Little Sister's Slave

Little Sister's Slave 7

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From: From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE School

Sir

I had my breakfast at 6.30 so I could shower before getting Carrie's ready for 7.30 as instructed. This was to allow her to attend her meeting with the headmistress before school started.

When Carrie had finished and I had washed up she told me to get dressed. She saw my repaired haircut and was not at all happy that Dad had fixed it.

I have washed and pressed my uniform to within an inch of its life. These are the first clothes I have been allowed to wear in over 2 weeks and they feel amazing. I could easily pass off as normal boy except for the metal collar.

I used to hate this uniform with the silly gold piping around the jumper collar and cuffs, but now it's my favorite possession. I’ll feel cozy, protected, private! Let's face it, these are the only clothes I now own.

Mum dropped us off at school and I was instructed to wait on a chair outside the headmistress’ office while Carrie discusses my fate with her and a couple of governors. I can see my reflection in the opposite corridor window. I look great in clothes, and remove a couple of bits of fluff. I am now perfectly presented and ready to face the school as a dignified slave. I think Tilly's conditioning did help a bit, I feel stronger and slightly detached.

When Carrie finally left the office she instructed me to wait in the wings of the stage as a special assembly will be called at 9 o'clock. I am not to leave that spot or speak to anyone.

At 9 o'clock I hear people filing into the assembly hall. The usual excited murmurs as to why are we having a special assembly. The headmistress eventually stands up and calls for quiet and calm and the whole Room becomes silent, she looks around and starts to discuss slavery.

She explains that another pupil has now brought a slave of their own to the school which is going to be a new experience to most as personal slaves are still a rarity in this country. She then asks Carrie to lead in her slave. I’m led to the centre front of the stage with my hands on my head to a cacophony of whispers "oh my god, that's Scott Jenkins” I clearly heard from a couple of directions, nicely I heard some cooing, and also “Thats her brother!” from one shocked attendee. I look at the sea of faces. This is a ‘special’ assembly, the whole school is crammed into the hall. I saw some of my old friends and extended a gentle nod and smile from my now celebrity status on the stage. Then the head spoke.

I don’t normally pay much attention in assembly, but this speech has etched into my brain.
“Those of you who have been at this school for a while will be familiar with E2, which belongs to Lucy Dorridge. This will be a reminder to you all, but something I impress upon all our newcomers” She said, now looking directly at the freshers. “I will make this clear. E2 is Lucy’s property. This Slave shadows Lucy in all her classes, so is never far from its owner. You will not address the slave directly, or give it tasks and requests. If you wish to borrow the slave speak to its owner. Think of this slave like Lucy’s bike. You would always ask her permission before using it. This is the standard rule of property ownership agreed between individuals for hundreds of years, This is the same with her slave.”

She paused and then looked over at me. “This is the new slave, which answers to the name Casper. Some of you may already be acquainted with this slave, as it used to be a free pupil of this school.” She continued. “The exact reasons why it is now before us as a slave are of nobody’s concern. The important thing is that this is a slave. It is not a pet and not a buddy.” That kind of hurt. I saw some faces drop as they looked at me. “The free boy some of you may previously have been acquainted with no longer exists, for the sake of this slave’s transition into its new life of servitude, you will NEVER use its pre-slavery name, which is now struck from our records.”

She then opened an arm out to Carrie “This is Carrie Jenkins, she is the primary owner of this slave” Carrie stepped forward and nodded. “Jenny and Doug Williams, please stand up” They shuffled and stood, looking smugly around as the room murmured. “These are its secondary masters. Please sit down, All owners of this slave are wearing a purple square badge” She then nodded to a couple of prefects stationed on the stage who came over and stood on each side of me. “Due to the unusual previous relationship between the slave and its owning family, Carrie's parents have requested that rather than the slave servicing its owner Carrie continuously throughout the day, it will pursue its own education trajectory a few years above those of its owners.”

She paused for effect then continued “This means that the slave will be apart from its owners for a large part of the day, and as a slave must be constantly managed we must invoke the ECSO protocols from the Supplication and Servitude act 2019. Those of you in year 11 may recall that this stands for Enclosed Community Shared Ownership. This school is an enclosed community. Outside the school gates is not an enclosed community. This means that when on school property and not in the presence of its primary or secondary owners, this slave is answerable to anyone in our enclosed community. That means you.”

I swallowed hard, the enormity of my predicament was now slowly coming to light, and looking at the sea of now very broad smiles its dawned on them too. E2 had it easy, he serves Lucy and only Lucy, I have to serve everyone?.

The headmistress then nodded to the prefects who manipulated my arms out leaving me in a crucifix position, then each revealed a pair of scissor. As the head continued, they slowly ran the scissors up the arms of my jumper, slicing the sleeves open.

