I had just graduated high school when he came to me with the offer. An offer I couldn't refuse.
My parents were alcoholics and could care less about me. They told me once I graduated high school I was expected to leave the house, essentially get out of their lives. My parents saw me just as a waste of money, and by me leaving the house, they would no longer have to spend a single penny on me. When the graduation day came, they told me I had a week to figure out where I was going to, and if not i'd be left on the street.
The offer came to me just two days after graduation, and seemed to be something of fate and saving grace. He was a friend of a friend who had somehow heard about my situation of being kicked out. He got my number from someone and reached out to me.
His offer essentially was I could live with him, but in exchange I would have to be his submissive slave. At this point I essentially had two options: get a home in exchange for giving up my life or attempt to survive out on the streets.
I messaged him back and met with him the next day just to discuss the offer. A day later I was at my new home.
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The Offer
RomanceSomeone reached out to me asking to write a BDSM story, so here it is. It's essentially about a women who took up an offer of being a submissive slave in exchange for housing. Every chapter is essentially a new task, punishment, or rule her dominant...
