I woke naked, on my back, wrists chained above my head. I stirred, trying to press my thighs together, but I could not. My ankles were chained apart. I wore a collar.
The light chains held me, spread-eagled on the comfortable bed. I had a pillow but no covers. I could hear the ocean outside the window. I heard morning noises as the wealthy island community started to wake up.
I was aroused.
In the eight months since my indenture, I'd learned how nudity and humiliation turned me on. My body was constantly needy and on edge, wanting sex. I didn't know which I hated more--the endless humiliation, or my involuntary response to it.
I stirred again in my chains, horny.
A pretty teenage girl stood over me, fully clothed. She wore a collar, like me. "Good morning, Nitara" she cooed. The girl was Serena, Ms. Hannah's indentured maid. I squirmed, self-conscious. My body was on display. Ms. Hannah had given Serena complete authority over me.
"Hello, Serena," I said.
Serena slapped my breast. "Answer politely," she scolded, playful. She liked me to address her as "ma'am", which I hated. She was barely out of high school.
I knew her playfulness could turn more serious. "Good morning, ma'am," I said, reluctant. I squirmed under her gaze.
"Better, Nitara," she said. The playfulness had gone out of her voice. "Be a good girl." I bristled at the condescension from the nineteen-year-old. I couldn't believe she had authority over me. If I didn't do as she told me, I would be bound and punished.
Serena's big dark eyes sparkled as she looked me over. I wondered how long the little pervert had been watching me sleep. My pussy felt warm.
Serena petted my skin, starting at my collarbone, dragging her fingers down my chest, over my nipple, and all the way down between my legs. "Time to get up, sleepyhead," she whispered.
I knew better than to try to wiggle away. I kept as still and open as I could. A new wave of humiliation started over me. "Yes, ma'am," I replied. Her brown eyes sparkled.
Serena's hand cupped my pussy for a few moments. Ashamed, I could feel that it was hot and wet in her hand. She felt my arousal. She curled her finger between my pussy lips. I was desperate to grind against her. I would have done it in spite of the humiliation, but without permission, it would get me in trouble.
As if to answer my thought, she said, "No time for us to play this morning, Nitara. Ms. Hannah has a visitor." Serena leaned over and gave my pussy a tiny kiss.
My stomach tightened at the idea. Ms. Hannah had many houseguests, but something in the way Serena had said that made me wonder who was arriving today. "A visitor?" I asked. Serena gave my pussy a tiny slap. "A visitor, ma'am?" I corrected.
"Yes, sweetheart. Someone who will be excited to see you."
"Who is the visitor...ma'am?" I was growing nervous.
Serena was silent. She smiled and started unlocking my chains.
In another life, before all of this, Ms. Hannah had been my best friend. Hannah and I had both grown up with wealth. We loved the same fashion designers, the same parties. We lusted over the same men. Whenever she was near me during her travels, we were inseparable.
One night, when we were alone and drunk after a party, my beautiful friend Hannah made an awkward pass at me. It was brief and shy, but there was no mistaking intent. I was flustered, flattered, returning her kiss then pulling away. My body responded to the intimacy, but I was not ready to admit my interest in her in that way.
I had never thought of Hannah, or any woman, like that. Hannah became embarrassed and left. She cut off all communication. I didn't see or hear from her for months.
I learned that she had a dark side I could not have imagined.
Despite my own family's money and power, I found myself indentured to Hannah, against my will. I didn't know how she had accomplished it, but she had shown me the documents. She had found a way to make this legal and binding.
I often wondered if anyone knew where I was. Would they be able to find me? Was this island on a map? I had been Hannah's prisoner for months.
Like anyone with enough money, I had grown up with indentures in India. My family treated them well, keeping them as collared maids and servants until we released their contracts, which we always did after a year or two. We never humiliated them or used them sexually, as is so common with indentures.
Ms. Hannah and her army of lawyers had turned the whole system on me, enslaving me. I could only imagine how much maneuvering and money had been involved.
It would be impossible to rescue me. I was Ms. Hannah's indenture for as long as she wanted me. She had twisted the system to bring me here.
Ms. Hannah had kept me as her naked house girl for eight long months. She would take me to bed at night to satisfy her. At first, she allowed me to wear panties, but after a few weeks those also came off. I wore only my collar, day after day.
Three months ago, Ms. Hannah had left the island for several trips. She brought back Serena, a "girlfriend" ten years younger, barely out of high school. Serena's family had, of course, objected. Serena was not wealthy like Hannah. The age difference was exploitative. When Serena's family and friends had tried to interfere, Serena had voluntarily indentured herself, giving Ms. Hannah all of her rights. With a permanent collar around Serena's neck, their relationship was safe from meddling family back home.
In return for Serena accepting a collar, Ms. Hannah treated her like a girlfriend. She never made Serena strip in front of others, and I never saw her punished. Her "chores" as a maid were watching over me and attending to Ms. Hannah.
I wondered if their honeymoon would go on forever, or if Serena would end up like me. Serena was already wearing less clothing than she did when she took her collar.
Nervous, I again wondered about the visitor. A change in routine could mean anything. "Who is the visitor, ma'am?" I asked.
Serena didn't answer. "Come take your shower, Nitara," she said as my chains came off.
