A few years ago, I decided to start a scholarship program for underprivileged and wayward girls. I am happy to say that, through my program, four young women have been able to go to college so far, with another expected to graduate each year. Furthermore, they have risen above their former circumstances and have entered the world as educated, self-confident, responsible young ladies. Meanwhile, I have enjoyed the company and sexual servitude of some very sexy young women. This is our story.
In the spring of 1994, I inherited a small fortune, a large house and over 100 acres of land from my grandparents. I immediately moved in but found that the upkeep was what killed them!
Now, I have long harbored fantasies (as I suspect a great many men have) of having a harem of willing, supple young females at my beck and call. Unlike most, I had a newfound freedom and so I set out to make my dream a reality.
I placed an ad in several alternative newspapers in major cities that read in part:
DO YOU NEED A SECOND CHANCE AT LIFE?
Single, attractive, thirty-something male seeks submissive female for domestic service within the context of a SSC BDSM relationship.
You get:
Your own room in a 100 year old farm house on 100+ acres with ponds, forests, fields, streams, pastures and stables, all meals, a spending allowance, health insurance, a car to drive, tuition to a college, university or trade school, paid vacations, re-location assistance and the chance to start life over!
In exchange for:
Companionship, cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, ironing, vacuuming, caring for animals, small home repairs, yard-work, gardening, mowing, and any other domestic chores.
You should be:
18-30 years old, biological female, single with no children, willing to re-locate and disease free. If you are a drug-user, smoker, or heavy drinker, you will be expected to quit while in service.
As the reader might imagine, I got many replies. Some were ridiculous, some were sad, and many of the respondents did not understand what I wanted. I sent a detailed questionnaire to those that showed potential. Of those, I got only about ten completed applications back and I set about arranging for personal interviews. When I contacted those ten, only six wanted to proceed to the next phase of the selection process.
I arranged to take the summer off and drive across country in a rented motorhome. I had planned my trip in such a way as to visit the home cities of each of the candidates. While there, I wanted to get to know them, test their sincerity and perform my initial physical inspection. At the end of the summer, one lucky girl would be chosen.
The first city on my tour was Seattle, and the first candidate was Jennifer. I met her in an antique store downtown. I knew from the moment I saw her, this was going to be a great roadtrip.
She had a beautiful smile and dark, knowing eyes that sparkled in a way that showed her mischievous nature and intelligence. Jennifer was 22; 5'7" and brunette, with an athletic build complimented by her high firm ass and beautifully shaped breasts. She wore a pair of cut-off shorts and pink tank top that allowed me to clearly see her nipples. As hard as it was to remain calm, I conducted the next part of our time together much like an interview. As we browsed through rows of carnival glass and Royal Dalton figurines, I asked her all the standard questions about herself, her ambitions, why she was considering this lifestyle, and so on and so forth.
Jennifer, as it turned out, was an exotic dancer at one of the local clubs. She had tried to go to school but found it too hard to keep up while working such late hours. She could quit dancing but then she wouldn't be able to afford school. After marrying too young and suffering through an ugly divorce, she felt as though she had few options left. That is where I came in.
Wanting to continue this further, I gave her the key to a room in a nearby hotel and said,