At 18 I thought life was over. The only way I could go to college would be to bury myself in debt and in the economy many grads weren’t getting jobs that pay enough to cover their loans. I didn’t want to work at a burger joint. Then I saw an advertisement for the Association of Slave Women that promised a minimum of $50,000 US after taxes per year, no expenses with food and lodging provided. If selected I had to commit to a minimum of five years but could contract for ten.
I called and set up an appointment. On the day I showed up for the appointment in a small storefront office marked only by the letters ‘ASW’. I entered and a receptionist points me to a room that looks like sort of a cross between a doctor’s office and a jail intake room. A woman walked in and circles around me then stopped in front of me. She stared at me a moment and said “Please, strip.”
“I beg your pardon” I said wide-eyed.
“You are applying to be slave, not a maid” she said sternly. “Strip now or leave.”
This was my only chance at having a life. I unbuttoned my shirt and stripped it from my shoulders exposing my breasts. I blushed when the woman said “God wasn’t very generous when he gave you tits. Lose the shoes and pants.”
In moments I was standing naked before her she told me to stand by a wall and took my ‘mug shots’ except instead of just my face they would be full body shots.
She left me standing by the wall and sat behind a desk and reviewed the pictures she had just taken. She looked up at me and said “You look like a school girl.”
I was crestfallen until she said “There are men and women that pay big money for that. So how many years do you want to contract for? The minimum is five years but you can sign for up to your 30th birthday.”
“I really had not considered how long I wanted to do it” I told her. “Can I get some details and have time to think about it?”
She huffed and said “No, you are applying to be a slave. When you become a slave you do not think; you do what you are told and when you are told. If you are accepted you will begin basic training immediately and you will not see your home until your term is completed.”
“I didn’t bring any clothing but what I wore here” I replied.
“And you will not wear those if you accept” she told me. “Come here!”
Fear gripped me but I walked to her desk as she circled around it. She said “I’m telling you more than I have to tell you but you will bring good money at auction. Since you are just past your 18th birthday you will be paid an extra $10K per year over five year term. You can make up to $120,000 a year. That’s almost a million and a half dollars by the time you are 30. Besides, instead of your percent share of your sale price being 10% you get 10% more for every year over the five up to 50% of your sale price. That could be several million dollars.”
She reached between my legs and felt my wet slit.
“Look I know this is a big step and you are afraid of the unknown. Your body does not lie. This excites you!”
“I’ll do the full term- my 30th birthday!” I declared in barely more than a whisper.
Tree
I called and set up an appointment. On the day I showed up for the appointment in a small storefront office marked only by the letters ‘ASW’. I entered and a receptionist points me to a room that looks like sort of a cross between a doctor’s office and a jail intake room. A woman walked in and circles around me then stopped in front of me. She stared at me a moment and said “Please, strip.”
“I beg your pardon” I said wide-eyed.
“You are applying to be slave, not a maid” she said sternly. “Strip now or leave.”
This was my only chance at having a life. I unbuttoned my shirt and stripped it from my shoulders exposing my breasts. I blushed when the woman said “God wasn’t very generous when he gave you tits. Lose the shoes and pants.”
In moments I was standing naked before her she told me to stand by a wall and took my ‘mug shots’ except instead of just my face they would be full body shots.
She left me standing by the wall and sat behind a desk and reviewed the pictures she had just taken. She looked up at me and said “You look like a school girl.”
I was crestfallen until she said “There are men and women that pay big money for that. So how many years do you want to contract for? The minimum is five years but you can sign for up to your 30th birthday.”
“I really had not considered how long I wanted to do it” I told her. “Can I get some details and have time to think about it?”
She huffed and said “No, you are applying to be a slave. When you become a slave you do not think; you do what you are told and when you are told. If you are accepted you will begin basic training immediately and you will not see your home until your term is completed.”
“I didn’t bring any clothing but what I wore here” I replied.
“And you will not wear those if you accept” she told me. “Come here!”
Fear gripped me but I walked to her desk as she circled around it. She said “I’m telling you more than I have to tell you but you will bring good money at auction. Since you are just past your 18th birthday you will be paid an extra $10K per year over five year term. You can make up to $120,000 a year. That’s almost a million and a half dollars by the time you are 30. Besides, instead of your percent share of your sale price being 10% you get 10% more for every year over the five up to 50% of your sale price. That could be several million dollars.”
She reached between my legs and felt my wet slit.
“Look I know this is a big step and you are afraid of the unknown. Your body does not lie. This excites you!”
“I’ll do the full term- my 30th birthday!” I declared in barely more than a whisper.
Tree
