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She had only talked to him online for a few days. Not even a week.
Her heart was racing. It was scary and exciting all at the same time. She couldn't believe she was actually going through with it.
His instructions were clear. If she was serious about being a slave, she would show up, rent a room, message him, strip naked, handcuff herself to the bed, and wait for him.
It all seemed so easy when she read the emails. She could picture herself doing this. After all she was about to escape her life into a life as a slave, something she had secretly wanted as long as she could remember, but was never able to talk about with anyone.
She never expected it to be this hard, this scary. Thoughts were racing in her head. What if he was a serial killer, what if he was fake, what if he thought her ugly, what if he has other slaves, what if she hated him, how could she be doing this?
She was leaving everything she ever knew behind. She didn't tell anyone. Not her parents, nor her closest friends. They would never understand. How could a girl in today's world explain she has a deep burning to be owned?
So she just left. No words, no notes, no traces of anything. She had just graduated high school a few months before and it was this or enter the world of adulthood. This was so much better. No bills, no worries, no cares. Just service one person in all their crazy and disgusting requests and she never had to work a day in her life, and her deepest darkest desires would be met at the same time.
So here she was, entering the hotel room that they agree upon. She picked up her phone and logged into collarspace. She started to send him a message but stopped. Could she really do this? Could she really have come this far only to chicken out?
She typed the message with slow shaky hands "I am here. Room 12. I left the door cracked so you can enter." and she hit send. There was no turning back now.
She reached in her bag and pulled out the handcuffs she bought per his request. A few minutes later she heard a car door. She clicked the cuffs closed just as the door opened.
No one really knows what happened to her after that. Presumably she remains his slave to this date.
