Little Sister's Slave 6
By Xhumil
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Copyright 2021 by Xhumil, all rights reserved
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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To:
Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject:
Aunt Laura’s visit
Boy
Nothing will happen
to you as long as you obey your owners. Keep me
posted
Jim
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From:
Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject:
Aunt Laura’s visit
Sir
Today, just after I
served breakfast, aunt Laura told me to take a shower then serve tea
in the garden. As I‘m not allowed to close the bathroom door
I
chatted to Tilly who sat on the toilet seat as I took my shower.
Again I was allowed to answer all her questions, but not initiate any
conversation. She was more innocent and asked much harder questions,
like whats it like to be a slave, and do I miss being Scott, and will
I ever be able to play with her again. She noticed I’d become
disturbed while I thought of her questions, I tried to give positive
answers but she saw right through the pain. She realised her mistake
and asked me to turn the shower off so she could practice soaping me.
I think she likes doing that, but I think it was also her way to just
connect without the voices and soothe me, it's nice being asked to do
things rather than bsing ordered. She left and went back downstairs
as I rinsed and dried myself.
As I took tea out Laura was
talking to Tilly, Carrie and Sue about biology. Sue looked bored and
uncomfortable, but Laura continued the lesson.
When I had
served tea Laura told me to stand in front of the girls. Sue was to
help Carrie and Tilly to write and draw on my body key items such as
heart, lungs, liver, stomach, intestines, rectum, testicles, scrotum,
prostate, penis, Glans, foreskin. I haven’t remembered the
list,
its still on me, the pen was stronger than the bath. There's stuff on
my back too, but I can’t see them.
Laura said they
did pretty well, prostate and rectum were hard, Sue pulled my bottom
cheeks open so she could draw round and write rectum, and then my
legs were spread as I lay on my back so they could write Prostate.
They drew little balls on my ball sack and wrote testicles above
them. They had trouble with writing glans and foreskin, but they knew
where they were, Laura said they might be able to write it later.
Laura then asked them to measure the length and
circumference of my penis and explained to Till what was happening at
my bath last night. Why it grows,and what causes it. I was instructed
to masterbate to get it big. Laura explained about the blood pumping
and I was told to stop once it was as hard as I could get it. Laura
asked Tilly to re-measure it and compare that with the soft
measurements. Then see if she could write glans and foreskin on. It
was still a struggle for both words but she abbreviated foreskin.
It
was really interesting uncle Jim, I learned loads. I then had to
carry on until I squirted. Laura was explaining where the sperm comes
from, how its mixed with fluid, then what its job is when its fired
out. This was far more uncomfortable than last night’s bath,
I was
basically wanking in front of my cousins. Eventually, I tensed up and
came, it spurted about 6 times, Tilly couldn’t believe it and
said
she wished she was a boy. It was like some kind of superpower to her.
I think Sue has seen it before somehow. Anyway, hopefully they
learned a lot from it.
Sue was in charge of my bath this
evening. We had fun, they all still talked babyish to me because
thats what mistress Carrie likes. She washed me all over and then
Tilly wanted another go, so she washed me again, saying the name of
each piece she washed. The girls had also bought me some presents for
helping them which was really nice. I havent had presents yet as a
slave. They bought me a duck and a toy boat which was really sweet.
Sue made put-put noises as the duck swam in the bath, like it was a
boatm then I decided that the boat should have more of a farty noise.
It meant I could blow raspberries and blow spittle at everyone while
I did it. Sue thought this was great fun, as they both joined in
blowing raspberries. Then sue stopped and said theres an enemy
submarine in the bath, she could see its periscope. Sorry uncle Jim,
I got hard again, i didn’t mean anything by it, I was just
embarrassed again. Anyway, she forced my hard willy down with her
finger to make a torpedo then made me slide forward in the bath so we
could shoot the boat. Tilly had a go too and we shot the duck. It was
still embarrassing, but loads of fun.
Cas
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From:
Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To:
Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject:
Aunt Laura’s visit
Boy
I hope you are not
implying that Sue has done anything improper with boys. If so then
you need to ask your mistress for a punishment.
