Chained World: The fall and rise of the moon princesses. [Episode 111570]

Makoto sat eagerly awaiting her Master's return in the holding pen of Moon Princess Kennels' lobby.   She was idly passing the time by nattering away with the other inmates.   It was all a lot nicer than that sounded.   The kennels were a kind of Pet Hotel for People based around the Japanese concept of Capsule Hotels.   The franchise offered a bed in a small capsule for each slave, with a small television and internet connection, shared bathing and dining areas and a small gym for excersise.   It was a safe and secure, comfortable and affordable place to leave a slave overnight.

The conversation turned, as it often did in such situations, to, "why did you decide to become a slave?"   When the slaves in question are in their late teens the question often becomes, "why did your parents decide to make you a slave?"   Often the answer was as simple as it was boring: "it's better than being homeless and jobless" or "to pay for my education."

There were the old stories of foolish dares and lost bets.   Such as the hot teacher or tutor who offered to become their failing student's slave on earning a perfect grade, the haughty athletic star defeated by a longshot after challenging the school nerds, or the disgraced executive using the sale price to cover an embezelment only to have the contract bought by a former employer -or sometimes employee.   But usually such stories were just that.   Usually.

"Well, my parents died in a plane crash, but that's not altogether why," Makoto replied.   "They left me with enough money to get by on my own, but I was very lonely and developed this terrible crush on my old sempai.   He said the only way his family would allow us to stay together was for me to become his slave."

"Oh, how terribly romantic!" squealed one of the girls.

"Not really," Makoto sighed.   "You see, the ink had hardly dried on the contract when he put me up for auction."

"No!"

"Oh yes.   I was going through orientation when he put my contract up and, by the time I found out, my half of the salesprice was in my bank account and it was too late to complain."   Makoto sighed forelornly.

"Oh dear," another of the girls gasped.   "And you got purchased by a wicked old man or something.   How aweful."

"Again, no," Makoto chimed in with more vigor.   "My young master is quite the athletic hunk, if you like that type.   And I do.   What about you."

"Oh, I like the type.   It's not like I have any choice in the matter though, is it?"

"No, I meant: how did you wind up a slave?"

"Oh.   Well, it's like this…"