- Mom, Dad! - our eighteen year old daughter ran into the house in a very excited state.

- What is it, Nastya? - I looked up from the computer screen.

- We were given a task for the holidays - you need to sell me into slavery for at least a week so that I can write an essay about it!

- Well, of course, docha! - I broke into a smile, remembering my sale to slavery in school years. I liked it so much that I asked my parents to do this two years in a row, until I finished school. In high school, we had practice during the holidays, so I did not have time to stand in the slave market. And then I got married, went family concerns, it was not up to entertainment.

And now! The Internet gives so many opportunities! Nastya will not have to stand in the window, buyers will come straight to our home! I already choked with admiration, imagining how completely foreign men would feel and undress our daughter, forcing her to demonstrate her sexual and culinary skills.

Seeing how my eyes lit up, Nastya came closer. My wife Olya was very happy with such news and went to the kitchen to cook a birthday cake.

“Do you mind making me your property right now, dad?” - fun asked docha, straightening naughty strand of hair. I reached out and gently patted her playful curls.

When looking at my daughter, I often woke up unhealthy desires. I restrained myself, realizing that this is categorically unacceptable - for any actions that can be assessed as harassment, severe punishment has now been imposed, right up to life imprisonment. But as soon as the girl goes from free citizens to slaves, she will cease to be a person. All prohibitions will cease to apply to her, since Nastya will become my property, a thing that cannot object and have an opinion at all.

My hands shook when I realized that I was about to be able to caress my daughter, take off her school uniform, stroke her breasts, tummy, kiss her neck, and then ... And then I caught my breath when I imagined that I was touching a member of her cute baby face, put a hand on her nape and ...

I was literally drunk with such thoughts. Nastena wanted to sit on my knees so that she and I could start searching for a buyer, but when she saw that my erection started, the girl blushed, covered her mouth with her palm and sprinkled.

- Well what are you, paap? - the daughter shook a finger at me with a smile. - You can not do it this way! You're my father, it's disgusting ... And illegal!

I shyly covered myself and tried to think about something completely non-sexual - for some reason, wild mushrooms and asphalt on the roads got into my head. Member gradually began to calm down.

- So, - Docha took the initiative. - We were told at the last call that in order to go to slaves, you need to sign an agreement and certify it with a notary by video link. I'll bring a pen and paper now.

Nastya ran to her room to unload her school bag and find stationery. The girl did not close the door to the room, and when she leaned over to the bag with notebooks, her daughter’s checkered skirt turned up and I had a wonderful view. I could not hold back the lusty look at her delicious ass, covered with white modest panties.

Fortunately, Nastenka did not notice my lustful gaze and enthusiastically dug into the pencil case, looking for her favorite pen. I looked down at her slender nude legs above the knee, ankles covered with golf, and felt that my heart would jump out of my chest with excitement.

Here Nastya appeared again, shining like a Christmas tree. In her hands she had a standard form of refusal of human rights and a document of ownership, where it was necessary only to enter the name of the owner.Such forms are issued right in schools before the summer holidays to all students who turned eighteen. Almost all of them are used for their intended purpose - hardly anyone wants to get a deuce for an essay, and slavery is probably the most interesting school assignment.

The girl glanced at my dick, and, making sure that everything was in order (I thought carefully about acorns and asphalt), she sat down on a stool next to me. She did not dare to climb onto my knees so as not to provoke another erection.

We quickly found a suitable lawyer, now, during the last calls, notaries on slaveholding issues worked in three sweats. Ours looked tired, but pleased - after all, for each approved contract he received a percentage of the future cost of the slave, and this is in addition to the fixed fee we paid to get in touch with him.

- Do you realize, Anastasia, that while you are in slavery, you will be amazed at your rights and, in fact, relegated to the status of furniture and household items?

- Yes! - answered my daughter loudly. Sparkles danced in her eyes, perhaps she was right now imagining how unfamiliar men would paw her ... Or maybe this is just my fantasy.

- Are you aware that your health will be entirely in the hands of the owner, he will be able to punish you for disobedience as he wants, beat, pinch, and inflict other light bodily injuries?

“Yes,” Nastya said again, now it's quieter. I looked at her cute baby face, snub nose, little lips and could not see enough. The penis began to rise again, I was forced to turn away from the girl and look out the window. Nature was raging there — the birds were singing in the garden, the trees were green with foliage, and the sun was scorching so that it blinded eyes.

- Do you understand that you, as a slave, cannot refuse sex to the owner, as well as to other people who express such a desire with the consent of the owner?

“Yes,” the girl nodded again, shaking her straw-colored curls. How I dreamed of touching them not at all like a father, grabbing my daughter by the hair, and putting a delicate charming mouth on my knotted penis. Here, now my dream come true! How close I am to this ... My breath caught again.

- Please put your signature here and here, - the notary pointed out the boxes in the contract where Nastya was supposed to sign. But the procedure did not end there. Next, the notary asked me to take a picture of a girl with a document in his hand, send him this photo, and then verify the contract using mobile phone numbers - mine and my daughter. Such difficulties were necessary to avoid fraud.

And only after that the lawyer sent us his permission for the transaction and the main document - the ownership of the girl, with her photo, psychological characteristics, inclinations and approximate cost. The last three points were compiled from school materials — there were experts among the teachers who evaluated all this.

But that was not all. There remained the last step, after which Nastya could no longer retreat - her signature on the second copy of the waiver. As soon as my daughter puts this stroke, she, from the point of view of the law, will cease to exist exactly for a week, as a person and a citizen of the World Alliance, and a slave girl will appear instead, a thing that can be used as I please. But, of course, I can only amuse myself with it until the moment when it is sold and a new owner appears.

I looked with excitement as the girl signs in the last box. The notary pronounced "Accepted!" And wished me a successful possession of a slave. Nastya raised her blond head and looked at me with a smile.

- Well, when will you sell me, dad? - her smiling innocent little face made my cock petrify again. But this time I could not hide anything.Having happily exhaled, I wrapped my daughter in my arms, pressing her to me, imprinting my trembling member on her tummy, feeling her lovely elastic breasts with my whole body, stroking the turned neck with one hand, and the other already climbing under my daughter's skirt. She wanted to recoil, but she remembered her current status and died down, melting under my caresses ...

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