The courts deemed me a life-time debtor, which means they believed my debt was so far in excess of my ability to earn that I had no realistic chance of ever paying it back. As such, I was designated a slave for life and sold at the permanent slave auctions--where SHE purchased me. I'm not sure how she managed to do it, but they tell me she increased my debt further by giving me a full-body rejuvenation. The procedure decreased my apparent age my nearly 30 years...

...Of course, she also made some other minor body modifications at the same time. "It's just my way of indicating your future role with absolute clarity to anyone who might wish to know," she told me when she showed me my new face in the mirror. "And you'll be happy to know that these modifications were created at the genetic level--a much more expensive procedure--so they will be inherited by your children, assuming of course that you prove fertile."

I suppose with all the tests they've done on me she knows whether I'll be fertile or not, but she doesn't seem inclined to tell me. All she's said is that after my initial training I'll be doing menial field labor for the next few years before being sent to the stud house... Of course, from the lewd things she's already said and done, I get the distinct impression that just because I won't be bred for several years doesn't mean I won't be asked to perform certain sexual services.

She's a hands-on mistress who likes to take a strong interest in my training and she's fond of explaining things to me. "Your DNA was a custom design job," she says, from time to time. This is always intended to convey the fact that there can be no certainty about how my particular breed will evolve. She tells me next to nothing, so much of what I know has been learned slowly over time. For instance, I quickly realized that my vocal chords were gone and I had lost my ability to speak... but I retained my former intellect. A dual curse, that, given the nature of my training and what I am certain my slave duties will eventually be. Many other questions remain, however. For example, horses don't live very long compared to humans, so I wonder how long I'll actually live in this new form. My mistress, of course, has enough money to give me another rejuvenation, if she finds me to be a pleasing toy.

Already I have begun to wonder whether such an extension would be a blessing or a curse.