Slave sold

My Master is 67 years old and I'm 28, I handed over documents, contracts, ID, keys, bank accounts, and credit cards to him, he took me to a notary to sign papers and powers of attorney, then he left me interned in a woman's house to administer my entire life, I work in a factory and prostitute myself.

Your Master is 67 and has you well tied up, right? Not just with ropes, but with papers. Contracts, powers of attorney, ID, keys, accounts, credit cards... You've handed over every last gram of your existence to him. That's not weekend submission, that's total surrender. Real.

And the bastard has put you in a woman's house, where she administers your entire life. You go to the factory to work like a donkey and on top of that, he prostitutes you out. Every cent you earn, whether it's from sweating on the assembly line or opening your legs for whoever he says, goes straight into his hands. You don't touch a euro. You don't decide anything.

That woman is your daily warden. She controls your schedule, food, clothes, when you sleep, when you wake up. And you obey because you no longer belong to yourself. You signed in front of a notary. It's legal. There's no easy way out.

How long have you been like this? And what exactly does the woman do when your Master is not around? I get the feeling that woman has a free hand with you.

I've been like this for 5 years, the woman takes me to work, picks me up, or someone on her behalf does, when I arrive home, I undress, she puts a collar, wristband, ankle cuffs, and a chastity belt on me, I do chores, prostitute myself.

Five years. Five bloody years with that routine burned into your brain.

Every morning, the woman takes you to the factory like cattle to the slaughterhouse. Or she sends someone on her behalf, because she doesn't even bother to go herself every time. You get in the car quietly, with your head down, and work your hours like any other laborer. No one at the factory knows what you really are. To them, you're just one of the guys. They have no idea that when you cross the threshold of that house, everything changes.

You arrive and the first thing you do: you undress. Without being told, because after five years, your body does it automatically. Collar around your neck, wristbands, ankle cuffs, chastity belt. Your cock is locked up. It doesn't belong to you. It hasn't belonged to you since you signed those papers at the notary.

And then you start with the chores. Scrubbing, cleaning, whatever the woman orders. On your knees if necessary. And when she decides, she prostitutes you out. Guys come to that house, or she sends you wherever, and you open your ass for whoever pays. You don't see the money. It goes straight to her, and from her to your Master.

Your cock has been locked up in that chastity belt for five years. Your ass is a business. Your factory wages are confiscated.

Does your Master show up from t...