Happiness in Slavery

Happiness in Slavery

Being Owned is Bliss

Chapter 1 by daisyphoenix daisyphoenix

It was one year ago when my best friend and I were out shopping for clothes. I went into the changing room to try on a cute dress that I found. She came in with me to help me put it on. As she was helping me her hand lingered on my breast. I could feel her breath on the back of my neck. Before I knew it she was kissing me. She was drop dead gorgeous, so of course I was attracted to her. It wasn't long until she was out of her clothes and we were kissing passionately. We fingered each other to climax. It wasn't my first time with another woman, but it was my first time with her.

Not one week later I got an email from a coworker. All it said was "is this you?" I clicked on the link that was in the message. It was a video. A video of me and my friend having sex in a changing room. I could not believe my eyes. Some one recorded us and posted it online. The next day I was fired from my job.

The day after that my husband filed for divorce. The divorce was brutal. I lost everything to him other than my own personal savings account. That one moment of sexual pleasure ruined my entire life. I managed to find a cheap apartment to live. I figured that I could live off of my savings for the next year if I was careful with my expenses.

Yet, with the popularity of the video, no one would hire me. A year went by and my savings were down to the final dollars. I didn't know what to do until I saw the ad in the paper. In the personals column someone was looking for a sex that would live with them 24/7 as long as they would do anything that they asked. Nervously, I dialed the number that was given.

"Dark residence," came a female voice on the other end.

"Ahem, I'm inquiring about an ad I saw in the paper."

"You are applying to be a sex ?"

"Yes," I replied a little taken with her bluntness.

"If you're interested, show up to the address tomorrow, and be prepared to strip naked if asked to."

"Is this a permanent position?"

"Yes this would be permanent. Forever, in exchange for room and board. The agreement would be legally binding. Show up at 11:00 AM sharp if you want to be considered."

"I'll be there."

"May I have your name?"

"Joya Lean"

I put on the best clothes that I have and take the bus out to the address that was provided. The bus gets there at 10:30 AM. I kill the time by begging people for some change to get a bottle of water. As the time drew near, I still don't have enough. I quickly give up and walked to the door. I take a deep breath and press the doorbell.

Who is the owner of the house?

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