Slave as an Identity
#1 of Adult Stories
I wrote this for my love, and he seemed to really like it. Admittedly, I was trying to distract myself from what was going on in my RL, so this may not be my best writing....
I wrote this in about a day, explicitly for my master.
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Kaze no Kitsune
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/kazenokitsune/
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1,300 words
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SLAVE AS AN IDENTITY
by Kaze no Kitsune
I was free once. I was an independent vixen, working, friends, family, etc. But, today, I'm a registered slave, sub-registered as a pet. Under state law, that means I must always be collared, I have no rights or responsibilities of a normal free fur, and I'm legally property of my Master. And, you know what? I've never been happier.
It was several years ago when various identity movements started coming out of the shadows. First, if was sexual orientation, with furs coming out as gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, and even asexual. Then transgender furs made themselves know. Then, transspecies. And finally, there were certain sociological identities that came out. For the most part, the sociological identities had no real effect on law, save for two: pets and slaves. And the laws eventually caught up with these changes, where they provided means by which one could renounce their freedom by declaring to a magistrate that they were a slave... or even denouncing their sentience by declaring they were a pet. I'm the former.
The process was difficult, as you had to undergo psychological testing to ensure you truly identified as a slave or pet, and it was ultimately the psychologist who determined your status. From there, a few options were opened up to you. You had to settle your affairs, make plans for paying off any debts (sometimes being sold at auction would handle that), and identify potential masters or mistresses or if you wanted to be sold at auction. From there, you were scheduled for periodic followups with the psychologist to ensure you were adapting to your new role.
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I went through life, fairly nondescript but always feeling something off. I always seemed to defer to others, I seemed to have problems looking people in the eyes, and I always tried to go unnoticed. It wasn't until I met Rachel, a slave owned by a friend of mine. That feisty feline had silver fur with back spots scattered about her like someone flicked a paintbrush along her back. She was trim, energetic (well, maybe "hyper" could be a more accurate term), and a bubbly personality. I talked with her, and I learned a great deal about being a slave when David walked in. He was a big, jet black wolf, and I was pretty sure he could benchpress a small aircraft carrier, and he was probably the gentlest man I'd ever met.
"So, what are you two talking about," he asked with a broad smile. I blushed through my gray cheek fur.
"Oh, Kaze was just curious about being a slave, Master." She didn't hesitate or bat an eye when she answered him. "So, this girl was telling her about this girl's experiences and what it's like."
"I see." He smiled and took a seat with Rachel kneeling on a just in front of his chair and leaning back against him. "Thinking of giving up your freedom? You'd be a cute little slave." I blushed more and looked down when he patted his thigh and pointed to the other pillow. I clumsily kneeled, rather embarrassed with the lack of grace gifted to so many foxes. "Good girl." He gave me ear scritches, drawing a soft sound from me.
"This girl thinks that Kaze would be a good slave or pet. This girl was suggesting Kaze get tested."
He quirked his head briefly, considering. "Do you know who you would like as a master if you could, little one?"
"I...I think I'd like to ask Roland." I couldn't believe that I was so shaky when he responded with a nod.
"Is he coming over later?" I nodded and David smiled broadly. "I say we set up a surprise for your boyfriend, then." Rachel was on the verge of exploding with excitement at the possibility of getting to play.
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I kneeled next to Rachel in her quiet room, shaking in fear as she gave me a run down on proper protocol for masters. My fur glistened from the scrubbing and detailed brushing that she gave me, making sure my gray back fur, russet side fur, and white belly fur was all perfectly groomed and in place. She winced when she saw the scar on my chest from an old surgery, but she made no comment. She brushed my blue-black head hair and styled it nicely, then took the fine brushes and combs to my face fur, to make sure that there were no awkward patches of fur in my long fox muzzle and cheek fluff. She even took time with my pointed ears, all the while she explained the basic slave protocol and how to address my potential master.
"And remember, when talking to your master, you should refer to yourself as 'this girl' rather than say 'I'. But, each master is different." She smiled and gently petted me. "Just relax, Kaze. Roland's a good guy, and I'm sure he'll take it well." I nodded very slightly and she kissed me between the ears. A small light clicked on and Rachel gave me a most micheveous kitten grin. "Show time."
We walked out of the room to see the dragon, in his smaller anthro form, holding his paws in front of his eyes. "Seriously, David, what's up your sleeve?"
I kneeled before him exactly like Rachel showed me and she stood just behind her master, touching his arm slightly. "Open your eyes and find out."
Roland looked me over, subtle changes in the way he moved and his scent telling me that he was shocked and definitely interested in the way I presented myself before him. "Oh, my... What's this?"
I flushed slightly as I tried to keep the nervousness out of my voice. "This girl pr..presents herself to you, Master." He bent in front of me, took his paw, and lifted my chin to look at him.
"Is this what you want?" I nodded so it was more felt than seen. "Answer me. Vocally."
"Y...yes."
"Yes, what?"
I flushed, tail wagging. "Yes, Master."
"Good girl." He drew me into a kiss that nearly caused me to melt, and I never saw the almost as passionate kiss exchanged between Rachel and David.
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The next year went by as a blur of tests, evaluations, and experimentations. The first two sets were courtesy of psychologists, doctors, psychiatrists, and folks with miles of initials after their name. The psychological tests and evaluations were brutal, as they did everything in their power to break me free of wanting to be a slave. But the more I was a slave for master, the happier I was, which ultimately lead to the shrinks giving their sign off on the whole thing.
I passed off my position in the company, but I still keep in touch with almost all my former coworkers. And one other took the leap to become his girlfriend's pet and they're just as happy as can be. We figured out how to clear my debts and everything was taken care of quickly.
The last set was with Roland, who was quickly adapting to his role as, well, a slave owner. We decided quickly on that neither of us liked the third-person thing, so we dropped that outside of very few and specific circumstances. We also experimented with various types of play that we both liked, and Master decided to keep me writing, which definitely threw a small wrench in the works for the courts. But it all got sorted, and, well, I've never been happier than being Master's pet-slave (slave-pet) and, well, I don't think Master's been happier either.