In 1998 sisters Rebecca and Lauren contacted us. They were looking for a live-in slave and were honest about what they wanted; sexual service and housework. Introduced to Ryan, a 22year old submissive, Rebecca, 52, and Lauren, 49, quickly offered the young and enthusiastic submissive a position. We heard nothing more until a few weeks ago when Ryan emailed us asking to find him a new Owner. Before we had chance to respond we received a second email, this one from Rebecca, stating categorically that Ryan was to remain with them. Since then we have established that Ryan does in fact want to stay on as a slave. This month we will publish their story.

Rebecca, the driving forced behind their search for a slave: 'We tried several female slaves. Unfortunately they were all lesbians wanting a lesbian-style sexual relationship. Perhaps it's something to do with feminism but none were very happy about doing the day-today housework. And sexually they were demanding in a way that didn't fit our idea of slavery. Of course a man was the ideal solution, we are both heterosexual, but I was wary of having a man under our roof. Men have a habit of taking over. Lauren talked me into it. According to her we simply needed to choose the right male. Ryan was a slim, almost delicate creature and he knew his way around a kitchen. Feminization was my idea. It felt more comfortable seeing a she-male doing my ironing. He was attractive, and I wanted him for sex, but I did not want a man lying next to me at night. I'm not a spinster virgin, I know that men take liberties once they've bedded a woman. If Ryan was to share my bed, he had to wear a nightdress, if only to remind him of his status.

Ryan, a natural submissive who only wants to serve: 'I couldn't believe my luck when I was introduced to Rebecca and Lauren. I'd answered hundreds of contact adverts without success. The truth is there are too many submissives searching for two few dommmes. I sensed early on that Rebecca wasn't exactly enthusiastic about a male slave, but I managed to convince her that my obedience came naturally. It also helped that I was happy doing housework. They never mentioned feminization, and if I'm honest, they never mentioned sex either. When they started to go on about me being feminine I wasn't too keen. I saw myself as a slave-boy. Yes, I wanted a costume of uniform, but I was thinking along the lines of a pair of tight shorts, not wearing a frock! I know that slavery means total obedience but masculinity is not skin-deep. It's built-into the hardware - men are frightened of lingerie! It took me a long time to adjust to it. I don't like pain either, but I'd rather have a good spanking than be forced to wear a bra and panties! In the end I was given no choice - they wouldn't even allow me to walk away - and that's when I understood that I was what I'd always wanted to be, their slave.

'He was so frightened,' Beth remembers, 'I don't think I've ever seen anyone so scared. He was white and shaking, I was really worried. It was obvious that he wanted to get away as quickly as possible so I didn't waste time showing him this pair or that - I found a pair any girl would like, pink nylon with white ribbon and lace, and showed it to him. He couldn't even say yes, he just nodded, so I popped them in a bag and took his money. I can't remember my exact words but I wanted him to relax a bit. You have to understand that he was on the verge of outright panic. If a security guard saw him like this he could be thought of as a shoplifter. An arrest would have given the poor lad a heart attack! 'Please don't be frightened, it's okay, really it is.' I said. It did the trick. He paused, took a breath, thanked me and left. I was actually surprised to see him back two days later!