Little Sister's Slave

Little Sister's Slave 1 and 2

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After going to the wrong photobooth for is passport photo, 16 year old Scott Jenkins becomes his 13 year old sister’s slave.

From: Scott.J@freemail.com
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com

Hi uncle Jim

Good news about your car, glad they could fix it. Sorry I haven't replied for a while. Mum took away my meagre 10 minute Internet access priviledge for that fight I got in. It wasn't even my fault!

I got some good news too though. We're going on holiday with Carrie's friend Jenny's family.
Jenny is in her class so I guess she's about 13 too, but luckily her 14 year old brother Doug will be there. OK he'll be 2 years younger than me but at least I'll not be the only boy around the little girls.

Their villa is in Clandu so we'll all need passports to go there.

Its not fair that they have changed passports for boys under 20 though! I mean why do we have to provide a full length naked picture for the passport? I mean why do they need it, and why doesn’t everyone else have to do one? It also means anyone who sees my passport will also see my dick.

I asked dad why I have to have a naked picture in my passport and he said I have to take everything off at the security desk in the airport. I thought he was joking so I laughed but no one else did. I’m sure he was joking though right?

So Jenny’s mum Lisa, the one with the villa, told mum that the photo booth at the supermarket has been updated for the new boy passports, and as Jenny’s (Carrie's friend) passport was out of date picked us all up our house in her car. So that Jenny, mum, me and Carrie could all get our photos done for new passports.

I was a bit excited as I thought the machine would be like a studio now or something. I was also a bit disappointed that Jenny's brother Doug wasn't with them I was hoping I wouldn't be the only one doing a naked photo shoot. They said his passport was still valid until he was 22. I guess being a 10 year passport I won't have to do mine again till I'm 26.

When we got to the supermarket, the machine didn’t look any different. I’ve used it before for bus passes and stuff, and there's no way you can get a full body shot in that tiny little booth. Its still in the same place too, right at the end of the tills so customers queing at checkout can watch the big screen over it and see the people inside getting their photos done, sort of like an advert for the booth. This used to be cool knowing everyone could see you pulling faces at them on the screen, but now I hoped it would turn off when I got in.

So Jenny had her photos done first, it was fun watching her on the big screen pulling faces until the countdown started and then getting all serious, then Carrie got hers done, I still can't believe she's my sister, she's just weird. But she was funny too, then my mum did hers. Mum’s session was boring though so i just looked out window to the car park watching people coming to the shop and collecting their trolleys. It's a massive window, like a full glass wall. I was actually getting a bit nervous because I knew I was going to have to take all my clothes off soon, but I really wanted to go on holiday, and I was sure there would be a way to turn the big screen off when I got inside.

I got in the booth, closed the curtain and pulled some faces for the big screen which made the girls laugh and mum put the money in the machine and pressed ‘boy passport: Boy-S’ I saw there was a ‘Boy-M’ option on the screen too, but it wasn’t selectable. There was a clicking noise and the back of the machine started to open, it was pretty cool, but then the screen inside said stand on cross and remove clothes. I looked round out of the back of the machine and there was a red cross projected on the floor, but this was outside the machine, outside the curtain, in the shop, where everyone at the checkout could see. I't was about a foot from that bloody great big window too!

Well, I got out of the machine and stood on the cross. It must have known I wasn’t undressed because a buzzer went and it kept flashing ‘UNDRESS NOW and PUT HANDS ON HEAD’, but I didn’t know what to do, on one side were the till queues and on the other side of me was the full length window to the car park, with people just 2 feet from me collecting their trolleys. Mum kept shouting at me to get undressed or the timer would run out and she had no more change, she didn’t care about me being naked in public, just her last pile of coins. I was really scared, and confused, why wasn’t there a big curtain for me? I was stunned, then mum came over and pulled my shorts and briefs down, my willy was just flopping about for all to see. She made me step out of them and put them in her basket. Then she pulled my T-shirt off, put my hands on my head, slapped my bottom and said “Stay!” like I was a dog and walked back to the machine with the T-shirt in her basket too.

I was now naked at the front of the store with my hands on my head, I was so embarrassed, my 13 year old sister could see me nude for the first time ever...and her friend and her mum! What's worse, I was so humiliated my dick went hard! I’ve always been proud of my cock as its quite big now, but when its hard it's really obvious. The girls were laughing at it as it pointed straight up against my tummy, and then laughing more seeing it on the big screen. The bloody screen stayed on!

Mum clicked the ‘OK’ button and it counted down from 5, the girls were laughing and calling out the count down numbers which drew more attention which was even more humiliating. When it counted to zero it flashed the girls cheered as it took a picture and the big screen went still for a second to show the image.

