Submissive Slave Desires Inc.

Herself.

Her true self. Buried under those layers of social selves, family selves, expected selves. Under it all, her true desires - her true authentic self.

And what if the true authentic self she finally found was the self desperately wanting to express her true submissive slave desires?

She had lived so long with those deeply buried desires. So long, even though she was barely 23, those desires had seemingly been calling up from the depth to her for her entire life.

She had been with "her" therapist for five years now, the one her family had found to help her since she turned eighteen.

And only now, having herself discovered that discrete add for "Submissive Slave Desires, Inc" and following its seemingly innocuous suggestions - to see one of their suggested therapists in addition to "her" own, to get one of their suggested lawyers in addition to "her" own, to carefully consult "her" therapist and "her" lawyers about what theirs were suggesting. Only now, "her" therapist and "her" lawyers had to admit, despite their strenuous objections, that it was truly her choice, and perhaps her submissive slave desires were as sane and safe as anything "her" own advisors had ever been able to suggest for her.

And so, despite the immense fears shouted frenetically at her by her social selves and family selves and expected selves, she took the plunge, and signed those documents the therapist and lawyer from Submissive Slave Desires had urged on her, and it was finally done:

On paper, she was now penniless and in immense debt; debt to the trust that now possessed all her former immense wealth - the trust that was initially completely under her control, but which she had just turned over to the committee of "her" therapist and lawyers and their therapists and lawyers, a committee whose sole guiding document was her own impassioned and detailed expression of her deep desires.

Submissive Slave Desires, Inc, now controlled her life, with the restraining influence of "her" old advisors keeping her safe enough, but not so "safe" that her true self was prevented from emerging.

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The first day of her new life felt amazing, as if an immense weight that had been crushing her was finally lifted.

She was left on the side of a country road, in the middle of nowhere. She was practically naked, wearing a brief ragged shift that barely covered her private parts - leaving her in a way more exposed than if she were completely naked. She had been instructed to proceed down the road in her bare feet till she found the rural farm, and then beg to be allowed to work there for just food and shelter. (Her immense debt to the trust obligated her to follow such instructions.) Those at the farm were expecting her, had already agreed with Submissive Slave Desire, Inc, to take her in for a substantial monthly fee from her trust, and to earn that fee by treating her as the lowest work slave her own imagination had imagined. ("Her" old therapist and lawyers on the committee could not object, that imagination had already been repeatedly documented in that committee's sole guiding document.)

And so her primordial desire, to freely choose to become the lowest of slaves, was at last to be fulfilled.

"What do you you want?" The man standing near the barn asked as she walked towards him.

"Please sir, can I work here? I don't need to be paid; just food and lodging, of any type you wish to provide, is all I ask."

"Ask? Who are you to ask for anything? I can put you to work right enough; each day, if you have worked hard enough, you might be given some food. Yes, I think I'll let you eat whatever slop the pigs have left each morning."

"Thank you sir."

"Since I do not know you, or how trustworthy you might be, I will have to keep you in chains." And so the farm's resident blacksmith forged metal cuffs for her wrists and ankles, a metal collar for her neck, and locked chains on her limbs.

A couple of field hands were given her as their work slave.

"You will answer to 'slave' girl."

"Yes sir, thank you sir."

"We've been told to thoroughly whip you if you do not work hard enough. To be safe, we will thoroughly whip you regardless of how hard you work."

"Thank you sir."

"Oh, you will have to do better than that in showing your thanks, slave."

She was harnessed to a plow and proceeded to pull it for the next twelve hours, with periodic breaks during which her mouth, cunt, or ass was used to service the field hands' desires. A whip was used to direct her as she pulled the plow. And when she serviced one of the field hands the other field hand used the whip on those parts of her flesh that were vulnerable.

Totally exhausted, she was taken to the barn and ordered to clean the horses there thoroughly, scrubbing their coats for hours. Then another round of being used simultaneously by the two field hands.

"Time for bed" they finally said. "Are you thirsty?" Nodding yes, she was taken to a urine soaked puddle outside the barn. Although desperate to slake her thirst, she gagged at the sight; but she also recognized it from so many of her erotic writings, and knew it would not be better in the morning or ever. And the erotic haze that had accompanied her all day reaffirmed itself and she dropped to her knees and drank deeply, until her overseers yanked her away. "Enough."

She was chained on her knees, legs spread wide, her arms pulled upward behind her, her back forced to bend, her head forced downward, "Here's your bed. Rest well."

Strangely enough, she did. Although her body was racked with pain, for the first time in her life she felt content and fulfilled; and the knowledge that this would not be taken from her "for her own good" lullabied her to sleep.