Zoey, the mean amazon

Your owner is Zoey, and you actually have two sets of memories of her.

The first set is your original memories. You went to high school with Zoey, although she never talked to you and had no idea who you were, every guy knew Zoey. Six feet tall, blonde, and gorgeous, she stood out in any crowd. Her height and athletic ability made her the star of the volleyball team, especially since there wasn't a sports bra on the planet that could keep her large breasts from bouncing heavily when she jumped for the ball. Every game she was in was packed with guys in the stands, but that wasn't many games since her bad attitude often got her suspended for fighting. Every guy in high school had talked about how she must like it rough in bed.

You barely register all this before the memories of the new reality come to your head. In a world where 99% of women become slaves after high school, most girls grow up knowing they'll almost certainly spend their lives in servitude. Not Zoey. She knew that her athleticism, beauty, and intelligence were exactly the things that would make her ace the aptitude test and join the elite. All the teachers knew it too, so they'd been much more **** to punish her in this reality. She'd grown up spoiled and even meaner than originally.

She comes up to where you're kneeling on the floor and slaps you hard. "John, you little shit, don't you ever disobey me!"

For a brief moment, you want to object, but instead you say, "I'm sorry, mistress! I'll never disobey again!" Saying it feels incredibly good, it makes you horny and fulfilled at the same time. You know it's the effect of the rule you wrote about slaves being greatly attracted to and devoted to their owners, but it feels completely real. Even without the rule, she is undeniably gorgeous, and the tight, red dress she's wearing shows off the curves that most women that tall could only dream of. With the rule, you can't even imagine not being horny for her all the time.

Zoey rips the rulebook out of your hand and gives it to one of her female slaves, who immediately puts it on one of the bookshelves. "Don't move the books around! You can't even read the title, how would you know where it goes, idiot!"

"I'm sorry, mistress!"

"Lick my feet!"

You immediately bend your head down to the ground and begin licking her red pumps.