“Item no. 43 says he will serve a Lady when he’s in the mood for it. Now, we can’t have that, Ladies. So who’s in the mood to flog him silly. Do I hear 100 lashes? 100 lashes bid, 125 – 150 – now 175, now 175, will you give Me 175? You Madame? No? Going once, going twice, sold for 150 lashes.” There’s a baldheaded slave sitting in front of Her and She knocks the gavel on his head. “Item no. 44 is a disturbing lot. A male pig, because he’s telling porkies all the time. Moreover he’s lazy, sloppy and has a tendency of being late. This item needs a firm hand and a merciless attitude. Do I hear 200 strokes with the cane? 200 strokes bid, 250, 300, now 350, 400, 450, now 500, now 500, will you give Me 500? Thank you, 500 bid, 550 on My left, now 600, 600 on the front row here, now 650, now 650, will you give Me 650? Anyone? 650? Going, going, gone for 600 strokes.” The gavel hammers down on the slave’s head and echo’s of emptiness resonate through the room. You see, that’s how simple Femdom should be.