When I first met Danna I never really had a chance. I was a young first year engineering student enjoying finally being free of the moral authority of a small town in Northern Ontario. She was my Calculus TA, daughter of a Toronto Dominitrix and heir to a small fortune from her dad (mom’s client), just giving lesbianism for a try before settling down. Perhaps because of her upbringing there was this sexual predator aura around her. I’ll tell you this, there wasn’t a single guy in the class who missed her tutorials.
I guess because I was the only girl in the class she took a notice of me, and placed me under her spell. I always knew I liked girls, but where I came from that unspeakable. I am not sure if I was lucky or cursed that as soon as I found a place where I could be free, I immediately found someone who could oppress me.
It didn’t take long before we were a couple, and she showed me things I never imagined. One night when she tied me down and spanked me, bruising me until I could barely walk. I had heard of BDSM before, the work of Satan my minister would say, but I never imagined how much I could enjoy being on the receiving end of it. I swore to be hers forever while she just smiled. But as the year progressed and our sessions became more exotic it became obvious I was just a toy to her, she already knew the man she was going to marry that summer. Distraught I failed out of school and was about to return home when she approached me with a proposal…
‘Did you mean it when you said that you were mine’ she said to me in my dorm as I packed things up.
‘Yes, all I want to do is be yours’ I exclaimed.
‘I would like you give yourself over to me as a slave… be my property with no rights… used as I see fit’ she continued ‘because if you are, and can be serious I will take you home to be mine.’
‘OH YES’ I yelled, part of me rebelled a little, but she had been grooming me all year and this was really all I could have wanted at that point. Certainly better than going home to God knows what.
She pulled out a piece of paper… it was a contract… clearly she had been planning this for a while’
SLAVE OWNERSHIP DEED
I Susan Richards declare that I am wholly owned property of the owner of this deed. This owner of this deed has complete and irrevocable control over me to do with as they see fit. Any violation, real or imagined, may result in any punishment up to and including torture, bodily harm or death. The rights included in this deed are transferable.
Signed
Susan Brown ———- Date —————-
‘Will you sign yourself over to me’ she said with a smile that melted me on the inside.
I looked it over and read it. This was what I wanted more than anything, But the wording was more extreme than I had imagined. I almost didn’t sign it, but then the phone rang, it was my parents. They were so excited I was coming home, they actually sounded happy I had failed, now I could be back with them and away from the immorals of the big city. Joshua, the preacher’s son, was asking about me they happily told me.
I paused… then I said… ‘Mom, Dad, first fuck God… also I am a lesbian… I love fucking girls… I spent all year fucking a girl and I will never stop fu…’ I tried to continue but they literally disowned me on the spot. Before I told them to leave me alone forever they cursed me and declared that I was dead to them and never to contact them again…. we both hung up at the same time.
Within moments I signed the paper…. It had never even occurred to me that something like this was not a valid legal document, I figured I was now property.
Danna then asked me to take everything and we loaded it all into her car. My stuff was placed in the front seats and back seats. She took my wallet and pulled out my drivers license and health cards and placed them in her purse. I rode in the trunk. after we stopped and I was let out I was shocked to realize that we were at the dump instead of her house. She had me throw everything into the garbage. Then she had me strip and throw all my clothing that I was wearing into the garbage pile as well. The only thing not thrown away was the little jewellery I had (a gold cross and a pair of diamond earnings given to me by my gram). Those things she took, and put on herself. Then gave me a kiss and ordered me back into the trunk. There were two other guys there unloading stuff… you could tell that they will never forget what they saw. As for me, I now had exactly nothing left to call my own, not even myself.
Once back at her house (god she had a lot of money!) she offered me one last chance, she said the last chance ever to go back on the deal. I kissed her and called her domina. Then my world changed with a knee to my stomach.
‘Never touch me without approval’ she declared, ‘the punishment next time, like all future punishments will be far more extreme.’ She then took me to the bedroom. This is where you will sleep… I was happily surprised until she mentioned, ‘not on the bed but under it. I need you always available and near me. You are my body slave now until I decide what to do with you. Do a good job and I won’t sell you for snuffing. My wedding is in three weeks and I expect you to be of service until then.’
She then grabbed my vagina area running her finger over the clitoris first, then down lower to my hymen … ‘good … still intact, I was worried you would have broken it by now. I can’t give my new husband my virginity, but I will be giving him yours.’, I gasped. She continued ‘In fact, you should know, you are to be my wedding present to my husband. I refuse to let him cheat on me but, as you know from the bible, having sex with a slave does not count as cheating.’
If this had happened at the beginning of the year I would have run away screaming, but after a year being mentally groomed by her, combined with the contract and the throwing out of my things, I was incapable of coming up with a response. So be it.
She then had me sit down and write up a terrible letter, a suicide note. In my own words I exclaimed how I was tortured to be estranged from my family and was going to take my life. She put it in her purse suggesting that it was important in case something happened and I was either accidentally or intentionally snuffed. I dwelt on the implications of that for a bit.
