The Licence
Synopsis: At 18 Drake is now entitled to own a slave
All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older
Dayton, Ohio
Drake heard a noise and he opened his eyes wide.
“What?” he gasped as he was still half awake, and seeing his family there…
Marg his mom, Lisa, his sister -almost 21, and his dad Bill.
“What’s going on?” he gasped
“Happy Birthday, Son” Bill said.
He looked to his mom “Happy Birthday, baby”
“Yea, Happy Birthday loser” Lisa said
“Lisa!” Marg scolded.
“Well… he is a loser…”
“Now, now” Bill interjected.
His mom had a small present and she went and sat down on the edge of his bed.
“What’s this?” he asked.
“It’s your licence” Bill said “Your eighteen..”
“My licence?” he asked still bleary-eyed
“You slave licence, silly” Marg laughed as she handed it to him.
“Oh, yeah” he grinned.
He sat up and took the present… it felt like an envelope
He hastily got through the wrapping, and there it was, a small birthday-card and he opened it and a small credit-card sized piece of printed cardboard fell out… and some instructions.
He knew what they were.
He looked at his mom and she leant in and kissed him. Her black collar showed she was already owned—by his dad. Lisa had a blue collar—she was yet to be acquired… (maybe when she was 21)
Drake rose up “Gotta take a piss” he said.
“Sure, honey”
“Congratulations, Son” Bill said, shaking his hand
He noticed his sister was not so pleased.
Lisa followed her brother into the bathroom (they’d always shared).
“You’re not really going to go through with it?” she asked as he splashed out into the toilet bowl.
“Why not?”
“Why not!” she gasped.
“You’ll end up like mom when someone’s chosen you…”
That thought depressed Lisa and she turned and left.
“What are you doing?” Marg asked as she saw Lisa tugging at her collar.
“I… I want to get this off”
“But… it’s against the law…” Marg said…
“Do you think it’s right that men own us?” she growled.
“Yes, of course!” Marg laughed “We are women… we have to be owned…”
“But why do we ‘have to be’ owned?”
“Well that’s just the way things are…” Marg said Then she looked wistfully “You’ll understand when a man owns you…”
She sighed.
Lisa didn’t like this.
“A few of my friends escaped…” Lisa said.
“Escaped?”
“Yeah, to Mexico” Lisa said. “They found someone who could counter this collar and…”
“Why would they do that?” Marg said “Being a slave is what we are meant for…”
“What you are meant for…” Lisa said snidely.
“When someone takes you and your collar turns black… you will know what it’s truly like to be wanted….”
“I think it’s disgusting…”
“What’s that university teaching you?”
“Univertisty?” Bill said as he came into the room. He went up grabbing his wife’s ample breasts and squeezing them…
“We were just talking” Marg said.
“I heave they’re going to stop women going to university” Bill said.
“That’s wonderful” Marg gushed.
“That’s horrible” Lisa snapped.
“Women don’t need all those stupid ideas..” Marg began.
“Say, honey… I’m thirsty…”
“Yes, dear” she said immodestly ending her conversation with her daughter… she had to prioritise her husband/master’s needs.
She undid her maternity bra’s covering and Bill took a nipple in and began sucking.
Lisa saw how content her mother sighed. She looked away in disgust as her father sucked Marg’s milk.
Lisa went out to the garage. She drew out her phone. “Hey babe” she said.
“Hiya” Melissa replied.
“Are we on for tonight?” Lisa said.
“The meeting?”
“Shhh” Lisa said—she knew calls were monitored.
“Hey!” Drake said coming out to the garage.
Lisa closed her phone and hit it behind her back.
“What’s up?” Lisa asked nervously.
“Oh, I’m just going over to shop for a slave”
“You’re… you’re really going ahead with it…?”
“Yeah… why not?”
“You… you don’t think it’s wrong?”
“Wrong?”
“To have a slave.”
“Nope” he said as he went to his bike. “Mom and dad are happy… so why wouldn’t I want some of that?”
“It’s….” Lisa began.
“And, I won’t tell them you’ve got a phone either” he smiled, as a veiled threat.
He kick-started his bike and put his helmet over his smirking face.
He spun off.
She cursed herself that she had almost been caught…
Drake headed across town to the Slavery. He went up to the gates and someone pointed him in the right direction.
He parked and leaving his helmet he headed inside.
He was greeted by a near-naked woman wearing a black collar… All the women were collared and when they were under someone’s control the collar went black to signify ownership.
“May I help you, Sir?”
“Today’s my birthday” he said.
“Very good, Sir” she smiled, knowing what it was he was here for.
