By Xhumil
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject:
RE Home
Hi uncle Jim
Thanks for talking to
mistress Carrie about email access. This is helping me
enormously.
The return journey was pretty much a reverse
of the outbound journey, except I didn’t get the slave collar
removed which was crap but expected.
Also as expected I
endured the entire trip naked, but I'm kind of used to it now. I
mean, if I had clothes what would my owners grab, apart from my
lead?
And I was pulled out of the security line at the
airport for a rubber glove internal exam in full view of the other
passengers, so nothing new there either, followed by the delousing.
Doug got Carrie to keep the goo on me right up until moments before
boarding too which sucked.
Oh, they have a paddle emporium
in Clandu too! So all three of them now have matching paddles. Should
I be proud or scared? Carrie has a cane too which I’m definitely
scared of.
Once we arrived home and inside the house I
asked dad if I could now get dressed. He told me to ask Carrie.
He
said that the papers would take about 8 weeks to be processed and in
any case he hadn’t started filling them out yet. Until the process
was completed I was still legally Carrie's slave and I must continue
to obey everything my mistress and her friends ordered.
But….and
this was the real stinker, he was not going to start the papers
unless I signed an agreement that if I did become free again, I would
still remain under Carrie’s command and control whenever I was at
home or with her.
This was unbelievable, I was so looking
forward to getting home and putting the slavery behind me, and here
he is telling me that he hasn’t started the freedom process yet,
and if it completes then I will continue to obery her anyway! And
what did he mean “IF” I became free.
I was really
upset. I didn't say anything though.
Carrie ordered me to
unpack all the luggage and put it away. I was to put all my clothes
except my school uniform into black bags and move them up to the
loft. It was dark and grubby up there. I dragged my 4 bags of clothes
up the ladder and put them in the corner, dust puffed up all over me
as each one landed on the floor. I took one last look at the bags and
said goodbye to my last vestiges of freedom and clothed dignity. It
was a sad moment as I pushed the ladder up and closed the hatch.
By
the time she gave me my evening bath the only thing in my wardrobe
was my school uniform.
It was weird having her bathe me
at home, it all seemed unreal on holiday so it didn't count, but now
on familiar ground the humiliation of being bathed by my little
sister seems unbearable. Baby talking me while she washed under my
foreskin and bottom. All the time me squinting through
shampoo-stinging eyes, which I think is a deliberate debilitating
manoeuvre of hers. Which is why my hair is the first thing to be
soaped and the last thing to get rinsed.
This morning we
went food shopping, dad had got some essentials in for us but had
been too busy with work for a big shop.
I was so nervous
heading to the supermarket naked. I know I've been starkers there
before as that was the scene of ‘the crime’, but to actually
arrive there naked was pretty daunting. I just hoped I didn't see
anyone I knew. As we entered the shop I sneered at the photo booth
that caused my downfall. I'd have kicked it if we'd been close
enough.
Thankfully it was early in the morning, but
pushing a trolley round and filling shopping bags in the nud was
really embarrassing. Then the long walk pushing trolley back to the
car and loading it! Mum made me empty the car, so the neighbours got
to see plenty of me as I shuttled back and forth to the car to empty
it of our shopping.
We've got to go clothes shopping for
bigger schools stuff for mistress Carrie later In the week, I'm
dreading that.
Can you delay the girl's visit please? I'm
going to be a naked slave still. I didn't really know Jenny's family
before the holiday, so the only people from my normal life to be
newly naked in front of were mum, Carrie and Dad and I suppose Jenny.
That was hard enough. But for the whole family to see me exposed is
too much.
Please delay the girls until I'm a free boy
again Uncle Jim. Please.
Obediently
Casper.
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From:
Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To:
Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject:
RE Home
No boy, we're not delaying the visit.
You're
forgetting who, or what, you are, all this puppy crapis softening you
up.
You were originally conditioned in Clandu and you did
very well there. If you are having trouble adjusting to your new role
in familiar surroundings I suggest you request help from your
mistress. The girls are looking forward to seeing all of you, don’t
spoil it for them.
Plans have already been made.
Carrie
has very kindly agreed to allow the girls to use you to help with
some of their school work.
Jim
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From:
Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject:
aunt Laura’s visit
Sorry sir.
Of course sir,
Tilly and Sue will have full access to me with full cooperation. I
will be anything they want.
Thank you for your idea for
further conditioning. I took up the request pose in front of mistress
Carrie last night. set my paddle in front of her between my
outstretched arms as I knelt with my forehead on the floor. She
immediately knew what I was requesting and had guessed I was
struggling from my shyness in the bath. Mum and dad did too, they
simply went out.