I’ve
asked Laura to talk to Tilly, she needs to learn how to properly
handle a slave or she will flunk her domestic sciences. I
don’t
want you getting her into bad practice either.
I’m glad
you all learned something. Maybe mistress Carrie will recreate this
lesson in a show and tell at school using you as the model
again.
Its their last day tomorrow, so I expect to see
those Casper photos. If they look like they’ll forget you
will need
to find a way to remind them, even if you have to cover yourself in
the stuff.
Mr. J. Jenkins
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From:
Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject:
Aunt Laura’s visit
Sir
I’m sorry I wasn’t
implying Sue had improper relations. I meant maybe she saw sex
education programmes or something on TV.
They have just
left.
So, yesterday we went to the mall to take the
pictures you required. There's a model of Casper outside the mall to
advertise the new Casper film so we headed there. Lots happened
before we did that though. Laura wanted to buy Carrie a present for
letting the girls use me so we had to actually go inside the mall. I
was really nervous because its the weekend before school restarts so
it was very busy. I saw about 10 people from my year in school, and I
couldn’t say people didn’t notice me, I mean who
doesn’t notice
a naked boy?
I tried to keep the girls between my and
anyone I recognised hoping they wouldn’t see it was me, but
some
girls came over and wanted to talk. Carrie told them they
couldn’t
and pointed to my collar and explained I was no longer allowed to
talk. But she said they could hold my willy if they wanted, or spank
my bottom. They all did. That was horrible, some were in my class, by
the time they’d finished I had a red bottom and was fully
erect. In
the shopping mall too!
Aunt Laura took us to
Slave-Accessories so that Carrie could pick out some things to use on
me. Carrie asked the assistant if they could try some of the stuff
out on me. It turned out that the assistant was the owner, but said
it wasn’t possible due to hygiene. He said If things were
only
tried out on slaves it would be OK, but as there still
weren’t that
many slaves in the area a lot of people used the stuff on each other
for sex games, that's how he made his money.
Carrie was
very clever and told him he needed to get or employ a slave of his
own so that people coming into the shop could try things out on the
shop’s slave and the slave could then disinfect the demo
stock
before any more customers touched them. Before he could say anything
else she discussed how much she wanted to be paid for me to work in
the store every Saturday, and on top of demos he would be able to use
me to drum up business, walking naked round the shopping centre
wearing some of the stock, like the manacles. Even photoshoots. Which
I wasn't that pleased about.
He thought it was a great
idea and I was employed there and then, to start work the weekend
after school started. He also asked her if she wanted to be a sales
person but she said she was too young for the labour laws. So now
they tried a number of devices on me, and pushed a load of things
into me. Everything they used on me was put in a box for me to learn
to sterilise. Laura paid for some things to punish me and immobilise
me. I didn’t like any of them, but they were gifts for Carrie
so
none of my business.
The girls all went with Laura to get
more clothes, leaving me in the shop to learn how to sterilise the
stuff we’d tried. They were going to return in about half an
hour.
The owner was nice and showed me what to do, and also the sorts of
tasks I would have to do when I was working there. All of my pay
would go to Carrie as my owner, but some credits would be put into my
collar so I could buy food at lunchtimes.
When the girls
returned Carrie agreed the final arrangements for my employment and
we left the store. First we headed for the carpark to put all the
stuff bought into car and to get the eggs and flour. Having said I
was looking forward to this I was now dreading it. Hopefully with
enough mess on me no one else will recognise me. Quite a few people
have stopped and pointed me out to each other. I’m going to
start
next term with a few people having seen me naked now, it’s
going to
be very awkward.
Jenny and Doug met us at the Casper
statue and Carrie used her new manacles to fix my hands behind my
back, thankfully the casper statue is outside and most people are now
inside. There's still some people arriving and leaving, but it's less
public. To make it easier for Carrie and Tilly I was made to sit down
on the floor so they could reach me better. They shared out the egg
boxes then just let rip. I had loads of egg on me within seconds, I
could taste it in my mouth it was streaming into my eyes. Then Doug
called for them to stop and a load of flour was poured on. They
started again on the eggs, but slower this time, everyone having a go
at mixing their egg with the flour in my hair, Sue yelped when she
realised she couldn’t easily get the doughy blobs off her
hands, so
she wiped them on my back, but still came back with more egg and
flour. When they’d run out and all wiped their hands on any
cleanish skin of mine they could find, it was time for the photos. We
had drawn quite a crowd, I was desperately hoping there was enough
mixture on my face to hide who I was because I recognised many of
them. Especially as the girls and Doug all decided that the cleanest
part they could wipe their hands on was my willy which was now fully
erect as I stood next to the Casper statue. Aunt Tilly took a few
pics of just me and the statue, then loads with the girls and Doug.
