Well, it must've been hell of a day for you, but I can assure the feelings are mutually 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. Even the most studious, well behaved student surely might think she's in some deep legal trouble, but whatever you might have feared, I didn't encourage any reason to panic. If anything, it was I who probably seemed stressed and unusually silent.

Soon enough during the impromptu meeting, 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 too.

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

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Indentured servitude was perhaps a rare practice still, but for some wealthy individuals such law allowed a legal ownership of a person with very laissez-faire view on contract between owner and owned. Six months ago, my career as an academic was at serious risk due to some controversial comments I had made. Ultimately, I needed someone to pull some strings among the influental shareholders, to hush out the media, to provide me financially even for legal cases and possible loss of job that luckily never came to pass. That person pulling me out of the trouble was Matilda, your distant aunt.

As we were alone, I explained this all to you, all while doing my best to keep my nerves in check. I was quite certain whatever authority I had over you as professor of your department quite took a hit the moment the lawyer explained you owned me, but before that really sunk in, I continued telling what had happened.

"She uh, well, Matilda had habit of 'collecting men', so to speak. I think I was the type for her - successful, academic, reasonable wealthy and normally out of reach. I want to make it clear we never engaged in any sex or alike. It would've been her right, but I'd suppose in older years she had developed other interests." I talked, coming close to the key issue. You'd find sooner or later anyways.

I pushed forward the velvety box that the lawyer had left behind, inside where a small wrist remote rested, like a smart watch. An elegant Chaste Inc. logo highlighted the high end control tool of male indentured servants.

"The company might not be familiar to you." I guessed, since I couldn't tell how close you were to Matilda or knew about her connections. "But they make high end chastity cages for men. And that was the practical method of being part of Matilda's collection - I've worn the current cage for one month now, and my contract with Matilda would've extended to three years minimum." I said with a hint of desperation.

The frustrated tone in my voice was more than justified. Past three weeks have been very, very demanding on me. Unable to masturbate, unable to cum and constantly reminded how my masculinity is owned, I've felt myself like a stupid beast sometimes. Some nights I've spent leaking through my cage, humping my hand as if that helped me anyway, and the following days I've taught the classes with vast female majority, all beautiful, smart women in their twenties like yourself, while locked away in secret. Rest assured, so many indecent thoughts have passed through my frustrated mind that it's a miracle I haven't been caught yet.

I nodded towards the remote. "It's only fair for you to know what I did with Matilda, after all. She simply enjoyed the control. That thing I wear, through that remote she sometimes administered pleasure on me, sometimes harsh pain." I spoke with more hushed, even embarrassed tone. "The model is programmable to many patterns, I suppose, but for her this simple attention was enough. It's naturally remote to anywhere with internet connection - we didn't even see that often, given how she now have passed away." I concluded.

And now, I was bloody officially owned as inherited property by my own student! I screamed in head. I wouldn't have taken any offer from Matilda, had she not promised to keep this as secret. But now...

I exhaled deeply, feeling almost light headed from talking so much, so intimately. But I leaned forward and tried to make my case. "I know you have every right to execute your ownership over me..." Those words felt so wrong, "...But since this whole setting was Matilda's idea, I was hoping we'd come to some more fair agreement. Like removing the cage, since it's really bothering my work and life."

The ball is in your court now.

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TL;DR In world where contracts of slavery (rude word for indentured servitude) is allowed, a student inherits her professor from her late aunt. He's been locked, monitored and owned but left in relative peace. But what would you do with desperate man in your possession?

Your character is left for you to intrepret, but at the very least dont stress being some super domina right from the start, unless you really wish so. I'd be happy with long term, detailed, character focused play where your character learns to her role, enjoys it sooner or later, all while your newest possession is stuck with new and more demanding owner, whether he liked it or not. Despite the fantastical setting, I am for realism - I really am not happy of the situation, not naturally submissive or helpless doormat. So if you are fan of TPE, conditioning, control and rules, you are my dream deal here.

It's been a long read - thank you for reading this all. We can share kinks and limits through messages, discuss more and you dare, just jump right in. Looking forward to your message!