Eric was surprised by the package sitting outside the door to his apartment when he got home from work. It was big, maybe 4’x3’x3’, of sturdy white cardboard with no markings on the outside, aside from the label with his address on it. When he tried to move it inside, he found the box was oddly heavy and when he set it down in the living room there was a quiet “mmpphh!” from inside.

Grabbing a pair of scissors, he cut the tape sealing the box shut. Eric was even more surprised when he opened the flaps at the top and saw the face of a beautiful young woman looking up at him. She smiled around the large ballgag strapped between her teeth and mumbled something unintelligible.

Eric hurriedly disassembled the rest of the box, removing the large blocks of foam packing material which had held the girl practically immobile for however long she had been in there, waiting for him to get home. The cute face with dark hair tied in pigtails, was attached to a short, slender body with narrow waist and hips and a set of small, but perky breasts with small pink nipples sporting silver ring piercings. He could see this because, apart from a collar around her neck, she was completely naked. Her wrists and ankles were locked in leather cuffs, padlocked on and joined by a short chain which held her, even after she was extracted from the box and packing, in a kneeling hogtie.

To Eric’s surprise, the young woman didn’t seem to be in any sort of distress. She looked quite pleased to see him as he reached behind her head and unbuckled her gag. Almost as soon as he’d done so, she looked up and launched into what he took to be a carefully memorized speech, still kneeling, cuffed hand and foot.

“Greetings Master!” She said in a bright, chipper voice. “On behalf of SlavesMart International, thank you for signing up to our exclusive ‘Slave Girl of the Month’ Subscription Service! I am Slave Jenny and am at your service!”

The name seemed to ring a bell in the back of Eric’s memory. He vaguely recalled coming across something with that name while bouncing around between bondage porn sites on slow, boring Thursday evening. An advertisement he’d gotten as the result of using his email to sign up for a site. He hadn’t really read through the details before clicking “Accept”, probably because by that point in the evening he had been on his third edible.

“A…slave, subscription service?” He asked, hesitantly.

She beamed and launched into another prepared spiel. “Oh yes! SlaveMart International is the Premium Supplier of Slaves to web-based clients all around the world. Our new subscription service is designed to allow those who do not have the financial means to purchase their very own slave but wish to experience the slave owner lifestyle, to receive a slave in exchange for a monthly subscription!”

“So you’re…my slave now?” Eric asked.

“For the 30-day Free Trial Period!” She replied, cheerfully. “After that, you may continue to use me in exchange for our modest monthly fee. Or, if you are not satisfied with me in any way, or wish to try someone new, merely send me back and we will ship you a new girl for no additional charge. All details are listed in the complimentary pamphlet.” She nodded her head, indicating a plastic sleeve which had fallen out of the box with the foam packaging.

Eric picked up the packet and opened it. Inside was a small plastic baggy containing a ring of keys he assumed went with the restraints the girl was wearing, and several documents. One, as she said, was a list of terms and conditions, regarding both the Subscription Service as well as, according to the cover sheet, the legal ins and outs that came with owning another person in the modern age. Eric resolved to give that a thorough read through, though the dense blocks of tiny-print legalese hurt his eyes just flipping through it.

Another page was a glossy pamphlet with a large portrait of the girl at the top and below, all the important details about her. Reading over it, Eric saw the girl’s full name was, or had been once upon a time, Jennifer Harrison. She was 23 years old. Apparently, she had previously been a college student, working towards an Arts degree, but she’d taken some loans from a shady source and, when she couldn’t keep up with the payments, Jennifer found herself sold off to SlaveMart International.

“Slave has been conditioned to have a pleasant and cheerful attitude, always eager to be of service to her master?” Erica read off.

Jenny nodded. “As part of the training we all undergo, slaves are given mental conditioning to ensure obedience.” If she had any feelings about having been involuntarily brainwashed after losing her freedom, the young woman didn’t show them. “They also determine our slave personalities. For example, I am always cheerful and eager to please!” She beamed a smile. “Other slaves are conditioned to be constantly horny or to be calm and reserved or to struggle and resist…just enough to make it fun for her owner. If there is a particular attitude Master wants his slave to have, we can provide it!”

Eric shook his head and turned back to the card. “It says you’ve been trained in ‘All Primary and Secondary Slave Duties.’ What does that mean?” He asked Jenny.

“Oh! Well…” Jenny answered in the same chipper tone. “Primary duties are those I perform in the bedroom…” She smiled coyly. “Or in the bathroom, or living room, or anywhere you would like…”

“I get the idea.” Eric said, blushing. “And secondary?”

“Well, some Masters like their slaves to be useful around the house…when they aren’t performing their Primary duties, of course. I can cook, clean…” She gazed around the living room. It was plainly obvious a bachelor lived here. “Pretty much any household chores you would like.” She smiled again. “How may I serve, master?”

“Um…how about a drink…whiskey…a large one.” He said. “And we can think about that other stuff later.” Taking the ring of keys, he unlocked the short chain linking the cuffs on Jenny’s wrists and ankles. He relocked her hands in front of her. When he had pointed the way to the kitchen and indicated which cabinets held the drinks, she rose gracefully to her feet and began to shuffle in that direction as fast as the cuffs on her feet allowed.

Eric turned and sank into an armchair. This was going to take some getting used to. “Still…” He glanced over at the young woman, her pert, naked bottom wiggling attractively as she left the room. “It might be nice having some feminine help around the place…” He shook his head. He still didn’t know how much the monthly service cost, but he was sure it was probably more then he could reasonably spend, even for something as nice as Jenny.

“Still…” Eric said quietly to himself. “I might as well make the most of the month. Then I can decide…”