How I Became A Ukrainian Love Slave

It was a very warm day in Honolulu, Hawaii. But it wasn’t summer

time. It was Autumn. As I stood outside my apartment balcony, I

saw her swimming and loitering around with her friends. She was

so drop dead gorgeous and was attracted to her.

As for who I am, my name is Natasha Romanov. I had immigrated from

Kiev to America about two years ago. I am 34 years old; with pale

complexion, long black hair, blue eyes, a very slender body and 5

foot 9. 

I am also single and wasn’t sure if I was a lesbian or bisexual

until I saw her. Her name was Sheila. She had nice tanned

complexion; about 5 foot 6, also had a nice fit body and long

black hair.

Sheila lived in the same apartment block as I did. While she lived

with her parents on the second floor, I lived on the fifth floor.

From what I heard she was also single, was a college student and

was 19 years of age. Her father is a white Anglo American with

some tint of Irish blood while her mother was a native Hawaiian

Polynesian woman.

I just stood there watching her swim, laugh and play ball with her

friends.

I had talked with her before, while swimming in the swimming pool.

She was so nice and friendly. She also had no idea that I was into

her.

That same evening I went down by the bar next to the swimming pool.

I sat down by the bar and ordered a drink for myself. To my luck,

Sheila also came down to that bar that same night.

Sheila came and sat next to me.

“Hello Sheila how’s college?” I asked.

“College is cool. But to be honest I think I would be happier if I

got my own place,” she smiled at me.

Sheila ordered a drink and the bar tender brought it for her.

“You don’t like living with your parents?” I knew I was being

snoopy but she did bring it up.

“It is about my privacy Natasha. I think if I am by myself I

wouldn’t have to explain anything to my parents, including why

I come home late,” Sheila sighed.

“You have a boyfriend?” I asked.

“Broke up with my last one some months ago. Guys can be assholes

at times,” Sheila said.

It was music to my ears. She was having man-problems. Maybe if I

am lucky she might give women a try.

“Sorry to hear that Sheila. I really am,” I tried best sounding

sincere and tried looking sincere.

“Hey Sheila my parents would be out for the weekend. I will have

the whole place to myself on Friday and Saturday night. Why don’t

you come over to my place this Friday. We could have pizza together

and watch a DVD or something,” Sheila suggested.

I couldn’t believe what I heard. She was inviting me to come over

to her place. I had a much better idea.

“How about you come over to mine? I’ll cook us dinner and we can

watch something together,” I smiled.

“Tell you what. I’ll be over at yours by seven. But don’t cook

anything. I would rather have pizza. I enjoy having pizza with

friends while watching some film,” Sheila said.

“I am ok with that. As for movie what did you have in mind?

Romance? Comedy? Action?” I kept asking.

“How about horror?” she suggested.

I really didn’t like horror films but knew that I had no choice.

“Horror it is then,” I smiled.

“I’ll bring the horror films then,” she smiled.

FRIDAY AFTERNOON

It was only 5PM. I was in the kitchen, having coffee. Italian

coffee. As I was sipping my coffee, I knew that I had to tell her.

Perhaps that evening. I had to tell her that I really really liked

her. I couldn’t keep it all inside anymore.

My real fear was rejection.

I had to tell her. I could even use her own arguments against her.

If guys gave her problems then perhaps she should give women a try. 

Or a woman.

I finished my coffee and started cleaning up the place my place

wasn’t so dirty but I was trying to please her. 

My apartment had a living room, the small corridor that united

the space that had the front door, the kitchen entrance, the dining

table and it led to another small corridor that adjoined with two

bedrooms and a bathroom.

I was just so excited to have her come and spend the night with me.

I already contemplated it all in my head.  I would tell her all

this after the movie (or movies) are over.

I really hope that she would give me a chance.

FRIDAY EVENING

There was a knock on the door. I opened it.

“Hey Natasha, you gonna let me in,” Sheila smiled.

“Come in,” I let her through.

She had 2 DVDs in her hands. She showed them to me.

“I brought The Ring and I brought The Grudge,” she smiled.

The two horror films were the American remakes of the original

Japanese ones.

I closed the door and walked towards where the landline was. I

had a pizza menu card with me.

“So what do you want to order? It’s on me,” I offered.

I thought it was best if I behaved like the gentleman so that

way she would appreciate me even more.

“Really,” she smiled.

“I’ll pay. You’re my guest remember,” I smiled.

“Thanks,” she smiled.

