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Ryan Morris
Age: 35
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 195 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Body Type: Athletic.

Ryan Morris was a self-made millionaire. Do to some great investments and he was able to make a lot of money and retire early. He build a cabin in the woods with all the amenities, full electricity, Satellite TV and Internet. He enjoyed his life but he missed having female companionship.

One day an old friend of his called. He told Ryan that both he and his wife had lost their jobs and were deep in debt. He asked if Ryan could help him in any way. Ryan thought for a moment and remembered that his friend had an 18 year old daughter.

Ryan smiled and told his friend that he would pay off all of his debts and give them both good paying secure jobs in his corporation, only if they sold their daughter to him to be his sex slave. His friend was shocked at the proposal but it was a very good one. He told Ryan he would have to discuss it with his wife and daughter. Ryan agreed and told his friend he would have a week to discuss the idea with his family. Then, Ryan hung up.
 
Amy Lambert
Age: 18
Hight: 5’3’’
Weight: 125 lbs.
Hair: long and black
Eyes: Green
Body Type: fairly athletic, but a bit out of shape

When Amy returned home and saw the grave and serious looks on her parent’s faces, she knew that something was going on. The atmosphere in the small house had been bad the last few weeks, Amy parents had lost their jobs and additionally their savings had been gone, when they had invested in a company of Amy’s uncle, which had turned bankrupted just shortly thereafter. In a nutshell, the Lambert family was left with nothing.

Everything had been perfect a few month ago, but now everything was scarce. Amy even had lost some of her good looks over the worries and gained some weight. Her parents, who knew of the trouble longer, even looked worth and Amy really wanted to help them. So she was eager to hear what her father had to say, when he told her that he had a solution to all their problems, but he would need Amy’s help for it.

The young teenager was shocked when her parents told her about Mr. Morris offer and their chance to get back on their feet. "You can’t be serious, dad! That old guy want so buy me like I am a little pet or something. And you are even thinking about it?" Her mom and dad looked at her and her father started to explain with a strange tone in his voice. "No, we are not thinking about this. We decided to do it. We have spend so much time and money on you all these years, now it is your turn to pay us back. Look, it’s just for a while, just until we are able to repay our debt and stand on our feet again."

Amy started to cry and wanted to run, but her father guided her into her room and locked the door. So that she could just wait for the deal to go through.
 
Ryan smiled when Amy's dad called him and told him that the deal was on. He had his lawyers draw up the contract for his parents to sign. He also had quarters for Amy built in the basement. There were various rooms that they would use a couple of bedrooms depending on how well she acted, a exercise room and the main room where they would have sex and where she would be punished when she was bad. It was about a month after Amy's Dad called him, Ryan was waiting for Amy's parents to bring her to him.
 
Amy had spend most of the last month thinking about her future and how her parents could sell her off like a piece of livestock. At first she screamed at them, but soon she realized, that they didn’t have any other option and Mr. Morris’ offer had been to good to pass up on. She had never been a very dominant person, but becoming Mr. Morris personal sex slave wasn’t something she had foreseen in her future.

Her fear of the unknown let her become sloppy with her looks. Amy had no interest in being appealing to Mr. Morris, although her mother tried to force her to prepare herself for her soon to be master. So when the big day came, Amy was brought by her parents to the lonely place in the woods. They had told their neighbors that Amy was going away to collage so that nobody would wonder about Amy disappearing.

Everything looked dark and cold, when the car pulled up in front of the house. "Mom, dad, please, I don’t want to do this. There has to be another way." But her dad just got out of the car and pulled her out of the backseat. He rang the doorbell silently and announced with a smile when it was opened: "Delivery for Mr. Morris. Would you please sign here."
 
Ryan walked to the front door when he saw Amy he was a little disappointed by what he saw. She was a very attractive young woman in the last picture her parents sent with their Christmas card. "Come on in," Said Ryan, "I have the contract here we talked about, in return for me paying off your debts and making you and your wife VP's at my company. You agree to sell me your daughter," Amy's parents signed the contract. "I'll allow you all a moment to say go by while I go put this contract in my office." Ryan then walked out of the room.
 
Amy didn’t really want to say anything to her parents. She was mad at them for selling her to solve their problems. She knew that they were right that they had given her a lot, but it couldn’t be her job alone to pull them out of their debt. Tears were running over her face when she turned away from her mom and dad. "Just leave alone and enjoy your new life." Amy’s parents just left, not looking back at their daughter, so that she was left alone in the room.
 
Ryan walked in the room and saw Amy crying... He walked up to her and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Don't worry, Amy... If you are a good girl you will have a wonderful new life that you couldn't possibly imagine..." Ryan took her down to the basement. In the main room there was a large king sized bed, a few locked doors, and a cabinet. There was also a set of shackles hanging from the ceiling and a set of shackles hanging from the floor.

"Now, Amy we'll go over the main rules...

