After the revolution, you could own people. Well, it was still a big debate whether or not guys were really people, but Autumn didn’t care. She owned five and was getting ready to buy her sixth.

The best part was that she didn’t have to go anyplace special to buy them. Any man walking around with clothes on was advertising that he was still “free” and therefore subject to immediate purchase from the Federal government, to become the private property of any interested woman.

She loved pulling down the pants of random “free” men and giving their cocks a taste test, which they were legally required to allow her to do, while letting them worry and sweat about whether or not that day would be the day they became property.

At only $20 per cock inch, men were cheap and there were fewer “free” ones every day.

She decided to buy the one she was taste testing and told him that she’d be changing his name to Booty Lover. She made it clear that he’d be kissing her asshole every night for as long as she owned him.

She handed him the cash for his purchase and told him to go down to the Male Purchase Office to file the paperwork for her. After that, he was to meet her at her office to start his new life as her personal property.

He had to agree. He really had no other choice.