Obeying Sofia

I had grown used to the dynamic between my stepmother and my father since my mother had moved on when I was 16. My dad's slave-status meant that he could not simply be divorced, but instead had to be sold, and my mother had carefully picked a new owner for him through a series of interviews and even some psychological tests. I'd attended his collaring ceremony - it was a clothed event - but not the more private ceremonies they'd had to celebrate afterwards.

My mother explained that I had reached the age where I'd soon need a new kind of female guidance, and that she wasn't best placed to give it. She had left me in the care of a 32-year-old woman named Sofia, whose house rules meant my father and I only wore tight shorts around the apartment where we lived, in one of the 'family' zones of our planet-spanning nation. That meant it was somewhere that sex happened only in private, and public nudity, while allowed, could not include a wide range of things considered sex acts.

That was fine, as things went. I continued my studies, and while Sofia encouraged me to meet girls and boys my own age and explore things with them, I made little progress with that side of life. She told me to take things at my own pace, and confidently predicted that when I turned 18, things would be very different, and much better, for me. At her urging, I took one of those personality tests with full body scanning, and it told me my fetish quotient scores, but I decided not to let anyone else know them for the time being.

The first big change that happened when I turned 18 was that Sofia moved us immediately to an adults-only area of the planet. When we got to our new apartment, while the drones unpacked our crates, Sofia took me and my dad into the main bedroom, and I sat down on the bed there, while she and my father stood.

Sofia clicked her fingers and my dad pulled down his shorts to expose a chastity cage and a shock ring that nestled around his balls. Sofia pointed to the floor and he knelt, then she took out his wedding collar, the one he had only worn with her in private since their wedding, and locked it around his neck. He kissed her feet reverently.

"James, your father and I plan to live like this, all the time, now - he won't be wearing clothes anymore now you're 18, and I'll be much more open in the way I treat him as my property. You know, of course, that your father is legally my property, yes?" said Sofia.

I took a few moments to get over the shock of seeing my father act that way - he had always taken Sofia's lead and done what she'd said, but here in front of me was a man acting as a slave rather than as a sub-husband, and that was somehow different. Nonetheless, I accepted them for who they were - that was, after all, the guiding principle of our whole culture.

"I know that, Sofia, sure - I've known that since you had your wedding ceremony, and we talked about it a lot when my mum sold him to you and I came under your care. It's great that you two can live the way you want - though there are limits on what I want to see," I replied.

"Everything we do is completely natural and normal, but we hear you," said my dad.

"Are you going to start dating anyone now you're in an adults area? You could upload your fetish quotients to the net and an AI could match you up with someone - it would be so good for you," said Sofia.

"I dunno..." I said, then trailed off.

"No?"

"No."

"Well, plenty of time for that."

"Is that all?" I asked.

"No, James, not quite," said Sofia, "you know I run a female-led household and you've told me before that you're perfectly happy with me being in charge - you have your father's submissive genetics, as I'm certain you're aware."

"Yes..." I said, with a sinking feeling.

"I won't have a clothed male in my household, James, now you're 18."

"Right. But-"

"No ifs, no buts, take your shorts off and give them to me please."

"I don't know, Sofia, it's a bit much for me."

"It's perfectly natural for you to be naked in front of your superiors. Strip, immediately, please."

I knew it was natural but I could feel a hardon coming at the thought of being naked in front of a beautiful woman. Sofia smiled and nodded and made a motion at me: stand up and get them off. I thought quickly about my options: I could walk out of the apartment and submit a request for re-housing, but given I had always accepted Sofia as head of household, and given that the AI would want a good reason, I wasn't likely to get it. That meant I'd either have to walk the streets, go to some kind of hostel, or strip.

"You know, James, it's totally normal to be aroused by Sofia - she's not your mother, and as head of household she has a position of power that men like us respond naturally to. I can see you're getting hard, and that's OK - just take them off," said my dad.

With an enormous blush spreading across my face, I got up off the bed and put my fingers through my underwear. Sofia nodded and smiled, my father did the same, and I pulled down my shorts and stepped out of them. A semi-erection bounced around, and I was acutely conscious that my well-kept pubic hair was in stark contrast to my dad's smooth cock and balls. Sofia tossed my shorts into the recycler.

