Rather than that, you need to sort some things out

Certainly, you remembered your ‘dream’ as a dream, but right now, you also recognized your current surrounding reality. It was a lot to take in at once, but at the same time it was also, absolutely, one-hundred percent happening.

Come to think of it, when did you even come to the post office?

“Sir? Hello?” The woman across the counter waved her hand in front of your face a as the man sitting under her started to stir.

“Oh, christ! Sorry.” Okay, just act natural. Surely that’ll solve everything. You just need to remember what that dream asshole told you and try to build from there, “I’m actually a little confused about some of this.” You gestured to the paper the woman had taken from you.

“Oh that’s not a problem, I can try and answer any questions you might have.” She beamed up at you as the man under her started into a steady pace.

“Right, so, I guess I’m a little confused by the eight dollars for, er, a ****?”

“I can understand your confusion sir, it’s pretty uncommon for an unmarried man to claim a woman isn’t it? Most men aren’t usually satisfied with the same three holes day in and day out for more than a few weeks at a time. Not that I’m trying to judge you or anything.” The woman started to giggle.

She was quickly sobered by the man underneath her giving her ass a hard smack, which she responded to with a short yelp and a cheeky glance over her shoulder.

“Anyway, I can understand that it seems a little high, especially for an untrained slut, but this is government, on top of that, you have to pay the people doing the filing somehow.”

A little high… yeah…. Wait!

“Untrained?”

“Oh, well, yes. Your average woman certainly takes a lot of dick in their day to day life,” The woman was starting to breath a little heavier now as the man’s hips made a rhythmic clap against her own hips, “but you can’t actually guarantee their skill, and as such the government doesn’t make any assumptions, so you’re merely paying for processing and handling of your claim. If you were buying privately though say from a friend you’d have to pay for thing’s such as their evaluation of skill and even sentimental value, and if you were purchasing from a licensed slut trainer, you’d be looking at not only the filing fee’s for handing over ownership, but – ah – also the astronomical price for – for a guaranteed – oh – fully trained and very skilled....” The woman nearly managed to hold on until the end of her explanation, but soon collapsed against her desk, reached between her legs and started diddling herself.

It was honestly pretty hot, but you were still really confused. And how high was astronomical? Considering eight dollars, for what theoretically included her own freedom, sounded high to her. Was fifty bucks for a fully trained **** ‘astronomical’?

“Was there– anything else?” The woman was now leaning heavily on the counter as the man behind her stood out of his chair and really started to give it to her, her own hands falling away from her crotch to help support herself.

“Uh….” Okay this was getting really distracting.

You took a moment to look away as you tried to reorder your thoughts. Your eye’s fell on the latina that was getting railed earlier. Now the man was nowhere in sight, but the woman was a disheveled mess with cum dripping down her leg and currently chatting with the agent at the next window quite calmly.

“I guess I’m also a little confused about what I’m allowed to do with a... **** – like over a, er, a free woman.”

“Anything.” The woman’s eyes went wide as she sucked in a deep breath.

You could only guess what was happening, but the man behind her putting a stop to his thrusting and letting out a low groan gave you a pretty good guess.

“Anything…?”

“Yes… ah… thanks for that Terry.” The woman turned to her coworker.

He just laughed and gave her ass another satisfying clap before heading off, leaving the woman’s pants around her ankles.

“That’s right, except anything that can cause any permanent or lasting harm of course,” The woman got control of her breath and went back to her explanations in a calm and ordered tone, “that would be classified as ‘slut cruelty’ and as such the fines are generally even steeper than if you were to maim an unclaimed woman.”

“Ah… right.... makes sense. So… I can do anything with a free woman too though, right?”

“Anything directly related to intercourse.” Her answer came quick as a whip.

“Oh, so slaves can be made to do things outside of sex?”

“Well yes, as you keep putting it, they’re essentially slaves. Once ownership forms have been filed the woman becomes your legal property for as long as you feel like supporting them. And to that point only claimed woman are open to breeding, modding and whatever kind of training you feel like putting them through.”

You could only blink at how calmly she explained everything, nevermind some of the mindbending phrases she used. Even now she was just smiling at you. Her! A woman! And she just told you you could enslave women for less than a full meal at some generic fast food chain and use them for literally anything your heart desires.

“Well, actually there’s now explicit law against training free women, but for obvious reasons it’s usually a fruitless effort, beyond just having fun.”

“Oh yeah… obvious…. So, could I enslave you?” You dumbly droned, barely even registering that they were your own words.

“Haha! Unfortunately it's not quite that simple sir, although I’m flattered.” The woman flashed you a brilliant smile and pointed to a simple plastic band on her middle finger with a green LED plastered in the centre… and what appeared to be a barcode on right beside the light .

Come to think of it you were told about that...but,

“That guy your husband then?” You could help ask, you glanced around for Terry, but he was already long go.

“No, he was my coworker.” The woman’s smile shrunk to a less dazzling grin, but it was still clearly there.

But she was claimed… oh! Claimed by him, right? It was going to take some getting used to to understand random people can own each other.

“I’m a government employee, you see. Like most women during employment I’m under limited ownership to my employer. It’s a measure that prevents clerks from being taken home during busy hours. All female employees of any government office are leased to the government.”

“Yeah… makes sense….” To your surprise it actually did in its own way. Even as your pants were tenting at the sheer absurdity of everything there was still some degree of order to everything that comforted you a little.

“In my case there’s a whole mess of forums to even requisition me from my employer before you can even file to officially claim me and since it’s government you’ll be waiting quite some time before they even respond, nevermind if they’ll consent or not. Of course, it’s also policy to give anyone full access to all my holes while at work as well as outside business hours anywhere. As noted by, well, you know, the green light.”

“Yeah right, as opposed to when…” You had zero idea but you pretend you did and started snapping your fingers and flicking your wrist as you pretended to have a brain fart and misremembered the word.

“The light is red?”

“Yeah, that one.”

“Hah, yeah, kinda basic stuff though, right?”

“Yeah….” Oh god that was close.

“Would you like something from me?” She met your eyes and pulled another brilliantly innocent smile even as she pressed her tits together.

“Ah, no! Just the rest of these thing’s for now.” You waved to the business you had dumped on the counter and quickly looked behind you, half expecting everyone in line to be aghast at the offer.

Of course, they were all just standing there, patiently waiting their turn in line.

“Certainly sir.”

“I guess I was a little hasty here, maybe I should do some more research before getting a ****.” You sighed and tried to calm your nerves with a joke, “Do you guys have any online resources for this kind of thing.”

“We absolutely do. Just go to the government website and you should be able to find a page related to ‘Female Requisition and Claimant Responsibility,’ there’s even online forms if you’d prefer.” She paused her work for a moment to tap the form you had left on her desk before resuming her work, “Plus, as I understand it, there's quite a few online communities if you’d be interested in digging deeper into female ownership.”

You were at your limit. You could barely keep your head straight anymore and were in a complete daze. Before you knew it your work was done and you were heading for the front doors, still unsure of everything that just happened.