Becky was my sex slave, not the only one I had, but my
favorite. She had been walking the runways for Ford
when I met her a couple of years ago, and what drew me
to her was her almost total lack of ego. She seemed to
think that her sole purpose on this planet was to be
fucked by important men.

It was approximately one year since her initial capture (she had not been allowed to keep track), and now Sarah was to be sold again. Her first master, having acquired some heavy debts, was forced to sell off his slaves. Sarah had no fondness for him, his wife or his childrenthey had certainly shown no kindness to her, as the marks on her body attested. But at least with them there had been a kind of certainty, even, over time, familiarity. All of that was gone now, and she was now back at the spot where her new life had begun.

Chapter One

The sun was going down as I yawned and forced myself out of bed. Most people get up when the sun comes up, but here I was making my way into the kitchen for my first cup of coffee at sundown. I had been doing it for almost two months now and my body still hadn't adjusted. By the time I finally did get used to it the bastards would change my schedule and I'd be right back where I started, futilely trying to catch up on the hours I had lost.

A U.S. Army NCO follows her submissive dreams and begins a new life.

This room is bare except for a hospital bed against one wall, and a table literally dripping with various restraints. There's nice, soft padded white leather cuffs, adjustable for wrists, elbows, ankles, or even thighs. Several long straps of soft white leather are there, as well as a large padded leather blindfold. . Hanging on the wall is a step-in strait jacket, made of very smooth, supple yet strong white leather. The front is a smooth expanse of soft leather, but the back is bristling with straps and buckles.

Chapter Seven

Wendy awaken slowly, shaking her head to rid of her mind of what seemed to be cobwebs. Damn, she thought, what did I do last night, that I feel so funny now? It wasn't exactly a hangover that she was suffering, because her stomach wasn't upset the way it always was after she drank too much, but the feeling was akin to the aftermath of overindulgence in alcohol.

James spices up a business trip with a German student who is offering day long face sitting in a smother box. Two days later and he\'s still with her, increasingly restrained with both chains and her body and finding it impossible to leave.