Before I get started, I will apologise that this is quite a long account of meeting Helen and our relationship.   I was around twenty-eight or nine and living in my own house.  I had little money left over, after the mortgage was paid, food was bought, and bills paid so I rarely went out.  I kept telling myself it would all come good soon.   I did have a girlfriend, but she worked away so I only saw her occasionally.  The house next door had become empty.  A few weeks later after builders had been in, I was in the garden when a large flashy American muscle car stopped outside on the road and out got a man in his mid-forties, quickly followed by a girl in her early twenties.  I assumed it was his daughter and he told her to follow him.  I thought it a bit odd that she needed telling, but Hay Ho who am I to tell him how to treat his daughter.  He went inside and the girl followed.  After a while they came back out and as they walked to the car, he told her that she could start cleaning the house tomorrow ready for them to move in.  It was at this point that I noticed the studded dog collar the girl was wearing.

The next day he dropped off loads of cleaning stuff and buckets and bowls.  Then he left the girl and he drove off.   She quickly took everything indoors and shortly I could hear a radio as she presumably washed and wiped everything down.  It got to lunch time and he hadn’t returned so I thought to be neighbourly I would go and offer her something to eat and drink.  It was the first time that I had really looked at her and she was around 5’ 7” tall with nice long shiny brown hair.  She looked to have a nice firm pair of tits but not that large and very long legs.  Oh yes and the dog collar, below a pretty face.  I asked her if I could provide her with some food or a drink and she told me that she was ok.  I told her I didn’t see her father drop off any for her.  She quickly informed me he wasn’t her father, but didn’t elaborate any further, but she did again tell me she was ok.  I left her to it and returned home.

The man that I now knew as Victor and wasn’t her father, returned about five p.m. and she quickly got in the car and left.  It was Monday and I had taken the day off work to use up my holiday time as I couldn’t afford to go anywhere, I used the time to do some gardening.   Then two men turned up in a van and let themselves in.  They were fitting curtains and blinds.  It was a week before the removals van turned up and started to move stuff in.  I thought they might have a dog as one of the men carried in a large cage.  The man and the girl arrived, and he was telling the removal men where to put what.  Then all was quiet again.  I hadn’t seen a dog so perhaps it was for a new one or it hadn’t arrived yet.  The next day was Sunday and he left early, and I see that she was in the garden sat on their patio.   To be polite and friendly I asked her were they all settled and was there anything I could do to help them. 

Helen as I now knew her name, told me they were pretty much sorted apart from her washer and dryer.  I asked if there was anything I could do to help with that, and she informed me that a man would be there later to connect both and their new cooker which he would be supplying.  During the conversation she flirted with me a bit and I flirted back.  She asked where my wife was, and I told her I was single.  That was about the time I split with my girlfriend.  I asked about the dog collar, and she went quiet on me and then said she had work to do and went indoors.   Over the weeks she would talk with me and flirt a little, mainly saying things that had double meanings.  She always went quiet when I mentioned the collar.  I hardly saw the man.  I did observe that she didn’t wear any rings on her fingers, so she wasn’t married to him.   I did notice that they always went out on Saturday nights, and she was always dressed in small and skimpy clothing regardless of the weather.

Then about six months into them living next door, a police car turned up, early evening, and two burly police officers went indoors with her.  I tried to listen with my ear to the wall, but I couldn’t hear what was said, but I could hear her crying.  I wondered what was going on.   I soon found out as just ten minutes after they had gone there was a knock on my front door.  Helen stood there with bloodshot eyes asking if I could help her.  I asked what she needed, and she said a lift to the hospital, Victor had been in an accident.  Of course, I took her.  On arriving at the hospital, we were told he was in theatre and then would be on the ICU unit and we were welcomed to go there and wait.

On arriving at the unit Helen was asking what had happened and how was he.  The nurse asked what relationship she was to Victor, and she said she lived with him.  The nurse asked specifically was she related to or married to Victor when Helen said no the nurse started to tell her that she couldn’t give out information about him.  I jumped in and said he was my brother.  Her attitude changed and she started to tell me that his car was hit by a lorry, and he had pretty substantial injuries and was having several breakages fixed and a bleed on the brain relieved.  He was going to be in hospital for some time and they would know more in a few days time.  She suggested that we come back tomorrow as we wouldn’t be able to see him tonight.

