IMPORTANT NOTICE! I did not write this myself, a good friend of mine wrote this and asked me to publish it on here, she accepts any and all constructive criticism and is a new-ish writer.
**Author's note: I do not think real legal slavery is a good thing regardless of all possible safe guards and laws passed to "protect" the slaves. No one should ever be forced into servitude to another against their will. Even though this story is mostly consensual it has hints at some CNC and those who partake in that should be very careful in it. If you do not like CNC or the slave grading type stories then stop reading.
There is a reference to a story from a great author that also made some fantastic legal slavery stories. It's a small part that most will not even notice. Anyway happy reading!**
I honestly can't really believe it. I had read dozens of stories on Literotica and other sites about this but never in a million years did I see this coming. I still can't really wrap my head around it but real legalized slavery is here. It's been made into our law system and was apparently something in development for quite some time. To be short about how it works, basically anyone upon reaching the age of 19 can volunteer themselves to be made into a slave. You can pick and choose what kind of job you want to go for and set some limits to how you're used. For example someone can volunteer for a 1 month contract, the shortest amount available, and say they want to work in a customer service and in their limits to not be used sexually. They'll then be put up for sale in a specific auction and be likely sold. Upon their term of service being up they'll be freed and given a massive check from the government, a serious tax reduction and ability to own property. The same benefits can also be earned by signing up for a minimum of a 3 year military contract. Since the Canadian army is now fully involved in the war in Ukraine many are somewhat hesitant to go the military route and will instead sign up in slavery.
That's the basic type of slavery. Obviously a not so secret community being the kinksters who have been practicing consensual BDSM for decades jumped on this opportunity. A surge of submissives or some naive girlfriends and boyfriends have been signing up to officially be owned by their significant other. Some couples have this way fulfilled intense fantasies and some have seen issues and have exploited the system. It's not entirely uncommon for a kinky couple to want to spice things up and have the submissive sign their life away in a month long or oftentimes much longer contract only for their now official and legal onwer to sell them and buy and younger model in exchange. Some even got sold overseas and would be lost in permanent slavery. Such horror stories have happened but most of the time the slave would be found and brought back to Canada... but not always. Anyway, it just goes to tell that you must be 110% sure of who you sign your life away to.
Here's where my part starts. My name's Vanan, I'm 23, a bit too tall in my opinion at 6' 1", I'm in good shape thanks to my great metabolism, I'm not buff but I got some good muscles on me. I've practicing BDSM with my awesome Mistress, Mistress S and I'm currently trying to not drench her passenger seat with my sweat. It doesn't really help that I'm butt ass naked and only "wearing" a custom made leather shock collar with some matching cuffs on my wrists and ankles, all of it locked on with small individual padlocks. The craftsmanship of this gear is actually really impressive and they are even fully waterproof. Mistress S also added some decently heavy chains to my cuffs, a 10" chain at my ankles, I can still walk albeit slow and awkwardly and a 6" chain to my wrists. This is mostly for show as even if these chains weren't on I wouldn't dare escape my Mistress's side. I love this.
But currently as I said I am panicking harder than I thought possible. I can feel a horde of butterflies in my stomach and am proactively taking deep breaths to calm myself. Finally we pull in the parking lot and Mistress S turns to me.
"Ready?" She said with calming smile
"Yeah... I think, still hard to wrap my head around this but yeah... it's actually happening."
When the news of this whole thing happened Mistress S was quick to contact me before I could even finish my text to her saying basically the same thing. In our play sessions together I had always wanted to be her slave for a full week but our jobs kept getting in the way of any chance of that. When legal slavery came about we had a loop hole, if I signed a 1 month contract to be owned by Mistress S she would be able to apply for Employment Insurance (E.I) as she would be required to remain home and train me. Obviously after so much time together and many play sessions I didn't reallt need training but she insisted that she would teach me a few things. Regardless, I myself would be exempt from work as obviously my legal status would be changed to a slave. I was kinda worried about how I would afford my rent or get my job back after the month of slavery but Mistress S told me not to worry.
Mistress S took out a binder and from it retrieved the contract her lawyer and we had drawn up and agreed to. Without putting the whole 10 pages boring thing on here it stated, like any other slavery contract, that I would become Mistress S's legal property for the duration of 30 days. Mistress S being my owner had some conditions to respect, I could not be sold or traded and would remain in my Mistress's care until the contract ended. I could be put to use for menial labor of household chores, like laundry, dishes and more. I could also be used for her own pleasure of sadism with impact play using floggers, paddles and bare hand spanking. Whips were completely off limits. I could be punished in a variety of ways including the ones already mentioned and others. The shock function on my collar and the heavy set locked on restraints was all a condition the lawyer insisted upon as with my natural strength I could potentially cause harm to my Mistress if I had a panic attack or something. We both thought this to be a bit intense but I soon grew to like giving even more control this way. I could also be used sexually by my Mistress or any female friends so long as Mistress S herself is present or nearby. I was to be fed twice a day the slave gruel that the laws had mandated, the gruel itself looks and tastes like a flavorless oatmeal but is filled with all required nutritional needs of a human. My time would be spent for the most part serving Mistress S in any of the approved ways but mostly being sexual and labor. When not in direct use I was to be locked into my cage that Mistress had installed in her unfinished basement. The cage itself was surprisingly large, I could get pretty comfy in there. I was a bit worried about getting bored but Mistress S also reassured me that I likely won't. Back to reality now.
