How I Became An Owned Slave

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I watched Matt as he took the last piece of clothing that I owned – the last anything I owned – and threw it on the fire. It took a few seconds, then it, too, caught fire, on top of all my other former possessions.Now I stood, completely naked, in the large backyard of his house, owning nothing, with no ID, no credit cards, no passport, no…anything. And I was standing in front of four men who were watching me with something like hunger in their eyes.I was shaking, feeling both scared – and excited. I was about to become a slave, to be owned, used, and willingly abused by these four men. Plus their girlfriends, their friends, neighbors…and anyone else they chose to let to use me.”Kneel,” Matt said.I quickly dropped to my knees in front of him.”This is the only thing you will wear for the next three years. It’s your slave collar. Once you put it on, there is no going back.””Do you accept it, and your status as our slave, mind, body, and soul, and will you allow us to do whatever we want to you for our pleasure, or the pleasure of anyone else whom we choose?”I looked at the leather collar with its lock and thought about what I would have to do if I wore it – and what would be done to me.Then I thought about how I got here…~~~~~My name used to be Sabby but is now naked cunt. It says so on the collar locked around my neck. I’m twenty-four years old, and this is the story of how I became a slave girl to four Masters, who now own me completely.I want to state, right from the start, that this is my choice and I am perfectly happy with my life as a naked slave girl. I was not forced into anything. I choose this life, and all it entails.I started out modeling professionally, mainly doing photoshoots plus some catwalk work here and there. I went into this right after I finished high school, deferring a university education to pursue my career in modeling and travel. After all, the money is better than most work I could get even with a university degree, and the shelf life of a model is limited. The younger the better, and I was young.I have mid-back-length blonde hair, with hazel eyes, and my measurements are 34B-24-34. I started out by accepting small jobs in modeling for local photography studios in order to build my portfolio. Things went well, and I soon became known as a new, fresh-faced model, but I really hit my stride when I began accepting nude modeling work, which is very lucrative.When I turned twenty, I received an offer to model nude for a big, national publication, with photoshoots all around the world.I discovered that I’m a natural submissive when I was taking directions on how to pose and such from the photographers. By this time, I modeled mainly in the nude and being well paid for it. I was a happy girl and put away a lot of money in savings. I could also indulge in my submissiveness by role-playing somewhat with acquaintances and friends I made within the industry.By the time I was almost twenty-two, my parents, elder brother, and a few other relatives confronted me, wanting me to stop nude modeling. They cajoled me to quit, saying that I was showing off my body like a slut. It became a running battle, with the last straw happening when I was slapped by my father and punched by an uncle. isvecbahis My father then gave me an ultimatum: either I stopped modeling, or my whole family would disown me.I had saved a substantial amount of money by this time, so it was an easy decision. I packed up two suitcases and bought a one-way ticket to Western Australia. I also informed my agency I was leaving home and would contact them once I set up base in there. I’ve never tried to contact anyone in my family since then – and they haven’t reached out to me, either.Arriving in Western Australia, the first thing I did was buy a new mobile phone with a new number. With the help of the shop assistant, I traded in and cloned my old phone. Then I took a taxi to a luxurious hotel and settled into my new life. I viewed this as a reward for what I had been through. I was sad about what happened between my parents and me, but they had forced it on me, not the other way around.The next few days were spent looking for a permanent place to stay and set up as a base of operations for my modeling career.I went out for a few days in search of a place and finally, on a 7-11 bulletin board, I saw a notice for a room to rent. It piqued my interest as the advert stated the house in question was in a secluded area, fifteen miles away from where I was. The ad went on to say that the house came with a large swimming pool and back garden, overlooking a huge wooded area with trails leading through it. I loved the sound of that, so I took down the address and made the call. I wound up speaking to a very pleasant guy and made an appointment to go out and see the house in a couple of days.That Saturday, I took a taxi to the address and was pleasantly surprised to find the neighborhood was pretty and secluded, as advertised. The houses there were big bungalows built on one and a half acre lots, well-spaced, and I quickly fell in love with the area. The taxi deposited me in front of a nicely built house at the end of the street.I walked up the drive to the front door and rang the doorbell. A few moments later, a hunk of a man opened the door and said hello. I introduced myself and stated I had an appointment to see Matt about renting a room. The man stared at me and was silent.”Oh, forgive me,” said Matt when he finally introduced himself. “Please come in. Forgive me for staring. You are stunning.””Thank you,” I replied, blushing, and walked into the house.The house was very well furnished and I followed Matt first into a tastefully furnished living room, then into a spacious and airy kitchen. He invited me to take a seat at the table and offered me a drink. I asked for a Coke. Matt got two cans and sat opposite me.We discussed the house and the room available for rent. He also asked a little about my history and we ended up having a very pleasant chat. He was mightily impressed when I told him I was a professional model, and I like to think that was what got me the room in this beautiful house.He showed me what was to be my room. It was downstairs, with its own en suite bathroom. I was impressed and told him so.We chatted while I looked over the room. I found out that upstairs had four rooms and Matt and another three guys occupied them. Matt told me he and the isveçbahis giriş other guys were old friends and had been living