On the drive back home, Helen was blurting out all sorts of things that stunned me.  Helen informed me that she was Victor’s slave, and she had no idea how she would feed herself or run the house.  He controlled everything, Money, food and even sex.  Back home I took her into my house and sat her down and gave her a stiff brandy.  She told me that Victor had recued her from the streets where she was on a downward spiral, drink, drugs and even sex.  He fed and clothed her and after a while he told her that she could only stay with him if she signed a contract with him.  Basically, she signed a contract to be his slave and for that he would keep her and look after her.  She said most Saturdays he would take her on her lead to friends houses and if there was a woman that he fancied he would swap her, and she was expected to sleep with one and sometimes two men while Victor had his fun with some other woman.  Now the collar made sense.  I asked why she put up with it and she said Victor was good to her and what other options did she have other than go back on the streets.

Eventually Helen said she needed to go home, and I walked her to her door telling her I would be back in the morning to take her to the hospital again.  Next morning when I went to collect her, she wasn’t quite ready and let me in to wait for her.  It was now that I saw what the cage was for.  It was made up with a quilt to lay on and another to sleep under.  It was her bed!  I had never come across anything as weird as this, she was a slave and slept in a cage until he wanted to make use of her.   At the hospital I was told Victor was stable for now, but they thought he might have to go back into surgery.  We was definitely in a bad way.  His head was bandaged, he had plaster on one arm and both legs were in traction with steel pins stuck out of them in several places.  I could see tears in Helen’s eyes as she sat talking to him.  I was told that if pressure built in his brain again, they would need to take more drastic action.  They also said he had some brain damage but wouldn’t know how bad until her came out of the coma he was in.

On the ride back home, Helen was just as upset for Victor as she was for herself saying there was little food in the house.   She said he would give her a small allowance which he put in an account for her, but it was small as he provided everything for her.  I took her home and gave her a good meal.  Helen asked if she could stay with me until Victor returned home as she felt scared in the house on her own.  I showed her to my guest room.  She asked me to go with her to get her clothes.  She didn’t have many clothes and what she had were all small and skimpy, definitely no winter clothing.  As I looked around, I found a computer and I found his password was Helen1.  Helen told me I shouldn’t be looking on it as Victor could get very cross.  I soon found his bank account.  It contained a huge amount of money.  I do mean huge, even by todays standards.  Helen had a small amount in a bank account, and I set up a direct debit of £300 per week into her account from Victors, telling Helen she didn’t have to worry about money for the time being.

That night I hadn’t been in bed long when Helen came into my room.  She said she couldn’t sleep as she wasn’t in her cage or in bed with Victor as she slipped in next to me.  I was hard in seconds and was soon banging the shit out of Helen.  Afterwards she said Victor would be cross if he knew.  I told her I wasn’t about to tell Victor and he may not be the same man when and if he wakes.  Next morning, I went off to work leaving Helen cleaning everything in sight.  Later I got a phone call telling me Victor was back in theatre.  On returning home my house was spotless.  I told Helen about the phone call, and we went to see how he was.   I was told he was still far from out the woods, and they feared the damage was worse than they first thought.

That night in bed, after fucking Helen silly again, she told me that she was meant to be at a party on Saturday night as Victor had promised her to a friend.  She pleaded with me to take her there.  I couldn’t believe that I agreed to it.  Saturday evening Helen dressed in a short skirt and tight blouse, no panties or bra.  She went next door and returned with a lead which she clipped onto her collar and told me that all the time I held it she was mine to do what I liked with.  At the house where the party was being held, I was by far the youngest male there.  All their partners were girls in their late teens or early twenties.  Helen pointed out the man Victor had promised her to.  He must have been close to fifty and had a pretty girl in her early twenties on a lead.  The man asked where Victor was, and I told him that he wasn’t available tonight and had sent me with Helen in his place.  The man asked swap and offered me his girls lead.  I swapped Helen’s lead for the girls lead.  The man suggested that I make good use of her in the rooms on the second floor, telling me she loved anal sex.