"Do you acknowledge me as head of household honey?" she asked me.

"I do," I replied evenly.

"Say it fully please."

"Sofia, I acknowledge you as head of household."

"That's great - give me your left wrist a moment please. OK, this just snaps on like this, and now you're tagged - the house sensors won't let you leave unless I authorise it, and I can track your location wherever you go, and call you on this if I need to. It's a big change entering the adults-only zones for the first time, and this just lets me know where you are and what you're doing. Now, why don't you go finish unpacking - but I want you to unpack your clothes into the lockable wardrobe next to the door. Good boy, off you go."

*****

Life settled into a rhythm of normality for a few days. I was allowed to leave the house a lot, and I went on a lot of long walks while Sofia and my dad played together in the apartment. I made some friends through a matching service, boys and girls, and we hung out together (I was clothed, they were mostly not).

As a few weeks passed, I got used to Sofia seeing me naked all the time, and my erections began to subside. She commented disapprovingly on my pubes, telling me that genetically submissive men like me usually shaved them off, and I'd be sending out mixed signals to anyone I met by having any kind of bush there, and would I consider getting rid of them?

My new friends agreed when I asked them - they were surprised I had pubes at all, as all the subs in the group were bare - and after I thought about it for a day I decided to try it. I went to Sofia and told her, and she hugged me tight then got straight on the net and booked us an appointment at a sub-salon for the same day.

When we arrived, I was ushered into a little white-tiled treatment room, windowless and private, with a calming spicy scent in the air. We were attended by a slavegirl in her twenties, nude except for a utility belt and a pair of slippers, and she took me by one arm while Sofia took me by another. Together they pushed me firmly into a metal frame that projected out from one wall, and when the frame's sensors found my hands, metal bars unfolded and then locked cuffs around my wrists.

"Frame: secure fully," said the slavegirl.

I yelped as the frame pulled me by the wrist back towards the wall. More metal arms unfolded and my ankles were shackled in place too, then a linking arm emerged and the ankle shackles were connected together. Another metal strap uncoiled around my waist, then a collar shot out and clamped itself around my neck; for completion, one more strap bound me beneath the shoulders, and two more cuffs attached themselves to my upper arms.

"Just one moment, my feed needs a new before pictures of him like this for my girlfriends to see," said Sofia.

"Sure thing, miss," said the slavegirl, and stood back.

Sofia snapped a few pictures of me from different angles, including some closeups of my cock and balls, and she reviewed them with a critical eye, then took a few more. I saw her holo display, and I cringed as I watched her upload them into her feed, and the reacts came in suspiciously fast, almost as if she had forewarned people to watch out for them.

"Ready, miss?" said the cute sub girl.

"I'm almost ready, slavegirl," replied Sofia, "but first, show me your pussy up close - I'll just bend down. So smooth, so bare! Tell me, do you have to have it treated often to keep it like that?"

"Thank you, miss. My owner-wife has had me permanently depilated - it's done through a combination of laser treatments and chemical application, with a final layer of self-renewing nanotech that penetrates the skin and prevents the formation of new follicles."

"Oh - how marvellous - and what a shame I only booked him in for temporary removal..."

"Let me just query the system, miss - one moment please - hmmm, it looks like we're not fully booked, so if we move my next appointment to someone else, I can spend the extra time with your property here and we can get him properly bare forever. It's your choice, miss."

"Good girl - do it."

"Please, Sofia-" I said.

"Silence."

"But, Sofia, please, I won't be able to choose later to grow it back."

"Be quiet, James. Slavegirl - can you spray him?"

"Sure thing - open wide!"

Before I knew what had happened, the slavegirl had reached into her belt, whipped out a spray, and shot three blasts of it into my open mouth. I breathed in before I realised my mistake, and the relaxing vapours penetrated my throat. I croaked out a few last pleas before my vocal cords relaxed completely, and then I closed my mouth in defeat.

"Do you want to keep any of his hairs, miss?" asked the slavegirl.

"What?" said Sofia, laughing.