1. From now on, You are my sex slave. You will do what ever I say, when I say it and how I say it.

2. You will never hurt me in anyway.

3. You will refer to me as Master or Sir.

4. You will keep yourself clean and beautiful for me. I will punish you if you let yourself slide. I want your teeth brushed and clean, your breath fresh with mouthwash, your hair clean and brushed, and your legs shaved and soft.

5. If you break any rule, you will be punished.

Do you understand the rules, Amy?"
 
Amy’s heart was beating fast when Mr. Morris took her into his arms. He was better looking than she had expected, however he was nearly twice as old as her, which was ancient from Amy’s point of view. She had expected that he was going to take her right there, but when he didn’t she relaxed a little. Nevertheless, she was very stressed and her fear grew again when she was guided into the basement.

Her eyes scanned over the room, which gave Amy a strange mix of comfort and fear. The heavy doors, missing windows, and shackles told their story and made it hard for the young girl to focus on Mr. Morris’ rules. When he was done explaining she was still staring at the room. Like she was in school, Amy just answered with a more or less mumbled. "Yeah, sure."
 
Ryan smiled, "Very good... Now... You will only wear clothes that I give you... So, I want you to slowly strip naked, then I want you to neatly fold your clothes into a pile with your shoes on top. Then, I want you to get on your knees in front of me, hand me your clothes and say, 'I, Amy, give my body to you. You, Ryan are my Master, I am yours to command...' "
 
"You want what?" Amy looked surprised at Mr. Morris. Of cause she knew that something like this was going to happen, but still hearing it in reality was hard to handle for her. She noticed quickly that her reaction wasn’t what her owner was expecting from her. Trying not to get punished right away, she finally walked over to the bed and started to undo her pants. She had dressed rather ordinary today, not wanting to give her parents the feeling that she was okay with their choice.

She turned away from Mr. Morris when she started to undo the buttons on her blouse. She felt ashamed, but didn’t dare to infuriate her new guardian. "What do you want to do with me, Mr Morris? Why did you do this?"
 
Ryan smiled as he watched Amy kick off her shoes and and take her pants down. She turned away from him and unbutton her blouse, "I want to give you a wonderful new life, Amy... If you are a good girl and do what you are told... you will forget that you are my sex slave... You won't just stay in this little basement... No... If you are a good girl you and I will see the world... Now continue..."
 
It was hard for Amy to believe what Ryan was telling her. She assumed that she was just a sex toy for an old pervert, who was using her parents situation to his pleasure. She was now naked, but her bra and panties, which were made of light purple cotton. "Isn’t this enough? Or do I really have to be totally naked?" Slowly she turned around and looked at Ryan with blushed cheeks.
 
Ryan smiled she looked so sexy in just her bra and panties, "You have to be totally naked... Like I said... You will only wear clothes that I buy for you... Now continue please..." Ryan crossed his arms and waited for her to continue.
 
With pleading eyes, Amy looked at Ryan, but he didn’t go easy on her. Her fingers were shaking, when she moved her hands behind her back and undid the bra. It stayed on her shoulders and the young woman placed her arm over her b-cup breasts, trying to cover herself up, before she started to moved the bra away. Then she looked up again at Mr. Morris hoping again for some mercy,, but that didn’t came.

Amy sighted and then moved her hand down to her panties. However, she wasn’t able to slide them down with one hand, so the had to move her arm from her breast. Slowly she pushed her panties down, but when she straightened up again, her hands moved to her sex and breasts to cover herself up.
 
"Now... Now... Hands at your sides... You are doing so good, Amy... don't mess it up now..." He said, "Now, I want you to neatly fold your clothes into a pile with your shoes on top. Then, I want you to get on your knees in front of me, hand me your clothes and say, 'I, Amy, give my body to you. You, Ryan, are my Master, I am yours to command...' "
 
Amy blushed deeply when Ryan instructed her to stop covering up. Slowly she moved her hands reluctantly away. Giving her breasts and pussy free to Mr. Morris view. Her boobs were soft and round and small dark nipples rested on them. Her pussy was covered with dark hair, since she had not cared to trim it in the last month. Quickly Amy turned and started to fold her clothes like she was instructed and placed the shoes on top.

Then the picked up the pile and moved over to Ryan and kneed in front of him as required on the cold floor. She held up the cloth, but could not form the words as requested.
 
Ryan stood there and waited for Amy to speak, "Amy... You are doing so good... Don't blow it now... Just say what I asked you to say... Then, I'll give you the opportunity to get dressed again..." He wanted to show Amy that he was a good Master, but if she didn't comply soon she would have to get her first taste of punishment.
 
Amy’s lip trembled as she tried to fight her inner instincts to resist. She wasn’t really ready to accept her situation and to speak out loud that she would accept Mr. Morris as her master. Until now all of this was her parent’s and Ryan’s doing, but by admitting it, she kind of was joining into all of this.

