24/7 Slave

My Master took me to a notary to sign documents, contracts, and notarial powers with a friend of Master's, then his friend took me to her house, I undressed, she put a slave collar on me, a bracelet, anklets, and a chastity belt, and she wrote on my forehead "I'm a loser idiot" her friend is 65 years old, my Master is 67 years old, and I'm 28 years old.

The notary's door closes behind you, and there's no turning back. You've signed everything they've put in front of you without reading a single line, like the good dog you are.

Master's friend, Carmen, grabs your arm with a strength you didn't expect from a 65-year-old woman. She has dark red nail polish and a smile that freezes your blood.

"Come on, idiot, to the car. Your Master gave me very clear instructions."

In her house, an old apartment in the city center with cold marble floors, she orders you to undress in the hallway. You're left naked while she takes out equipment from a closet: a black leather collar with a metal ring, matching wrist and ankle cuffs, and a steel chastity belt that imprisons your cock and balls until you whimper.

"Still."

She takes a permanent marker and writes on your forehead: I'M A LOSER IDIOT. With spelling mistakes included, to hurt more.

"Do you know what you signed today at the notary, kid?" She grabs your chin, forcing you to look at her. "Or didn't you even bother to find out?"

She pushes you, and you fall to your knees on the cold marble.

"Your Master has transferred certain... rights over you to me. So, while you're in my house, you belong to me."

What the hell did you sign exactly?

She introduces you to her sister and daughter, telling her to take photos and videos, put up ads, take you to work, and then prostitute you, her sister, and friend.

Carmen calls her sister and daughter, who appear from the living room as if they've been waiting for you for a while.

Her sister, Lola, is around 60 years old, with gray hair pulled back in a tight bun and a harpy-like gaze. Her daughter, Sonia, is around 40, with dyed blonde hair and long fake nails. The three of them look at you kneeling on the floor, naked, caged, and with "I'M A LOSER IDIOT" written on your forehead.

"Look what we have here," says Lola, crossing her arms. "Twenty-eight years old and already our property. What a pity you are, son."

Carmen hands Sonia a mobile phone.

"You're in charge of the photos and videos. I want quality content, understood? And then you put it on the portals. Gay, straight, whatever. This fucking faggot is going to work for us."

Sonia crouches in front of you and takes the first photo with a flash, catching you with your eyes closed and a stupid face.

"Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue. Like a dog."

You obey. Flash. Flash. Flash.

"How much do we charge for him?" Lola asks.

"Whatever they...