"I know you have a lot of questions, but you shouldn't talk too much" She starts to speak in a soft, calming voice.
"I will explain everything to you. First off, my name is Mistress Janson, for you it is simply Mistress, if I let you speak. Your name is slave X18429, as it is indicated here." She points at the spot right above your dick, where your number is branded into.
[Grab a permanent marker and write your number just above your dick]
"You don't have a name anymore, just your number. That's how it is in our world, men are just slaves. Oh I know you don't remember anything. So I will give you a short explanation. Boys are allowed to grow up with their mothers and sisters until they are 18. Then they are taken by the gouvernement, their memories are deleted and they are assigned to a training-mistress ,me for that matter, to teach them the ways of serving a woman, before being auctioned off.
I know it is a lot to take in, so let me just show you some pictures of yesterday, when you were officially turned in a slave."