The New World Order had recently been elected to power and had rapidly removed any rights for women. They started with small things like segregated schools but now women had no more rights than an animal. In fact, 7 days ago a new law was passed so that any woman must be the registered slave of a man, or become owned by the state and sent to a hard labour camp or public brothel. Women were generally registered by husbands or boyfriend but many were frantically looking for an owner before the 7 day deadline expired tonight Daniel, a successful business, had not registered any slaves as he would be able to simply buy whoever he wanted once registrations closed. Zoe, an old colleague friend of Daniel's, was single and desperately looking for someone to become her master. She hated the new laws and wanted to find a kind and generous man and had tracked down Daniel's house. He had dated her friend and always seemed like a good feminist, while he appeared nice to begin with, she couldn't have been more wrong
Zoe knocks on the door of Daniel's secluded mansion. She takes a deep breath and knocks again, her hands trembling with both nerves and determination. Daniel opens the door, his eyes widening as he sees Zoe standing there.
"What are you doing here?" he asks, his voice laced with hesitation and reluctance.
Zoe steps forward, her gaze fixed on Daniel's face. "I need to become your slave," she says, her words barely audible over the sound of her rapid breathing.
Daniel looks like he wants to slam the door in her face, but instead he steps back and motions for her to come inside out of the rain. "If you become my slave I will be responsible for you as my property. Any laws you break will be my responsibility as your master. I must pay to feed you and give yoi a place to stay. I haven't seen you in years. I'm not sure
Zoe looks up at Daniel, her eyes pleading with him to accept her proposal. "I understand, Master," she says, the words rolling off her tongue like a rehearsed line. "I will be your obedient slave, no matter what you ask of me. I promise to be faithful and dedicated to your every desire."
Daniel's face twists into a grimace as he stares down at Zoe, his expression unreadable. He rubs his temples, clearly conflicted about the decision he's about to make. "Fine," he mutters finally, reaching for the door handle. "You're on."
Zoe gasps in relief, her heart pounding in her chest as she follows Daniel into his home. The air inside is heavy with tension as they walk through each room, their footsteps echoing off the walls.
Finally, they reach a secluded corner of the mansion where Daniel pulls out a legal contract from his desk drawer. "Here," he says curtly as he tears off a sheet of paper and hands it over to Zoe. "Sign here if you want to become my slave."
Zoe takes the paper and reads the terms carefully, her heart pounding in her chest. She knows that once she signs this, there is no turning back. But at this point, desperation has driven her to this point. With trembling hands, she signs the document and smiles up at Daniel, relief washing over her face.
"Thank you, Master," she says, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. "I can't express how relieved I am to have found such a kind and generous owner."
Daniel's expression softens as he looks down at Zoe's signed contract in his hand. He hesitates for a moment before speaking, his voice filled with reluctance.
"I must treat you as my slave," he begins cautiously, as if bracing himself for what he's about to say. "If I don't, you'll be taken by force to one of those public brothels."
A chill runs down Zoe's spine as she realizes the gravity of Daniel's words. She nods slowly, understanding their implications all too well.
"I understand, Master," she says softly. "I will do everything in my power to please and serve you."
Daniel's eyes widen as he takes in Zoe's barely-covered body. He chuckles, his lips curling into a wicked grin. "Well, well, well," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm and amusement. "Looks like we have ourselves a little exhibitionist here."
Zoe blushes, feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment. She tries to pull the dressing gown closed around herself, desperately trying to cover up her nakedness. But Daniel is relentless.
"Not good enough, Zoe," he says, his voice laced with authority and dominance. "You're meant to be my slave. That means you should dress the part."
She hesitates for a moment, conflicted between her own desire for freedom and the need to obey Daniel's commands. But in the end, she knows that resisting him would only lead to disappointment.
With a sigh of resignation, Zoe begins to strip off the dressing gown once again. Each piece of clothing falls onto the floor with deliberate intent - underwear, stockings, high heels, skirt. Each item removing another layer of her dignity.
Zoe's face burns with embarrassment as she continues to strip off her clothing, piece by piece. The soft fabric of her underwear falls to the floor, leaving her completely exposed. As she reaches for another item, Daniel's voice cuts through the air like a whip.
"Wait," he says, his tone commanding. "I said you can keep one item of clothing." His eyes scan the room before landing on Zoe's high heels. "Take off those and put on those."
Zoe hesitates for a moment, feeling a mix of reluctance and anticipation. As if sensing her hesitation, Daniel chuckles darkly and leans against the wall.
"Come now," he says with mock sweetness. "I didn't think you were going to disappoint me." Zoe begrudgingly takes off her heels and slips into the ones Daniel points at.
"Now, turn around," he commands, stepping closer to her once more. Zoe feels a bead of sweat forming on her forehead as she complies with his request.
Daniels watches Zoe intently as she stands before him in nothing but her high heels. Her skin glistens with both desire and vulnerability under the dim light of the room.
Zoe's heart pounds in her chest as she stands before Daniel, her mind racing with a mix of anticipation and dread. She knows that she's about to enter a world of unimaginable pleasure and pain, all under his command. But as his eyes scan her naked body, she can't help but feel a flicker of hesitation deep within her.
"What are you waiting for?" Daniel growls impatiently, his voice dripping with sarcasm and dominance. "I thought you were eager to begin training."
Zoe's hesitation lingers for a moment longer before she finally speaks up. "Is there any way I could be excused to rest?" she asks softly, her voice laced with need and desperation.
Daniel's lips curl into a sadistic smirk as he chuckles darkly. "Oh no, my dear slave," he says mockingly. "You're not excused from anything. You're here to serve me completely."
Zoe's face flushes with embarrassment at his words, but deep down she knows that resistance is futile. With a sigh of surrender, she bends over on all fours as if obeying some invisible command.
Daniel's eyes widen with delight as he takes in the sight of Zoe's perfectly round arse. He can't help but let out a low whistle before smirking at her. "Damn, Zoe," he says, his voice dripping with mock admiration. "That backside is something else."
Zoe's face flushes with embarrassment but she knows that resistance is futile. She arches her back slightly, trying to hide her reluctance beneath an air of submission.
But Daniel isn't one to let things go easily. He leans in closer to whisper into Zoe's ear, his voice laced with sarcasm and dominance. "Tell me, have you ever had a cock up your arse?"
A wave of revulsion washes over Zoe as the words leave Daniel's tongue. The thought of being penetrated by him is more than she can bear. She hesitates for a brief moment before finally finding the voice to speak.
"Please. please don't fuck me," she begs, her voice trembling with both fear and disgust.