After scrolling through an online site, like I did most days, looking for a female slave that was realistic for me I was suddenly surprised to see a new advert. Featured on this post, only posted a few hours previously, was none other than my ex English teacher Miss Becky Mcgartwright. I had only left college that summer and thanks to being of a more affluent background, I had already been gifted my own house. I was also lucky enough not to need to work, something which allowed me to explore my inner kink and decide on finding myself a bondage slave to have as my own.
From when I had had her in school, she had always been a very attractive young woman. She was roughly 25 from memory, with long golden hair and a toned body. Her breasts were reasonably large and her ass and legs also offered much delight to whenever I passed a glance. After mulling it over in my mind, I decided to message her.
‘Hey, I think I know you in real life and I would like to offer to ‘buy’ you as you are a very attractive young lady. I didn’t know you were into this type of thing! Anyway if you are interested in giving up teaching English, feel free to reply and I can take you on right away. Oh and to keep things a little mysterious between us, I won’t say who I am, but I am deadly serious about wanting you.’
A few hours later I logged back into the site and was excited to find a new message waiting for me from the woman herself.
‘Hello potential master, I must say your message certainly intrigues me. Seeing as last year was the first year I taught English I had two classes, meaning I’ve narrowed you down already to one of ten boys lol! Of course I’d be interested in becoming your slave and you will be pleased to know I can give this job up as soon as you wish. I’d like to accept your offer and must ask when I can start and what arrangements are to be made. Becky x’
I had done it, finally after numerous months I had found someone nearby who had the same kinky interests as myself. The excitement contained deep inside me finally began to grow as I replied with just how I wanted her to present herself to me and where I wanted to find her, ready for collection.
‘Hi, thank you for accepting and I can not await to get started. So without further ado, I’d like you to give up your job asap, drive all the way to Bodminton forest, to the point I’ve attached below. You will leave your belongings in the car and walk into the abandoned children’s park.’ I ended the message with a bunch of directions and strict instructions of what I wanted her to wear and where she was to cuff herself.
Once again a few hours passed and she soon accepted my agreement, the date set for Friday evening, after her last day had passed. Neither me or her it seemed could wait as the excitement built for a new start that night.