Seriously, didn't anyone care where they sent their 'test' for whatever ancestry in early 21st century? You actually paid for gifting them your genetic material to storage?

The world hadn't changed that much even in hundred years. People got to work, fell in love, enjoyed good food and traveled around the world. Now, perhaps the laissez-faire capitalism had gone too far to your like, seeing some rich people owned slaves. But it was only few - it's not like clones had human rights to begin with.

And you were such a being. You were, well, you. All the memories you had until 25th birthday, all the values, all the likes, fears, dreams, dislikes and whatnot. The science had made a perfect copy of the original you to the point of no one really knowing what it meant to be the real one. Question for philosophers - the important thing is that you are alive, back to life as if nothing had happened and under property of someone else.

Bringing back women from time when they understandably had some issues with ideas of being trained, controlled sex slaves for men was fun on its own. But surely you had some features that stood out in data bank. A rare look, complexion that had disappeared, or just important family connection.

Irregardless, after you woke up in that bio tank that resembled the old solarium, you received repeat of computer recorded introduction to the new world.

It was year 2156, and you are now a slave. Welcome to the brave new world - your training begins momentarily.

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Does this sound like a boring excuse to form a D/s play with completely unfair setting? Hopefully not.

I enjoy slow burn training, character building, conditioning, protocol training, control and all around gradual molding of you into sex slave clone you really are. Little world building, some spicy dialogues, added ambigious feels and helplessness, and we've got setting for you to enjoy. How would you react, if you now went to bed and tomorrow woke up in new world, as a slave by law, with little other hope but to adjust and submit.

Who are you actually? Let me know (and kinks, limits, all that important stuff)!