any co-author for femdom story?

Hi, I wonder if anyone wants to continue my story. It takes place in a country ruled by women where men have lost all their rights... A young man offers himself voluntarily as a slave to a girl and her mother in order to avoid deportation to a concentration camp.

Okay, that´s the beginning:

Peter didn´t mind at all when male citizens lost the right to participate in any kind of elections. After all, it had been democratically decided by the Parliament, where women held a vast majority since the last war (only about 30 per cent of the population was male).

Only when the female government prohibited them to work, he knew he was facing a severe problem: how was he going to earn his living? The legal adviser of his company, an intelligent young woman, had an idea: he could give up voluntarily his freedom, asking some female friend to register him as a her slave. Then his new owner could rent him to the enterprise... Peter wasn´t very fond of that idea, but he had heard strange rumours about detention camps for the jobless... So he decided to ask Tanya, who lived next door. The dark-eyed girl listened with interest; then she told him to ask her mother: until her 18th birthday, she wouldn´t be allowed to keep a slave. Tanya was 17 years old. Mrs Tavares was surprised, as he explained his idea, but she accepted without hesitation. After all, she would receive his salary.

The woman at the registration office smiled when Mrs Tavares appeared with the young man. "Don´t forget that you´ll lose all your rights", reminded him the functionary. Peter wondered what rights she was talking about: if he hadn´t accepted Mrs Tavares' "protection", he´d probably be detained by the police and sent to a concentration camp. "Legally you´ll be considered as an object. Even farm animals have more legal protection", she warned him. Nevertheless, Peter signed the paper. "Very well", said the officer to Mrs Tavares. "Just take him to the police station, where they will implant him a microchip so as to identify him as your property." She looked at the young man: "Don´t worry, darling, it doesn´t hurt."

Not only did they implant him a microchip identifying him as Mrs Tavares' slave: the most humilliating thing was the yellow earmark he had to wear and the mocking by the policewomen ("he looks like a pig now", they´d laughed).

When he was at home, Mrs Tavares kept Peter in the cellar, where he had to sleep on old newspapers - as her house was quite big, he had hoped to obtain a room with a bed. As to the meals, his mistress proofed to be rather stingy; neither did she allow him to drink coffee, tea, milk, orange juice or beer. He had to drink exclusively tap water. Sometimes they obliged him to eat old apples, pears or bananas which they´d otherwise thrown away, and from time to time they offered him a yogurt whose expiry date had passed.

During four months, Mrs Tavares was pleased to receive Peter's salary (as he had proposed, she had rented him to his old enterprise), but then he was fired. According to a new law, his work (he was a translater) had to be done by female staff. Peter wondered how his owners would react to the new situation.

Indeed, while he was locked up in the cellar, Mrs Tavares and her daughter were diskussing his future. What should they do with him? Train him for housework? Sell him?