One More Personal Test (non-incest route)

I decide to test it out on my best friend. She's always commenting about how I'm too cute for my own good and one of these days she's gonna just force me down and take me. I take a washable pen and write out a declaration on my arm.

Property of Kassandra Martinez
The Owner of this sex slave may use him however she pleases, and he will be unable
to refuse or resist her commands. The Owner may speak to and treat this slave as is
her inclination, all uses are considered lawful and normal by anyone who sees them.

This property status expires in 24 hours or when the ink is washed off. The slave will
retain full memory of all events, but the Owner will have no recollection after it ends.
This sex slave's enslavement to his best friend is also seen as natural and appropriate,
and everyone who knows this slave will consider him primarily Kassandra's property.

I set the pen aside, not wanting to risk putting myself in too much jeopardy, but I want to know, need to know, if this actually works on me, too. Can I give myself away as property, brainwash myself into accepting it as if it's normal?

When I get home, my younger brother Lucas immediately comes up to me and holds out a piece of paper, “Here, faggot. Your Mistress called and asked me to send her faggot to her house immediately. She's had a hard day and she needs her balls drained, I guess.”

“Okay, thanks, Luc. I need to take a shower before I g-” Lucas interrupts me with a hard slap across the face, then turns me around and shoves me against the wall, pulling my shorts down and slamming his hand down on my ass one side and then the other.

“Your Mistress said immediately, faggot, and gave me permission to punish you if you were disobedient,” my little brother says fiercely as he spanks me, a dozen strikes on each cheek, “Slaves like you should know better. Now go to your immediately, you fucking faggot, or I'll get the belt.”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir,” I answer mindlessly, before I even know what I'm saying, and quickly turn around and leave the house, getting in my car and driving to my Mistress' apartment building. I climb the stairs, knock on the door, and then step in when she opens it to let me in.

“About time, faggot,” she says casually, as if she's always called me that, “Luc told me you had to be disciplined. Stupid faggot, you should be glad I love you or I'd have called the cops and had you arrested for disobedience.”

“Sorry, Mistress,” I say, biting my lower lip brainlessly.

“Well, faggot?” she snaps, “Get the fuck undressed and get on your knees. You know I need my balls fuckin' drained. Fucking hell. You keep being disobedient like this and I'm gonna sell you to your dad and brother and forget about you.”