Hello. My name is Katie Chang, and this is the story of how I became my best friend’s slave.

One Thursday in October, I was called out of math class to the principal’s office.

“Miss Chang,” Mr. Grady told me, “your father’s been in a car accident. He’s alive, but he’s badly injured.”

As tears streamed down my face, Mr. Grady explained what had happened. He had been T-boned by a drunk driver at an intersection. Even worse, Dad had been laid off last month, and they had no health insurance. And with the car a wreck, the only way we could pay the medical bills was if Dad sold me. I was his eldest daughter, and the only one over sixteen (I was seventeen, to be precise).

“It’ll take a few days to get you sold to a broker,” he said. “If I were you, I’d say goodbye to your friends.”

When I came out of the principal’s office, my best friend Melissa was there.

“Katie! What’s wrong?” she asked.

I told her what had happened.

“Oh no.” Melissa wrapped her arms around me. We held each other just a little bit longer than you might expect, but everyone knew how close we were. We had met at a public pool when we were both nine, and become instant friends, despite the gap in our families’ incomes. My mother had died years ago, and my father – until recently – worked at a catering business. Melissa’s parents could have sent her to any school she wanted – her father was CEO of an investment firm – but she insisted on going to Jackson High with me.

We were both quite similar in build – short, slim, small breasts. We were very athletic, swimming and gymnastics being shared passions. We could not be confused for blood sisters – I was Asian, while Melissa was white – but one person had wondered if we were adoptive sisters. More wondered if we were girlfriends. In truth, we had fooled around somewhat, but nothing that could be called sex.

Melissa let go and led me outside, where we could sit. I explained about our finances, and that Dad would have to sell me.

“I’m the only one over sixteen. Dad couldn’t sell Chelsea or Anya – they’re too young. I’m sorry, Melissa, but this may be goodbye.”

I collapsed into Melissa’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably. After a minute, Melissa spoke.

“Katie, I have an idea. A way to help your dad and ensure that we can keep seeing each other.”

“What?”

“I’ll convince my parents to buy you for me. They’ve been talking about getting me a slave of my own. It could be you!”

I thought about it. In truth, being a slave was hardly something I feared. In fact, it was one of my secret fantasies – being someone’s plaything. But I had never considered the idea of being Melissa’s slave.

It wouldn’t be that bad. It wouldn’t be bad at all, actually. I’d get to see Melissa every day. We could still hang out, do the things that friends did… and maybe some they didn’t do. And my dad would be taken care of.

“Would they do it?” I asked, hopeful and fearful at the same time.

“You know how they spoil me. They even bought Karl a sex slave as a going-away-to-college present!”

I thought about it for a moment.

“Let’s do it.”

After school, Melissa’s parents took us to the hospital to see my dad. Having already resigned himself to selling his eldest daughter into slavery, he was happy to sell me to my best friend. He signed the agreement that sold Kate Chang to Melissa Arneson for the price of one million dollars. A notice was sent to the school that I was dropping out.

Normally, slaves brought no possessions with them, but this was something of a special case. They stopped by my house to retrieve my things.

“Are you sure about this, Melissa?” her father asked as they pulled in to the driveway. “She has no right to her possessions.”

“Dad, I don’t just want Katie to be my slave,” Melissa explained. “I want my slave to be Katie. I don’t want to destroy her identity, I want to own her identity.”

“Okay.”

After retrieving her possessions, they drove to the Arnesons’ house. This was it. I was a slave now.

“Will I live in the slave quarters?” I asked. I knew the Arnesons had two other slaves – Maria the housemaid, and Charles the driver.

“She’s your slave, Melissa,” Mr. Arneson said. “You set the rules.”

“Thanks.” Melissa turned to me. “OK, I know it’s what everyone supposedly does, but we’re not doing the whole ‘Yes, Mistress,’ thing. You will call me ‘Melissa’ or ‘ma’am’. You will call my parents by their first names, or ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am’. You may speak without being spoken to. You will obey my instructions. You will live in my suite, not the slave quarters. You may not leave my suite without my permission. While I am at school, you may use my computer or watch TV, but you may not leave.”

“Anything else, Melissa?” I asked.

Melissa smiled.

“You will be naked at all times unless I tell you otherwise.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I giggled.

We arrived at the house half an hour later than we were supposed to, due to traffic. The Arnesons lived in a big country estate on Long Island. I had been there a million times. As I expected, Maria and Charles retrieved her baggage.

“Welcome, Katie,” Maria said.

“Don’t bother unpacking her stuff for now,” Melissa ordered. “Just leave it in my closet.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Melissa led me up to her suite. I had no concerns about being cooped up in Melissa’s suite. Melissa had her own kitchen and TV room, a bathroom with her own hot tub, a walk-in closet, and a king-sized bed. We had once spent 24 hours without leaving that suite.

“Melissa, I have to ask,” I said as they arrived in the suite. “If I’m going to be naked all the time, why did you get my clothes?”

“I don’t intend for you to spend the rest of your life at the house,” Melissa answered. “We’ll still go out like we always did. And when we do, I want you wearing your clothes. I don’t need to show anyone that I own you. The fact that you can only go out with my permission will be plenty.”

“You mean, you want me wearing your clothes,” I pointed out.

“Right. Now, take off my clothes, and put them in the dirty laundry.”

I did so without hesitation. Within seconds, I was standing before my friend and mistress, completely naked.

“Good. Come over here. I want to inspect my new slave.”

Giggling, I walked slowly to Melissa. Melissa grabbed my head and brought our lips together. We kissed. And kissed again. And kissed again. And started making out. Our tongues intertwined. This wasn’t new territory – we had made out several times in here. But we had always kept our clothes on. I knew that this was merely foreplay. I was eager to find out what came next.

Melissa cupped my small breasts in her hand.

“I like my new breasts. I wonder how they taste…”

Melissa stuck out her tongue, and leaned towards my breast. When she touched my nipple with her tongue, the feeling was electric. We were going to have sex. For real.

She began licking, gingerly at first, slowly upping the intensity. Then she started suckling my tits.

“Delicious,” Melissa smiled. “Undress me.”

I unbuttoned her jeans, which dropped to the floor. While she shook them off, I removed her shirt and bra. She lay back on the bed as I slipped off her socks and panties. We were both completely naked now.

“Get up here,” Melissa patted the bed next to her. “Lie down.”

I lay on my back beside her. She sat up and looked down on me.

“Now, I know you’ve never had an orgasm that you didn’t give yourself,” Melissa gave me an impish grin. “I am going to give you another restriction, one I doubt I will lift anytime soon. You will never permit another person besides me to give you an orgasm. You are mine, and mine alone.”

Melissa sat so her sex was above my face.

“Eat it.”

I hesitated a moment. I didn’t have a problem with the idea of eating her out, I just didn’t know where to start. I lifted my head and started sucking on her clitoris. I heard Melissa moaning in delight and upped the intensity, parting her slit with my tongue. Soon, Melissa lowered her body on top of mine, and she got to work on my pussy.

As the first orgasm washed over me, I knew I had made the right decision.