I handed her the cart.  She was looking through. We decided to go

by a set. A large pizza with pineapple, salami and cheese on it.

some set of garlic bread. Some set of chicken wings. A bottle of coke.

I dialled the pizza number and told them my order and where I lived.

I hung up.

“Pizza will be here in half-an-hour” I said to Sheila.

“So maybe we should put the movie in when we have the pizza,” she

smiled.

“Well we don’t want to spoil the film and have the pizza delivered

while we’re in the middle of it,” I chuckled.

Sheila chuckled back.

“You’re so funny Natasha. That is why I like you,” she said.

She likes me? I do have a chance.

“Hey Nat can I use your bathroom,” Sheila asked.

For you anything, I thought.

“Please do,” I offered.

I saw Sheila walked towards the bathroom. She opened the bathroom

door and then closed it behind her.

She is all mine. I was just so excited.

The pizza arrived at my doorstep by 7:40PM. I paid the delivery boy

and gave him a tip.

We sat down by the sofa in the living room. I turned on the tv and

my DVD player. I put The Ring on. All the lights were turned off

except for the kitchen light. It was to give the whole film an

atmosphere.

As we watched the film, we were digging in to our pizzas and

garlic bread, putting on plates and drinking the cola bottle drinks

on glasses.

Sheila and I sat on the same couch. I would sometimes turn to stare

at her. She just kept on staring directly at the television. She

really seemed to have enjoyed her horror films.

We finally finished watching The Ring and by then we also finished

the pizza that I ordered. After I put everything away except for the

cola bottle and glasses, we started on The Grudge. This time I

turned off the kitchen lights so that it gets really dark.

The Grudge was bit eerier, even for me. But I noticed that unlike

The Ring, Sheila sat much closer to me.

Whenever there was a very frightening moment at the film, she

would get scared and then start hugging me, saying,

“Oh God. It’s coming for her. It’s coming for her.”

“Don’t worry. I am here to protect you,” I hugged her back.

I smiled as everything was slowly working out to be more

convenient for me.

“This movie really is scary,” Sheila whispered to me.

“I know,” I agreed.

I wanted to agree. I put my arm around her waist, as I was

much taller.

When The Grudge was over, I turned off the DVD and turned on

the living room light.

“Too bad I only brought two films,” Sheila smiled.

I looked at my living room clock. It was 11PM.

“Wow. It is only eleven but I am up for another film,” she

looked at me. I stared at her but did not really smile.

“Is something wrong Natasha? Are you ok?” she came and put both

her hands on the sides of my arms.

I had to tell her. I had to tell her about the way I felt about her.

“Sheila there is something I need to tell you,” I said,

“Tell me? Tell me about what?” she wanted to know.

“I know that this has been more convenient for me…” I hesitated.

“What…what has been convenient for you,” she still had had

hands on my arms.

I starred down at her as she looked up to me. 

“That you were not seeing anyone anymore,” I said.

“You..…you mean you broke up too?” she was confused.

“Sheila. I am going to say something to you. Please don’t be afraid,”

I said.

Sheila let go off my hands.

“I promise I won’t be,” Sheila smiled.

“I…..I  really like you,” I said.

She stared at me.

“Would you care to elaborate? I mean I am getting some idea but I

would like to be sure..” she said.

“Yes Sheila. I really like you. I find myself attracted to you.

Honestly I kind of feel embarrassed now that I have said it,” I sighed.

This was the moment I was dreading.

“So let me get this straight. You are a lesbian or bisexual and you

want to be with me,” Sheila looking serious and then smiling.

“Yes Sheila,” I nodded.

“Hey Nat. You really are a very pretty woman. I am glad you said

this,” Sheila smiling warmly at me.

“Really?” I was surprised

The next thing I wanted to ask her was whether she felt the same

way about me too.

“Honestly I have never been with a woman before. I mean I always

wanted to try it out. To see if it would work,” she said.

“Look. Maybe we can give it a shot,” I was excited.

“Hey sweety. What about we go sit down in the kitchen and I’ll

make us something to drink.  I will tell you why I broke up with

my boyfriend,” Sheila said.

She was going to tell me why her last relationship failed.

When we were sat down in the kitchen she made us both cups of

coffee. 

Sheila told me that her last relationship failed because of the

way her last boyfriend and the way he behaved.

I finally found out the answer.

“So….he was not into sexual bondage and being tied up and being

used as a human toy,” I said.

“Well like I said. I wanted to try something like this out. He

really didn’t care that much about me to let it try it out on

him. What a waste of my own time,” Sheila looking down on the

table.

