Author's Note: I wrote a similar story under a different name. This a much more detailed version. The description of myself is true. What follows is pure fantasy.


I was bored with my life. My name was Maria. I was 26 and still single. Many people had come into my life and I was getting over losing the one friend I thought I'd have for life. My mum had passed away and I wasn't close to the rest of my family. I'd never had a lover. I lived on my own. I was around 5'11'' but in no way skinny. My weight is mostly in my lower body. I was around 250 pounds which I hated and hoped my hopefully soon to be 'mistress' would help me with. My height helped hide my weight a little. My breasts were an E which didn't bother me. I had long dark blonde hair, blue eyes and lips that some women could only dream of. Yet despite all this, no one ever took notice of me. I longed to be controlled by someone and loved at the same time. I finally plucked up the courage to join a dating website. I took some pictures of myself. I never wore makeup and mostly wore jeans and hoodies or t-shirts in the summer which I took pictures of myself wearing. I also owned one sleeveless dress and a black PVC jacket which I took pictures in. I just went to an ordinary dating website as people on BDSM dating sites are only there for a quick session and not looking for long-term relationships. I wrote on my profile my desire to be completely controlled, to be a slave. I wrote that I was still a virgin. I also put that I wanted a girlfriend. I then went to bed intending to check back in the morning.

The next morning I saw to my surprise someone was interested in me. I checked the profile and saw a picture of a beautiful looking woman. Her name was Katrina. She had fairly light skin, long black hair, bright green eyes and gorgeous lips. I was suspicious of it maybe being a fake picture. She said she wanted to have a slave and lover. We started messaging each other and I asked if the pictures were real. She assured me they were. We spent hours messaging each other. I explained I couldn't talk very well for long. She sent a quirky response "slaves don't talk without permission anyway :P". I replied with ":P" then she said, "it's ok when you eventually meet me you won't feel so awkward."

We continued messaging and eventually got on to the topic of BDSM. I said I had a few gags and collars. She asked for pictures of me wearing them which I happily sent. I had a steel collar, a black leather posture collar, a penis gag, a ball gag and a ring gag harness.

"You look very nice", she replied.

"Thanks :)", I said.

We then added each other on skype and she called me. She said hello in a deep sexy voice.

"Hello", I replied shyly.

I found her easy to talk to. We talked about things non-BDSM related like our favourite movies, hobbies, etc. She told me about her life. Her parents were rich but very strict and religious and she rarely had time to herself. Her parents then disowned her for being a lesbian. They then happened to die in a car crash and she inherited the large sum of money and their large house. After being controlled all her life she wanted to be the boss for once. We then discussed our fetishes and for once I didn't feel embarrassed.

"Okay, are you positive you want to be my full-time slave?", Katrina said.

"Yes I'm sure", I said.

"Ok as from now you are my property. You will address me as Mistress. You will refer to yourself as 'your slave'. Anyway, I know being kidnapped is one of your fantasies. How about I 'kidnap' you and bring you to my house?"

"oh yes please."

"Okay, but I won't tell you when I'm coming it will be totally random. I might appear when you are showering. Keep your door unlocked. Don't try to call me I won't answer."

"Okay... Mistress."

"See you later... Slave."

We hung up and I was nervous and happy at the same time. I lived in a safe, quiet neighbourhood so I was fine keeping my door open. She knew my routine and when I was home. I was constantly listening for her to come and 'kidnap' me. But then a week passed and then a month. I went to bed crying, thinking yet another person making me feel wanted then throwing me out like an unwanted puppy. I was suddenly awake when someone pinched my nose. 'Katrina', I thought. 'So she didn't forget about me!' When I opened my mouth to breathe a ball gag was shoved in and strapped tightly behind my head. A leather hood was put over my head. I was turned onto my stomach and my wrists were cuffed.

"Come on, up!" Katrina said.

Still dazed and tired I got up and she led me by the arm. I only had my pyjamas on and I was cold.

"Now I'm going to take you to the bathroom I don't want you making a mess in my car."

she led me to the bathroom, pulled my trousers down and sat me on the toilet. I was so embarrassed and humiliated but eventually managed to pee. As an adult, nobody had seen me naked before. She then wiped me and pulled my trousers back up. She then led me outside and put me in the boot of her car. The lid was closed and the car drove away. I was excited and scared. I wanted a 'real' kidnapping but I'd only spoke to her once and for all I knew she could be a serial killer. The ride lasted about an hour and it wasn't comfortable at all. I had to control my breathing because of the hood and the small space. Eventually, the car stopped and I was lead inside her house. I felt soft carpet beneath my feet. She took my hood off and I saw I was in her bedroom. It was painted hot pink with a red carpet and had a big four-poster bed. At the foot of the bed was a cage. Mistress, herself was as beautiful as her pictures. She was shorter than me like most women were but she already made up for that. Mistress removed my gag and re-cuffed my hands in front of me.