Mistress Carrie called Jenny and Doug and they
all helped me acclimatise, it wasn't nearly as brutal as in Clandu
but painful and humiliating enough to remind me what I am. The house
is now spotless including the garage door, and my peenie is still
sore from having the scrubbing brush tied to it’s erection for so
long, and my hips are aching from the scrubbing action.
Mistress
Carrie has also allowed me to move all the rest of my stuff up into
the loft. I need that to help me forget Scott and concentrate on
properly being Casper and focus on my duties. Now my room is
completely empty, it will be easier to prepare for the girl’s
visit.
Your obedient slave
Casper
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From:
Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To:
Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject:
RE Home
Hello boi.
I'm sure Carrie will
organise you perfectly for the girls. I can't tell you how incredibly
proud we all are of Carrie, she is turning into a very astute young
woman.
The school work your cousins need you for is home
sciences and biology. Most of it will be revision for Sue with added
hands-on, something not taught enough at school. It will all be
advanced study for Tilly.
It will be mainly practicals for
home science and sex education.
I'd also like the girls to
take a picture of you showing why you're called Casper, this will be
a fun diversion for them. I will provide them with all the materials
they need.
They will be arriving Wednesday, and will be
there till Sunday as they also have to go back to school on
Monday.
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To:
Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject:
Molly
Hi Sir
I'm looking forward to them
arriving, and will obey all their orders sir.
My new life
is now slowly getting introduced to more people too.
I was
upstairs scrubbing the rest of the skirting boards Today when the
doorbell rang and Carrie rushed to answer it. I knew it wouldn't be
my friends, we don't visit each other, we just text and meet up
places, although I have been off grid for the last 2 weeks now that
Carrie has my phone, but I was kind of hoping to avoid them anyway
till I'm clothed again at school.
I heard Jenny's voice
and then another girl's voice. I knew exactly who it was when she
asked "is Scott here?"
Molly is one of Carrie’s
friends and has had a crush on me forever. The first thing she always
does after saying “hi” is to ask where I am. She thinks she's
subtle, but it's one of those unspoken secrets that everyone knows;
she has a major crush on Carrie's big brother, me.
My
normal reaction is to put in a very short appearance to tease her
then hide in my room or go out till she's gone. I suspected that
Carrie would get as much mileage out of my situation today as she
can, and part of me applauded this. I had no idea how right I was
though.
Carrie very directly told Molly that no one called
Scott lives here. Molly let out a very sad moan. Like she believed
it! Did she think I'd left forever or something, or maybe I was just
part of her imagination all these years?
"We have a
slave called Casper though," Carrie continued. "Do you want
to see Casper?"
Molly let out some very confused sound
which meant neither yes nor no, then Carrie, as I predicted, called
me down.
I pushed my cleaning stuff to one side,
straightened up and got ready for showtime.
As I slowly
walked down the stairs, arms by my side, naked and on display,
Molly's eyeballs nearly dropped out.
Carrie stopped me on
the second step from the bottom, my cock now directly at Molly's Eye
level. "Bring some lemonade and 3 glasses out to the patio"
Carrie commanded
"Yes Ma'am" I said
As Carrie
makes her way to the back garden Jenny has to physically pull Molly
away from me and drag her to the back garden giving me an all-knowing
humoured look as she did so. "How did you make him do that?"
I could hear Molly asking.
By the time I'd got to the
garden Molly had been filled in on the airport fiasco. I put out the
glasses and served everyone from their left, finally standing between
Jenny and Molly.
Molly is now fidgeting wildly in her seat
as she keeps stealing glances at my dick which is just out of direct
sight, meaning she has to sit at a twisted angle to look at it. The
sexual tension was palpable.
From glances at Jenny and
Carrie we all seemed to realise that any further eye contact would
cause us all to crack up laughing.
Carrie and Jenny start
to explain the first couple of days in Clandu which were deeply
humiliating for me, but sounded so much more fun from their
perspective. Mercifully Carrie missed out the conditioning and all my
crying.
I topped up the glasses to see if Molly’s eyes
followed me round the table. They did, which didn't go unnoticed on
the other two. I landed between Carrie and Jenny, now in Molly's
direct eyeline and she leant forward for a zoomed in view and
continued to shuffle in her seat.
As the stories
continued, painting me in a reasonably good light, thankfully, Jenny
started doing the absent-minded peenie twiddling as she spoke, just
as she had done in Clandu. Molly was beside herself watching this
unfettered access to my parts, and the other two girls were lapping
up her excitement.