I don’t think I even got the girls name, but just ten minutes later I was coming deep in her pussy.  I could hear the man putting Helen to good use as she groaned loudly.  As I recovered, the girl I was with asked if I wanted her arse.  She said most of the men liked to fuck her sexy little arse.  I had never fucked a woman in her arse and told her yes, I would like that.  She got on her hands and knees and then laid flat with her arse in the air and reached back and pulled her arse cheeks apart.   Her little hole popped opened ready for me, and I was quickly behind her and feeding her arse with my cock.  It was really tight as I worked my cock in her arse right up to my balls.  The girl grunted and groaned as I had my way with her arse.

Afterwards I dressed and the girl put her skirt and blouse on but didn’t bother fastening it.  I nearly forgot her lead and she reminded me that I must put her on the lead before walking her out the room or anyone could claim her.  We went down to where a small bar was set up and the girl looked at me as I ordered a drink.  I asked the girl what she wanted and ordered her one as well.  As we stood there another man came up to us and asked if I wanted to swap.  The girl looked terrified.  I couldn’t have got hard again even If I wanted, so I politely told him not at the moment.  Something I noticed was that none of the girls spoke unless spoken to first.  I took the girl away from anyone else and asked why she looked so scared.  She informed me that the last time she was loaned to him he roughly stuffed a vibrator in her arse and used a paddle on her arse as if nailing it in her.  She said it was the most painful thing she had ever felt.  Eventually he pulled it out and paddled her arse cheeks until they stung painfully.  Then finally he stuffed a rather large cock into her arse and fucked her long and hard, taking no notice of her crying or pleads to stop.  She said she couldn’t sit for a week and her master couldn’t fuck her arse for several weeks.  She told me it was a different master to the one she has now.

It was now that the man and Helen entered the room we were in.  Helen was still naked, and I noticed that her arse cheeks were a little red.  The man almost ceremonially held out her lead and asked swap.  I held out the girls and we swapped.  I asked Helen if she was ok.  She smiled and said yes then telling me that Roland was a good master and knows how to look after his slave.  She asked had I enjoyed his slave.  I told her I did.  I asked did she want to go home.  Helen told me, “That’s up to you master.  I do what you want.”  It was now that I saw the man that had previously asked me to swap, and he stepped forward offering his girls lead and asked swap.  I told him no and that I had heard he was not a good master the way he treated his girls.  He walked off quite disgruntled muttering, “Sluts do as they are told.”  I took Helen upstairs and had her dress.  On our way out I was stopped by another man that offered me a swap.  I was quite tempted, but doubted that I would get hard again very quickly.  His girl was beautiful.  I told him another time and then we left.

Helen was quiet all the way home.  As we went up to bed Helen asked if I wanted to lick her out, informing me it was what Victor liked, and then he would refill her pussy with his own cum reclaiming her pussy as his own.  I told her that I wasn’t like Victor and that wasn’t something I would want to do and told her that I doubted that she would want to be fucked again.  Helen told me her pussy was mine to do what I wanted with it.  I just cuddled up to her in bed and cradled her to sleep.

The next day when we visited Victor his eyes were open, and he was trying to speak but nothing was coming out.   I was told the doctor wanted to speak to me and when I saw the doctor, I was told his brain damage was quite extensive and the police had been there and collected his clothes and other belongings. They were classifying it as attempted murder and wanted to see me.  I tried to be casual as I told the doctor I would call them.  He went on to tell me that when Victor was able to leave the hospital, he would probably need 24/7 care.  He said the health authority wanted to know what assets if any he had as his care was going to be very expensive. 

I couldn’t get out the hospital quick enough.  I told Helen what I had been told and that we should keep away.  I asked what Victor did for a living and Helen said she had no idea.  I decided that it was better that Helen got his money rather than the state and when we got back, we went into his house, and I transferred almost all his money into Helen’s account.  I then formatted his hard drive erasing any evidence that I had touched his computer.  Helen and I cleaned his house everywhere we might have touched.  We even removed the bedding from his bed and the cage.   I went through all his paperwork and discovered that he was a very bad man into loan sharking, prostitution and also drugs.  Helen had been very fortunate that he had taken a shine to her and not put her into one of his brothels. I grabbed anything that had anything to do with Helen and we left.  That included Helen’s slave contract.

