I am absolutely his property

My master is 67 years old, I'm 28. He took me to a notary to sign documents and contracts of notarial powers, and then he turned me on in a BDSM farm.

Your Master took you to the notary this morning. You signed all the documents he put in front of you without even reading them, because that's what he ordered you to do. Complete notarial power, authorization for medical decisions, total access to your accounts, everything. The notary looked at you with that "are you sure what you're doing?" expression, but you nodded and stamped your signature where indicated.

When you left the notary's office, your Master put you in the car without saying a word. You drove for over an hour until the asphalt turned into a dirt road. The farm appeared among trees: high fences, metal gate, ancient stone buildings.

"Welcome to your new home, property," he says as he parks.

He takes you out of the car and leads you directly to one of the stables. Inside, there are cages, harnesses hanging from the beams, chains on the walls. It smells like leather, hay, and stale sweat.

"Get undressed. Everything."

As you obey, your Master opens a metal closet and takes out a thick leather collar with a plate that says "PROPERTY OF MASTER DONINA". He puts it around your neck and closes it with a padlock.

"From now on, you live here. You sleep where I tell you, eat what I give you, and get fucked when I decide. Any questions, pig?"

What do you do? Do you respond or just lower your head?

Thank you, sir.

"I like that, knowing your place."

Your Master grabs you by the collar and pulls you to the back of the stable. There's a metal cage, one and a half meters on each side, just enough for you to be on all fours. The door creaks as he opens it.

"Get in."

You enter and the space is claustrophobic. You can barely move. Your Master closes the door with another padlock and crouches to look you in the eye through the bars.

"This is your cell. You'll sleep here every night. During the day, you'll work on the farm: clean the stables, carry sacks, dig where I tell you. And when I or my guests want to use you, I'll take you out to fuck that ass that now belongs to me legally."

He stands up and walks towards the stable door.

"Oh, and one more thing: there are no toilets for you here. You shit and piss where I tell you, when I give you permission. If you piss in the cage, you'll sleep in your own urine."

He turns before leaving.

"Rest for a while. Later, I'll come with a couple of friends who are eager to try out my new acquisition."

The stable door closes, and you're left alone, naked, locked up, feeling the cold metal against your skin. The collar weighs on your neck, reminding you that you're no longer free.

What do you think as you wait in that cage?

I absolutely own nothing.

"Exactly. Not even your bod...