I'm really starting to regret my life choices as I'm marched into the city court room. I know no good can come from today, but the final decision is out of my hands. My soon-to-be-ex master has (not very sadly) decided that he wants to literally trade me in for a younger model. At a mere 26, I hardly feel like I'm past my prime.
That's the way things work here. Women are commodities, sold, traded and used for gain in social standing or life ranking. The 'finer' the specimen you own, the higher you rise and the more opportunities you gain. This de-humanising society has been going on ever since there was a sickness that spread at a World Leader conference which resulted in authority structures around the world collapsing. 175 years later with no real societal structure, we have devolved into using women as currency and as a symbol of status. The only upside to this is that any men can still be punished. If they are caught committing any community crimes (like assault, malicious abuse of a slave, or generic crimes like robbery or fraud) then they can be 're-assigned' their status to become a base slave for a set sentence. This is the new fucked-up way our justice system works.
The only difference is that men can be released from their sentences, women can only work up the slave ranks, but ultimately, they will always be owned by a man. Women now don't know any better, and we have all but accepted this way of life just to survive.
The ranking system works the same for men and women in the slave system, as you are trained by your master for whatever he deems appropriate, you gain obedience points if he is pleased with your behaviour. These points are regularly logged via a smartphone app by your master, and your master gets a notification when you are eligible for a rank upgrade. This in turn boosts his status. Your master can still sell you at any given point if he gets fed up of you, hence why we're paying a visit to the court room today.
My current status as a run of the mill 'household caretaker', has not been pleasing my master as of late. This is a mediocre rank that I have worked to improve slowly with his patchy training and near neglect. My master is a lazy man who wants great results with very little effort, although I perhaps haven't been very co-operative. That's why this day is damned to hell.
When you trade a slave, a master must provide a slave report. This will allow for continuation of their status when they are put back up for sale or allow for a demotion if the report is negative. The lower ranks consist of animal females -- these are women who are kept as a variety of pets or for work. They are often debasing roles where it is merely possibly to work up to a pampered pet-- this is because the slaves are required to go through physical adaptation to be an animal female. The mediocre and middle ranks range from being public service slaves or household slaves -- women in these roles perform specific roles suited to their master and this is where I currently am in the scale. The higher scales ranks are personal service slaves -- again used for whatever the master desired but with more life privileges. All of these ranks can be for public work or personal work to the master -- and yep, you guessed it -- you are for using as your master likes, wherever, whenever or by whoever he sees fit. Public sex and public disciplining is commonplace now and highly approved of by society's elder observants.