I knew what Sheila was talking about. It was called BDSM. I

have heard and read about it but never tried it out.

I felt sorry for Sheila. She really was into something like this.

I wanted Sheila……badly.

“Sheila…would you like to try it out,” I offered.

“You really mean it,” Sheila’s eyes shot with excitement.

I nodded.

“If that is what you want,” I said.

I was thinking about her coming to me.

“Yes Nat. that is what I want,” Sheila got up from her seat,

came to me and hugged me. I hugged her back.

I didn’t know what I was getting myself into but all I knew was

that I would end up having sex with her and ours bodies touching.

I wanted to start a relationship with her. If I was more complying

she would eventually have to be mine. People who loved people often

gave them what they want and now I am giving her something that her

ex did not give her.

“Nat can we try it out. Tonight,” she looked at me.

I hesitated but she was all I could think about.

“Yes Sheila. We can try it out tonight. But you are going to have to

tell me how this works and what we are going to have to do,” I said.

“You mean what you’re going to have to do,” she giggled.

           ****************

It was just after midnight. We were both inside my bedroom.

“Can I look at your drawers?” she asked me.

“Feel free,” I allowed her.

Sheila started opening up my cabinet drawers until I finally saw

her really smile.

“Ok Natasha this is how it works. This is how the game works. Tonight

you are my slave. You only live to serve me and please me and refer

to me as Mistress,” Sheila said to me.

“Ok…Mistress,” I smiled.

Sheila gave me a hard stare.

“You have a bedside lamp…slave. Turn it on,” she ordered me.

“Yes…mistress,” I responded.

As I went to switch on my bedside light, I saw my “Mistress” walked

towards the bedroom door and slightly closing it.

“Slave I want you to take off all your clothes and put them here on

this chair,” my Mistress pointed to my desk by my table PC.

“As you command Mistress,” I tried playing this through, remembering

lines from porn films that I have seen over at other females’ friends

house.

I started stripping out of all my clothes and once I was fully naked

I brought all my clothes towards by the desk and dumped them there.

My Mistress switched off my bedroom light. Only light source that was

on now was from the bedside lamp.

“You have a nice body slave. Nice tits,” she complimented me.

I was covering my black pubic hair and my breasts.

“Thank you Mistress,” I said.

“Now stop covering them as I want to fully see them,” she yelled

at me.

I was scared but knew had to be totally obedient.

“Yes Mistress,” I let go of my breasts and pubic hair so that my

Mistress could see my entire body.

My Mistress walked towards me and started fondling my breasts.

She was then putting her fingers at both my nipples, twitching them.

It made me feel uncomfortable but I could see happiness and joy at

my Mistress’s face.

“I like your nipples. I want to pull at them,” My Mistress pulled

both my nipples.

I screamed but did nothing.

“This really feels nice. I think I like pulling your nipples,"

My Mistress pulled at them once more.

I screamed but my Mistress just laughed.

“Ouch. That hurts,” I complained.

My Mistress gave ma hard slap on the face.

“You do not speak until spoken to. You are my slave and I am your

owner,” My Mistress scolded me.

“I’m sorry Mistress. Won’t happen again,” I shook my head fearfully.

“You better not let it,” My Mistress pointed a finger at me. She made

me feel low, as if I deserved to be slapped just now. It hurt and it

was my fault.

She continued to stare hard at me.

She walked towards my bed, took both my pillow and blanket and put

them along with my clothes that were stacked on my desk chair.

“Now I want you to lie face down on the bed,” My Mistress commanded.

“Yes Mistress,” I turned around and climbed on top of my own bed.

I lied face down.

I could hear My Mistress searching for some things in my drawers.

She then finally came on top of the bed. I felt my wrists and ankles

being tied, which I presumed to my four bed posts. She tied me really

hard.

“You really have a nice ass,” heard and felt My Mistress fondling with

my ass cheeks.

“Thank you Mistress,” I responded.

“You know you have been living here in Hawaii and have not really

developed a proper tan. Your ass is still very white. Now I want you

to still keep your mouth shut while I get some more stuff,” she commanded.

After a minute, I felt her hand on the back of my hair. She pulled it very

hardly by the side of the back of my head and saw her put something in

front of my mouth. It smelled like one of my underwear.

“Open your mouth slave,” My Mistress commanded.

I opened my mouth. As my mouth remained open, My Mistress pulled my

underwear towards my opened mouth and tied around my head. I could not

scream but could still breathe and moan.

After another minutes, My Mistress whispered to me.

