Total Surrender Part I

It was just after my freshman year in college that I surrendered myself as a sex slave.

Unlike most girls I wasn’t introduced into S&M by a boyfriend. In fact I was pathetically single. Men and women had always complemented me on my looks but I had very high standards when it came to relationships.

The fairytale romance of a knight on a white horse carrying the princess back to his castle just didn’t exist in real life. “Dating” and “relationships” in high school and college always meant going to party, getting drunk, and getting into bed. Repeat.

S&M fascinated me because it removed all conventional modern rituals of—well getting drunk and hooking up with the least sleazy guy I could find.

With S&M roles were predefined. Master and slave. It was honest.

I searched online for weeks until I found a slave house that seemed real and that interested me.

There was a pre interview process with business woman in an office building, before I could even see The Hampton. I had more questions for her than she did for me.

Liz the interviewer explained that The Hampton was an ideal house for beginners like myself. It was a small training house of only 7 masters and mistresses, and about 50 submissives. Most were young college students like me looking to be trained over the summer break.

If we performed well enough The Hampton would write us a letter of recommendation—required for acceptance into a grander sex resort catering to guests.

Since The Hampton was a beginners’ house. It catered to few paying guests. Therefore most of the funding came from the masters and mistresses themselves, referral fees from larger houses, and “some” self produced porn.

Liz emphasized “some” as this was hardly The Hampton’s primary function.

She also reassured me that I would not be burned, cut, broken, or truly harmed in any way. Their view was that S&M isn’t about pain or humiliation. It’s about control. The pleasures of owning another human’s sexuality, and being owned sexually by other human.

Then she showed me some additional photos to what I’d already seen online. The Hampton looked very sophisticated. It was beautifully decorated with lavish silks and pillows. The exterior was not shown in order to keep its location a secret. But she assured me that it was on over 30 acres, beautifully landscaped with lavish gardens.

“Will I be allowed to leave?” I dared to ask.

Liz assured me that everyone at The Hampton was a willing unpaid participant. No submissive was allowed to simply come and go until the end of their term, save medical emergencies. But some beginners don’t work out and are discharged either by themselves or the owners. But there was no such thing as an honorable discharge. No second chances. A discharged submissive would be permanently shunned from The Hampton and other houses.

This meant a required commitment of 70 days for the summer. There’d be no breaks or early release.

Liz also took me through the formalities of fully documenting my age and that I was born female and free of disease. She said houses were rarely concerned with a submissive being too young, but too old. Most houses would not accept submissives over the age of 22. At 18 it was a good thing I signed up when I did!

As Liz had requested I came prepared with the required documents and a resume CD of nude photos and video of myself.

Every year The Hampton received hundreds of applicants but only a handful would be accepted.

“Don’t worry child. With your beauty you’re a shoe in.” said Liz. Then adding, “Provided you can pass the next interview.”

For a whole week I couldn’t sleep or think. I was waiting by my email like a love drunk school girl waiting for a boy to write.

My sinful prayers were answered. An email arrived, informing me that a driver would be coming to pick me up at my dorm and take me to my final interview! I was going to The Hampton!

… Stay tuned for part II coming quickly.

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