I swear I heard a few people in the queue cheer when it did this. I was so embarrassed, there's no privacy, my private parts were all on show to the whole store. I mean you can see that screen all the way over in the cooked chicken department. Anyway, it counted down again from 5 and took the second picture. Some people in the queues joined my lovely sister counting down, I was nearly in tears , it's just not fair!

But worse, the machine started counting down for the third picture then stopped at 2. My mum poked and prodded it, but told me I had to stay like this in case the picture got taken. I was shouting at her to get it working, I was now in tears, Naked, hands on my head with a stonking hard-on for all to see. Lisa said something to her and showed her her watch, they were now in a panicking about something so mum ran off to get help.

Eventually a girl came back with mum and was obviously on the phone to someone else. I heard her say that they’ve never done a ‘boy passport’ before because its a new law and people in the town just don’t travel abroad. She punched in some numbers following advice from the phone and the screen set back to 5. Thankfully by this point my willy was almost back to normal size.

The big screen counted down from 5 and when it hit zero an error came up saying ‘No Match’. The girl muttered something into the phone then brought up my fist picture on the huge screen, and muttered more.

She shouted over to me that all the pictures must match the first one so ‘work on your peenie’ she said giggling. What!!?? If it wants 4 pictures the same, why not take 1 and copy it. I asked if she could reset it and take 4 like I was but she said that you can only change it at the first pic and as I was already on pic 3 there was no way.

I was horrified. Worse still mum came over and said I was holding them all up and Jenny had a violin lesson soon so they were going to do their shopping and I was to find them when I’d finished. She also said I’d better do as the assistant said or I’d get a hiding right there in the shop.

So the worst embarrassment of my life..I started rubbing my dick to get it hard at the end of the checkout queues with the whole shop watching on that bloody screen. I hoped this was a nightmare and I’d wake up.

People stopped collecting trolleys in the car park and just watched me through the window, and I could hear the tills slowing down too as the checkout girls were staring at me.

Finally I got hard and the screen counted down along with what sounded like the whole shop. As it got to 1 I stopped rubbing and put my hands on my head.

Zero...flash..cheer! God it was so embarassing. But worse still I started going soft straight away so needed to fluff it up again.. After the flash I couldn’t keep it up so I had to fluff it up again. I probably rubbed too hard because as I let go, it counted then as it got to zero the flash went off, but so did I….I squirted all across the floor followed by an even bigger cheer, laughing and a round of applause!! I could have died. But worse still, when they stopped clapping the assistant pressed a button on her phone and put out a really slow, bored-sounding announcement staring straight at me “clear up Photo booth…..cleeeaaaar uuuuup at..the..Booooooth..pleeeeaaaase!” this was followed by a lot of laughing in the store. I just cupped my bright red face in my hands. Eventually I went and stood next to the assistant, completely naked to wait for my pictures. As they popped out she grabbed them, looked at them, looked me up and down, then handed them over.

I was left running about the store completely naked trying to find mum who still had my clothes in her bag all because of Jenny’s stupid villa and stupid violin lessons. Why didn't she just leave Carrie with me with my clothes? That shop is enormous. I was crying by the time I found them, they were stood outside with the trolleys. When I got to them mum slapped my bottom again, asked me where I’d been and without waiting for an answer said I’d have to change in the car. She forced me to carry 2 bags of shopping right across the busy car park, so naked and no covering up. It was a horrible experience.

I hope its worth the embarassement, theres going to be 4 of us on holiday about the same age, so its going to be a lot of fun I can’t wait, and I’ll be the oldest too.

Why have they changed the stupid passport law, and why are us boys always being humiliated? Its just not fair!

Scott

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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Scott.J@freemail.com

Hi Scott.

Oh dear, that sounds very humiliating.
I was at the airport last week, don't worry, I saw no naked boys.

Jim

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Part 2

After going to the wrong photobooth for is passport photo, 16 year old Scott Jenkins becomes his 13 year old sister’s slave.

From: Scott.J@freemail.com
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com

Hi uncle Jim

I thought I’d update you on my holiday and the passport situation. Well Clandu looks amazing, its sunny, and blue skies, and we drove past loads of cafes and milkshake parlours to get to the villa. I'm not sure I'm going to enjoy my holiday unless I get some clothes soon.

It all started at the airport. We all put our luggage in at the desk and the assistant looked at my passport and gave me an empty bag with a barcode on it. She stared at me and said to hurry up. I didn’t know what to do with it.
Doug, my sister’s friend’s brother told me it was for my clothes, I laughed.