It was almost ten o’clock at night when two police cars turned up and blocked both our drives.  Then they were at his door and breaking in.  I went out as a concerned citizen to ask what was going on.  At first, I was told to keep clear and then one of the officers wanted to ask me what I knew about Victor.  I told him that he hadn’t lived there long, and I had never spoken to him.  He asked if he had someone with him.  I asked what he meant, and he said a young woman.  I told him I had never seen a young woman with him, he was always on his own.  He asked if I had seen him with any other men.  Again, I told him no.  He said they were looking for someone who said he was Victor’s brother, and could I let them know if anyone came around.  He gave a rough description of the man.  As I joked with him saying it was vague enough to even be me and then I told him yes, I would let them know if I saw anyone around.  Then he told me that Victor didn’t have any living relatives.  They were there another hour or so before they left.

The next morning, I burnt all the bedding before going to work.  That holiday I couldn’t afford, well, Helen now could, and we took a two week break in the sun.  It was funny at the airport when security told Helen she couldn’t keep her collar.  She told them she felt naked without it.  We had a fantastic holiday.  I thought it felt more like a honeymoon.   On our return, we see Victor’s house had been put on the market.

I had a long talk with Helen and told her that she wasn’t a slave and could do as she wished, she insisted that she wanted to be my slave.  She even went and bought another collar. No studs this time.  We talked about the parties, and I told her she never had to go to another again or sleep with anyone she didn’t want to.  To my surprise she informed me that she liked the parties and still wanted to go.  I was a bit concerned as we could be tied to Victor by the parties.  We did go and the man I had swapped Helen with was there with a different girl and asked did I want to swap.  I told him I wanted to talk first.

He informed us that Victor had been moved to a high dependency unit and the police and social services were hunting for anyone involved with him.  They had assumed that the man posing as Victor’s brother was a competitor. The police had nothing to go on as someone had destroyed all his business papers and left no connections to anyone else.  The police were also trying to trace his money.  He laughed that there was no chance of that happening.

I did swap with him, and I spent some quality time with his girl as he did with Helen.  As I handed him his girl back, he gave me a phone number and told me to call him.  I thought long and hard about it and then eventually rang him from a phone box for extra security.  We arranged a meeting.  At the meeting he said that most of Victor’s business was now transferred to him.  He said he was paying a regular sum into Victor’s account to pay for his keep wherever he ended up.  I told him I was pleased to hear that.  He wanted to know who cleaned out Victor’s house and I told him I had and had wiped his hard drive to destroy any evidence that he ever knew Helen.  He told me well done.   He even offered that if I wanted a change of career, he would be willing to give me a job.  I thanked him and told him no thanks.  We parted on good terms.

A few weeks later I noticed that Helen’s account had grown in size.  The original direct debit I set up was still being honoured.  Some of the money going into Victor’s account was still being transferred to Helen’s account.   The police had one final visit to his house and went through his stuff again.  Talking to the officers they had not managed to find any money or accounts.  The sale of his house was the only assets they could find.  They had made an arrest of the man that tried to kill Victor, and as far as they were concerned unless they found anything new today the case was closed and with the CPS to prosecute the other driver.  I still had all the details of Victors account and a few weeks later I went into it on a scrap computer at work and transferred almost all the money again and increased the direct debit to the amount going in each week.

We went to a few more parties and I swapped Helen, and enjoyed her replacement for the evening.  I even swapped Helen for a weekend.  Then I persuaded her that she should be a party in deciding who she slept with.  It took some persuading, but the collar went and nowadays Helen and I select together who we want to swap with.  This all happened over twenty years ago.  Nowadays if I ask Helen to do something she asks what did your last slave die of.  I always tell her, “The same as you if you don’t get on and do it.”  Then we have a good laugh about it.  I enjoyed the power over Helen, but now I enjoy her companionship and love much more.  Oh yes, the money is still dropping into Helen’s account every week.