Story: Sarah's Slavery

SARAH'S SLAVERY
By Tcheser

Sarah had once been a bright, attractive MBA well on her way to prominence in the world of high finance. She was your typical WASP upper-class snob. She lived a glamorous life-style and had it all: huge house, fancy Mercedes, big swimming pool and expensive designer clothes. Sarah was 30 years old but didn’t look a day over 20. She had light brown hair with blonde highlights and a body that just wouldn’t stop. Her perfect tanned skin, shapely ass and huge chest, a 36D cup to be exact, drove men wild. Her life had seemed perfect.

That was all in the past now though. For Sarah had been forced to give up her wonderful life and everything she had worked for and become a slave in exchange for her freedom and that of her younger sister. A tasteless slob of a man named Phillip held evidence of her sister’s illegal doings and of Sarah’s illegal attempts to cover them up. The evidence he possessed would put them both away for years and years. Phillip, or Master as she called him now, held all the cards and she had no choice but to do exactly as he commanded. She had to quit her wonderful job, sell her home and everything else she owned and give the proceeds to Phillip. She basically had to cut all ties with her old life and accept whatever fate Phillip had in store for her. In return for her sacrifice he said her sister would get off lightly.

Much of what Phillip told her proved to be a lie. He was a monster of a man. He wasn’t satisfied with her appearance when she first arrived to serve him. Not the look he wanted in a slave her exclaimed. So he acquired the services of an unlicensed doctor to perform numerous procedures both invasive and noninvasive on her in order to make her more suited to his needs. He had particular needs and desires that Sarah unfortunately had not come equipped to meet.


So as much as she hated it more sacrifices were made. She missed her wonderful ass. It had been reshaped through liposuction and surgery until it was small and flat like a choir boys. Likewise her delicious D cups were removed. Her chest was made smooth and childish. Only bumps remained where her proud womanly bosoms had been. Special drugs and hormones made sure she had a high voice, elastic skin, little to no body hair and dropped weight like only a teenager could. She received them each day in the form of suppositories. Phillip seemed to enjoy administering her pills himself and rarely had the full time nurse/governess perform this chore.

Sarah was also taken to a little salon she had never heard of or seen. There the gorgeous blonde hair she spent hours on every week was dyed back to its original light brown color. She couldn’t help but tear up when the hairdresser approached her with shears and an unguarded trimmer. Her master ordered the hairdresser to cut Sarah’s hair very short. When the woman was done Sarah’s once bountiful luxuriant locks were reduced to almost nothing. Cut above the ears, parted on one side and shaved up the back. She looked like she had a little boy’s haircut. Only the childish little barrettes she wore in it said otherwise.

Where she had once been thirty and looked twenty, she was now thirty and looked like a gangly thirteen year old. She cried for three days straight after Phillip finally first revealed all the changes that he had wrought upon her. Her master however was delighted with the changes though and on the fourth day he demanded she service him. This proved nearly as horrible for Sarah though.

Having had only had polite well mannered boyfriends in the past poor Sarah wasn’t prepared for the rough physicality Phillip required of her. Worse Phillip was much too large for her either of her holes. She found her pussy and bottom hurting for days afterward. It was a horrible arrangement, but even such terrible things have a way of becoming commonplace if you are around them long enough.

Waking on the morning of her 96th day of slavery Sarah tried not to even think of her old life. It would be better she had decided to just live the new life Phillip had given her. It should be less painful and disappointing she felt. Still seeing her small pale boobless, flat assed body every morning in the mirror had a way of bringing her down. Stoically though Sarah went about her morning routine. She showered and washed her short flat hair. Brushed her teeth as always. Gargled with water from her my little pony cup. Then she went back into her room to dress.

As always her clothes for the day were laid out neatly on her dresser. As always Sarah made a sour face when she inspected them. The clothes Master Phillip had her wear were ridiculous even for a thirteen year old to wear. Resolutely she went ahead and put them on. First she put on the white training panties. They went on over her bare mons and weren't particularly comfortable. She hated them, but for some reason she had been having an occasional leakage problem since she arrived at the mansion. When Phillip found out her had seemed quite angered but not surprised and took a special delight in punishing her for her carelessness. Consequently Phillip made the training panties a required component of her daily attire.

Over these she wore pink trimmed white cotton panties which were tight but not overly so. She pulled them on and then added the matching camisole top. She no longer wore bras or needed them. A white boat neck top and pastel pink skirt went on next. Then pink ankle socks with white dots and white keds with yellow laces. Looking at herself again in the full length mirror Sarah wondered how Phillip could find someone so childish looking sexy. Her skirt was so short in the back she could see the rows of pink ruffles on her panties. Clearly he was a sick man.

Leaving her room she made her way to the kitchen to have breakfast. As usual there seemed to be no one about in Phillips huge mansion. The place was quiet and the halls empty. It would be a simple matter to escape Sarah thought for the millionth time. Unfortunately as soon as she did that her sister would go to prison. And so her slavery continued.