Carrie also pulled some of her school friends into the picture which
was awful as they’ve been round our house so kind of knew me,
and
now seen me naked, hard and trashed.
We had fun, but I
wasn’t allowed to get in the car to go home, so it took me
about an
hour to walk. By the time I arrived the dough was pretty solid on me,
cooked by the sun.
I assumed you’d now spoken to Aunt
Laura at this point as she told me to get in the garden for
Tilly’s
final domestic sciences lesson. I bent over in the middle of the lawn
and Tilly paddled me. She didnt want to and complained her arm was
hurting after a while so she was given a rest while I served more
tea, by order of Tilly.
She was told to lead me round the
garden on my belly for a while then Carrie showed Tilly different
paddling techniques so her arm didn’t ache. As a treat Carrie
let
Tilly use the cane she’d bought in Clandu. Its the first time
I’d
been hit with it and it really hurt. Tilly ordered me into the house
to make more tea and bring biscuits. I think during this time she had
received more schooling, or just become more confident.
When
I returned there was a bucket of cold water on the lawn to
‘wash
the dough off me’ Tilly ordered me to kneel at it then pushed
my
head into it telling me not to move until ordered. I was completely
under and couldn’t breathe. She sprayed my body with the
highest
jet setting of the hose. When she got to my peenie, balls and bottom
it was agony. She moved my hands to demonstrate holding my bum cheeks
open as she fired it in. At last the hose agony stopped, but I was
still left in the bucket running out of air. I was determined to help
her show she was in control, and well...she was. I sensed her
returning, but my relief of breath was premature as she rained down a
number of excruciating spanks with the cane on my wet backside, legs
and back. The shock made me gulp and choke. I fell over and out of
the bucket choking and gasping for air. She told me she hadn't said I
could come out and to get up, but I couldn’t move fast
enough, I
was still choking, so she thrashed me again. It hurts so much across
the legs. As I was unable to comply in good time she had me lay down
and stand up, each time I failed to meet her expected times, each
time she hit me with the cane. After a few goes the cane had moved to
my front, each agonising slice hit my stomach, my thighs, and then
for the rest of the exercise my peenie. It was on fire by the end, 5
or so red welts across my shaft. She ordered me to pour more tea and
sat and drank with the others while they watched me attempt to wash
the dough out of my hair and off my body using the cold water. Every
time she clapped I was to stand up. Every time I failed the time
limit and was swiped again across my front.
The dough was
really hard to shift, it had dried in the sun and was clinging to my
hair, and the cold water didn't help. She called me over and very
roughly pulled at dough balls which really hurt. Then, producing a
pair of scissors she cut my hair off!
Sue tried to stop
her with reasoning but it was clear she was powerless during Aunt
Laura's lesson. Sue kept saying that I'd been good and didn't deserve
any of this, and a demonstration didn't need such brutality or long
term humiliation. She was overruled.
The one last piece of
me left that I could be proud of, robbed by my sweet little cousin.
She roughly cut at my hair leaving it in clumps. “There, that
will
teach you to complete a task to satisfaction” I caught my
reflection in the kitchen window. I felt like something left me at
that point, I was now numb, detached, defeated, I couldn't even cry.
I’ve been so good, and Tilly took the one thing that
was keeping me sane. The most brutal humiliation served to me yet was
by the sweetest girl I’ve ever known. My lovely little Tilly
has
now grown up and become a fearsome cold mistress and reduced me to my
lowest point ever. I sat on the floor, hugged my legs and switched
off.
I shall have to start school with my hair carved up.
From excitement of tomorrow I’m now dreading my first day
back. How
will Doug treat me now?
