This is just a concept but it's something that has been percolating in my mind for a number of years. Its no where near finished but I figured I'd put it in type and see what happens. I have a few ideas about where to go with it but I wanted to get your opinions, especially those of you in the BDSM community.
Slavery.
It was such an ugly word with such heavy negative connotations that just speaking it often raised resentful feelings. The slave lay naked on her back on the hardwood floor of her private room and contemplated the word in her mind. Was she a slave in title only or in definition? Vapor rose from her mouth as she stared at the ceiling, her dragon shaped vape pen in her hand by her side. The slave wasn't sure anymore if she was a real person or not. 90% of the time she was naked except for her shoes. She had a name once but it was long forgotten and she never spoke anymore. The last time she spoke any words were years before because as a slave she was told to be seen, not heard. Her body and face were heavily modified as well. Breast implants, butt modifications and heavy facial surgery including lip plumping accompanied a neck tattoo of a collar that her Mistress had designed personally. She had been given so much cosmetic surgery that at times the slave couldn't recognize herself in the mirror. All of this was done for the pleasure of her Master and Mistress over the nearly twenty years that she had been in their service. But had it gone too far? Had they pushed her past the acceptable limits of human decency into true and real slavery?
The slave breathed in on the inlet of her vape stick and held her breath as long as she could while the vapor rose from her parted lips. Her mind was flowing this way and that on the topic of slavery but otherwise she made no movement at all. Master and Mistress had always reassured her that the door was open anytime she wanted to leave. They had even packed a bag with her clothes for that day when she decided to turn her back on them for good. But after twenty years the slave no longer even entertained the thought of leaving. Not even now as she debated the status of her own humanity in her mind. Was the door still open? Had her Master and Mistress closed it on her or had she closed it on herself?
The slave felt the urge to pee and relaxed her bladder allowing her urine to rush free and splatter on the floor in a long, low arc. She made no effort to stop nor to protect her naked skin from the hot piss that was now splashing all over it. Any outside viewer would have thought that she didn't even know she was pissing all over the floor and her legs and could be forgiven for assuming she had died. For a minute or two the sound of her pissing was the only sound in the room until her bladder fully emptied and she stopped. For a long time the slave continued to lay on the floor thinking but her pee rapidly cooled and she become uncomfortable lying in a cold puddle of her own piss. Frustrated, she stood up and reached for the cleaning supplies in the large closet that held all of her belongings. Master and Mistress standing orders to the slave were that she was not to leave her room under any circumstances prior to the wake up time which was still a few minutes away. She had a small bathroom that she could use but she enjoyed peeing freely so much that she hardly used it when she was alone.
After cleaning her piss and wiping off her body the slave looked at the time and saw that the wake up had indeed arrived. Her tasks were the same day after day and were so routine that she could complete them without even thinking about what she was doing. The first order of business was to wake up Master who would always expect sex. The slave carefully entered their bedroom and lifted the blanket to expose her Master's naked body. He stirred at the sudden rush of cooler air and the slave placed herself between his legs and swallowed his cock whole. It was already hard but in her mouth it grew even more and she eagerly teased the shaft with her tongue. His hand rustled her unkempt hair as she sucked him off and he grunted his approval. Mistress was lying in bed next to them both still sleeping blissfully unaware of the infidelity occurring not to feet away. The slave didn't know if Master and Mistress spoke to one another about her sexual involvement with them both so she liked to pretend they weren't. It gave her an extra thrill to believe that she was somehow sucking the dick of a married man behind his spouse's back and only increased the tension believing that while said spouse was within arm's reach.
Soon enough Master was tired of having his dick sucked and he pushed her off of him gently. He rose from the bed, took the slave by her hand guided her into the master bathroom to bathe. In the shower Master pinned the slave against the back wall, turned her around and pushed his massive, throbbing cock into her sopping wet cunt. The slave made no noise as she was penetrated and fulfilled her morning duty for her Master. He fucked her vigorously and the slave had to bite her lip to keep from screaming in ecstasy. The scalding hot water splashed over them both as he fucked with the fury of a man possessed. Their wet bodies made slapping noises as they collided with each thrust of Master's manhood. As quickly as it began Master pulled out, shot his come all over the slave's ass and then turned around as if nothing happened and began washing himself. He never even acknowledged the slave as she meekly exited the shower, dried her body off and slipped out of the master bathroom into the bedroom and finally out into the house proper. Mistress was not to be woken for at least another hour so the slave would simply have to find other chores to attend to in the time.
As she set about making a small breakfast for her Master the slave's mind wandered back to the topic of slavery itself. If she truly was a slave then who was at fault? The details were fuzzy to her but she distinctly recalled twenty years prior that Master and Mistress had negotiated with her to be their servant. It was a paid position with all the rules and boundaries agreed upon by everyone. She couldn't remember the last time anything was negotiated by any of them. Now, Master or Mistress would simply tell the slave what her new duties were and she did them no questions asked. Long ago she had chosen to stop speaking when she realized she had forgotten her own name and became known exclusively as “Slave” or “Servant.” Would anyone on the outside agree that this was a healthy, loving relationship? Probably not. Did she want to leave and maybe find something better? Repair the damage that had been done to her psyche if any and begin a new life? As she finished the meal for her Master and he entered the dining area she felt the answer was no. Despite everything that had happened to her she had no desire to leave. She was comfortable and even enjoyed her circumstances. In her mind the only question that remained was should she accept that was now a slave in definition?