Well, it must've been hell of a day for you, but I can assure the feelings are shared.

As for you, your week started as usual in your local prestigious university, only followed by urgent wish to meet up with your professor in his office. And as you walked in, a lawyer was present also with plenty of documents and whatnot to share. Your surprised 'am-I-in-trouble' face met with my concerned one.

Soon you learned that your great-great-aunt had passed away. And with that, you had inherited a considerable amount of money alongside certain assets. I couldn't tell how close you were, but I could tell what bothered my day - it was the fact you had inherited me.

As the lawyer soon left the office, some explanation was in due.

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"I'm sorry for your loss." I said, cauging your reaction.

"It's alright. I mean, thank you. We weren't close." You answered. The elephant in the room couldn't be ignored much longer. You had heard the lawyer matter-of-factly explanation after all - how my three year indentured servitude contract to your relative was only six months in.

"You remember that debate half a year ago? About my comments also and perhaps blown up controversy...?" I asked, receiving a nod.

I shook my head, and continued. "Well. Matilda, your relative, she pulled some strings. I kept my job. I kept my salary and more importantly as an academic, my reputation." I explained.

"But in return...?"

"Yes. She had a habit of collecting men of my status, as she was perhaps too old to enjoy...other perks of sort. She cleaned up the mess I had made, hid some details of what I had commented privately and kept things under the lid. I thought her offer of being as part of her so-called collection was preferable to anything else, let alone public." I spoke, dodging some issues.

"Sorry, collected in what way, professor? I'm sure it reads here but..." You asked, reaching out for the papers, but I stopped you.

"Collected. As in, locked up. Male slav- sorry, bad language. Male indentured servants often wear a cage down there, if you know what I mean. Chastity cage. Mine's a bit more advanced but, functions the same." I said, small pause following. "And you've got the controls there, I believe." I pointed out the stack of documents and one velvety box.

Well, that shut you up.

My fingers were tapping against the desk in somewhat nervous matter, although otherwise I kept my decorum perfect. "Since this arrangement is highly inappropriate, but I am legally bound to you now, I was hoping to keep this situation covered for now. And perhaps, if possible, removing that thing also."

The ball is in your court now.

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Rare femdom prompt from me. Hello, and thanks for reading it. I am looking for female domination themed play with this, but submissive women will find maledom prompts plenty in my profile. And I'll guess if this happens to be perfect prompt to switch roles in your mind, make your case freely. But today I felt like writing as submissive.

As implicit in the text, this is a normal world with sort of slavery laws, or indentured servitude laws that allow ownership of a person. Details can be hashed out. And by sudden death of your relative, you now own me.

Naturally, I don't expect you to just let me go, that's it, end of the play. But you don't need to be completely immoral, born-to-be-domme either. It's a slow burn, long term play, focusing in indecent, hidden relationship like this, the male denial and chastity, humiliation, control, training and whole BDSM spectrum of kinks. Depending on character you like to play, we can feel out what works for the best.

Let me know what you think. Feel free to continue the play, discuss further, share your ideas. This prompt and all others are open always if they are up. See you soon.