"Alright, stay put, I'll come around, leash you and you'll follow me on all fours ok?"
"Yes Mistress." I replied bowing my head slightly
I did always appreciate how kind Mistress S was with me and how she would explain stuff to me and how it would go down. Me being constantly overwhelmed and overthinking, she helped me a lot and was the perfect Mistress for me, even though she had 20 years older than me I still saw her as a type of mother figure being kind and caring. But I also knew to be careful by learning and respecting her as she had times where her sadistic side would show especially when testing out her new floggers or paddles on my poor ass.
Mistress came around and opening my door she reached in and clipped a leash to my collar. A sudden yank that I wasn't expecting, let's be real, I never do, made me look her directly in the eyes.
In a sultry but somewhat creepy voice that turned me on more than I was already she said, "Time to make you MINE, and for real... slave boy."
Then she pulled me down and I had hurried to get on all fours. Mistress S closed the door and pulled me along. She knew to go slower than normal walking as to not choke me but she also knew how I did like to be yanked along. She maintained a pace that had me constantly trying to catch up but in vain as she kept yanking on my leash cutting my airway every few seconds. Finally we reached the building's main double doors, Mistress was greated by a security guard who asked the reason for her visit. I felt ridiculous amount of shame at her answer;
"I'm here to make this little bitch here mine for a while, I have all the paperwork here." She handed the security officer the contract which he skimmed through before giving back to her and waving her in.
I wasn't used to be being in my gear in such a public place but given that this was a slave market me being naked, collared, leashed, cuffed and chained is perfect normal.
I crawled and eventually stopped near my Mistress who ordered me to sit, like a dog. We were in a short line and ahead of me I saw 2 other couples. The one at the counter had a woman who looked to be in her late 40s signing some documents, a very young looking girl who looked almost identical as the older one was being fitted with a metal slave collar and given the usual speel about how the collar had a shock function and would be used if she disobeyed and blah blah blah. Given their resemblance yet obvious age gap it was a mother and daughter. The young girl was then leashed and before being led away she gave her mother a big hug, probably her last hug for quite awhile. Something did trouble me a bit as the girl had a bright giddy smile on her while her parent had a face full of tears and chagrin.
The other couple in front of us was 2 curvy women who both looked to be in their late 20s holding hands and each holding stacks of paper, from my lower position I could see the slavery insignia on the papers on both of their stacks, I took an educated guess that they were likely here to both volunteer together, selling yourself as a pair, especially for lesbian couples was always a sure thing to get a great price. I wish them luck and plenty of orgasms.
The young daughter was led away to her fate and her mother passed us in tears. I kinda felt bad for her but at the end of the day it's her daughter's choice and soon she'll be free again and they can be a family again. The lesbians moved up and after a few confirmations and finalizations of their contracts they signed their life away for however long their contracts are set for. I got quite a show as they both were told to strip all clothes, possessions and I.Ds and soon were both wearing only their slave collars and were led away to their new lives.
Finally our turn. Mistress S gave the contract and after some back and forth including the official asking me and making sure I wasn't being forced into this I signed my life away and was officially my Mistress's slave... for reals...
Mistress then pulled my leash forcing my eyes to meet hers;
"As planned you'll be getting a implant, not that I intend to let you out of my sight but it's standard procedure, also according to your medical records you might be allergic to the gruel so you'll be getting some blood work done. You're gonna be chipped and then get the needle."
Sounds pretty good to me. I hope I'm not allergic to the gruel I was kinda looking forward to get the full experience. Mistress kept a hold on my leash telling me there was more to be said.
"Apparently they recommend that we give our sexual use slaves a special stimulant that helps with aphrodisiac and sexual performance. You'll be getting a shot of that as well and it'll be put into your water supply. Any questions SLAVE?"
Damn! Hearing the word slave and knowing that's my actual legal status sent chills down my spine. "Yes Mistress."
"Wonderful, now be a good boy for the market staff. As a convenient bonus you'll be keeping your gear on since I told them you might be a security risk in less restraints." Mistress added that last part with a hint of malicious intent. I'm just hoping I won't get disciplined by the handlers as they can be pretty rough.
My leash was then given to a handler that showed up just on time and led me to a small doctor's office. I was asked a number of basic health and sex questions before having blood being drawn and followed with the shot of what I'm gonna respectively call "horny juice".
