Enslavement might not be the right word for this. I am completely willing. But I am lying here on the floor, naked, with a collar on my neck and chained to the bed while my Master sleeps in his warm, soft bed with his dog by his side.
It started with an online profile. I was just out of college and starting a new life. I had a job at an apartment complex in the front office. My degree was in business management. I know that is kind of generic, but I always saw myself as a house wife and not the working type.
My profile was not in any way suggestive. I posted some hobbies and likes and what I was looking for. I got a lot of responses. Most of them were one word or sentence fragments. But one guy wrote about his ideal first date.
He was older, but he said he wanted to take me to a high end restaurant and have wine and conversation on the patio. Then go for a walk at the local park and see where the night takes us.