Most of the time I consider myself a sex slave. It all started when I quit my relationship I had been in for a while. I moved out and needed a place to stay. I found this cheap, because money was really scarce, cheap one room garage apartment. The owner offered me the place for $250 a month. I was also looking for a job and he said he had an opening at his office for receptionist/clerk, it paid $11 an hour. After I took the job he told me that I could stay in the garage apartment for free and he let me use his car to run errands and he took me to work and back so I wouldn't have to ride the bus.

When he started to make moves on me I told him I was really a lesbian, but when I told him he got more than just a little upset. He came up to my apartment and asked me to say it slowly and out loud that I was a lesbian. I was as clear as I could be, I made up stories of relationships from high school until the girl I had just broke up with. I told him I was not into dick I was into pussy, when I went to a restaurant I scoped out the girls, I liked girls who were simple and wore dresses, I liked girls who were skinny and wore their hair short, I wasn't into girls with lots of tattoos and I liked girls who were 100% lesbians, I wasn't interested in girls who were experimenting or were bisexual.

He told me that isn't what he had planned for. I asked him just what had he planned for? He said, he thought that I would move downstairs with him and play house, he thought I was the kind of girl who liked to play house.

We went to work together, and he loaned me his car and he didn't charge me rent. Then one night he came upstairs to my apartment and walked in. I was ironing. He said we had to change our arrangement. He had found a lady who would rent the apartment for $450 a month and that meant $700 to him, because he was giving me $250 for free. That I could move downstairs with him but he wanted me to play house with him. If I played house then I wouldn't have to go to work. And the lady was moving in over the following weekend.

Playing house meant that I slept with him, not only taking care of the house. He gave me the left side of the bed because he wanted the right side in case he had to get up and use the bathroom he didn't have to wake me up. He gave me the two top drawers of the dresser and one side of the closet. He wanted me to get used to him having sex with me so not to wear any underwear when I went to bed. If I wore underwear that was a signal to him that I was on my period.

He had me quit my job and gave it to another girl who applied and I stayed home to play house. At first I thought that I would find a job and leave. For a couple of days I looked for jobs but they were far away and I didn't like them. I went along with his wishes and the new woman who moved in thought I had been there a long time. She worked for the municipal utility district and was divorced. We talked and I ended up telling her what my arrangement was.

I told her I was a sex slave. If she had never met a sex slave then I was it. Just for her to know. She told me that she hadn't had sex for six years since before she got divorced and she had to keep house and take care of everything else and go to work. I told her it is different when you want to be a sex slave. I have to or I don't have a place to live. That's why it is different.