You can't fiddle with a willy and not
have a result. Molly's hots for me have always been the elephant in
the room. Now suddenly its trunk is pointing straight at her. She
looked like she was going to explode, or wet herself, or both.
In
a moment of terrible timing I looked at Carrie and our eyes met
causing us to burst out laughing which quickly spread to Jenny. Poor
Molly had no idea what the joke was that put the three of us into
hysterics. I
To get out of there I picked up the lemonade
and said I'll refill it, I had to get away and compose myself to
avoid a punishment. Molly watched my cock intently as it bounced back
to the house.
In the kitchen after a good laugh I finally
composed myself. For fun I semi-hardened my cock before taking the
lemonade back out, and to my delight, all three of the girls
accompanied my returning willy with "boing, boing, boing".
They
discussed Doug's fascination with constantly messing me up, their
theories kind of agree with our’s uncle jim. Carrie then announced
that they were going shopping. My heart sank, I was not ready to be
naked in public in any local or familiar public venue.
To
my relief Carrie dispatched me to Mrs Bergs, who lives 2 doors along.
She'd seen me with the shopping and my collar and asked Carrie if I
could do some work for her. It got me out of a hole, and I quite
liked Mrs. Berg, so it was a perfect escape.
As Carrie
pushed me out the front door she said they'd collect me later
"hopefully when Molly's knickers had dried a bit." she
added with a laugh.
I'm not sure how much Carrie is being
paid but I was worked like a dog by Mrs. Berg.
Initially
Mrs Berg had me cleaning her windows, it's one thing being naked on
the ground, but up a ladder I felt a whole lot more exposed. After
that, and pretty much for the rest of the day she had me digging a
new flower bed. She gave me a pair of her husband's old steel-toed
workbooks to wear and covered me in a pretty thick layer of sun
cream. As it was such a hot day she also allowed me to use the hose
to cool down whenever I needed it. I worked very hard, I began to
enjoy the feeling of it, I'm already used to losing myself when doing
housework, but can now do it with physical work too. I can switch off
and it stops me feeling tired or sad. She watched from the verandah
and came to give advice or refreshments from time to time. We also
chatted a bit about how it all felt for me becoming a slave. I tried
to keep a positive spin to my replies. I didn't tell her how utterly
humiliated I felt on a daily basis, how I wish I could be my parent’s
son again, or my sister’s brother. How I have to numb my mind to
prevent me crying at the hopelessness of it all.
Early
evening Carrie and her friends came to collect me. They sat with Mrs.
Berg and drank lemonade watching me work for a bit, talking about
what they'd bought.
Molly showed off her new jeans and
said she'd also bought some new knickers. I thought how much she
probably needed them after earlier, which caused me to let out a
small laugh. Then I heard Carrie snort as she stifled a laugh of her
own. She came to see what I was doing and to compose herself. She
told me I was a naughty boy and slapped my bottom. Sometimes I try to
cheer myself up with humour, I’m not always numb, but I suspect
unless I become a drone like E2 at school, my humour will get me into
a lot of trouble.
I announced to Mrs. Berg that I'd
finished my task, Carrie took payment for my services and we left. I
was absolutely knackered.
As we entered the house Molly
said she'll have to leave soon, all the time watching my crotch as
she spoke.
"Oh that's OK Mol" Carrie said "We've
got to give Casper his bath now anyway" Jenny and I held back a
laugh.
"Well I can probably stay for another hour or so,
how long will it take?" She replied.
I found it very hard
not to grin. Jenny quickly said she'd start a bath running and shot
upstairs to fix her composure.
I don't understand the
whole bath thing. I mean I think I understand the whole connection
thing at bathtime, but what I don't understand is why do they always
run my bath for me? Why not just get the slave to do it?
Your
obedient slave
casper
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From:
Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To:
Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject:
RE Molly
Hello boi.
Running the bath is just
part of the ritual for her. It's not your place to question your
mistress.
Poor Molly, sounds like you've given her lots to
think about at bedtime. Just don't be surprised if next time you see
her all the fingers on one hand are half the size of the other.
Did
Molly help to bathe you?
J
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From:
Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject:
RE Molly
Hi Sir
Oh yes uncle Jim, it was
probably the most awkward bath I've had in my life. She went home
happy and flustered, Jenny had to escort her to make sure she got
back OK. But I'll give you details now.
After Jenny ran
the bath she called me up while Carrie kept Molly busy in the
bedroom.
Jenny had me sit in the bath then moved me about
to different
poses, finding one that would have the most impact
on Molly when she came in. She wanted me side in the bath facing away
from the wall, facing the door, but my legs were too long to kneel.
Standing up would give her my cock at eyeline, but was too imposing.
