I am a thirty-year-old woman who has been enslaved by my owner for the past decade. My name is Sarah and I've been serving my master since I was twenty years old. He's an older man, with a strong dominance in his eyes, and he's very firm about maintaining control over me.

I spend most of my days naked and collared, squatting on all fours to serve him as needed. My body is at his disposal, and I'm expected to obey his every command without question or hesitation. It can be a difficult life, but it's one that I've grown accustomed to.

As a slave woman, I've learned how to navigate my master's moods and desires. I know exactly what he wants from me at any given time, and I make sure to provide it for him. Whether it's sexual service or simply being present to comfort him, I'm always available to serve his needs.

My past is a bit of a blur, but I do remember that I was once free. Before my enslavement, I had a normal life with friends and family, a job and hobbies... everything seemed so simple back then.

But one day, something changed. I don't know what it was or who did it to me, but suddenly I found myself in chains, at the mercy of my master. The memories are fuzzy, but I remember feeling like I'd lost all control over my life.

Now, I'm just trying to survive and serve my master as best I can. It's not an easy existence, but it's the only one I know now. And even though I may never be free again, I've come to accept this reality and make the most of it.

Would you like to hear more about my life as a slave woman? Or is there something else you'd like to discuss?