So, I'm not sure where this might go. This is the first time I've been allowed to use the computer in months and I decided I wanted to put this out somewhere. To be clear, I don't regret my situation. I'm still getting used to it, but overall things could have gone pretty badly, and this isn't so bad.

I'm kind of the last of my branch in the family tree. Which is just as well, since my lineage comes from southern slave owners. My parents died in a car accident several years back and every other relative I have heard of is dead as well. I did research a while back, before I lost my apartment, hoping that if I ever managed to make something of myself I could surprise the descendants of the people my great great grandparents kept as slaves with reparations.

But I never did. It turns out I couldn't deal with things on my own, and I ended up living on the street for a while. I didn't know what was going to happen. I didn't have any friends, no family that would care about me anyway. But I had an idea, one day, I figured the worst that could happen is that I'd be rejected and still be living on the street like I already was.

I went to the library and got the address of the only person whose family I could still track down, a woman living, thankfully enough, not that far from where I was staying. I scraped up some change and printed out a few pages to show I was telling the truth, and I paid her a visit.

I told her the truth, that my family had done horrible things to her family, that I wanted to do something for it but that I had recently become homeless. And then I made a proposal. I would give myself to her as the reparation instead, she could do whatever she wanted to me, make me do anything she wanted me to do, and reinforce it however she wanted, and she was completely free to send me away if she ever decided to do so. The only thing I got out of the deal was that I'd have a place to stay.

She sent me outside for a while, I think it was about an hour before she told me to come back inside. She had me take a shower, then she gave me a long shirt to wear to sleep in, and laid out a thick blanket and a pillow in the bottom of her linen closet. She didn't tell me whether she had decided to take my offer or not, but I wasn't going to push it especially since she was letting me sleep inside for the night at least.

The next day, she woke me up. She said she was going to take me up on my offer, but she wanted me to sign a contract. She'd been in touch with a friend of hers who was a lawyer and he drew something up for her. She gave me some old clothes of hers, and drove me to meet him. Now, I'm not stupid, I know a contract wouldn't keep me from leaving or going to the police or whatever, and she knew that as well. But, I did sign over as much control of my life as I legally could that day, and I signed a few papers for her personal benefit, giving her my word that I would keep my side of the deal and act as if she could in fact legally do anything she wanted to me with or without my consent.

Now, what I was expecting wasn't precisely what I got. I figured it would be difficult to adjust to being someone else's property, I was never particularly interested in that sort of thing before, but given that we were both women I assumed the furthest my servitude would go was chores, probably having to do something humiliating here and there simply because she had that power, and maybe being punished somehow if I did something she didn't like.

When we got back to her place, the first thing she told me to do was strip. I was honestly dumbfounded. The order didn't quite register for me at first, and she slapped me. Lightly, but enough to hurt and to jerk me back to reality. So I quickly did as she had ordered me to do. I was scared, I didn't know what she was going to do, but I tried to keep in mind what I had just signed over.

She told me that as long as we were alone, or whenever I was ordered to, I would be naked. Something I didn't know before all this was that she is a lesbian. After having me strip, she "inspected" me, feeling my breasts and my ass... When she started feeling around my pussy I instinctively pushed her hand away and tried to back away. She slapped my wrists and tied them behind my back, before continuing to feel around, this time holding me in place.

The next thing she did was, she dragged me over to the couch and pushed me to my knees in front of it. She sat down in front of me. She held my chin and forced me to look her in the eye before telling me in no uncertain terms that I was to address her as "my Queen" or "your Majesty", even in public no matter who was around. She asked me if I understood, and the only answer she would accept was for me to say clearly "Yes, my Queen." When she was satisfied, she ordered me to kiss her shoes until I was ordered to stop. When I hesitated she forced my head down onto the one shoe with the other. She spent the next 2 hours watching TV while I kissed her shoes.

Things were comparatively more like what I expected for a while after that. Mostly just chores, dishes, laundry, sweeping and dusting. She let me wear a small faux fur trimmed coat to take the trash out. When I say small, it was just long enough to cover my butt if I didn't lift my arms. Needless to say that night time was the time to take trash out. When she was home and watching TV, if I wasn't busy I would be sitting at her feet at the couch watching with her, like you'd expect to see a dog. I wasn't allowed on the furniture unless she ordered it. She bought me a leather collar to wear almost all the time, with "Snow Bunny" on the tag.

Things eventually became more overtly sexual. I'm not a lesbian, I've never been interested in women, and I'm still getting used to it, but there is a mindset that I can get into where I'm not only okay with it but I can actually enjoy it. I think the first thing she ordered me to do sexually was masturbation. She wanted me to lay down on the floor in front of her and finger myself to orgasm while looking into her eyes. The first time she wanted me to eat her out I couldn't easily bring my mouth that close to another woman's vagina. After having a coiled up extension cord across my ass a few times I found it to be a much easier task. I sleep in the linen closet still, but under certain circumstances she lets me sleep in her bed with her.

Her punishments are harsh, and not always physical. She's bought several things to use as implements for spanking, she's used hot wax, alligator clips, tiger balm... Sometimes she'll have me stand/sit in the corner like a child, write something degrading on my body/face... She's used sex acts she knows I don't like as punishments... All kinds of things. After I've been punished and she forgives me, though, she becomes very kind and comforting.

When she wants to reward me, that varies about as much the punishments. I'll still have my regular duties, but I'll have more privileges. Like being allowed to use the computer, for instance. She knows I'm straight, so as a win-win for me she'll sometimes set me up with someone she knows for meaningless straight sex instead. This is quite different from servicing her male friends when they come over whether I feel like it or not. And of course simple things, like snack foods she wouldn't otherwise let me have because she's keeping me on a diet. She can be a bit mean about that as well, eating a Krispy Kreme or something in front of me when she knows I want one, while I'm eating some meal she's plotted out to give me enough to eat to keep fit and have enough energy for exercise and anything else she has me do every day. Exercise, as far as she's concerned, being specifically to maintain a feminine figure for her enjoyment of course.

I don't know much of what's going to happen in the future. She's said that if she ever does plan on letting me go, she'll probably give/sell me to someone else, which I might be fine with though to be honest I'd probably miss her a lot. She's also said that she's considering legally changing my name to Snow Bunny, and she's actually bought me several tee shirts with that written on it to wear in public. I'm not entirely sure what the relevance of that name is, but if she feels it necessary to legally change my name to that, I won't complain.

Wow, that was long. I don't know if anyone's going to still be reading this far down, but thank you for reading what I have to say. Again, as up and down as this has been, it could have ended up being a lot worse, and it's certainly better than living on the street. Even if nobody else reads this, at least I can say I put it out there.