The nurse explained that this first shot was an activation of my hormones that cause the sensation of being aroused and that the chemical added to my water will enhance and prolong its effect. She alsp explained that some known side effects but she insisted they should be called "intentional effects" made the slave crave any kind of attention and would often override the mind as it's quite common that an aroused individual is much more willing to do anything if they even have the chance of getting an orgasm.
The nurse then told me I was to be brought to a cell and placed there while she waits for my blood results. Upon reaching the cell I saw the young girl from earlier. I was ushered in and immediately the young girl jumped to my side and began blabbering on.
"Hi! Oh my god! Isn't this so exciting!"
Me still being a shy introvert with no friends didn't really know how to answer but gave it my best shot.
"Yeah, it is... ummm... hi... my name is Vanan... what's... what's yours?"
"Oh well my old name was Vanessa but I'm kinda trying to forget it as my Master will likely give me a new name," she looked very proud of that but I sensed something a bid odd about her, she continued, "So whachu doing here and oh how long is your term, bet it's not as long as mine hi hi hi."
Her little giggle did worry me a bit but I played along, "I signed up for a month to my play partner... umm... we uh... we have been doing BDSM together for about a year when we heard about the new laws... and uh, well yeah, here I am. What about uh... what about you?"
"I came here on my 19th birthday to finally fulfill my dream of being enslaved to a Master that will use my body as he wishes and showering me with love and erotic action! You know just like all those smut authors, I must have read 100+ books about all kinds of scenarios like that, soon that will be me!"
Not exactly what I had guessed, I thought she had self enslaved to help her family's finances but this is a whole other level of being naive. It also better explains her mom's reaction too. I can't imagine how many times she tried to change her day dreaming daughter's mind.
I was nervous at first but seeing us both being naked and collared put me more at ease and I'm pretty sure the horny juice was starting to work which made me feel a bit high and less nervous.
"And how long is your contract? You said longer than mine right?" I asked
"If you guess close enough I'll suck you off right here..." she said with a devious grin
All my neurons were working on this guess, my senses solely focused on getting that BJ.
After a few too many guesses she finally told me.
"5 years." She said it as if it was some kind of bragging rights, she continued with how she'll be the best slave and is so looking forward to her handsome, tall, muscular Master will be.
Now normally I would have kept my mouth shut and not pooped on her parade but with the juice in my veins making my shyness disappear I couldn't stop myself.
"You know it might not be exactly as you expect, those books you talk about are fantasy, not reality. What kind of limits did you set for your contract?"
"Well umm... I uhh..." she was at a losr for words at my statement, I feared I might have gave her a bit too much of a reality check, but again, couldn't stop myself.
She finally spat it out, "Besides not being sold or traded, not much... like no scat or but no other limits... why do you ask?..."
"Well you'll be put to auction and businesses or anyone with the money will try to outbid the other cuz I'm not gonna lie you're pretty damn hot," that made her blush a bit and brought back her smile, so you might end up with a good Master that meets your expectations but you also might land yourself an owner who keeps you in a cage and whips you all day."
"Well... yeah... I guess..." that last part had her bit unsure. I figured I should give her hope though.
"But hey! If you dedicate yourself to your owner and be a good slave chances are he'll be kind in turn."
"Yeah... yeah! You're right! Thanks for being honest about it, and hey since you said I'm 'damn hot' let me reward you for that nice compliment."
It was a bit difficult with my shackles but she managed to give me a decent BJ. The horny juice did it's job and I had a wonderful orgasm in her mouth which she dutifully swallowed. We spent the next few minutes talking about our lives before our contracts but then we heard a door and we both immediately assumed the present position as expected, kneeling, legs spread, hands behind head and thrusting up our chests.
Withput I much of a word the handler reached in, clipped a leash to my collar, pulled me to my feet and led me away. It was a bit difficult to follow him standing with my heavy chains but I managed.
I was brought out to my Mistress and upon exchanging some thanks with the handler she pushed me down to my knees. She hold of the leash and yet again yanked it to meet her eyes. She was donning her infamous malicious smile again.
"I saw you had some fun and allowed yourself to cum without my permission? Hmm?"
"I... uh... I'm sorry Mistress... I didn't think about-"
WACK!
A sharp slap to the face shut me up. Mistress had never slapped me before but I can guess that going from play partner to legal slave can change a few things.
"No you didn't think you dumb mutt! We'll see about that back home but first... I have a surprise for you."
Oh no, her surprises were usually not good. To my great dismay she pulled out a steel cock cage... my heart dropped and my stomach turned. In the past we had talked about and even tried it once and I didn't like the feeling of the cage around my dick. But now that I am literally her property and that unfortunately there are limits to the limits you can have on your slavery contract it meant that she could lock it away if she so pleased.
Knowing full well there's no avoiding this I assumed the present position giving her complete access to her property and accepted my fate. With expert precision she locked my tool away, I looked down at it and realized that me and Vanessa might be in somewhat the same boat.
I was broken out of my reverie by feeling the sharp tug on my leash which I followed like any good slave should.