I heard Sue saying it never should
have gone this far. Laura made noises that sounded like she wished it
hadn't. Surely the masters needs to be in control of themselves
before they can control the slave?
I'm so stupid, all this
talk of letting Tilly and Sue do what they needed to me was rubbish!
My body was never mine to give! From the minute they stepped in the
house it belonged to them, and theirs for the taking.
Carrie
said the conditioning isn't complete until its softened allowing me
to imprint back on the mistress. Where does she learn this stuff?
They went into the house and soon after I was led up to the bath.
Carrie watched while mistress Tilly bathed me in a cool
bath which calmed the cane welts on my body somewhat. My dick was
still sore and felt heavily bruised. She did all the baby talk
kissing and hugging but I was too far retracted to respond. She
washed what was left of my hair in warm water and combed the dough
balls out with a comb. It was pretty easy in the end.
Have
I upset you all? I was so good and obedient and did everything
ordered. I didn't deserve such a brutal
punishment.
Obediently
slave
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From:
Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To:
Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject:
Aunt Laura’s visit
slave
If its any comfort
your smiles in the Casper pics are the broadest I've seen on you in 3
years. You must have enjoyed yourself.
Your hair will grow
back in 4 weeks, stop moaning. I told you it could be taken away and
it just has, now lets stop all this nonsense about your bloody
hair!
The girls have been back for an hour. They
enjoyed their visit. They all agreed what a wonderful job Carrie has
been doing with you.
Hopefully Tilly has taught you that
obedience is obedience, not just playing a game till the next time
you can prey on the weak to get sympathy. We are all very proud of
her, she is finally growing up.
Do not impose questions
like that on me again.
Mr. J. Jenkins
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From:
Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject:
Aunt Laura’s visit
Bad things happen to me when I talk
to you.
Good bye
C
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From:
Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To:
Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject:
Aunt Laura’s visit
Look boy, school may not be quite as
you imagined it tomorrow, children can be very cruel.
We needed
to curb your excitement and harden you up. A bit of numbness in you
will help, trust me.
I agree you had been good and didn't
deserve such a conditioning, but Tilly is young and did what she
thought was expected, and maybe got carried away. But as a slave you
must expect any treatment your mistresses want to give.
If
its any consolation Tilly hasn't stopped crying since they all got
back 4 hours ago, she doesn't know what happened in her. Look boy,
you two have always been so close, I think her intensity of feeling
for you spilled out adversely love=brutality. She’s young and
learning emotions. You will be civil and obedient next time you see
her or I will repeat it on you myself.
Look, I get that
things are now strained, but for your own sake you need to keep
talking to me. You have no one else to share this with anyway. Please
don't make me involve your mistress with punishment. I’ve
asked her
to monitor your next few messages to ensure you are not missing
anything.
Jim
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From:
Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject:
Aunt Laura’s visit
Sir
Fine!
As
they all said goodbye Sue hugged me. It meant the world.
Tilly
kissed me too. She told me she wanted me at her party next
month.
Great! I get to be Performing pony again! I don't want to
be there, but it's not my choice and never will be.
Laura
also hugged me and then they left. The softening didn't help me
today, I stood to attention through all the hugs, I was stuck inside
me, I couldn't reciprocate.
After the girls had left I was
allowed some quiet time. I cried a lot. Being re-conditioned by Tilly
was a bitterly hard experience, I haven’t cried since the
Clandu
conditioning. The fact that it was little Tilly that did this to me
was the most painful thing. She allowed me to feel a loved part of
the family again in the shower the day before, but now, having
stripped it away, I felt more isolated than ever.
I'd
been so good and should have been happy when they left. I was just
happy that they'd left.
People don't really know what
putting a slave in their place means. 2 weeks ago I would have agreed
something about social order and stuff like that. Really its nothing
to do with social order.
When I was a free boy I inhabited
this body fully. I was so large in it I spilled over the edges and
inhabited others, exerting minor control, influence and coercion to
those around me.
Since becoming a slave I've noticed a
shrinkage and retreat. I guess that's my ego reducing with each
humiliation, punishment and conditioning. I no longer take up the
whole of this body.