For the next three weeks the wedding sort of took over. It was unlike any wedding I had ever been to before. I guess with mom being a dominatrix and all she had some interesting ideas and the celebration was rather exotic to say the least. In fact, she wore a black leather dress like thing, and most of the wedding party was in similarly kinky clothing. Surprisingly both I and the best man wore white. Imagine an ankle length tight leather white dress with locks on the zipper that pretty much restricted my movement and you get the right idea.
After the wedding I and the best man moved their things into their new house while they went off to a honeymoon. I was a little worried about being alone (although I was still wearing my white brides-made dress that I couldn’t get off without a key) with a man in the house, but he was about as gay as anyone I have ever met, and besides, he was was wearing a massive chastity belt. I learned that he was also a slave of the groom just like I was a slave of the bride. We both had a lot of chores to do on the new house. Painting it and moving their stuff.
After a week my domina and her new husband (my soon to be new owner) returned. According to their instructions we had a feast waiting for them, and had pretty successfully made the house as they intended. Nevertheless when they arrived the toured the house with us, giving us very sharp electric shocks for everything that was wrong. I kept on thinking back to that note in her purse hoping that she wouldn’t kill me now. Instead, clearly tired they didn’t eat the food we spent all day making and went to bed.
The next day they summoned us. I knew what was about to happen, I was to be given to my domina’s new husband. The thought of a man having sex with me was disgusting but my mental state was not able to summon a resistance. If I knew what was really going to happen then maybe…
We were both made to strip naked, I was happy to finally get out of the dress, god I must have smelled. My domina then pulled out the deed (with my suicide note stapled to it I noticed) and wrote something down on it and gave it to my master. I had been given away as a present by the woman I loved with about as much consideration as a piece of furniture. He fingered me roughly in my vagina area, smilled when he found an intact hymen, and then pulled out a bizarre metal contraption. I quickly learned is was a chastity belt complete with neck collar, metal bra, wrist cuffs, obviously the belt part, thingh locks and chain, ankle locks and hobble chain and what I assumed was a locking chain to keep a pair of high heels on me. However, since I was barefooted at the moment they just forced my foot to stand on my tippie toes or have my naked heel and arches hurt from standing on the chain. Most uncomfortable was a catheter that was stuck up my urethra. I involuntarily filled a bowl with my piss. I almost had more mobility in the dress!
I had suspected the next event, though my fellow slave had not until he saw what had happened to me, as he was presented to my former domina as a sex slave. He was then similarly locked up tight, filling his own bowl with piss. You could tell the shock on his face to realize that he was now the property of a woman.
But the worst thing came next…. He and I were then married. Legally. We both were made to sign the papers, my master was had the requirements to conduct the ceremony and he and I became husband and wife. We both then drank up each others piss to symbolize the deal. Then we were made to consummate the marriage. Not in the usual way but in a way even worse. A large strapon was mounted on the front of his belt and then he fucked my ass over and over again, until he sort of ‘popped my cherry’ with blood spilling out of my ass. I had never felt pain like that before. My master and former domina then did the same to him. Both of us were left there bleeding, but not before a 5 foot chain was attached to each of our collars, were were bound together as we would be for most of the rest of our life.
The weird thing is I was happy.
After about ten years together it was clear our time was coming to an end. My former domina had a new job and so she and my master were moving away. The twins were nearly two and no longer suckled my breasts (I was a surrogate mother so that my former domina’s body would not have to suffer pregnancy). It had taken a year after marriage before my master had used his right to take my virginity from me (popped my real cherry so to speak), he then fucked me frequently, but after giving birth vaginally to twins, I was far too lose for fucking. He actually once tried to get my husband to fuck me, but my husband’s member was so shrivelled from years in the belt, plus he really was super gay, there was not much to happen there. From the brief time I saw his cock at our marriage ceremony, I knew it was an impressive member. You could see in his eyes how he felt naw that that it was useless.
We both knew what was coming. Over the year every month or so they made us renew our suicide notes so when we were told that tonight we were going to be hanged at that cottage we were not surprised. We were given really a couple of hours notice. They told me too write up my notes about my life (what you are reading here) and I had a quick, painfull phone call with my parents where they called me a harlot and prayed for my salvation in the next life (if they only knew). My husband had a similarly horrible family and between the notes, and the phone conversations, there would be really no question what had happened if someone found our bodies in the cabin in the spring. Between the flies that they released into the cabin, and the few rats that had moved in over the summer (perhaps they were planning this longer than I thought) we knew that what would be found in the spring would be just a chewed up rotten mess hiding the evidence of years of torture. We tied our own knots and everything to make it look real. I am actually sitting on the stool where my husband will stand as I write this. Wow… it feels so weird and wrong to not be wearing any of my usual bondage gear, actual clothing right now.
In a minute I will get off this stool, he sill stand on it … and then I will be a widow. As for me, another stool, but my master wants to be fucking my ass as I die. He wants to feel the life leave my body.
I just want to say, my life was incredible… and I hope that I spend the afterlife serving my domina and my master…
Signed
Susan
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