His birthday.

“It’s his birthday next week, he will be in town and I thought I might dress you up in just a bow and leave you kneeling on the spare bed as a present.” He said with a smile.

I finished the glass of wine, “You are going to give your daughter to your son as a birthday present for him to fuck?” I said.

He smiled, “Admit it, it turns you on.” I nodded, “There are a few things we need to do before you are officially a **** of the group. You have to read the terms and rules and you have to decide if you want to be tattooed or branded.”

I blinked at him, “Tattooed or branded?”

“Sure, all our slaves have our symbol on their body, tat or brand.” He refiled my glass, “If you have a brand people tend to take you a little more seriously so when you are trying to earn your freedom you are given a few more liberties.”

I took a mouthful, “And how would I earn my freedom?”

“You need to get leave from each member, normally by doing something for them, you can have one fewer members give you leave for each full year you have been marked.”

“Get leave?” I said making little quotation marks in the air.

He nodded, “Different people look for different things, so sometimes when you are seeking leave it will be as simple as entertaining a party. Sometimes it is just being a servant for a couple of days.” He took a sip of wine, “It can be almost anything. But remember that anything more **** comes with compensation.”

I started, “Compensation?” I asked wondering what he meant.

“Yeah, so if you get hurt, if someone flogs you and breaks skin, if you get hurt otherwise, you are owed compensation. Rare does this happen deliberately. But our owners are all responsible, so if say, Jethro, flogs you and split the skin on your back he would owe you some money.”

“How did I not know any of this shit?” I asked dad in astonishment.

He laughed, “Do you really think that your Uncle Pete and I used to go fly fishing twice a year?” He asked.

I stopped and looked at him, “I can’t believe this,” I took another drink but the glass was empty, “I have had this fantasy for years and it could have just been fulfilled.”

Dad shook his finger, “18 plus.” He said, “One of the rules, this is why you should read the rules. You can just trust me if you want but you have to sign off that you have read the rules.”