She called an equally under-dressed woman over. “This is Kimmi. She will take you to our selection room…”
“Okay, great”
“If you come this way, Sir” Kimmi said and he followed her.
“Can you explain the process?” he asked as they went.
“Yes, Sir” she said “As you know all females are collared with the mind control ring… and you have I believe a set of key words and a pass-code?”
“Yes” he said holding up his envelope.
“When you make your selection state the key-words to the subject, and then the pass-code and her collar will kick-in with the programming…”
“How long does it take?”
“It’s instantaneous, Sir” she said.
“Wow”
He was lead into a very large display room. There was a chair… grand… almost like a throne. “Please sit here, Sir”
“Okay”
“Did Sir have a preference?”
“Preference?”
“Yes… race, bust-size, height….?”
“Um…”
“Well how about we start with a more general selection….?”
“Okay”
“Very good, Sir” she smiled.
She had something like a remote control and she pressed this and a side-door opened.
In walked a parade of women, all naked. All shaven.
They looked quite despondent… knowing what was to happen to hem…
“Jill!!?!?” he gasped
“You know one of them?”
“Yes… Jill Matheson…” he said “We go to school together…”
He got off the throne.
“Please, Sir” Kimmi blocked him “It’s not permissible to converse with the stock… unless you’ve chosen her…”
He paused.
“Have you chosen her, Sir?”
“Um… no…”
“Then would you kindly return to your seat….?”
“I…”
“Sir…” she said, insisting.
He returned to his seat.
Meanwhile Lisa, Melissa, Jodie, Karen, and Angela were in Lisa’s bedroom planning some way of getting to Mexico, All of them wore blue collars.
In the adjacent room came the high pitch squeals of Marg as she was being fucked…
It was off-putting.
“Couldn’t we meet somewhere else?” Angela whined.
“Where?” Karen said “Your mon’s just as loud…!”
They laughed. Then… realising what it was they were al joking about they felt more depressed.
Melissa heard the sound of a 250cc engine.
“It’s my brother…” Lisa sighed knowing he’d probably be with some bimbo, now enslaved.
She looked at the time. He’d only been gone a short while.
Lisa went to the bathroom. As she was there Drake came in. She looked up from where she sat on the toilet “So… you got a bimbo?”
“No”
“No?”
“Yeah… I was listening to what you said and…”
“You realised how wrong it is…?”
“In a way…” he said.
She was confused.
“Why should I enslave a total strange?” he said.
“Yeah.. um….” she didn’t know what he meant.
“Anyway, I’ve made my choice…” he said
“So… you’re not going to…”
“I didn’t say that” as he drew out his envelope.
“What’s that?” she asked.
He read from the card.
“Slave. Red. Sailor. Tractor.. Cake. “
“What are you doing?” she asked. She felt a burning at her throat.
He continued “Desire. Music. Poster. Bell”
She rose up off the toile as she realised what he was doing… “No, don’t!” she cried in a panic…. “Please…”
“Trombone” he continued “Code THX-11-38-Alpha- Charlie”
Lisa stood there. She stood in silence.
Drake watched as her collar changed from blue to black.
“Lisa?”
“Yes… Master?”
“How… how do you feel….?”
“I…I feel fine, Master” she said.
“How do you feel… about me?”
“I…. I love you, Master” she gasped
“I want to marry you” he said.
“Oh, yes” she grinned “That would be wonderful…”
“You… you want to?”
“Oh, yes” she gushed “I want to serve you the rest of my life…”
“How’d it go, Son?” Bill asked peering in…
“Watch this, dad” Drake smiled “Lisa?”
“Yes, Master?”
“Suck my dick”
“Oh, yes!” she smiled and went to him and knelt down on the cold white tiles.
She unzipped her brother’s pants and pulled his cock out.
“Well don, Son. Well done” Bill said and left them to it.
Lisa sucked her brother’s cock so eagerly that he came very quickly. She swallowed his load.
She rose to her feet and draped her arms around him. “Thank you, Master” she smiled.
“What for?”
“For letting me taste your come.”
“You liked it?”
“Oh, yesssss” she giggled “I love your come…”
He thought about the other girls there. She sensed his concern.
“I will get rid of them, Master”
“Good” he said. “And you’ll not have anything to do with them every again”
“If that is your wish, Master” she smiled.
“It is”
“I obey”. she smiled.
Later Lisa helped her mom Marg prepare dinner.
“You were right, mom” she said.
“What about?”
“Being enslaved…”
“It’s so wonderful… isn’t it?”
“Yes, mom” she said. “i feel so…”
“Wanted?”
“Yeah….