We hadn’t got anywhere near the security gate yet which is where I thought my all-naked passport would cause problems. But the assistant just said, “put your clothes in please, now!” She was really stern. Doug didn’t get a bag, why did I? So I stripped everything off and gave her the bag back. She pointed to my boxers and said “everything”. I couldn’t believe it, I was so embarrassed. My face went bright red then my mum told me I was making a scene and to get on with it or she’ll spank me in front of the queue, then she tutted, sighed and yanked them down. That's the second time in 2 weeks she's made me naked in public!

I had tears in my eyes now, and for the second time ever my sister saw me naked. But so too did her brother and everyone we were going on holiday with. I thought I’d never be able to look them in the face again.

So the woman took my bag of clothes and put it with our luggage. I asked when I’d get it back and she said “at the other end.” This was awful. Doug was going to be my holiday buddy on this trip and already he was smirking at me, sort of superior, and I was the oldest of us 4 kids, and they are all fully clothed, and I’m naked like a little boy!

Things didn’t get better at the security desk. I had to keep my hands on my head throughout the whole queue, The guards kept reminding me. Some people got pulled out and patted down to see if they had guns and stuff in their clothing, the usual airport stuff, but even though I was naked they still patted me down, Why? They could se I had nothing to hide. Worse still they checked under my dick, my balls and turned me round and checked my rosebud, in front of the whole queue, and our 2 families! They were really rough with me, compared to everyone else too.

What's worse the security camera would match my photo unless I had a hard-on again. The queue was packed! There was nothing else for them to do than watching me wanking off!

I finally got hard and the gate upended allowing me through to the main security area where they put me on a platform with a grill on it with my hands on my head and searched me again then just left me there on show.

They called my dad over to one of the desks and were talking to him, I couldn't hear them, they all kept looking round at me standing there vwith my hands on my head.

Dad looked a bit sheepish, like they were telling him off, then he looked at me with that sorry look, like he used to do when I fell and grazed my knee. He clenched his lips as they showed him a form on the computer, looked at me with that sorry look again, then nodded to them wiping his brow, pointed to Jenny, then they typed stuff. Finally they let him go and he joined mum and they talked, they looked nervous, Jenny kept looking over at me too. I couldn’t see anymore because the guards turned me round and put a metal collar around my neck with “S-Jenkins” on it. I assumed it meant Scott Jenkins, but if its my name, why S- rather than S.? Funny what you think about Anyway it had a cool crest punched onto it. It seemed cool until they kind of welded it shut.

I was getting very scared now then they turned me back to face everyone and said hold tight for de-lausing. I was stunned at this point I just wanted it all to be over. This woman pulled a leaver and a thick gloopy white blob fell on my head and womanhen she came over to me and smeared it into my hair and all over my body, especially on my dick, balls, bottom and pubes, she even pulled my foreskin back and rubbed it in there.

The whole queue was staring at me, I was so ashamed and humiliated I just started crying. There were no other naked boys there at all, why me? They dragged me out of the booth and handed me to my dad, I couldn’t walk properly I couldn’t see, there were too many tears, they then gave him a lead and said I was to be rinsed in 30 minutes and was to be always supervised, and not allowed to ‘run free’. I didn’t say anything I was still crying.

Our 2 families set off to find a cafe, my dad had attached the lead to my collar and asked my little sister to hold the other end. When we got to the cafe we all sat down and this is where the truth hit me.

Because we used ‘Boy-S’ photos at the booth, my mum had to fill out a ‘Boy-S’ form for my passport. It had all the usual questions, but some odd ones like what was I worth, she just wrote what was in my savings account, which wasn’t much as I had to pay for all that damage I did last month. Anyway the security guards told him that ‘S’ was for slave, its new legislation to fall in line with international travel. ‘Boy-M’ was for Master, but it was too late to use it now. Why didn’t mum check this out properly?

So my collar states that I am Slave to the Jenkins family, our family, and as dad thought I wouldn’t want to hang round the adults all the time he’s made my primary owner Carrie! I'm to be my little sister’s slave! But he said not to worry, because she was still too young to sell me without his permission. Sell me!!?? All this was going to be especially important in Clandu as they had strict slavery laws, and as I was registered as a slave the whole family had to abide by the rules both in Clandu and when we get home.

I was stunned…. Carrie thought it was way cool that she had her own slave, and could make me do anything, that went for Jenny and Doug too, Doug kept looking at me in a mischievous way. Its so unfair! I was going to be top dog and leader of the pack, but now I’m just to be the holiday play thing.

I didn’t say a word, I was too shocked and embarrassed and none of the adults corrected the kids either, no one said to leave me alone, ‘it was just a paperwork thing’ or ‘I was equal to them’, anyway, they said nothing like that.