"Some owners like to keep a little trophy, maybe put it in an album or frame it - I can snip off some of his pubes and then give them to you in a bag. It's just something some people like."

"Simply wonderful," purred Sofia, "they'll be framed above the mantelpiece by tomorrow afternoon."

"All right, last chance to stop - do you want me to proceed?"

"Do it. Proceed. I want him permanently hairless."

"Yes, miss."

"Good girl."

"Thank you very much, miss."

I watched as the cute girl snipped away some of my dark pubes then handed them to Sofia in a little plastic sealed bag. I would have yelped next, but with my vocal cords relaxed, I could only shake to show the pain as the laser hair remover bit into my sensitive skin and started to burn away my pubes.

Sofia kept on snapping pictures, and I kept on blushing. I knew in my heart that subs like me should be bare, but I hadn't been able to pluck up the courage to do it now that I had to live without clothes inside the house. It was totally normal for a domme like Sofia to have taken charge of the situation, and as my pubes burned away I breathed out a sigh of relief. I was going to look more like myself.

I had some time to think as my pubes were taken. I wanted to be a sub - a slave, at that - but I couldn't bring myself to tell anyone what I wanted. I still had the fetish test I'd taken a year or so before, and it was renowned for its extreme accuracy, given how many different kinds of sensors and penetrating questions it used. Could I let someone see it soon? I didn't know in that moment, but I liked picturing the world from the point of view that I wanted to see it from.

Pain from the procedure intensified and a few tears left my eyes. I looked down after half an hour and saw that all of the hair I could see was gone, though the slavegirl still worked beneath me with the laser. The smell of burning was whisked away by the room's air filters, but it lingered a little anyway, and my nostrils gradually filled with it.

It was the chemical application that hurt the most. When the slavegirl first slathered it on, I wanted to scream, and Sofia moved in close to me and started to stroke my body, up and down my torso, around my nipples, all over, to calm me down. Her touch was electrifying, far more sexual than I'd ever known from her before, and it took my mind to a very different place.

An hour later, we went home. I was semi-erect the whole way there, and Sofia led me naked on a long winding walk that exposed me to hundreds of passersby. Her hand rested on my butt cheek, guiding me along the pavement, and I sensed that she was quite excited to show me off. I felt it too, a buzz between us that electrified both our bodies.

When we got back to the apartment, my father was not there. Sofia took me straight to the couch, where she sat down, and then she snapped her fingers and pointed down to the floor. I dropped to my knees and my cock sprang up fully erect. Sofia smiled salaciously and licked her lips, then she slipped off her shoes and pointed her feet at me.

"Now you have a bare cock and balls like a proper sub, you can cum on my feet to say thank you. Begin!" she said, simply.

I mouthed "What about father?"

"Away, don't worry - we have all the time in the world," replied Sofia.

I nodded and took my dick in my hand. Sofia smiled down at me, and I kept shifting my gaze between her beautiful feet, curvy thighs, firm breasts and stunning face. She was actually everything I wanted in a mistress - older, powerful, experienced, self-assured and totally in control, and my dick pulsed with energy as I masturbated in front of her.

A few times I felt the strangeness of the situation. She was not my mother but she had cared for me alongside my father, and now she was sitting there like she owned me - and of course legally she did control me as head of household, though I wasn't technically her property, even if she called me that. Nonetheless, I wanked away over her perfect feet, and she cooed and spoke her encouragement and passion.

It didn't take me long to cum, which flew out in thick jets over her feet and toes and spattered there in several long lines. Sofia egged me on to keep wanking through as much climax as she could get, then she bent down and pushed my face towards her feet. The message was clear, but she spoke to reinforce it.

"Clean me up like a good boy would," she said.

I nodded. I didn't hugely like the taste of cum in my mouth, but I was kneeling in front of a woman who had permanently taken my pubes, and I was in a very submissive frame of mind as a result. I licked and sucked the cum off her slender feet until her skin was perfectly clean, while I shuddered with the sheer submissive energy of the act and she made little noises of pleasure.

"How is the pain from the procedure, James?" she asked when her feet were spotless.

