Consentual Slavery [BikiniLovingM x Letrixia]

[Letrixia]

The sound of the intercom blasted through the radio at her classroom, “Mikoto Mishida, please report to the principal’s office, I repeat Mikoto Mishida please report to the principal’s office, thank you”. Rolling her eyes Mikoto picked up everything and stood up walking out the classroom and into the principal’s office. After about ten minutes of talking Mikoto was left dumbfounded, someone actually signed the contract of the governments slavery thing that she thought it was fake, but it was all true.

Looking at the signed paper she didn’t recognized him at all, she was told to pick up her things and meet him on a limo outside. It all felt surreal, she signed that contract just to have some fun not thinking of anything seriously but now she belonged to someone. She looked at her books and sighed, “Perhaps it’s for the better I do feel like a prisoner with my folks, perhaps he can give me more freedom while being his slave, heh who would had known”. After picking up her stuff, she sighed out loud and closed her locker before walking out of the school.

At the corner under a tree was a big black limo, whoever was inside sure had money which was perfect as well, she would not need anything. Walking to it she looked at the man outside that opened the door and helped Mikoto inside she blushed as she looked at the man inside. He was older than her but still attractive and good looking which was good. She would not need to serve a old guy with a big gut and dirty underwear. “Ummm Hello… Sir… “ she blushed as she sat on the first place she saw trying to cover herself a bit with her hands.

 

[BikiniLovingM]

To say that Jackson was stressed would be an understatement. He wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do with his new slave. Jackson's heart thumped rapidly as he leaned his Mercedes Limo. He wasn't worried about the girl or what she thought, but feared what he committed to. Many questioned why he hadn't gotten a slave yet. Almost everyone as wealthy as him had one, if not multiple. Within the past decade, golf's appeal wore off on the elite, which they swiftly switched out for something new. The era of information brought along with it many advancements, which eventually lead us to our current culture.

Out of nowhere, Slave Showings began to gain traction on social media platforms. The awkward sounding name was used to defend the institution. However, it couldn't change the fact that Twitter and Facebook were being overrun with porn made by billionaires.

Jackson didn't have anything against it. He just didn't think it was for him. He didn't think anyone really understood the pressure being put on billionaires. Jackson was supposed to let a girl into his home and exploit her daily? Just thinking about made Jackson feel tired. Should he just hire a dominatrix? Jackson had parties to go to and money to waste. A slave would quench the latter, but bringing the girl along to parties would be exhausting. One of the best parts of going to parties nowadays was seeing the slaves there. He didn't want to bring his own!

Jackson perked up a bit when he saw a girl approaching him. He had seen a photo of Mikoto's face when he came across her application, and had lucked out with the body that came with it. He greeted her with his best canned smile and opened the door for her. He slid onto the seat next to her and closed the door. The vehicle surged forward as Jackson's chauffeur hit the gas. The inside of the cab was class, posh black decor paired with periwinkle lighting creating a relaxing aura.

He ignored her acute introduction, not caring to put in the effort to begin the indoctrination at this point.. Jackson turned to Mikoto but accidentally dropped his cheesy grin as he began to talk. "Hello, I am your owner, Jackson Hanes. We have a lot to talk about, but first I want you to tell me how much you know about what you'll be doing."

Jackson doubted he needed to ask, but figured it couldn't hurt. She was a teenage girl and we were living in a world where most social media influencers were slaves.