Or something like that. She wasn't quite sure about her official designation. Would Ranma want to give her a new name?
Hopefully he would tell her soon it was quite confusing not knowing how one was supposed to think of oneself.
Akane was happy being held in Ranma's arms, but she wondered if he was going to move on soon. Would he progress from hugging to something more intimate. Would he use his slave-girl for his pleasure? Would he decide to inspect his new acquisition first or maybe lay down some ground rules so Akane would know how to act?
Not being in control had been an integral part of her fantasies, but it would have been nice if she could somehow let Ranma know what he was supposed to do and make him take the initiative.
Ranma was content just holding Akane. She was his now and he would never let her go. He had dreamed of being able to hold her like this without getting beaten for it for a long time.
He had on occasion hugged Akane and been hugged by her, but it usually involved one of them being or having been in mortal danger. As soon as she came to her senses she had always been in a hurry to disentangle herself from him.
He also had proclaimed that Akane was his before when some creep like Sanzanin tried to put his moves on her. Akane had not taken to kindly to these proclamations either.
Ranma thought that her sometimes rather violent reactions to finding herself hugging Ranma or hearing Ranma declaring her to be his had at least in part been out of embarrassment.
She seemed to be over that now. Ranma had never imagined something like this master/slave set-up, but if it allowed him to hold her like this and openly proclaim how he felt without getting bashed for it, then Ranma was very much in favor of such an arrangement.
Ranma realized that he had little idea what other advantages there might be in having Akane as a slave instead of a fiancée.
He guided them over to Akane's bed. It was half covered in the contents of the chest that Akane had thrown around earlier. Ranma sat down in a free spot with Akane on his lap without taking his arms from around her. She did not seem to mind and Ranma really did not plan to let go if he did not have to.
With Akane safely snuggled into his chest he briefly let go with one arm to fetch the papers that he had dropped here earlier.
Wrapping his arm around her again he tried to read, but it did not give any clues as to what other changes he might expect out of the new status in their relationship.
Since enslaving herself to Ranma had been Akane's idea in the first place she would probably be able to tell him.
"So, Akane," he hesitantly began.
"Yes, Ranma... I mean Master, Sir," Akane answered promptly.
"I am sure there are lots of rules about this slavery things, but those papers don't go into much detail. This was all your idea why don't you tell me what it all means," he asked her.
"Yes Master," Akane replied," I guess the details are all up to you, Owner. You will have to decide, Sir."
"Like what?" Ranma wondered.
"Well for example, you have to decide how I am supposed to talk to you," Akane explained, "You can have me call you master or owner or my lord or sir or some other title. You can order me to begin and end every time I speak with sir. And you could tell me to only speak when spoken to. You can forbid me to talk of myself in the first person and have me only use terms like 'this slave-girl'. So I would talk like 'Sir, this slave-girl is happy to be her master's property, sir.' I guess you could even give me a new name or even just a number to make it clear that my live as Akane Tendou is over."
"Ah... no, that sounds like it would be terribly confusing," Ranma complained, "You are still Akane and I am still Ranma. Talking like that would make you sound like Shampoo or like I am some sort of drill-sergeant."
The stuff that Akane had suggested was just to complicated and while it might be nice to get some respect from her every now and then Ranma thought that it could get old very fast if Akane always spoke like that in everyday conversation.
"You can call me master or owner if you want, but you don't have to say it all the time. And you can talk whenever you want just don't cut me off and let me finish when I am saying something. All the other stuff is to complicated — just stay respectful when you speak," Ranma allowed.
Ranma considered things for a moment and then added, "But when you are talking to others about me I want you to use 'my master' or something like that."
That had always been a sore point for Ranma. That Akane would never openly acknowledge him as her fiancé. She would always say things like "that idiot" instead of "my fiancé" when talking about him to her friends.
Ranma might not always have been very openly accepting of their engagement himself, but Akane had been worse. If she had just told any guy who wanted something from her that she was already engaged those who were like the hentai-horde would have backed of and many confrontations could have been avoided.
An engagement ring would have prevented many of them from putting the moves on his Akane. That she had not had one had been mostly his fault. But she wore the collar now which was something like a wedding ring. Everybody would know that Akane was already taken.
Just to make sure he asked her, "And while we are talking about telling people that I am your master. The next time when you meet somebody who does not know about it yet and doesn't see or understand the collar you should just should just tell him that you are my slave right out, okay?"
Akane had thought that her slavery would be mostly something between the two of them that they would keep secret or at least not announce to the public at large. But she had to remind herself that it wasn't just the bedroom game of her fantasies but real and official slavery.
Ranma rightfully expected her to stay in character all the time and wear her collar outside the house. Ranma did not intend to keep it secret but instead wanted to show their new relationship to the world.
It would be deeply humiliating having to tell her friends and classmates and even her teachers about her new status.
On the other hand public humiliation and exhibition had been part of her deeper and darker fantasies. It was good of Ranma to push her to the boundaries of her old self from the start.
One good thing about being a slave was that she no longer had to feel guilty or ashamed about wanting and doing things that good girls did not do.
It would not be her fault since she had no choice. She would just be a slave following her masters orders.
Emboldened by that thought and the assurance of her freedom to talk whenever she wanted she decided to make an unrequested suggestion.
"If you want everyone to know I am your slave you could have me wear a special slave-dress, Ranma," she told her owner.
Ranma looked interested at this. He seemed to like her idea.
"What would a slave-dress look like?" he asked, "do you have something like that among these?"
Ranma looked over the various articles of clothing she had kept in her treasure chest. There were lots of racy underwear and sexy costumes that she would be glad to wear for her master some time, but none of them were really what you could call slave-dress.
"I am sorry master, but I don't have a slave dress to here," she told him apologetically.
She hesitated for a moment an then added boldly, "You could have me go naked instead."
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