(This is written with male partner in mind, but women are welcome as well!)

"Is this all true? Do you really mean it, Ms Michelson?"

I nodded briefly, crimson red on my face. We were at my office, where you were prompted by me to sit on my chair, while I had taken my place on the floor. It was my first time kneeling in front of a man without immediate blowjob, and the sheer wrongness of the action made my stomach turn in raw emotions.

Knowing my nerves would get best of me, I had simply left you a letter. I confessed how I had initially felt, taking exchange students from Selenia, city state famous for lawful enslavement of women for few and selected. How my feelings of disgust and dismissal had slowly melted away when teaching and guiding your post graduate work. Contrary to my expectations, you were a gentleman, mature, intelligent young man with ambition and bravery, not some sexist barely twenty years old sexist.

While I had read half curious, half horrified of your customs and theories of woman's 'natural' place, I picked up some rituals that I exhibited right now. I was kneeling, head down, legs spread as much as my hiked up pencil skirt would allow, with hands on my thighs upturned. Never had I felt so helpless, embarrassed, and turned on.

I knew your time would soon come to end visiting my country, and I knew I would have perhaps one chance to have your undivided attention. While I was pushing mid thirties, I just knew you'd have ample selection of younger, well trained slave women in your home country. Given how charming you were, perhaps you have received same offer from my students as well to take us with you. Had I not had lecture today, my attire would've showcased my taken care of figure more - now you had to contended with ample cleavage of my large bust, that my kneeling position just highlighted.

I had written it all down for you. That I knew, I didn't know what I was getting into. That affair with student was wrong, even if you were already an adult man. And despite all my opposition to female slavery, if it was with you, I knew I couldn't forge anything alike with men of my country.

It was a leap of faith. But what would you answer to your current instructor, to this foreign woman, and to the hopeful slave girl who's neck remained uncollared until you decided otherwise?

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TLDR: Professor/teacher of university offers her life, soul and body as your legal possession, be it from mid life crisis of career woman or just genuine feeling of curiosity and some kind of need to serve the right man.

I don't often do consensual plays, and even this can have elements that push me to regret my decision. I still am product of my own country, where women are equal, I was raised independent and have pride beyond just my lovely, round breasts that I subtly showcase to you.

We can play this as moving to your country, where slavery is legal, or extending stay in my country where slavery is legal only for citizen's like you from foreign country, or forget the whole another culture aspect and play in world where slavery is simply legal, if rare.

In any case, I'd enjoy intelligent company, manipulative but fair owner, strict for reason, not just mindless sadism. I wish to be your secretary, maid, trophy. I find serving drinks more erotic than stretching my holes. I want life that focuses on your pleasure and success, and have agency to push myself as your most prized possession.

If you're into this, we can discuss kinks and limits. Please use reddit PMs only, not chat or discord. Eye for details and reasonable writing length are appreciated. Thank you!