Little Sister's Slave

Little Sister's Slave 9

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

Hi Sir
I thought my fast track freedom had arrived this morning. I collected the post and there was a letter to dad with the CC logo on. Its exactly the same as the emblem on my collar, so theres no mistaking it. I was so excited, I rushed it in and put it in front of dad and waited. I thought he was going to open is, hug me and get me dressed. Instead he left it propped against the jam. I had to leave him eventually so I could see to the coffee. When I returned he’d opened it but had torn it into small pieces and was looking angry. He said nothing.

So this is the first real week of school. All the hazing has finished on the freshers and they seem to be looking for revenge. As I’m seen as a senior but a now impotent one I’m the easy target for them all.

Monday I barely got out of the doors for first break when I was ordered on my knees, egged and creamed by a couple of freshers, by the time miss Carrie had spotted and shooed them away my loincloth was round my ankles and I was dripping with egg. Carrie ordered me to stay like it for the rest of the day for being stupid enough to get caught.

By the time Maths was over, the egg had crisped up and the cream was starting to smell a bit cheesy. I waited outside geography and endured a smug look from Wedgie-boy as he walked to his next lesson. I feel like he’s going to be trouble.

Uncle Jim, I’m going to stop calling my dick a peenie when I email you. Miss Carrie still wants me to call it that, but I only have to do it in her presence, so for you I’ll call it what it is, and mine is too big to be a peenie now!

As is customary I had to wait at the front of the class for all the students to sit down before I was allowed to take a seat and sit, although 2-Poles wouldn’t let me go to my place. He said I was too much of a state and would have to do the lesson standing at the front. He even took my loincloth off and put it on his desk.

I stood naked in front of my geography class with my hands sticking to the eggy creamy mess on my head while 2-Poles banged on about rivers in Kenya, Like we’re ever going to need to know about them! Then it happened. Someone made a fart noise, he blew a raspberry as loud as he could.
“Who was that?” 2-Poles Granger demanded. no answer. Mr. Granger roughly bent me over to touch my toes and Thwack, Thwack, Thwack. “I’m appealing to your humanity here. Whoever made the noise stand up or the whipping boy gets more” 2-Poles clearly doesn’t understand adolescents. A few seconds passed and Thwack, thwack, thwack. Obviously the noise was from Bamber, and as much as I dislike him, I couldn’t fault his reason to keep quiet. If was asked to ‘do this’ or he gets hit, I was never going to do ‘it’ whatever it is, I’d just watch and claim the prize.
2-Poles threatened that if there were any more outbursts he would repeat the paddling and continued with his river list. I settled in for a long lesson naked and touching my toes, resigned to my painful fate. Bamber, being as stupid as he is, made another noise to get me hit again, but without even turning round 2-Poles just sent Bamber out of the class. I didn’t get hit again, but I do wonder if Granger knew it was Bamber all along was the paddling just for his own enjoyment?
I wish I was better at Geography as then I’d be with a cleverer class, not these fuckwhits, and certainly not in a class with Bamber.

The rest of the day kind of slipped by, I mean it was massively humiliating as always , but I’m starting to find it a little bit exciting in the halls now, having so little on, but the downside of that is my erection frequency is increasing and that tea towel is crap at hiding it. That in itself is starting to get exciting, having a boner in the halls. It's humiliating but exciting. I think the humiliation feeds the excitement, not sure.

We have Geography again on a Tuesday so I endured those idiots again just after lunch. I'd managed to keep clean as well so far though, which was a big bonus for me.