here for three years since Matt bought the house.He then told me what the rent would be for my room, and asked me if I had any qualms living with four guys. I told him no, and that the rent was really reasonable and I took out my chequebook and wrote him a cheque for 14 months’ rent, inclusive of a month’s rental deposit, and one month’s deposit for utilities. Matt was surprised that I was capable of doing that. I told him I would move in on Monday at noon, if that was okay with him. Smiling, he pocketed the cheque and said he would be home when I got here.At noon on Monday, I arrived at the house, and Matt was waiting for me with a black man, whom Matt introduced as Edwin, one of the other guys who lived there. I smiled and we shook hands.I had checked out of the hotel, all my possessions were in the two suitcases and the carry-on bag I had brought with me. I asked the guys if they could help me with my suitcases, and asked if it was okay if I moved in right then. With smiles, Matt and Edwin each took a suitcase and led me to my room. As I thanked them, I said I would meet them in the kitchen once I had settled in, so they left me to unpack.After I unpacked and put away my clothes and things, I got out of my jeans and sweater, took off my bra, and wearing only my skimpy thong panties, I dressed in jogging shorts and a sleeveless tank top. I tied up my hair in a ponytail, took my smartphone and went up to the kitchen. Outside the French doors, Matt and Edwin were seated outside, so I headed out to the patio overlooking the huge swimming pool and lovely, landscaped garden. When they saw me, the two men stopped talking, and Edwin let out a low wolf-whistle, saying I looked beautiful dressed in my shorts and tank top.I blushed and before I could say thank you, Matt said what gorgeous legs I had. They asked me to do a twirl for them, which I did and sat down. They both complimented me, saying how beautiful and gorgeous I looked dressed so casually and hoped I would dress like that at home. I blushed more and said I hoped they wouldn’t mind I dressed like this at home. They glanced at each other and with one voice answered they did not mind at all.We sat chatting, getting to know each other, and giving me a run-down on all four of the housemates.Matt is an auditor who heads a department at one of the world’s big four financial advisory firms. Barry is a taxation specialist in the same firm. Edwin’s a musical and entertainment director for a nearby resort. And Anson, the last housemate, is an IT manager for a local company. All four blokes are in their early thirties, and quite successful in their chosen careers. Matt and Barry are white Australians, while Edwin is a black, Jamaican-Australian, and Anson is a Japanese-Australian.I described my modeling career to Matt and Edwin and said it was mainly in the nude. I then explained that I had moved across the country to get away from stress and fights with my family and relatives over my career. The two guys were sympathetic and understanding.That evening, over a barbeque dinner, I met Barry and Anson. They, too, enthusiastically isveçbahis yeni giriş welcomed me to their home. We all got along very well together, and we quickly developed a very natural, comfortable relationship.Over the next few weeks, we became good friends, and within about three months, that developed into a “friends with benefits” relationship with each of them. We progressed from having one-on-one sex to twosomes and threesomes, and finally to full-fledged gangbangs with the four housemates and me.I have always loved swallowing semen, and during one gangbang, Anson taught me about how to accept bukkake from the four guys. I loved that! Somehow, I just loved having my face and hair and body was covered with semen, and couldn’t enough of it. I also loved that I always wore sleeveless tank-tops and short-shorts around the house for my housemates before I was undressed by them.After about nine months living there, I stopped wearing anything at home and I did everything around the house completely naked. I even ventured out to the backyard naked to swim and sunbathe. The guys loved this. Slowly, our relationships progressed into Dom/sub territory and I thrived on it. I never wore any clothes at home and I did my household chores in the nude. I even cooked the evening meals in the nude. I loved that I could do things naked as it would make my four housemates happy.Over time, my four Dominant started arranging bukkake parties. They’d invite their friends and even strangers they met at pubs to come over to our place and put their semen all over every inch of my naked body. These people could kiss me, kiss my body, lick, fondle, and grope me, but they could not use their penis to penetrate or fuck my pussy or ass. I used my hands and mouth to give guys blowjobs and enjoyed being everyone’s bukkake slut, but I was only ever fucked by my four housemates.Then, in 2020, before COVID hit, I had an enormous bukkake party, where fifty-two guys had fun covering me and seeing me swallow their cum. There were also eight girls present who also covered me with girl cum. It was truly an enjoyable experience.In between the parties, I continued modeling and traveling until the COVID pandemic shut things down. For a while after that, I could only get jobs locally, modeling for small photography studios.Then, finally, in mid-May, I got a phone call from my agency, telling me they had to put their business on hold, and wouldn’t be able to find jobs for any of their models until February 2022.I did some soul searching and discussed my situation with my four housemates. This started a discussion that turned intense and lasted over a couple of weeks. I decided not to work, as I had the money to survive for a couple of years, but Matt came up with another idea. He suggested that I become their owned slave girl for a period of time.I was intrigued and asked him to explain further.”What if you did not have to pay for rent or anything else for, let’s say, two years,” said Matt. I told him to go on. Matt could see he had the attention of his three housemates and continued to explain.”Now that you don’t have a job, how about you sign up to be an owned little slave girl to us four guys. You wouldn’t have to worry about paying your way, Sabby.” He continued, “The four of us would take care of your expenses. In return, you’ll pay us with your service, and give up all rights to your body. We would own you.””Give up rights to my body?” I asked.

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