“Close your eyes slave,” My Mistress commanded.

I closed my eyes. I felt my Mistress blindfolding so that I could

not see anything. I could not even open my eyelids.

“I always wanted to have a nice white slave. You may not be an Anglo

but I heard about you East European types. I heard that you were

called the Perfect whores, willing to do anything for your customers,”

My Mistress was teasing me.

I wasn’t sure whether to nod or not until she spanked my ass.

I moaned in pain.

“Answer me,” My Mistress screamed.

I nodded my head.

“You have such a nice white ass. I think it’s about time you got it

tanned,” My Mistress making cruel sneers.

She kept on spanking my ass. It really hurt. I moaned and moaned in

pain. I felt tears flowing down my eyes. This was like Ukrainian Public

School where disobedient female students were whipped or spanked on

their asses by their teachers.

“My hands are tired. I don’t think I want to dirty my beautiful

Hawaiian hands by spanking your inferior ass,” My Mistress said.

I heard her getting off my bed. I heard her walk up to my table and

pulled out something. It sounded like she was taking out my ruler. My

eighteenth inch metal ruler.

My Mistress came back on top of the bed and felt something cold and

steely moving on my ass.

And then a WHACK.

I moaned in pain, more tears flowing down my closed eyes.

As she kept on WHACKING MY ASS, she was giggling. She really enjoyed

this. My pain was her pleasure.

I didn’t keep count. I wanted this WHACKING to be over. She not only

hurt me but made me feel like a little school girl.

I felt the metal ruler landing by my side.

I felt her tongue running all over my bruised ass. It really really

hurt. Contact between normal flesh and injured wounded flesh would hurt

the flesh that was wounded. She was licking all over my right buttock

and then kissing it and smooching at it.

I struggled helplessly in pain.

After my right buttock, she then went on to lick her tongue at my left

buttock. The tip of her tongue was making the pain feel worse. I tried

shaking my head so as to forget the pain inflicted upon me. She was

then kissing it and smooching at it too.

When she was done using her tongue and lips on my ass, I felt her hands

pulling my ass cheeks apart.

“Your ass looks nice and red now. Now I want you to stay put. Your

Mistress will be back,” My Mistress got off the bed.

Heard the bedroom door open.  Five minutes later she returned. She came

back on top of the bed.

I felt something wet and sticky being poured at the back of my neck. She

took one of my bottled vodka drinks and used it on me.  After pouring it

on my back, I felt her tongue lapping away at the back of my neck. Oh

that felt so good. Now this was what I wanted from My Mistress. Some

tender loving care and affection.

I felt more cold sticky liquid being poured all over my back. I also

felt My Mistress lapping her tongue away at my back, from the top of my

neck all the way down to just above my ass.

She stopped licking my body and then heard her drink the bottle down.

As I laid there comfortable faced down, the unexpected happened.

I felt the tip of my bottle being pushed up my ass.

I struggled in pain.

I heard My Mistress laughing.

My ass was being penetrated and invaded by one of my own bottles.

It felt like a dildo. It was being used as one. While a dildo was clean,

this was not. Bottle tips were sticky and felt uncomfortable.

As she was hurting my ass, she was pulling my long black hair.

“Giddy up horsey. Giddy up,” My Mistress taunted me.

Having my hair yanked was not as painful as having my ass assaulted.

I felt my asshole breaking and felt tears continuing flowing down my

blue eyes.

I lost count but the assaults finally stopped for what to me felt

like hours.

I also lost some consciousness and was woken up by a hard spank on my

ass. I realised that I was not tied, up, not blindfolded nor my mouth

covered.

“Turn around,” My Mistress commanded.

I turned my body around feely but still felt PAIN on my ass.

I laid my back on the top of my bed.

My Mistress then came and sat on my tummy. She then moved her face

towards mine and kissed me passionately on the lips.

“That is a good slave but I am afraid I am going to have tie you up

again, My Mistress told me.

She tied me up in a spread eagled manner. Unlike before, I was not

faced down but looking up towards the ceiling. My ass touching the

surface of my own bed was stinging my ass.

“There now you look helpless once more,” My Mistress chuckled.

She lied on top of me and we were kissing passionately on the lips.

This was what I wanted.

She stopped kissing me and then came to my ear.

“Tell you what. I lick your pussy and you lick mine,” My Mistress

getting up from me and re-positioning her body so that she faced my

pussy.

“Yes Mistress,” I said.