But kneeing naked in front of the big looking Ryan, Amy felled so powerless she finally gave in and bare whispered. "I, Amy, give my body to you." A tear ran over her cheek and she had to swallow before she could continue. "You are my master, I am yours to command, sir."
 
Ryan smiled and took Amy's clothes " Now let me take you to your new room..." Ryan helped her to her feet and took her over to a door and unlocked it. Inside was a beautiful bedroom The walls were painted very light pink. "If you'd like a different color, let me know." The bed was a four post canopy queen sized bed, with a nightstand on each side. Directly across from the bed was a medium sized flat screen tv sitting on a large case filled with DVDs, Blu-Ray Discs, and CDs. To the left of the TV was the door that lead out. To the right of the TV was a series of shelves that had a Satellite TV Receiver, a Blu-Ray Player and A CD player. On the wall to the right of the bed, was a vanity with all of Amy's favorite cosmetics and a nice big make up mirror. There was also a door that lead to a private work out area, their were various machines for her to use and an area for her to do stretches. On the wall the head of the bed rested on, was the door to the bathroom with a bathtub and a shower stall. On the counter was all of Amy's favorite beauty care products plus a box of copper red hair dye. On the wall to the left of the bed, was a bookcase filed with books and the door to a large walk-in closet.

Inside where all sorts of clothes all in her size. There were all kinds of tops, blouses, skirts and dresses. There were no pants or shorts. He pointed to the floor and showed her all the shoes. They were all Mary Jane style shoes ranging from sneakers to regular flats to pumps with a 2" heel. He showed her a large dresser filled with bras, matching bikini cut panties, and other lingerie and sleeping clothes. They walked out of the closet and he said, "Any Questions?"
 
The young woman was surprised by the beauty and comfort of the room. There was everything she would need and even more. The cloth and shoes in the walk in dresser looked beautiful and were way to expensive for Amy in the past. She even felt a short moment of gratitude toward Ryan, but stopped herself from saying anything. The selection of cosmetics was sensational as well as the TV. However, Amy guessed that all of this would come at a price.

"This is all very nice, Master, but what is that hair dye for? Was that left behind by the last person who lived here?" She also sensed that there was more to be expected of her, but she was too afraid to ask. Surely Ryan would tell her soon enough what would he wanted her to do.
 
Ryan laughed a little, "No... you are the only person to live here... That hair dye is for you... From now on you will keep your hair red... I think you would look fantastic as a redhead... Now, I want you to shower, trim up your pussy hair, and follow the directions on the hair dye. Once you're all clean, pick out something nice for you to wear and I'll be back in a bit with your lunch... Sound good?"
 
Amy looked surprised at him. He wanted her to change her hair color, like she was some doll, but she was feeling to depressed to fight, so she just nodded and added a mumbled. "Yes, Master." Actually Amy had aways been proud with her dark hair, but it wasn’t her choice anymore how she looked.

Since she was already naked, Amy walked over the hair dye and started to read the instructions. Dyeing your hair on your own wasn’t easy, but the young girl was happy that she had something to do that took her mind of her situation. It took her easily two hours to dye all of her long hair, however the result was very impressive in the end. Her black hair was changed into a copper red, which contrasted greatly Amy’s eyes. She even went the extra mile and dyed also her eye brows, so that she looked like a real red head.

After waiting for the dye to sink in, Amy took a shower and started to trim her pussy hair as instructed. She had decided to get rid of all of her body hair, so that no trace of her old black hair color was remaining. It kind of made Amy feel like she was changing into a new person, who wasn’t really herself.

Finally, Amy was done and walked into closet to pick something to wear. She was surprised that her master would let her choose on her own. She didn’t know what his taste was, so it wasn’t easy to make a pick.
 
Ryan went upstairs and took care of some business. As he worked he would check in with Amy via the cameras imbedded in the ceiling of her room. He watched as I took two hours for her to dye her long hair. The camera's were in black and white so he couldn't wait to see the final results. He enjoyed watching her take a shower. Then, he watched as she went into the closet to pick something to wear. So he headed to the kitchen and made her a turkey sandwich with some potato chips and her favorite soda. He walked into her room and saw she was still in the closet. He knocked on the door, "Amy... Are you OK?"
 
Amy looked up, surprised by Ryan’s appearance. Over the last few hours she had nearly forgotten his presents, but now it suddenly all came back. "Oh… yes, I am fine. I… I just don’t know what to wear. There is so much to choose from." She looked at the wide range of cloth and underwear. Her now red hear was shining when she turned to look again at the cloth. "What do you want me to wear, Master? Is there anything you prefer?"
 
Ryan smiled as he heard Amy complain about not knowing what to wear... "Just pick out something nice... I'm sure you'll look great... I can't wait to see what you look like with red hair..." Ryan sat down on the bed and waited for her.
 
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