"So, was that fun?" she asked.

"No, it wasn't comfortable at all!"

"Well, real kidnappings shouldn't be comfortable. Now get into the cage and we will have some fun tomorrow."

"Do I get to go home?" I asked.

"No. You agreed to let me control your life. I will tell your landlord you have moved in with me. I will arrange to have your things brought here. You will be punished if you talk without permission again. Now get into your cage slave."

I smiled and crawled in. The floor had soft padding on it and I was given a blanket. I curled up and went to sleep. I awoke the next morning when Mistress was just getting out of bed. She released me from the cage. I crawled out and kneeled and respectfully looked at the floor. She removed my handcuffs.

"Very good," she said.

I smiled but kept my head down.

"Your first task in the morning will be to pleasure me. Get on the bed and lick my pussy."

Mistress climbed on the bed and I followed. Mistress' pussy was neatly trimmed. I started licking and soon she moaned in ecstasy and. I continued for five minutes and she soon had an explosive orgasm.

"Very good slave. If you continue to be good I will let you have pleasure. Now go and take a shower."

I went into an en suite bathroom. There was a jacuzzi tub which I was tempted to use but I did as instructed and got into the shower. The water felt good. I then dried and walked back into the bedroom keeping my eyes lowered.

"Now I will decide which clothes you will wear. You will cook what I tell you and I will help you lose weight."

She then went to her wardrobe and showed me a beautiful gold dress. The bottom part was made of silk and the top part was sparkly.

"I know you're probably thinking 'I will never fit into that in a million years' but trust me you will. I have another surprise but that can wait until you can fit the dress. Now for your accessories that will mark you as my slave."

She put steel cuffs with rings on my ankles and a steel collar around my neck. The coldness made my pussy tingle. She then got what looked like a white sheet with holes for my arms and head.

"You will wear this until you fit into the dress."

I put it on and a leash was clipped to my collar and I was taken to the kitchen. I was told to make porridge for myself and Mistress. I hated porridge but I said nothing and made two bowls of porridge which I placed on the table.

"Delicious", Mistress said. "You will eat yours on the floor. You may use a spoon."

I tried my best to eat it without gagging but never managed. It wasn't a big portion and eventually, I finished.

"What's wrong slave?", asked Mistress.

"I don't like porridge", I said.

"Well tough luck it is all you will get for breakfast. I will show you what will happen if you retch again. First, take the bowls and wash them."

I washed the bowls and then Mistress took me downstairs to a well-equipped dungeon. There were chains on the ceiling and walls and various whips and gags. I was excited and scared at the same time. My first punishment as a slave. I was strapped to a spanking bench and gagged with a ball gag. Mistress then got a leather paddle. She lifted up my sheet dress and delivered the first blow to my right butt cheek. I screamed. I underestimated how much pain a paddle could inflict. I was hit a total of ten times.

"That's what will happen if you don't eat your breakfast like a well-mannered slave."

She removed my gag and told me to thank her.

"Thank you, Mistress, for teaching me the error of my ways."

"Now come with me, your exercise routine starts today."

I was again leashed and lead upstairs to a gym. It was large with many pieces of equipment. One wall was all glass with a door leading to an outdoor swimming pool. I was lead to a treadmill which Mistress put at 5mph.

"You will do 5 for half an hour and then 3 for the next half hour."

after only 5 minutes I was exhausted but Mistress still forced me to run. Sweat was streaming down my body. Eventually, half an hour passed and Mistress put it down to 3mph. This was easier but my legs felt like jelly. I begged Mistress to stop but she wouldn't. Finally, the next half hour passed and I was panting loudly. I then got told to lift dumbbells until lunchtime.

"You will have another session after lunch. Can you swim?" she asked.

"Yes Mistress I can," I replied.

I made us both a salad which I again ate on the floor. It was much tastier than breakfast. I was then taken to the swimming pool. Swimming was much was easier than the treadmill. I managed five full laps but had to stop halfway between each of them. I climbed out of the pool feeling exhausted.

"You were too slow, you will be punished," Mistress announced.

I tried not to smile as I was lead to the dungeon. My cuffs were attached to chains on the ceiling and only my toes touched the ground. Mistress returned with a wooden cane. I was terrified. I felt the first blow on my bottom and screamed.

"I'm... your slave is sorry," I said between the blows. "I was so tired I had to rest."

Mistress ignored my pleas and continued caning me a total of ten times. My pussy felt moist and I longed to touch myself.

"Thank you for my punishment Mistress", I said.

I was then lead to the kitchen where I made dinner which consisted of chicken and a salad. I ate mine off the floor like a dog while Mistress stroked my hair.