"As you will all have proxy ownership rights over this slave we feared that your young curious minds will cause this slave to lose parts of its uniform periodically. This could cause excessive punishments to this slave for not complying with the uniform policy which wouldn't be fair. For this reason the board of governors and myself have all agreed with its owner to unburden this slave of adherence to the uniform policy thus simplifying its ability to serve”

I couldn’t believe it. The headmistress was scared the kids would order me to strip and so lose my uniform and get expelled for not being properly dressed. So why not just tell them not to strip me, don’t strip me yourself!!

“When giving this slave an order, be clear and concise. The slave must address you as either sir or madam. "

The prefects had now completed running the blades up the sides of my jumper and ripped it off. There were a few gasps as they moved on to repeat the process with my shirt.

“When the slave is moving in the corridors, assume it is running an errand, so do not hinder its progress. If you encounter the slave in any other area of the school it must obey any reasonable command you give it”

This was met with excited murmuring. The atmosphere in the hall was raising, I could feel the electricity pouring off the excited students.

With my shirt now removed the prefects started to slice down the sides of my immaculately ironed trousers. This is nothing like the villages of Clandu where I didn’t know anyone. This is my school, I’ve grown up with these people most of my life. I was senior to most of them too. I’m now supplicant to everyone. They tear the remains of my trousers off leaving me in my briefs with a nervous semi-erection pushing at the fabric.

“Although you may command this slave while you are within the school, our enclosed community, punishments may only be meted out by the owner or sub-owners. This is in accordance with ECSO…..That means you may NOT punish this slave, or cause any lasting damage or change! Something that lasts longer than a day is long-lasting!” She then continued
“Report misdemeanors to the school office and we will arrange punishment sessions during morning assembly”

My humiliation has now morphed into pure panic, I have a loud ringing in my ears and my neck is tingling. The Prefects look over at the headmistress, I follow their gaze, the head looks over at Carrie. Carrie nods, the headmistress nods, and with a single cut each to the waistband of my briefs I am left naked. The room erupts in loud gasps and murmurs. The headmistress pauses a while, then with 1 hand calms the room and carries on babbling.

I now can’t hear anything over the stress-ringing in my ears. Tears of humiliation are freely flowing down my face, I look at Carrie, she is emotionless. This is all her idea I know it.

In this room was the whole school. Everyone crammed into this space to witness my utter humiliation. Upperclassmen and teachers standing round the edges, freshers sitting cross legged on the floor, fresh faced and scared for their first days in this school. Everyone else seated in perfect rows in the middle. Normally a couple of year groups assemble at a time. This is everyone, the entire school. Everyone! and I’m naked and exposed for all to see. 700 packaged secrets all wrapped up safely cocooned in their matching clothes, uniforms hiding their bodies, guarding the most intimate secrets of their privates. Their Privates! I have no privates now, mine are public. I have no secrets I’m bare in all senses. The intensity of their stares is crushing. Hopefully soon I’ll be off the stage and maybe find somewhere to hide, just numb it out until then. I can hear sniggers, I assume at my semi erection. That's another secret out of my bag, and school has only been in session for 30 minutes.

My hands are placed back behind my head as I stand for what feels like an eternity under the gaze of 700 pairs of eyes all resting on my naked and now fully erect penis. Thankfully its a good size, I hope it intimidates some people.

I don’t know why I tortured myself, but I ventured another glance at the room. I look again at other year 12s, my new year, the group I’ve grown up with. I hope I can count on my friends to shield me. I’m more familiar with my year group, so that piles on the embarrassment, but I may be able to use my dare strategy to ride it out better with them. I have quite a few enemies though and they are going to seriously capitalise on this.

The most senior year has bullied and humiliated us our whole school life, its just the cycle of things, so this will just be an intense extension of that.

My feelings of utter humiliation comes from baring all, and being subordinate to all the lower year groups. I should be senior to them, they should be looking up to me, but I’ll be supplicant to these little wieners, their every fresher week humiliation and frustration will doubtless be rehashed and played out on me countless times! Of course I did a bit of bullying the last couple of years, who doesn’t, that's what moving up years is all about. Moving up the ranks of superiority. Its like snakes and ladders, only I just landed on a snake. In just 30 minutes I’ve gone from nearly top dog to litter runt, lowest of the low. They’ll all be after revenge no doubt.

I tune back into the headmistress probably at the wrong moment. “To relieve the slave of onerous repetitive orders I will now instruct it to perform what I expect you will all most want to see. I’m showing you this in an attempt to curb your curiosity and give the slave some respite during the days….…...Slave, masterbate to conclusion” She said, the room again erupting in much louder murmurs, whistles and oooooh’s.

