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I’m Stella. This is my new life. If you’re reading this for some odd reason, you’re probably wondering who and what I am. So here are five important facts about me.

Stella is owned. Loved. In love. Alive. And very happy.

By owned, I mean utterly and completely owned. Not just engaged or seeing someone or going steady or hooking up or committed. I’m a slave, owned body and soul, heart, mind and spirit. I belong to a beautiful woman named Lucia, who loves me more than I can even imagine, and I love her more than life. She is my life, and my life is now part of hers. I never felt so alive before this happened. Merging our lives has made us both happier than we’ve ever been before, or ever dreamed we could be. I would rather die than make her unhappy. That’s probably more than five facts, but those are the facts that matter about me.

Lucia is the love of my life, my lover, my best friend, my master, my mistress, my partner, my husband, my wife, my everything. My Owner. When she took me over and claimed me, I was a free woman living a secret life, trying desperately to find my way into a real life of consensual enslavement. I’ve always known I was meant to be a slave, somehow, somewhere, for someone. All my efforts to make this come to pass were a disaster. You wouldn’t think this particular ambition could be so fucking hard! But what was hard was learning who I was meant to belong to and why. Lucia and I both had to learn to see each other for what we really were and what we can be to each other—and what life would be like without each other. We had to be driven to the edge of losing each other to understand this: Love and friendship and ownership and slavery could all be part of the same life. But the final decision and action were hers. I was paralyzed, I wasn’t capable of deciding or acting at that moment. She cut through all the misery and confusion and fear and saved me from becoming nothing. She saved my life. She made me hers. Lucia is who I was always meant to belong to. My life and everything in it are now hers forever.

So who are we? We’ve been best friends since we were twelve. In so many ways we’re so much alike and we’re growing more alike all the time, but in some crucial ways we are also now becoming more different from each other: Lucia is now a free woman who owns a slave. I am now a slave owned by a free woman. Lucia is responsible for running two lives and turning them into one life. I am responsible for becoming the best slave I can possibly be for her. Some ways in which we’re alike: We’re both twenty-seven now (Lucia’s the eldest by a month), tallish (I’m five-nine, she’s five-ten), blonde (mine’s a pale ash blonde, hers is a golden honey blonde), beautiful (we’re both ex-models, and both so modest too), bright (she’s brilliant, I just test well), bright-eyed (mine are grass green, hers are ocean blue), sexually pretty brazen (we’re both ex-call girls), and very bisexual (but we’re now officially Serious Lesbians, we have our badges and IDs and everything). The life we’re building together is a life as a committed lesbian couple, plus the occasional big bisexual adventure. Strangers sometimes think at first glance that we’re sisters, we can look so much alike. But we don’t act much like sisters, we act like lovers unless we’re being careful, and it wouldn’t take you ten seconds with us to realize who’s in charge: Lucia is the leader, I’m her follower. And now we are Owner and slave. We're still learning how this life works, but we know it works like magic. It's crystal-clear now that this is the journey we were meant to take together.

Lucia, I’m yours, every breath in my lungs, every beat of my heart, every drop of my blood, every second of my life. Your happiness is my own, and mine is yours. I live only to make you happy and to make you proud to own me. Take my life and do with it as you please. The more completely you make me yours, the more I become what I was meant to be.

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