"Still quite bad," I croaked: my vocal cords had started to come back to life.

"Go and get a glass of water, then come back here - I'll give you a pill."

Ten minutes later, I passed out into a deep unconsciousness on the sofa, as Sofia stroked my head to calm me. Thus ended one chapter of my life, and started the next.

******

I awoke the next day, lying on my side, feeling deeply rested. I stretched my body out and immediately felt something was wrong: I could not move my knees past a certain point to straighten my legs. There was something attached to my knee-joint, but when I went to try and take it off, I found my hands were wrapped inside some kind of spongy mitts.

Oh shit, I thought. I knew what had happened but could barely believe it. I opened my eyes and found myself inside a large cage, two metres long, one wide and one high, which was located against one wall in Sofia's bedroom. I shuffled around and discovered that the cage was firmly locked and quite unyielding, which meant I was trapped there until someone let me out.

I tried to yell but a metal collar around my neck shocked me into silence. I tried it again, a lower voice, and could not even begin to form words before another shock hit me and took my breath away. I took a breath and took stock. I was not quite naked: I wore a thick leather harness that looped beneath my crotch and over my shoulders, and - oh shit - I was also locked in a chastity cage.

Sofia, I realised, had either enslaved me or sold me into slavery. The pill she had given me had been some kind of sedative, which had allowed her to do this to me, and that meant that unless she was willing to risk a really serious criminal offence, she must have had AI approval to have me enslaved.

I had ceased to be a legal person and had become a piece of property instead. I still had certain rights, I knew from my classes in slavery studies, but my life choices, even my vote in elections, were now exercised by another. I knelt up in the cage, my head nearly touching the bars that formed its ceiling, and noticed a strange feeling behind me.

When I looked back over my shoulder, I saw a realistically fleshy tail had been placed at the base of my spine, which matched my skin colour perfectly. It was gyrating around, probably in response to my emotional state, which it would read through sensors in its base, a lump of flesh that was bonded to me, removable at the will of my owner.

I had no more time for thought: Sofia strode in. I covered my dick with my mitts, and tried once again to speak, and once more got a shock from the collar around my throat. Sofia sat down on the bed and smiled down at me with a look of total triumph in her eyes. I looked up at her and our gazes met, and I knew in that moment she owned me.

"Hi puppy!" she squeaked. "I had you enslaved by the AI yesterday afternoon - your little jerkoff session onto my feet was the last submissive act that sealed the deal, and I made a complicated but convincing case that you needed an owner like me who you could already trust to really bring you out of your shell.

"I'm not sure if you ever realised this, but as head of household I always had access to your medical and psychological records. Your fetish test was sent to me the same day you did it - so I've always known you wanted to be a pet-slave, a gorgeous bound puppy who lives on a leash. I love puppy slaves - your father was one for me occasionally, like when we went on those holidays you couldn't come on - but I wanted a younger one, more malleable. I wanted you.

"In case you're wondering, your father won't be joining us. I have loved him very strongly for our time together, but yesterday I sold him to a lovely finishing school for dominant girls to become one of their new training ponies - he's already in bit and bridle and on the livestock register, and I read in his slave-file that they've renamed him Pomegranate and branded it into his thigh. It was always a fantasy of his, you see, so I took a decision and made it a reality. In a few years he might cycle back into being a human again.

"Oh, and of course I've registered you as a human-animal too. That means you can live permanently as my pet if I so choose and there's nothing you can do about it. I'm thinking right now that you really need to explore this deeply, so you'll be in mitts and harness for at least six months without release.

"OK, puppy, a few more things. Bad boy!"

I yelped and then collapsed as an electric shock hit my balls and knocked the breath out of my lungs. I looked up at Sofia, who gazed down at me with fire in her eyes.

"When I say that phrase your ball shockers will activate. The level of pain is modulated to the volume of my voice, and you will want to avoid making me shout it if you prefer your testicles unfried. Testicles, by the way, which are now my property - as is the rest of you. You behave well, I say good boy, and you will find a pulse of pleasure will be felt in your body, from the electronics in the tail that's bonded to the small of your back. Good boy - see how nice that is.