It is thorough.

In some ways, you were disappointed. You had imagined some sort of ritual enslavement. Dreams of being led out in front of a crowd and commanded to strip and debase yourself for their amusement were sadly dashed. No, your slavery would begin in an office not too unlike the ones you had spent your adult life working in. You supposed it was fitting, after a fashion, much as you might have preferred being stripped, collared, and branded in front of a cheering audience. It did occur to you that this treatment may indicate the degree to which submissions like your own were no longer special. You were just one more foreigner transitioning from freedom to slavery, no more or less valued than any other new ****. It was a little sobering, but you did not let that deter you.

Instead of giving it any further thought, you looked over the paperwork. Saving the contract itself for last, you went over the rest of it. There was a document applying for citizenship in the nation of Liganda which was encouraging and a pleasure to fill out, but the one beneath that which revoked your Japanese citizenship? That gave you a moment's pause. These two documents together would prevent any escape back to Japan. Granted, you had closed down your life there already. You had no home or job back there to return to, nor even the money to pay for a plane ticket to fly back there, but even so it was daunting to know that you could not go back to your old life even if you wanted to. Still, you had come this far, and after a few minutes work, both documents had been completed.

The rest of the paperwork were an in depth examination of Yasaka Michiko's life up to this moment. Your educational, professional, medical, and sexual histories were asked for in great detail, and you wrote down every answer as accurately as you could remember. In a way, you were saying farewell to the woman you had spent your life becoming by writing her down.

Some time later, maybe minutes, maybe hours, you could not really tell anymore, you finished everything but the contract itself. This was the dessert to your bureaucratic meal, and you had been saving the best for last. Unlike the normal forms, this was a work of art.

Contract of Enslavement

I, Yasaka Michiko, of sound mind and body, do hereby on this date, the 2nd of September in the year 2024, declare the following:

I declare myself to be a ****. I surrender all rights and privileges accorded me as a free person and human being, I accept that I am now the property and chattel of the nation of Liganda, to be used and disposed of in whatever way my masters and mistresses shall wish.

i understand and agree that as a Ligandan ****, I shall not leave the nation of Liganda under any circumstances. Should I be transported beyond the borders of Liganda against my will, I understand that I remain a **** at all times, and will consider myself to be stolen property and seek to return myself to my legal owners as soon as possible.

I accept that my body and mind are no longer my own. I may be physically modified in any way my owner desires, I will be physically punished to correct faults in my service or merely at the pleasure of my owners, and I can and will be restrained and imprisoned at the convenience of my owners.

I have no claim to the fruits of my body, be it milk, blood, hair, or even any children I may bear. All are the property of my owners.

Per the wishes of the free person Yasaka Michiko, the nameless **** this contract applies to shall begin her slavery as a kuziliana mtumwa, a breeding ****. I will be bred to produce more slaves and milked to enrich my owners.

This slavery is permanent and irrevocable. Should I be released by my current owners, I will become the propertty of the first Ligandan citizen who chooses to claim me. I am a ****. I will always be a ****.

Now and forever a ****,
Yasaka Michiko
**** ID Number: 000112518-JP

After taking a few moments to appreciate the beauty of it, you signed your life away. Your orgasm a moment later was shattering.