Sarah becomes a slave

Sarah hesitated a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew once she did it there would be no going back, she took a deep breath and pressed the button “submit”.
The message she had posted contained only her email address and one word. The message in question was posted in the email slave thread of warp my mind forums, and the word she had provided was her trigger.
Sarah had discovered warpmymind a few weeks prior to this event, at first dismissing it offhandedly as nonsense she left, but later something drew her back to the site. She had been initially wary of many of the fetish related files and opted instead to try a less deviant file to listen to, but the idea of some of those fetish files stayed with her, she wanted to try but wasn’t too sure, until one day, about half a week after discovering the site she downloaded a file to be turned into an email slave, this way, she thought, she could remain anonymous, and it wouldn’t really count as being unfaithful to her partner, would it? Every day for 2 weeks she listened to the file, its commands working further into her brain, and each evening she would sit there, hesitating in front of her monitor with the word “submit” hanging there.
In her mind she was thinking, “I’ve finally done it, I have offered myself to potentially anyone online, to use me as a slave”, the very idea both excited her and terrified her at the same time. She couldn’t stop thinking about it all day, the idea of being completely controlled by a complete stranger, even if for a short while. As she returned home later that evening she eagerly rushed toward her computer and onto her email account and was thrilled to see a 5 in brackets beside the link to her inbox. She clicked to go to her inbox with nervous anticipation, 2 of the messages weren’t related to her earlier post; one of them being from Facebook and one from her boyfriend asking her to come round for something important in about an hour’s time. Sarah reasoned that an hour was sufficient for the other 3 messages. Upon opening the 1st one she saw the trigger, and an order for her to post 4 pictures of herself naked online, without thinking or resisting she obeyed, stripping down to her bare skin, and with her camera taking 4 pictures in provocative poses before posting them. Her cheeks were flush and burned with both shame at the destruction of the anonymity she had hoped for, yet also with a bit of excitement. Sarah would normally never have done anything like that, a testament to the effectiveness of the file. The second email heralded as did the first, her trigger word and a command for her. She was to wear clothespegs on each of her nipples for the next 24 hours, she obeyed, and couldn’t bring herself to disobey and remove them, with horror she thought about having to go to her boyfriend’s house like this.
The third and final email contained the trigger, a command, and an audio file. The command was for her to listen to the file, then forget its contents, but still obey them completely. 15 minutes later she was sitting in front of her computer, earphones in, stark naked and with clothes pegs on her nipples, realising she had no recollection of the past 15 minutes, wondering what the file had said.
Suddenly she as aware of the time, she had to leave for her boyfriends soon, and had to put her clothes back on, but instead of donning the ones she had previously shed, she instead went to her room, and chose out tight revealing clothes, and put them on, without any undergarments. And left. Sarah had no idea why she chose that attire, “it must be that file” she thought as she arrived at her partners door and knocked.
It was her boyfriend, James, who answered the door, and looked at her, in her provocative attire, and realised with horror that the outlines of the clothespegs that were painfully biting in to her nipples were clearly visible. James had obviously noticed but said nothing except “come in”.
Sarah entered and went to the living room, but instead of sitting on the sofa as she normally would she knelt in the centre of the room, again without thinking, this puzzled and worried her, what was in that file? And what would her boyfriend think?
Oddly, James did not seem perturbed in the slightest by this behaviour, and Sarah was startled when James said to her, “slave, present yourself to your master properly”. “yes master”, she replied and removed her top, her clamped nipples sitting erect on top of her breasts. She was alarmed by this, “how did he know?” , “was it him who sent the file?”.
“I am disappointed in you Sarah, don’t you wish to remain faithful to me?”, said James
“James, I have always been faithful to you” replied Sarah,
“if that is so, then why have you offered yourself as a slave online”
“how did you find out about that?” she gasped, before continuing “ I didn’t class that as being unfaithful”
“last week, when you were searching through your history to show me a site, I noticed a page that seemed odd, and had recurred every day as you scrolled through. I looked at that page, a forum for email slaves, and today noticed your email appear in it.”, James answered, “why did you do it?”.
“I don’t know completely, It started out as a slight fantasy to be controlled, hypnotised to be a slave, it turned me on, eventually I decided to try out my fantasy”
“and why didn’t you just tell me your fantasy to act out?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t want you to think I was odd, or reject me”
“and so you decided to offer yourself to anyone online, like an unfaithful slut?”
“yes, im sorry, I really shouldn’t have done anything like this behind your back”.
James then said “ I suppose by now you realise it was me who sent that file”
“yes” was Sarah’s reply
“and now you know that I’m aware of your fantasy, and am not repulsed by it what will you do?” asked james.
Sarah replied with a question “ will you help me act out my fantasy then?”
“on the condition that you ignore any emails in reply to the email slave post, then yes, I will accommodate your desire to be a hypnotised slave.”
“oh thank you, of course I would love to be your slave” was sarahs enthusiastic reply, this was what she had wanted, what she had wished for all along.
James then said “ excellent, my slave, in the file I sent earlier, there were many things included, I allowed you to make up your own mind about whether or not you wanted this, but the contents of the file were for in the event you said yes. Not only will you obey me as a slave, but your senses will obey me too, after weeks of hypnosis with the email slave file, you obeyed me in giving control of your senses over to me, I can make you feel pain or pleasure, I can make you smell and taste whatever I wish, I can let you see and hear, or cause darkness and silence for you. I can cause you to feel anything ropes, restraints, punishments or toys. Is this what you want?”
To sarah this was like heaven, it all sounded so perfect to her, her fantasies and desires all offered to her. “yes master” was her reply. She did not want to, and could not disobey him.
“now you cannot speak until I allow you, slave”
*nod*
“remove the rest of your clothes”
And the clothes were removed, sarah not showing the slightest hesitation, not thinking for herself, just obeying her master, all she wanted to do.
James walked up to her, held her wrists together behind her back, “feel the tight ropes encircling your wrists, binding them together”, all of a sudden her wrists were bound, not with real ropes, but rops of the mind that held her stronger than any real rope could”
“feel the ropes tightening round your ankles, and going between your ankles and wrists, holding you in a kneeling position.” And with those words the slave was even more helpless.
“feel your holes being filled, all 3 of them with vibrating toys, these toys will give you pleasure, but will offer no release, you will not be able to cum” what felt like 3 vibrating, pulsating appendages immediately filled the slaves holes, stretching her, and teasing and tormenting her.
“now feel hands roaming all over your body, pinching and teasing, feel the strike of a crop, and that of a hand spanking you.” Sarah squirmed in her invisible bonds. Loving every second of her slavery, and jumping slightly at every strike
“now slave, im going to leave you like this for a while, once I count to 3 you will not be able to see or hear, just feel, until I allow you to have your sight and hearing back. Im going to leave you for a while, maybe get something to eat, I may even go to bed and come for you in the morning. “ sarah silently protested, even though the idea sounded very desirable to her “ 1,2,3” and her senses were cut off, all apart from touch, she could feel the ropes, the toys, the hands and the crops, an assault on her sense of touch, magnified by the loss of the rest of her senses, she just kneeled there, enjoying her predicament alone, or so she thought.
James hadn’t left the room as he had said, he just sat on the sofa, watching his slave, and thinking of all the fun he could have with her in the future.