I was then lead to the living room where Mistress sat down and watched TV. She told me to massage and kiss her feet. I obliged and she stroked my hair. Despite the beatings earlier I was happy at that moment. I had never felt so loved in my life and I wept. She then sat me next to her and kissed me passionately. I returned the kiss and we walked to her bedroom and I made love for the first time in my life. We kissed each other's breasts and pussies and had multiple orgasms until we fell asleep exhausted in each other's arms.

The next morning was the same as the one before. Mistress filled the jacuzzi and told me to wash her. I wasn't used to this but she looked relaxed as I gently washed her body and hair. She had me dry her. We went and had breakfast and this time I managed not to retch on the porridge. My gym sessions were the same as yesterday and still as hard. I was beaten again. The days passed and my exercises got easier and I was beaten less. Eventually one day I wasn't beaten at all. For my reward, I was allowed an orgasm. I was tied spread-eagled to the bed while Mistress used a vibrator on me. She then tickled my feet. I was in hysterics. Finally, she stopped.

"well-done slave," she said.

That night I got to sleep with Mistress, with one ankle chained to the bed.

The days that followed were much the same and it was wonderful. It had been almost a year since I became a slave and I'd lost a significant amount of weight. I smiled when I saw myself in a mirror. Mistress then announced we were going on a trip. Mistress had a suitcase and I wondered what it was but didn't dare ask. Still wearing my sheet-dress I was led to the garage. I now saw it clearly. There was the car she kidnapped me in and an orange Lamborghini. Mistress put the suitcase in the boot and we got into the car. I forgot about the suitcase, feeling sheer joy to be riding in my dream car. We exited the garage and I saw Mistress' house exterior. It was a mansion. The garden was huge and we got to the front gate. It used handprint recognition. I was amazed. I squealed with joy as we sped up the secluded road. We slowed down when we got to the town centre. There were plenty of stares not just at the car but at me. But I didn't care. We continued driving until we passed some fields and got to a secluded forest. We got out of the car and Mistress told me to take my dress off. I did, thinking we were going to have sex but she told me to stand against a tree and she locked my cuffs around it. She then went to the car and removed the suitcase. My heart pounded in anticipation. Mistress opened the suitcase to reveal a branding iron. It was the shape of an old English 'S'.

I was terrified. I felt like a true slave now. My shackles and collar could be removed but the brand would mark me as a slave for life. I knew deep down I wanted to be branded. My pussy was wet. I watched in nervous anticipation as Mistress started a fire. She'd bright some coal. When the coal was glowing red she put the branding iron in them to heat it up. My heart was in my throat when she lifted the glowing iron out of the fire. She then pressed it on my right breast and I screamed and screamed. Mistress went back to the car and returned with a cream which she put on the brand. The burning sensation started to dull. Mistress stroked my hair to comfort me.

"You did very well. Most people would have fought like mad. You were very brave," she said. "Let's go home."

"Thank you, Mistress. Your slave is very happy."

I was released from the tree and after my dress was back on my hands were secured behind me to keep me touching my brand.

"Your hands will stay behind you for a week until your brand heals."

The week passed slowly. Mistress had to do everything for me. I still pleasured her in the morning and she pleasured me if I was good. Most of the time I was. The week finally ended and my arms hurt when I moved them again. That morning I was allowed a bath in the jacuzzi tub and it was wonderful. I dried and was about to put my sheet-dress back on when Mistress stopped me.

"You don't need this old thing any more. Get down on your knees."

I did and Mistress took out the gold dress I'd seen before and put it over my head and arms. She then removed my collar and steel cuffs. I felt so naked without them. She got a box and opened it to reveal a set of solid gold cuffs and a collar. I thought they were the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. Mistress put them on me and I cried.

"Stand up now my beautiful slave," she ordered.

We shared a long, passionate kiss. I then spent the rest of the day mostly cleaning the house. Now that I was a healthy weight cleaning the huge house was good enough exercise.

Later Mistress announced we were going out to eat. Mistress clipped a leash to my collar and we got into the Lamborghini. We drove to a restaurant and Mistress, still holding my leash led me inside. I felt embarrassed at the stares. My hands were free to unclip the leash but I resisted. Humiliation was part of my status. We sat at a table.

"I will order for you," Mistress said.

I said nothing and the waiter came to take our order.

"Uhh... why are you wearing a collar and leash in public?" he asked.

Mistress nodded for me to speak.

"I am a slave," I said.

He laughed thinking it was a joke.

"None of my business anyway. Can I take your orders?"

"I will have spaghetti bolognaise and she will have the tuna steak," Mistress said.

I smiled. Tuna was my favourite food. The food arrived and it was the first time I'd used cutlery since I became a slave. It was delicious and as a treat, I got a sundae for dessert. Having never had anything sweet for months I revelled in it. We went home and I had the best sex I'd ever had in my life. We fell asleep in each other's arms. My life finally felt complete. I felt truly 'free'.