As her pussy went on top of my face, I lapped my tongue at it. I

tried licking it and felt her cum coming down to my mouth. I opened

my mouth, savouring the liquid and felt some of her liquid pouring

down to the rest of my face. I felt nice to have My Mistress’s

tongue at my sex. It felt so good. So nice.

As we were licking each other’s pussy, My Mistress stopped licking

mine and also got her body off mine.

“Ok slave. Time to cover your eyes and mouth again,” My Mistress

gave me a wicked smile.

She blindfolded me and covered my mouth once more.

I heard her walk out the bedroom door only to hear her come in again.

I smelled something as she came on top of the bed.

I smelled candle wax.

I then felt something stinging my right nipple. I helplessly

struggled in vain without being able to fully scream.

It really hurt. My right nipple felt like it was being burnt at

its top tip.

It was happening not just to the tip of my nipple but was also

starting to go all over my right breast.

My Mistress was making this kiddish giggle.

After feeling my right breast being purposely hurt, I then felt

my left nipple being stung, also by its top tip. 

I shook my head frantically.

I felt the rest of my left breast being stung.

“You boobs are looking nice and red now,” My Mistress

cruelly taunted.

The burning feeling on my breasts was far too much for me to

bear. Tears flowed down my eyes.

Despite the paining sensation I was feeling, I heard her out

the candle down by my bedside table.

I felt My Mistress pushing my HURTING BOOBS together and realised

that she was tying my breasts together.

She was binding them together.

“Now that looks really nice,” My Mistress laughed.

She spanked them hard.

I moaned in real extreme pain.

I realised that my nipples were being clamped on. She must be

using my own cloth clippers on my nipples. Both nipples.

My nipples were stinging as they were being held out firmly.

“Now just lie there. I’ll be right back,” My Mistress commanded.

I heard My Mistress walk out and then come back again.

I felt her coming on top of my bed.

Before I knew it, I felt something fast, cold and sharp assaulting

my pussy.

“Surprise slave. I got something for your smelly Ukrainian pussy,”

My Mistress taunted.

My pussy was being assaulted by what felt…like a bottle.

My Mistress was once more assaulting my sexual organs with one of

vodka bottles. This time it was my pussy.  She kept on assaulting

it until I started cumming on it. I could not scream so my moans

came out.

“You really like that don’t you, you dirty whore,” My Mistress

making fun of me.

I cummed out of excitement over a bottle stuck on my pussy,

despite the fact that it was breaking my front hole.

After fucking me vigorously on my pussy, I felt it being pulled

out of my pussy. I felt my mouth cover being pulled out.

“Open your mouth bitch," My Mistress commanded.

I opened my mouth up.

I felt the tip of the bottle entering my jaw.

“Now suck your dirty cum from this bottle,” My Mistress shoving

it hard against the back of my mouth. It did hurt but I

automatically started sucking on the bottle.

I have given blowjobs before but sucking on a bottle was a new

experience. It was cold and not flesh. It felt uncomfortable but

also like I am being made a part of some factory.

“Suck. Suck. Suck,” My Mistress taunting me.

I sucked like I was giving a blowjob to something not alive.

My Mistress eventually pulled the bottle out of my mouth and

put it away.

“You have been a good slave. But I want you to still keep your

mouth open,” My Mistress commanded.

I kept my mouth open and still was not able to see.

But I could still smell.

I smelled salty piss.

My Mistress was pissing on my mouth.

“Now keep it open,” My Mistress yelled.

The taste of salty piss on my mouth felt vulgar. Not something

wonderful at all.

I felt her pussy touching my lips.

“Now lick me clean slave,” My Mistress commanded.

I obeyed. I started cleaning her pussy with my tongue. I cleaned

until she told me to stop.

After a while, I heard her giggling.

“You have been such a good slave. I think I am going to spend

the night here,” My Mistress said.

She took off the clamps from my nipples.

She then put my mouth cover on again.

I heard her walk towards my desk chair, took my pillow and felt

it placed by the left side of my upper arm.

“I had so much fun tonight,” My Mistress was playing with my

black hair.

I then felt my blanket being used to cover me and My Mistress.

I then heard My Mistress turning the bedside lamp off.

“We are going to have so much fun tomorrow. I really do think

this is the start of a nice beautiful relationship,” My Mistress

was massaging my left breast, and then my right one.

My Mistress eventually fell asleep while still hugging my breasts.

I would sometimes fall asleep but only momentarily woken up with

her squeezing my breasts.

But deep down, I knew she was mine. Or I was hers.

The price I paid for it:   my freedom.