My wife insisted it was for a good cause. That's why I agreed to let her feminize me for the annual Stepford Charity Auction. I was a little embarrassed by the pre-auction inspection. It was explained to me that the bidders were going to pay top dollar, and expected each "slave" to be clean. "Slave?!" I asked my wife. "I'm going to be someone's slave?!" "Just for a week," she replied off-handedly, as if that would make me feel better about it.
NOTE: This post was inspired by a story, "Slave Auction," I read on a blog called Sharon's Musings, run by a wonderful woman named Sharon Lawson. I highly recommend her erotica. There is another story on her blog called, "Don't Read This...," which Sharon cautions you not to read. I encourage you to read it.