Your new life with Sarah takes form.

In the months that follow your life changes in a myriad of ways as Sarah asserts more and more control over your life. In time obeying her becomes as natural as breathing to you, a thing you gradually learn never to question.

As Sarah takes control of your life she takes control of your economy and soon all of your belongings are sold off, the profits funneled into her bank account. Utterly destitute you have no other recourse but to keep serving her as always seems to find new wicked ways to push you around. Somehow you take it all in a stride, even enjoying most of it. In time you even take pride in the tattoo on your lower stomach marking you as her bitch.

Sarah for that matter remains a cruel and fickle Mistress even as she is fiercely protective of you to anyone that tries to push you around that isn't her. After she has kicked a few people's ass you find yourself feeling utterly safe in her presence, safe in your status as her bitch. An epitaph she in fact refers to you as even in public.

It isn't long before you move in with her, not that you had any stuff to bring with you, and sometimes you sleep on the floor, sometimes nestled between her legs and sometimes in a cage. All depending on her mood. She makes you continue your studies at university however, ensuring that you'll be able to keep a job and support her lifestyle in the future, a burden you shoulder in a stride.

One night, as she is pounding your ass with a strap-on as the both of you watch an intense porno in the living room you wonder how things will go when she meets your family.. As Sarah scratches your back painfully, demeaning you with filthy names you find yourself not caring. As you spurt your load under her vicious **** you find yourself content. When Sarah's dripping wet pussy descends on your face moments later your world is fulfilled yet you wonder how things could've been different if you chose a different path.. If you had just walked away that fateful day at the mall..