Part 1: Life Upended

My early life was the happiest that I could ask for. My mother and father ran a restaurant together. I would help my mom in the kitchen, while my dad talked to the customers. Business was good and soon our family was growing. A cute little brother and sister still too young to help out, but playing like they were.

Our luck didn't hold out. Between the new siblings and a slump in the restaurant industry we had to take on debt just to stay afloat. While putting on a brave face my parents betrayed a growing anxiety about the future.

The future delivered an unwelcome present. The bank was going to take everything to cover unpaid debts unless...Unless they agreed to sell me into slavery. I didn't know what the word meant at the time. All I knew is that my parents were yelling at each other and then crying in the office while I watched my young siblings.

Then my mom told me the news.
"Honey your dad and I love you very much, never forget that. But business isn't good. If we keep going the way we are we'll lose the restaurant and the whole family will be thrown into dire poverty."

I told my mom that I'd do anything to save the restaurant.

"Well that's the thing honey. The bank is willing to forgive the debt, but only on one condition. That they take you and auction you off as a slave."

"What does that mean?" , I asked.

"It means that we won't be able to see you anymore. You'll go live with someone else and you'll have to do whatever they want."

She started to see me tear up.

"Oh honey nothing makes me sadder, but we have to think of the whole family. You'll make it possible for the family to keep the restaurant. Your little brother and sister will be able to grow up without having to worry about privation. I'm so sorry, but there's no other way."

After she told me that she loved me and the family came in to hug me. As soon as they were done a loan officer from the bank picked me up. 

Part 2: The Capitalists

The couple who bought me at auction were not like my mom and dad. They were much more intelligent and more driven.

At the auction they were the top buyers. They put me and a bunch of other girls into the back of their van and locked the door before driving to their warehouse.

At the warehouse I soon learned what the plan was. The wife was a nurse who knew how keep us healthy and to reshape our minds. The husband was the entrepreneur. Their plan was to open up a shop selling slave girls, but to do what no one else had thought of: market to women. Everyone always thought that because men wanted slave girls that they should be the brunt of marketing, but he figured out that wives would buy slave girls for domestic work and to satisfy their husbands. 

She made us all strip. Then she...inspected us. She put me on one side of the room with all the virgins. Her husband shaved the heads of the non-virgins, since we wouldn't be wearing clothes again this was the only way to tell us apart.

Next she put us through an extensive battery of psychological tests. These would help her tailor her brainwashing so that each of use would receive the most intense reprogramming possible.

Since I was put through hypnosis she used amnesia commands so that I don't remember the exact process, but some other girls were forced to watch instructional films, undergo sensory deprivation, or extended chanting. For all I know this happened to me.

She was happy to tell her husband that all the girls were ready for the grand opening.

Part 3: CONCUBINAGE

Concubinage. That was the name of the store. The sign showed the name of the store written in a style aping a French fancy word that appealed to the upper middle class demographic.

In the store the virgin girls were put in display pens with windows so passers by in the mall could see us stark naked. The non-virgins were kept in a bargain cage in the back. I heard the husband, who ran the shop explain why.

"All these housewives walking by will see these nude and nubile ladies and get super curious. They'll walk into the store and that's when I pounce. I start off trying to sell them a virgin, because they're the real money makers naturally. If, it turns out, that they're broke or just buying the girl as a dorm pet for their son at college well then I'll show her some of the budget fare." 

"And I can rest easy knowing that every girl I sell is full programmed to behave. I'm not one of those unscrupulous slave dealers that gives out unseasoned girls, it's bad manners and bad business."

The way he said that I could tell he had given this pitch to his investors so many times that it came to him as second nature.

Those investors must have been really happy too. The big opening was a hit. All of these wives started coming in to ask about the human merchandise. One stopped to look at me.

The shopkeeper immediately started telling her about me. As he talked she was cheerfully nodding seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was there, a human being. 

After learning about my cooking skills she decided to buy me. The shopkeeper put a leash on me and said to the wife, "Don't worry the leash won't cost you any extra." They both laughed. After a swipe of her credit card she grabbed the leash and walked me through the mall on the way out to her car.

I remembered thinking that the thought of being naked in public used to strike me as bizarre, but it seemed natural now. While this was probably the effect of the brainwashing the sight of all of these wives, from newly weds in their 20s to elderly retirees, walking leashed nude slave girls around while doing their shopping impressed upon everyone an enforced normality.

4. Defloration 

During the car ride to my new home my new owner told me what her plans were with me. She had been married for just a few years now and was done with cooking. Done with it. Plus she wanted to have kids soon and didn't want them seeing their mom doing domestic chores. With me around she could devote all of her time to playing with them, helping them with school, and then she told me about her husband. How he loved her so much and worked super hard to support her, but one thing stood out.

"After he deflowers you we'll name you."

I realized then I hadn't heard my own name since leaving my parents' home. And I never would again.

At home she was just giddy with excitement. When her husband started to open the door she almost screamed.

She told her husband the story about how she purchased me on a whim and then asked him to, "Give her a try."

At this point he took my leash from her hand and, after kissing her, he walked me up the stairs to their bedroom. She followed close behind and closed the door to the bedroom, but stayed in to watch what happened next.

He tied my leash to a bed post. As he took off his clothes, she picked them up and began to fold them. He climbed on top of me as she watched with a cheshire grin. I felt his manhood enter me. I felt my hymen breaking and started to cry. His wife started to try to sooth me and wipe off the tears as he kept going deeper. After a few minutes he finished inside me and gave me a kiss on the cheek before leaning over to his wife and saying, "I think we'll call her Odalisque."

That's been my name ever since.