[Fiction] My New Life (Master/Slave Story)

[wrongandIdontcare]

Hey guys! So I've always wanted to write one of these so here we go. This is a master/sex slave story, so if that offends you, leave. The first chapter/introduction will be short but after that I will write longer chapters. This is just to get the story going. I always appreciate your thoughts, and if you have any ideas for where the story could go, I may add them to the story if it's possible. I may change around the P.O.V., but if I do I will always let you know by adding a line and below it writing "_____'s P.O.V." before continuing.

Link To Character Descriptions (I will update these as needed)

Here we go

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Nessa's P.O.V.

I woke up. It was a beautiful day, and supposed to stay that way. I decided today might be a good day to try and get some exercise at the park. Before I did, I showered and put on a pair of short, pink jean shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top. I ate a bowl of Special K cereal then checked my phone. No new messages. I put it in my bag (along with food, water, running shoes, etc) and headed to the park. I sat down on the bench to put my shoes on and all of a sudden, a small, damp towel went over my mouth. I tried to scream, but was asleep before I could.



I woke up on the floor of an unlit living room. I tried to sit up, but was unable despite not being tied. In the corner of my eye I saw a couch, and I got the sneaking suspicion there was someone here. I was proven right when suddenly a man's face appeared over mine. He was so close I could almost smell his breath. He face was fairly handsome, and he looked only a couple of years older than me.

"Hello. I bet you're wondering how you got here." he says. I nod. "I have no intentions of harming you, but hear me out. I have a proposition. I will give you an hour to make your decision. You can stay, and be my slave. I will be a kind but strict master, and I can assure you it will be a pleasure filled torture." he said, then winked and paused. "On the other hand," he continued, "if you decide you would rather not stay, the door is unlocked. I will not try to stop you.". He left the room, and I was left to my own thoughts. I think for about half an hour, unable to choose. On the one hand, I do not know this man. On the other, being a slave and being out of control has always been something I've wanted to try. I've known it was at least a turn on to me, and not knowing what he would do aroused me. What are you thinking? I asked myself. He's a stranger, and he's basically asking you to be a sex slave. I manage to get up, and I get to the door. My hand pauses at the handle, faltering. Next thing I know, I'm sitting on his couch, intent to stay.