Ever since the most recent automation boom, most governments have been heavily incentivizing the production, sale, and use of the new slave collars. For once, it helped the economy to pull more people out of the work force, so they wanted as many people as possible to legally reclassify themselves as property.

Slave collars came in many, many forms. While they all had the basics in common - forfeiture of legal personhood, mandatory cohabitation with the new owner, rights to basic necessities - a collar's terms could be customized to exactly the purchaser's specifications. These terms were often the subject of lengthy negotiations, and some of the highest paid lawyers in the world were now collar specialists.

By far the most popular type for those who couldn't afford an army of lawyers was the simple oral sex line. They were extremely cheap, and the basic idea was simple - you go down when the master says, you stay down until the master says to stop. It was the "easy mode" of becoming a slave, but still qualified for all the generous stipends and incentives provided by the government. The slave was basically trading their independence for a comfortable, financially secure life.

Even for these collars, the terms could vary greatly, but the negotiations were usually simple enough for a happy couple to work out on their own - one couple might assign more domestic work to the slave, but put significant limits on how many hours per day the slave could be compelled to perform sexually. Another couple might not limit the sexual use, but would agree to split the domestic work more equally.

You and I meet at college and hit it off right away, quickly becoming close friends, then more. It doesn't take long before we agree - there's no reason for me to continue studying, because I'm going to be taking your collar. Better yet, I actually enjoy blowing you, so we barely even have to discuss the terms. Which, unfortunately, leads to the critical error on my part.

Our only real point of negotiation was around swallowing. In the end, I agreed to be compelled to swallow all of what came out of your cock when it was in my mouth, in exchange for some guaranteed free time during your working hours, once you graduated and took a job. I assumed that the swallowing term only meant swallowing your cum. I was blissfully unaware as I signed my life over to you that I had just turned myself into your personal living urinal ...