After Tilly's conditioning I feel
like I live in a tiny driving position. My role seems to be to
deliver this body from one humiliating encounter to the next. All the
time watching the horrors meted out to it from some 3rd party
viewpoint. Like watching a car crash I see every painful detail and
embarrassing blow but can't look away. Worse still, although I,m
small in here, the feelings are currently amplified.
I
hope one day my pain and Humiliation responses diminish too so I
don't feel anything.
To take my mind off my cousins I laid
my uniform out on the bed and checked it was ironed properly, ready
for tomorrow.
My first clothes in just over 2 weeks, I
can’t believe I was excited about putting my uniform on. I
brushed
some fluff off the jumper and trousers and laid them out again. I
could test them now. Just put them on and feel fabric on my skin
again, a thin barrier against the world.
There was a
single pair of briefs with the set. I thought of slipping them on and
trying out the shirt. It was forbidden for me to wear clothes of
course, but it would only be for seconds. I deserved a little
rebellion, all my good behaviour has come to nothing! As always the
taboo was exciting. I felt a rush, I was growing inside myself again.
Just then a cold, sobering realisation hit me…..I was fully
erect
thinking of my school uniform! For fuck sake!
I gave
myself a slap and a reality check. Thats when I spotted my destroyed
hair again reflected in the window. I couldn’t go to school
like
this, it looked like I’d been mauled by a dog. I took the
hair
clippers downstairs to see if I could have it fixed.
I
took up my request-position in front of Carrie with the hair clippers
between my hands, forehead pressed so hard on the floor the carpet
burned my forehead. She just slapped me and sent me to bed. I guessed
you'd spoken to her too.
I had to sleep by the washing
machine that night again for being so presumptuous about the
clippers. Its school tomorrow, I’m not ready for it now.
Before
I got up dad explained to me that he’d been in contact with
the
headmistress about my return to school under my new status of slave,
and has pulled in some favours with a couple of the governors to
allow me to continue in my own year, rather than dropping back a
couple of years to tend to my owner Carrie. Carrie has agreed that
this is a workable plan, and will discuss further with the
headmistress on our return. Just before I left for bed dad warned me
that Jenny and Doug probably aren't the only pupils at the school
with parents working for Compliance Control, and I had to prove that
I was a properly conditioned slave to everyone to avoid confiscation.
My future depends on how I behave. I nodded compliance and went to
the utility room to my bed. I daren’t get pillows or a duvet,
I
just lay there under a sheet and my book-pillow.
Ok, the
situation isn’t perfect, but it is salvageable.
I’ll carry on at
school and pick up where I left off, this gives me access to all my
friends. I think I’ll just have to accept that mine and
Carrie’s
friends will see me naked if they come round to the house in the
evenings. I’ll have to be especially good to get
Carrie’s
approval to allow my friends into the house, but I’m sure I
can
earn it somehow. In the worst case, I may have to be a bit of a
hermit for a while, but it's only going to be for 2 months tops. I
could also hang with friends straight after school and just wear my
uniform everywhere, if Carrie isn’t there to make me strip
I’ll
be fine. Living in my uniform is a horrible idea, but under the
circumstances my only option.
While laying under my sheet
I heard terse voices from the lounge, but again couldn’t
really
make them out. I heard uniform, CC, self-respect, the rest was
indecipherable, then I heard Carrie’s bedroom door slam.
Shortly
after that dad came to me and hugged me close to him. Then he
produced the clippers and removed the rest of my chopped hair. By the
end it was a quite passable long crew cut. It actually felt quite
nice as it bristled under my hand, he even managed to keep the top a
bit longer than the sides and back. I looked at my reflection, and it
wasn’t what I was used to, but looked OK. I thanked him and
he
squeezed me, he didn’t punish me for speaking. I look more
like a
slave now than I have ever done. Dad lay next to me until I fell
asleep. He was sniffing a lot.
For our first day back at
school Carey had instructed me to have her breakfast ready for 07:30
As she has arranged a meeting with the headmistress before school
starts, regarding my slave status.
It's 06.30 now I'm
sending this before I shower and get Carrie's breakfast ready. I
assume I'm allowed to shower in the mornings, I have no idea,
I’ll
do it but just stay naked till I'm told to dress.
slave
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