, like a product, like some bargain little ''first time experience'' they'll all get to brag about afterwards. Uh-huh - you're getting delivered to them tonight - Dressed exactly like you are now, makeup perfect, holes prepped and ready to be ruined.. I'm going to have you looking perfect and then they're going to share you, pass you around like a party favour in that revolting room, and you're going to take every degrading thing they do to you because I sold your anal cherry to the highest bidder. Ready for your fist time, little miss virginity?