In the end I sat side on cross legged facing the door, leaning
against the long edge of the bath. Kind of 90 degrees to the way
you’d normally have a bath. She let a bit of water out so my cock
was not covered then wet my hair and upper body and plumped up my
peenie. She then called the subtle code phrase to bring Molly in "Are
we doing this bath thing or what???"
Poor Molly was
like a rabbit in the headlights. She stood in front of me staring at
my plump cock through this imaginary football she seemed to be
holding.
"Are you going to wash him then Mol?" Carrie
asked.
They prompted her through putting shampoo on her hands,
suggested she put it on me, told her to rub…. By the end she had
managed to smear shampoo onto every part of my body that she wasn't
looking at. So one shoulder, the middle of my chest and a knee. No
where near my nipples or cock. It was like she’d won a car then
crashed it on the first drive.
"Is that finished then
Mol?" Carrie questioned to no reply. "Tell you what Mol,
why don't you start at the top and wash his hair, then move down from
there? Shall we turn him lengthways on for you?" Molly nodded
and I was pulled round so she was now looking at my side with equal
access to my front and back. I put my legs out straight now.
Once
Molly got into a swing she did fine, she soaped my hair, gave me a
nice long soapy back rub, this time a bracing hand at the front
slipping between each nipple, then a very sensual chest and abs wash,
then it was the big time.
"Do you want to rinse him off
before he stands up?" Carrie prompted. Molly shook her head
already massaging my dick. No soap, just a good slow pump. Dipping
her hand in the water she rubbed my balls then extremely assertively
said
"Stand up"
She left my hard cock for a while
and concentrated on washing my legs, washing each leg with both
hands, returning numerous times to my inner thigh, brushing the backs
of her hands against my balls as she did, and frequently allowing my
semi-erection to brush against the side of her head. She gave that a
couple of soapings on each run up my legs too.
She ordered me to
turn, finally getting to my bottom, washing and kneading it. She
tried various soaped fingers in my hole now holding my dick like a
handle and 'accidentally' pumping it.
Finally it was the main
event. She had my dick back in front of her face, but this time it
was the main focus.
With both hands she soaped and
massaged and kneaded it and my balls, she was very delicate with them
after a couple of "ouches" from me early on. She kept
rubbing that bit between my balls and my hole, it was really nice. I
caught Carrie and Jenny exchanging humoured glances looking at my
face.
She pulled back my foreskin a bit, Carry suggested she
pull it back further, which she did, then drew lines round my helmet
a few times with her finger, then pulled the skin over again. Finally
she had me sit down and rinsed me off with a wet sponge. That was
extremely sensual too. When she’d done she looked exhausted. All
that sexual tension must have got to her.
"You can
finish him off if you like Mol" Carrie said, clasping Molly's
hand around my dick and sliding it up and down. Molly let out a tiny
squeak and started pumping. She put her face in my hair, and rubbed
my back, neck and head with the other hand while she pumped. Jenny
positioned my arm over the side of the bath to give Molly something
to ride, well rub against at least.
It was so sweet, she
trembled the whole time, squeezing my hair tighter as she noticed my
chest expand and I became rigid ready for release. She pumped harder
and rubbed her crutch faster on my arm until I finally released.
Thoughtfully she washed my dick and with a heavy breath stepped
back.
"Thank Molly for her help little one" Carry
prompted in her bath baby talk voice.
I stood up, said “thank
you mistress Molly”, pulled her toward my naked body, kissed her
lips and gave her a big hug.
Your obedient
slave
casper
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From:
Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To:
Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject:
RE Molly
It sounded like a lot of fun, Molly finally got
what she’s been dreaming of all these years.
In terms of my
Casper picture, and to remind you who Casper is, who you now are, I
have provided the girls with 4 dozen eggs and 5KG of flour. Will that
be enough?
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To:
Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject:
RE Molly
Wow 48 eggs, that's loads, I’ve never been
caked in that much.
Carrie took me for a haircut today, I
was nervous, We went to a barber in the old part of town, thankfully
you have to book in advance so I wasn’t waiting in a queue of
walk-ins. It was still scary walking through the town hoping not to
see anyone I knew though.
I saw some girls from my year,
but no one came over if they did see me, but then a few yards from
the shop Damien and George rocked up. We’ve been friends forever.
They were a lot better than I expected them to be, I mean once the
shock wore off they started taking the piss, which is normal for
them. Mistress Carrie gave me 5 minutes of free talk with them which
was very generous of her. They were more shocked at her control than
the fact I was standing butt naked in front of them as I really
quickly gave the key points of how my new life started. George
checked me out a few times actually. Anyway, they were glad that I
hadn’t been snubbing them. I said I hoped everything could get back
to normal once school started. Then my time was up and I was dragged
into the barber. I’m glad I bumped into them now, even though I was
dreading it.