Carrie got up and tugged my lead saying we’re going to explore, I didn’t want to go because I was naked, and still had the white goo all over me, I looked like I’d had a shaving cream fight. Carrie didn’t listen and all the kids got up dragging me after them. I stayed firmly where I was fighting the lead when my dad told me to do as they said and stop spoiling everyone’s holiday or he will spank me. He then asked Carrie to tell him every time I was out of line. ‘Out of line’??? Exactly what line are we talking about? I was naked in an airport on a lead given as a holiday present to my little sister and her friends.

I reluctantly got up and followed where I was led. Doug found he could stick things to the goo on my body, so I was dragged about naked, covered in goo with sandwich wrappers and empty cans stuck to my back.

The kids loved this, and had great fun throwing peanuts at me see who could get the most to stick.

Worse still I hadn’t seen any other boys naked, and definitely none covered in gunk. Doug said that anyone with any sense got their passports last year to avoid the naked rule, thats why all other boys were dressed, and no one was stupid enough to make themselves a slave.

Carrie left Doug on the concourse holding my lead as the girls went into the paddle emporium. I must have zoned out feeling sorry for myself because I was woken by a sting across my bottom as she demonstrated to the others the paddle she’d bought for me. I couldn’t speak, I cupped my face in my hands and cried a little.

I asked if we could go to the rinser and was swatted again. Carrie said slaves can only talk when addressed, I couldn’t believe we were doing this thing, and doing it so seriously! I tried to object and felt another sting, then they all tried swatting me. Doug was the most painful, they laughed as I bounced across the concourse holding my bottom, dick flapping at half mast.

Eventually they decided to take me to the rinser, Carrie held my lead, but Doug led the way leading me by my willy with my hands on my head, whenever I tried to take them off, apart from getting swatted, they got connected to my head by long strings of goo, like hot pizza cheesr. My cock in Doug's hand was fully erect by the time we got there which he found very amusing, letting go from time to time to create long strings of goo that connected my cock to his hand. Jenny played with it too, with all the long sticky goo strings connecting us it looked like my willy was their puppet. I guess in a way I am now their puppet fully.

Anyway, they loaded me into the rinser which sprayed me down then blew air on me to dry me off finally the door opened tipping me out onto the floor. Now I was clean I felt a new sense of nudity all over again, especially when I put my hands back on my head. They all still led me by my cock though.

We rejoined the parents who looked and laughed at the paddle and dad said helpful things like he’ll fix the passport/slave problem after we get back, and this was only a week, and be good to my sister and her friends, and show gratitude for the holiday, all stuff like that which I hated, he was basically saying I belong to my sister for the week, don’t bother the adults just suck it up and get on with it!

Thankfully we finally landed, those airplane seats are scratchy on bare flesh, and doug kept playing with my bare cock all the way, he kept me seconds from cumming for the whole flight.

The villa is nice, after I unpacked all their bags, even the adult’s bags, I was told to serve them drinks on the balcony. I had to put my bag in the garage till we can work out space or something. I haven’t been able to dress yet, and was put to bed naked, told to get up early and lay out the breakfast stuff. I’m sleeping on the floor in Doug’s room.

So I’ve got up really early and I snuck Carries phone out so I could get onto the Internet and send you this. I’m not allowed Internet on my phone, but I know how to use it on Carries phone. Anyway, I’ll try and keep you updated on my holiday, but I best get this back to Carrie before she notices and gets mad, hopefully she hasn’t woken up yet. Why are only boys made into slaves, and why me? Its just not fair!

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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Scott.J@freemail.com

Hey Scotty

Sounds like you had quite a time at the airport, hopefully you'll look back on it and laugh, some people would love the chance to run naked round an airport. But it sounded like you were deeply humiliated by it.

I hope I'm not speaking out of turn or being a bit weird but if its any consolation, you have always been and still are a stunningly beautiful boy. You probably brightened people's day when they saw you naked. That's a good thing. Imagine how much worse the experience would have been if you were a pug ugly munter and anyone who saw you threw up!

I guess giving you to your sister made sense as it lets all you kids go out together, you wouldn't want to be stuck with the parents for a whole week. Hopefully you kids can all have fun, although getting the right forms would have been better, didn't you read anything about it yourself before your mum filled in the forms?

I've been doing some digging and the laws are clear, legally you are a slave and must do everything your owner tells you. You may get more humiliated than you did at the airport so try and look at it as a fun holiday with lots of dares. The law protects the owner, if you are witnessed by anyone mouthing off or hitting or ignoring your owner they will take you away to a conditioning centre. This will really make things worse!

Be good for your little sister, she owns you now and you must be good for her. Don't talk back and make sure you ask her permission for anything you want to do.

Keep me posted
Jim

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