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The Moral Slavery Ammendment

Eve and I opened our manila envelopes. The 32 amendment was set to go into effect at midnight, and now we would figure out what end we would be on. The night before we had hastily married two nights before, to ensure that whichever way it went, we would not be split up. I read mine first. "Congratulations Mark Smith, you have been selected as a slave...." I looked at Eve and nodded. "So, I'm either going to be your dominatrix, or we're going to be Mr. and Mrs. Bitch. " She said before reading her own. "and, we're bitches"

We each continued reading the forms although we each knew what they would say. A bunch of legal wording about how we were no longer full citizens, how we would be owned as chattel, but maintain certain protections. For instance, we would have to obey whoever owned us, but could sue our owners in a court of law. We cannot wear clothes unless our owner allows, unless the climate requires it. We'd have to listen to and show respect to any free person unless our owners said otherwise, within reason of course.

The news was filled with the list of famous celebrities, CEO's and politicians who were selected as slaves, and who may be their first owners. Many including my parents who figured they'd be enslaved had signed agreements with folks they believed to be good fits for owners. Eve and I were going to go at it in a bit riskier fashion. There were two other options. Those who were not already designated property based on marriage, family or prior arrangements could submit to an auction house, or the state to be sold. Or they could go about their lives, under new conditions until someone who had purchased a slave catching permit claimed them and could prove restraint.

We called our families once we got back to our apartment off campus. Both of my parents were enslaved, and two of three sisters. My brothers were each free. Her father was enslaved, and thus property of her mother. Later that evening two packages appeared on our doorstep. Inside were simple collars, some hygiene kits, a chastity cage for me and a chastity belt for Eve. Before being resigned to our fate, we made love one last time as free persons. After cleaning up, we put on our bondage. Past midnight we wouldn't need our clothes. As a slave couple, we had a length of chain to connect our collars, to show the free folk we could not be separated.

That morning we went to class as usual. Only a few of our enslaved peers were present, their new owners either deciding that an educated slave was worth more, or that it wasn't worth it, or perhaps delaying so as to impart some training of their new chattel. Our nakedness drew plenty of attention, but in our classes themselves it wasn't mentioned. I could tell from Eve's nipples she was rather excited the whole time, I myself was straining against the chastity cage.

A few boys and fewer women had remarked that had they purchased permits; they'd love to claim us. But we made it through the first full day of being 'slaves' relatively un-harassed. Except for when we were driving home, and a free man in his raised pickup truck, who could see we were collared demanded to be in our lane, and threatened to crunch our car, and flog us in the middle of the road. Which had there been an accident, he would have been in his rights to do.

That evening the slave registry went live. It included all information on who was enslaved, and who they were owned by, and where they were living. This would be how we were enslaved. When we woke up that morning our collars had been locked to the bed. In a chair at the other end of a room was a buxom middle-aged Asian woman clad in leather. "Hello my little slaves. Rise and Shine. I'm Mistress Tines." She said in a cool voice. Eve and I exchanged looks and sat up as far as our collars would allow. "Silly little slaves, only a lock on the doorknob? You realize how easy those are to pick? Not as easy as the locks I'll use on you two. Any-who, under the 32 Amendment, and the Slave Catcher Act, I'm claiming you two as my chattel. I've already sent video evidence of my restraining you to the slave registry, so I don't want any fussing from you. And inkling of disobedience will be punished. I intend to be a kind mistress, but don't cross me" When she stood up and came over to the bed, she pulled back our covers to reveal additional bondage. "Yes, while you two sluts were asleep, and after I submitted proof that I'm now your owner I took the liberty to inject you with sedatives so I could apply your new bondage in peace" She stated. True enough we now had angle cuffs linked together with small decorative chains, as well as wrist cuffs. Further my plastic chastity cage had been replaced with a spiked steel cage. Meanwhile Eve had her previous leather chastity belt replaced with a shiny steel one, and a matching brazier. "Don't worry slaves, those are mainly for training purposes. Once you demonstrate that you two can control yourselves, I'll take them off except for punishments. Now I've taken the day off and I haven't quite decided what to do with you slaves yet. Your slave registry profiles show that you're both one semester away from getting chemistry degrees, so I figure I'll take you on your usual schedule to decide if it's worth it."

Soon after Mistress's proclamations she had attached leashes to each of our collars and ushered us out of the apartment. In the lobby she explained the situation to the foreman who gave her a copy of the keys to our apartment before we continued out to the bus stop. Of the nine or so people waiting at the stop, Eve and I were the only slave. Our mistress slapped each of us across the slave. "KNEEL while we are waiting!" She ordered. It made sense each of us were taller than her, and it wasn't a good appearance for one attempting to portray power. Soon enough Ms. Bates, a thirty-year-old woman we often talked to on the bus approached our mistress. "Hi, I'm Katy, are you their new owner?" She asked. "Yes, that why I got the leash. They aren't for sale if you're asking" She replied with a fair amount of snark. "Oh, heavens no I couldn't afford that now. I just wanted to see how my friends were doing" "Ah, well I assure you they're in capable hands. If you want to talk to them, perhaps in a couple days, I've only just started their training" Ms. Bates seemed taken back, since slavery was new, no one quite new how it would play out. The law left a fair amount of leeway in how we would act and be treated depending on our owners. Evidently ours was going to be a strict and formal experience.
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