Carrie told the barber what she wanted and
stayed with me to ensure he didn’t do anything nasty. She’s had
it cut a lot shorter at the sides and back than what I normally like,
but the top is still floppy. I actually like it, It looks really
good.
Not sure if something rubbed off Doug in Clandu, but
I’m really excited and looking forward to having the girls trash my
new haircut with all that eggs and flour. Weird or what? I hope Doug
is invited, he’ll enjoy it.
I hope the girls like their
room. When we got back earlier I set up beds for all the girls in my
room and prepared Carrie’s room for aunt Laura. I also made my bed
up next to the washing machine, its just a sheet on the floor as all
the pillows and duvets are now in use, but I think I could use the
thesaurus and dictionary together as a pillow so that will be OK.
Mistress Carrie gave me some free time later on in the
evening which was really nice of her so I used it to totally scrub my
room all over for the 3 of them.
I’m looking forward to
seeing everyone tomorrow.
Your obedient slave
casper
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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To:
Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject:
RE Molly
Boy
I can’t imagine why you are looking
forward to getting messed up, but I’m glad you are.
Be
gentle with my girls and obey them gladly. I have also asked for Sue
to get a chance to bathe you, so I expect that to happen before they
leave.
Don’t misuse those books I sent you, they weren’t
gifts, they were to help prevent me getting bored of your
stories.
Jim
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From:
Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject:
Aunt Laura’s visit
Hi sir
Aunt Laura, Tilly
and Sue arrived OK last night, I’m sure you already know that
though.
I was really embarrassed when they first arrived,
they've never seen me naked before, and Tilly found it hard not to
stare, but it was sweet, we all adapted. Everyone hugged, no one
seemed sure if they should hug me or not, but once aunt Laura pulled
me in then so did the girls. I still felt utterly humiliated,
especially when their clothes brushed against my peenie, it was such
a reminder of my new status and nudity.
It was all a bit
emotional but I continued with my duties after. I served everyone
dinner and drinks, and by mid evening I was treated like a puppy
again as they each wanted me to sit in front of them leaning against
their legs so they could stroke my head and shoulders. Tilly joined
me on the floor cuddling up to me. No one asked me for anything after
this started. It was lovely. I hope my mistress doesn’t punish me
later for it though, I was following orders from the girls to stay on
the floor.
Mistress Carrie gave me a quick bath and then
put me to bed.
I think they had lots to talk about when I
had gone to bed, possibly regarding my status and what will happen to
me. I was sleeping on the floor in the utility room so I could hear
their voices but not really what they were saying, I heard CC a lot
though. I hope I won’t get sold, I’m trying really hard to be
good, but dad hasn’t said he sent any papers yet.
Today
I served breakfast and cleared up then had mine. It was quite a
relaxed day, there was lots of talking and catching up. I served
morning tea in the garden and continued with all my duties. Mistress
Carrie told everyone what happened on holiday, they all laughed a lot
about the things they did. I guess aunty Laura has seen the emails I
sent you because she asked lots of detailed questions about things
that Carrie hadn’t talked about. This unedited story from mistress
Carrie was now very different to the one she told Molly. It was very
hard for me to hear, I could feel tingling up the back of my neck and
started to find myself feeling upset, sad and a little angry at what
had happened to me. The girls have now not only seen me naked but
heard all the humiliating details of what I was forced to do in
public and private in Clandu. Aunty Laura also questioned me on a
couple of points, they were really humiliating ones and I had
difficulty stopping my voice cracking as I answered, eventhough they
were very short sentences it was excruciating.
Tilly
stood next to me and squeezed my hand then, I think to save me, asked
me to play ball with her. Aunt Laura said that I don’t do that
anymore but that Tilly can ride me like a horse if she liked. When
Tilly said she was too old for that Carrie suggested that she take to
two girls to the mall while I do my housework and leave mum and Laura
to chat. I think Carrie was as desperate to get away from the holiday
questions as I was to stop hearing the answers.
The girls
returned shortly before dinner which I served in the garden as it was
a nice day, and as usual I had mine quickly once I’d cleared all
theirs away.
Tonight’s bath was more embarrassing for me
though as little Tilly bathed me. Laura,Sue and mum came in to watch
as well which made it worse, but hearing them chatting was nice and
soothing. Carrie ran Tilly through each step and she seemed to follow
everything very well. I guess this was the home sciences you were
talking about. She was very gentle and very considerate.
Your obedient slave
casper
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