Did I hear that right? I’ve got to stand here and masterbate for the baying crowd. “Slave, cum now to reduce the number of orders you’ll be given later on by the students, this is for your own sake” They probably never thought of ordering me to do this, but thanks for giving them the heads up ma’am! Way to go with the advertisement, maybe you’ll like me to kneel down so you can park a bike in my arse crack next!

I’m like a rabbit in headlights, but I have 2 choices; Either refuse, get paddled and then have to perform anyway, or lose my dignity in the most dignified way I can, I reluctantly take my peenie in my hand and start shuffling. I’ve straightened my back too, kind of a dignified wank. Hopefully you’ll be pleased I chose the second option uncle Jim.

The headmistress starts to talk again “For those of you in the lower years, this activity and its outcomes will be explained to you in sex education a little later in the term, but as it has been necessary to show this today, your sex-ed lessons will be brought forward, where you may get a closer look at a live model.”

I’m pulling at it, trying to ignore her but the hardness from earlier has gone, probably all the shocking revelations, or the painful tiger stripes on it from Tilly’s caning yesterday. I can’t pull it to a full erection let alone cum for the crowd with her prattling on and the pain. I didn’t want to cum, but this failure is even more humiliating.

The head continues to explain that I will be provided with a loin cloth for hygiene reasons, so if any student needs to remove it, give it back when they are finished so the school furniture is protected from me. It's a bit of modesty at least I guess, but with the advertisement that anyone can remove it at will, I’ll no longer have the benefit of getting used to nudity. Each stripping will be a fresh humiliation.

I try for 5 pitiful minutes and eventually get hard while she drones on about the new freshers and the exciting times they’ll have, and not to be too disheartened if older kids pull pranks on them in the first week as is traditional, but after the first week they should report it bla bla bla.

I closed my eyes and thought about Kelly Green, my crush from last year, the one I fought over, it seems to be working, but not quite. I can hear unsettled bored shuffling and muttering. In an attempt to block them out my mind wandered to recent thoughts, cuddling Doug in his bed in Clandu, playing with each others dicks in bed, it fades into the bath we shared together, washing each other. Yurgen! My chest puffs, Yurgen! my toes curl, then there it is….. I clench my buttocks and cum, aaaaaarghhh, as 5 or 6 milky projectiles fire out. Theres a bit of cheering from the deeper voices, then oooohs, a scream, an angry loud ‘Oi’ followed by laughter. I open my eyes to see my cum had projected off the stage and landed on one of the fresher’s heads, with a glob dripping down his face, and blobs on his shirt and legs. I’m exhausted, depleted and utterly shamed, but I couldn’t help congratulating myself on my targeting and fighting off a small smile.

As the assembly files out of the hall, seniors first, I am left on show with a limp dribbling cock and hands back on my head.

When everybody had left the headmistress walked out without saying anything to me at all, not even a well done. Carrie gave me my ‘loin cloth’ its basically a tea towel with a bit of string at one end. I can use it to cover my cock, but if I need to sit on a chair I have to turn it round exposing myself as I sit on the fabric. I guess it's something. The prefect who stripped my left side, laid a hand on my shoulder and apologised for stripping me. I’ve known him my whole school life, always in the year above. A real gentle boy. I gave him a small smile and nodded a kind of forgiveness to him, not that forgiving is power I have to give, but he seemed to understand and took my loincloth tying a bow in it round my waist.

I got to my first lesson OK, Carrie walked me here before going to her own. The corridors were empty anyway as the lessons had already started by the time we got out of the hall and I was given a refresher of my orders and my new timetable by the school office.

I’m writing this in my first lesson, IT. We have to write an email to someone about something that happened recently. So I’m killing 2 birds with one stone, kind of apt really, I wonder if I’ll have to read it out. My new mail account has been configured to allow me to email only you, so I can access it anywhere.

I hope Sue is OK, and everyone else.

slave

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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: RE School

Boy

Laura, Tilly and Sue are all fine, its not only Sue living here with me you know.

I’m toying with sending Sue down to you for a visit one weekend, I think she could do with some lessons in how to manage a slave properly too, maybe we’ll wait for your hair to grow back the way you like it first. Little Tilly has set a reasonable standard of conditioning and one for her older sister to reach.

It sounds like a good start to your school day, your headmistress is obviously looking out for you, getting you to show the students what they want to see in the hope that they won’t need to ask you again was very good of her.

You must be especially good for mistress Carrie. She didn’t have to talk the headmistress into allowing you to go naked at school. She’s being very considerate of you, imagine how difficult it would have been to maintain your school uniform with all the orders to remove it from the other 700 kids. I bet they’re jealous that you don’t have to wear a uniform. Its also less ironing for you to do in the evenings.

I think you are very lucky being allowed to pursue your own school career, don’t fuck it up boy.

Mr. Jenkins
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