Chapter One

“The most important thing in a relationship between a man and a woman is that one of them be good at taking orders.”

- Linda Festa

Sabrina

Like a lot of young girls, Sabrina Swann had fantasies about slavery...being a slave was a sexy thought, a cute fantasy, but never something a nice girl would dream of. Owning a slave, or using a slave, either male or female, was a shuddery, kinky kind of thought, best reserved for private dreams.

Sexual slavery was for pay-per-view movies or late-night cable, a quick furtive peek at a sexy world where good girls (and not-so-good boys) found themselves trapped and used, always finding true love at the end.

Slavery —real slavery —was for criminals who deserved the shame and humiliation, or for sluts and would-be gigolos looking for a fast dollar. While her life had not been one of high privilege, it had been a comfortable one in the upper levels of the middle class, public school but a good one in a good suburban neighborhood, private college assured, good social connections and a strong future. She was smart, she was capable, she was attractive, she was class-appropriate. Sabrina Swann was a good girl.

She lost her virginity to a college boy on a skiing trip and then fell in love with another college boy —the son of a Senator, handsome and rich with a hot car and great prospects. He couldn’t keep his hands off her and she delighted in the feelings those hands awoke, and grew to love the feel of his pulsing cock under her hand and sliding between her legs and into her, and the feel of his mouth on her mouth and her pussy, and even the feel of her mouth on his cock. The back seat of his car and sometimes their respective parents’ house when they were away and sometimes a friend’s apartment or a dorm room and once even a hotel room were places of passion and growing love. But even better was being on his strong arm in public, at the right parties and events. She had a clear picture of their future together, and it was good. She graduated from high school and entered college and had a 4.0 going into her junior year, majoring in business and finance.

College provided a world of new temptations and she sampled some of them, privately, somewhat gingerly, finding the emotions and passions they unleashed to be somewhat overpowering. She pledged a good sorority, and her initiation was to be a party slave. They dressed her in scanty clothes and she served cocktails at a party. The guys felt her up and teased her and it was embarrassing and humiliating for her, though she played along like a good sport. But what was most humiliating was the powerful erotic charge she got when her sorority sisters cuffed her ankles and her wrists, and she really felt like a slave.

Then came the paddling line and she had never been spanked before, and the paddle-wielding sorority sisters were strong and cruel and she found herself reduced quickly to tears, but at the same time she felt wet, humiliatingly so because she had never had a sexual attraction to women and now she was so aroused she was nearly ready t