ravenna
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And yet no one has mentioned any of the positive sides of being sold! So allow me. Caution, long story to follow. (Well, not very long for me.)
i spent most of my senior year in college begging and pleading with the man who became my first owner to collar me and make me his slave. He wanted to, he and his best friend had been training me for slavery for years, off and on, but he didn't think either one of us was ready, he told me we would have to wait until we were out of school. So frustrating! This didn't stop me from begging and whining and manipulating. Talk about topping from the bottom! (See, he was right, i really wasn't ready.) Finally, not long before graduation, he told me he was ready to collar me, but only if i sold myself to him, for money or something tangible, and i had to name my price, that he wanted me to realize that as his slave i would be his physical property, not just his lover and love slave and kinky submissive girlfriend, but also a material object exchanged for something material, that it would make a huge difference to both of us to know that i had been bought and sold irrevocably and could never be free again, at least not without having to deal with the obstacle of buying back my freedom. He said the exact dollar value was irrelevant, and it didn't matter whether the sale was "legal," people sell things all the time that aren't legal, it doesn't change the fact of their being sold, but whatever my price was, it had to be enough for both of us to take it very seriously, otherwise it might all turn out to be just another crazy college sex adventure, and we both knew we wanted it to be so much more than that. (i learned later that all this was originally the suggestion of his best friend, the man who became my second owner and now my owner for life, my master Michelangelo. And my God was he right.)
Of course this was partly a test to see how far i was willing to go, and how much value i would place on what i said i wanted to be. i finally came up with a price that i thought made me a very valuable little slave: $1000. (My family doesn't really have tons of money, his family does have tons of money, so i figured, Think BIG, girl!) i was very proud of asking for so much, made me feel very wicked. Ha. He laughed, he said i was selling myself way too cheap. i said So make me an offer, big spender! And he did. He said he would pay off all my college loans, all my family's loans to me for college, all my credit cards, all my bills, every penny i owed anyone. This was a LOT of money, we were going to an expensive school. He said he wanted to own me free and clear, so he could take me anywhere he wanted and do with me as he pleased without any debts tying me down and limiting his freedom. i was so stunned i literally couldn't speak, but that didn't last very long, and when i recovered my wits i sold myself to him on the spot. i made him sign the tablecloth at the restaurant as the bill of sale. And i soon realized this was actually a very clever plan on his part: It had exactly the psychological effect on me that he (or actually they) had hoped it would, plus by going to pay off all my loans and debts, the money was spent as soon as it changed hands, so i had no fall-back position, no cushion of a big chunk of cash in some secret bank account that i could use to buy my way out of this deal if it didn't work out. i was stuck, even though it was right where i wanted to be stuck. So of course we both had to make it work out. And we did.
Knowing i had really been sold and that i couldn't just refund the dough and walk away made me take becoming his slave VERY SERIOUSLY. i know it made me work my ass off to become a much better, stronger, purer, happier and freer slave, knowing that this was it, i was really committed, i'd SOLD myself into this fix, and it made my new owner happy to finally have the totally devoted 24/7 slave he knew i could be if all my other options were taken away. And it gave him the freedom he wanted. What he wanted to do was to travel around the world for a year before he started grad school, with me at his side as his faithful sex slave sidekick, and that's what we did. (It was incredible.) Being sold into slavery was so perfect for who we were, i had never before felt so completely owned and so completely free, it was the life i'd been longing for, and my owner was able to turn me into the slave he wanted, not my half-baked idea of what a slave might be, as eager as i was. And here's my dirty little secret: He didn't really have to spend all that money to get me, i'd have sold myself to him for the $1000, or even just a kiss. But he says that what he got for what he spent was so much more than i could ever have just given him, that i was actually a bargain. (And i should point out he made a profit on me when he sold me, too.)
So, does this only work if you have a rich kinky boyfriend? i don't think so. The really crucial thing was the realization that i had been physically sold, i had seen the money, it made it so much more real. And the $1000 would have done it, hell, there were moments i would have sold myself to him for twenty bucks, i was so eager to be his slave, but the way it happened paradoxically actually took away so much more of my freedom so quickly, it was like being blasted into slavery at warp speed. And does being sold make me something like a whore? Oh probably. But i don't have any problem with that, whore is one of my favorite words. But slave is my very favorite word, and this has been the short version (well, short for me) of how i became one...
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