James (a last year high school student with a dom fantasy)

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James wanted to eventually enslave his sexy sister,{if Women are looking to be enslaved = true}and he knew of her fear of getting enslaved by some guy she hated, but he also knew that despite her looks she wasn't on his classmate's radar just yet, as their was a few sluts everyone was going after first, as a result{else} but {endif} he had to deal with his tyrant of a mother first. He always hated how his mother always seemed so high and mighty when she teased his sister about becoming enslaved. It is all too easy for her to seem all high and mighty when she has no risk of being enslaved herself. He wanted to make her pay for her cockiness. The only problem is that she is 44, which is four years past the age by which women are legally allowed to be enslaved. However, James took care of that about a week ago.

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ABOUT A WEEK AGO, JAMES walked into his school counselor's office.

"Hello, Mr. Jonson."

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Mr. Jonson always tries to seem regal but open to his students; most of the time, it just seems awkward as if he was trying to hard to convince the girls that he was the right man to give their numbers to. However no one ever wanted him to be their master because of a few bad rumors about his private life as a result most of the girls avoided him. {else}

Mr. Jonson always tries to seem regal but open to his students ; most of the time, it just seems awkward. {endif}This time was no different as he folded his hands across the desk and leaned back in his chair like a mob boss.

"Hello James, what brings you to my office today."

James looks around the room and makes sure no one can hear him.

So Mr. Jonson leans forward, "James, you don't have to worry; this room is soundproof; nothing you say will leave this room."

{if Women are looking to be enslaved = true}This didn't make James feel any better as he remember all the pervert rumors about why Mr. Jonson had the only sound proof office it the building especially the ones about how he would tie his slaves up and make them cry and beg at the top of their longs before fucking them, but he came here with for a reason so he still asks,{else}James finally relaxes in his chair and asks,{endif}"Why did the government choose the age of forty to be the end of legal slavery?"

Mr. Jonson grinned. "Well, they didn't; 40 is just the end where any woman can legally be **** into slavery; if a woman is already a ****, just because they turn forty doesn't mean they stop being a ****."

James "But why forty, why not fifty or even sixty?"

Mr. Jonson fronded at the student before him," James, you didn't pay attention in social studies class, did you? Because I know they covered this." He taps his pen off the desk, and James gives him a blank stare. "Well. it's because they wanted to give any woman who wasn't already a **** a chance to have and start a family without the risk of becoming a ****."

"If that is the case, then why can't a woman who is, let's say, 44 and already has almost adult children be allowed to be **** into slavery."

Mr. Jonson smiles, and he wraps his hands in front of him. "Now, James, you are being very specific now, aren't you." This just causes James to look away, so Mr. Johnson Continues, "Well, then she still has some responsibilities to any male children that she has. Assuming they are ok with it, I don't think anyone would have too much legal trouble enslaving that woman. But therein lies the problem, what male is going to agree to allow his own mother to be enslaved."

James smiled as he couldn't hold back the joy that he had just found a solution to his problem. "I don't think that would be too much trouble. So how would you go about enslaving a woman that doesn't have a tattoo."

Mr. Jonson "James, you really need to pay more attention in class. The number that is tattooed on a woman's body is assigned to them at birth, it is their ID number, and the last digit is the number of elder siblings they have. So assuming that person has male offspring and you have their permission, all you would have to do is to type that number into your phone."

James' face lights up as if it was his birthday.

Mr. Jonson "It looks like you got the answer you wanted now; please return to your class. If I am not mistaken, you have social studies class right now, so this time, please pay attention."

James thought to himself, 'How can he expect me to pay attention in class when I have Khadija in it?' Khadija is an African American student who was supposed to be in the grade above James. Last year, She just happened to be the oldest girl in that class. So when it got out that she got her number tattooed on her hip, a few boys hatched a plan to pants her when she walked into class. Mr. Ferguson, James's current social studies teacher, just happened to see it coming and was the quickest to the draw on his phone. Not only did Khadija fail due to Mr. Ferguson constantly fucking her during every one of his class periods, but most of his other students did too. Who could blame them? Mr. Ferguson had Khadija's naked body rigged to his so he could fuck her and teach at the same time. Of course, no one paid any attention to a word Mr. Ferguson was saying over Khadija's endless moans.

To avoid being held back, Every one of Mr. Ferguson's students was able to take summer school with another teacher, that is, everyone except Khadija, as she was too busy delivering Mr. Ferguson's and her child. After his student's poor performance, the school district asked that teacher leave any **** that isn't a student or another teacher at home and only have sex with them when they are supposed to be in your class. Originally the school wanted no sex at all, but that would have never gotten past the male-driven teacher union.

To make matters worse for James's schooling, his next class was calc. with Mrs. Banks. {if Women are looking to be enslaved = true}

Mrs. Banks was a 22-year-old newly married, fresh out of college teacher. She got married a week before the first day of school, and her husband thought that he would be the one she would get her numbers to. However much to his surprise she didn’t give her number too him. As a result, James’s calc class began nothing but each male stupid coming in with increasing bid to win her sexy ass.

{else}Mrs. Banks was a 22-year-old newly married, fresh out of college teacher. She got married a week before the first day of school, and somehow, she managed to hide her numbers even from her husband. However, on the first day of school, a student in James's class managed to 'guess' her numbers. The school decided it was within the student's right to make her do anything he wanted as long as she could still teach the class. As a result, the moment that boy walked into class Mrs. Banks had to strip down to nothing and then allow the boy to fuck her while she taught the class. Needless to say, James hasn't learned a thing in calc, except for the fact that Mrs. Banks keeps her pussy clean-shaven and is now six months pregnant with her student's baby. {endif}

It was easy for him to figure out his mother's number over the next week since she was not afraid of anyone enslaving her, she used part of them for all her passwords, and she left her password on sticky notes. The hard part was figuring out the order. There were two sets of four numbers and one set of three numbers. He knew the last number had to be a one since she only has one older sibling. As a result, there could only be two choices:

143 5768 5761

Or

5768 143 5761

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{if Women are looking to be enslaved = true}W+E!{endif}