Chattel

As I stood on the stage, my heart pounding in my chest, I couldn't believe what was happening. I had been selected as a servant - one that would belong to someone else, body and soul.

I tried to protest, but it was no use. The women who did this to me were too strong, too determined. And as they dragged me away, I couldn't help but feel a sense of fear and despair wash over me - like my entire world had been turned upside down in an instant.

When we finally arrived at the room where I would be held until my new owner arrived, I was stripped naked and shaved from the neck down. The women who did this to me were rough, their hands moving quickly over my body as they removed every last piece of clothing I had on.

After I was nude they shaved me down, removing my pussy hair that gave me my last bit of privacy. I couldn't help but feel a sense of shame and humiliation wash over me - like I had been reduced to nothing more than a piece of meat for someone else to enjoy.

Once I was completely shaven, they gave me an enema to clean out my bowels thoroughly. The women washed me off with cold water, making me shiver in the chill. They then washed my breasts and pussy with warm soapy water, paying special attention to every inch of skin.

After the bath, they cuffed my hands behind my back and left me alone in the room, naked, waiting for my new owner to arrive.

As I sat there, trying to come to terms with what had just happened, I couldn't help but feel a sense of fear and uncertainty wash over me. What would happen next? Would I be treated well or badly by my new owner? And most importantly, how was I supposed to feel about this situation - one that had been **** upon me against my will?