“... I thought you wanted to be my pet,” she said.

“Things change,” The new Jack observed fastidiously siping the pearly drop of cum off her chin. She licked it clean. “From now on I’m in charge. Now then I think a celebration is in order.” Jack said. “Prepare the invitation. All of your former peers. Your subordinates and employees. We’re going to have an indenturing celebration...” he said.

Kitty swallowed. That was where one person formally gave all legal and personal freedoms to another. “But... I don’t want to be your ****.” She protested. Oddly the thought aroused her. “Not in front of everyone... please. It will be humiliating.” She begged, nipples hardening, hairless sex tingling. She already lost all her wealth, her manhood, her body... but her freedom?