Granger opened the door at the start of the class and entered and stood by the door, hands on head, loincloth ready for sitting and endured a multitude of cock and ball tweaks and taps while the others filed in. I must remember to get there late and stand at the back of the queue next time.
Once everyone was seated I made for mine but Cindy Grange wouldn’t allow me to sit down with my boner “Like that”. I don’t know why, last week she couldn’t keep her hands off it in the lesson. Well I do know why, it was obvious when she said “Can’t you make him put it down sir?” She’s not stupid, well she is, thats why she’s in this class, but I mean she knows her way around a male body. Not just one, rumours are she’s the reason why the football team keeps losing as she wears them out in the changing room before they play. It seems a bit of a far-fetched rumour I know, but this is school so it's truth as far as I’m concerned. Anyway, she knows a boner can’t be dropped at will.
“Very well” 2-Poles said resignedly “rub it out boy, then we can get on with the lesson” pointing to my crotch. I was slightly perplexed, standing at the front of the class, I grabbed hold, looking at his face for a clue that this was what he wanted, and sharted to hesitantly pump. “Hurry up boy, we haven’t got all day” this wasn’t what I expected to be doing in geography, and this really wasn’t my chosen audience for such a personal deed. Never the less, I’m 16 so the hormone factory was ready to explode without release and it didn’t take long thinking of Kelly, Yurgen and Doug to fire off a few spurts. I felt better until 2-Poles swatted my arse again to great amusement of the class. “Put it in your hand you dirty animal.” He hesitated, not knowing what to do about his now splattered floor “Get down and lick that up!” I spent a chunk of that lesson on my hands and knees licking the floor between the rows of desks. Class shouldn’t be as demeaning as this, I just want to be treated like a boy.

The one saving grace of the day, apart from staying clean, was I didn’t have to do homework club. Carrie had negotiated some extra work with Mrs.Berg next door, so she sent me straight home after school to see her. She needed a trench dug in her front garden for some kind of plumbing thing, I didn’t understand it. It was hard work, but really good exercise, I really enjoyed myself. There always seemed to be a knot of people on the street too, all watching the naked boy dig. It was embarrassing to start, but I felt like a celebrity by the end. I was allowed a couple of breaks, and she put me through my other exercises all in the front yard, then she made me stretch before hosing me off and sending me home.

Slave

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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: Denise Homework

Hi Sir

The rain Honked it down this morning. I like our climate here because it always stays the same and never gets cold, but when it rains, wow!! Did you get a lot of rain? Miss Carrie decided to still walk in, she put her big mac on and gave me a brolly to hold over her. We met up with master Doug and Miss Jenny who both had macs and brollys of their own. No one gave me their bags today, they didn’t want to risk them getting wet. That included Miss Carrie. I held the brolly as far as I could out to my left to keep her covered, which meant I not only got the rain on me, but also the brolly run-off. It wasn’t unpleasant, the rain was as warm as the air but I feel like I wasted time in the shower earlier. When we arrived I squeegied the water off my body as best I could before going inside. Then the sudden realisation hit me. Its Wednesday! Not only am I going to be paddled by other students, but I have to endure the whole ritual suppliant humiliation that goes with it.

I wish they’d do something about the application process for punishing me, both Bamber and Storring paddled me again in their assemblies. That's now every Wednesday they’ve paddled me since the start of term, no one checks with me if the claims are true or not, or even wonders if they are real claims. No one seems to be wondering why the same 2 people are up on that stage every week paddling my arse.

Well, thats just my gripe, and its really pissing me off. Have I ever told you about my friend Lukus? If I have it would have been years ago. I saw him again this evening. I wished I hadn’t but it was the first time in ages.

We used to be the bestest mates when we were about 8, he was like my brother, and his mum was like my mum. I used to knock on their door and as soon as it was opened I’d run through and straight up the stairs shouting hello to her as I was half way up. She would always chuckle and just close the door.

I spent a massive part of my childhood in their house saving the galaxy in Lukus’ bunk bed space ship. I think he only had bunk beds in his room so I could stay over.

We’d wage our galaxy quest for hours, they must have been a very polite enemy because they’d always pause the war when one of us popped out for the toilet, or his mum brought us milk. I remember running down the hall to their bathroom which seemed huge, the door was huge the toilet was huge, and I’d press my chest against the sink and lean across to the tape to wash my hands. Their house was pretty much the same size as ours, but at 8 everything was ginormous. Maybe in part because it wasn’t my house it all seemed bigger, but I knew every corner of that house, I even knew his sister’s room. Denise was 5, so she kind of didn’t really exist, she was just a thing that made noise and played with dolls. Sometimes we’d join her dollys tea party when we drank our milk. It was kind of fun and we were silly when we did it, it kept her happy and stopped her wanting to play with us, and then soon after our milk we’d be back hard at work saving the galaxy.

At weekends I would often be allowed to stay over, we’d have tea then his mum would run us a bath and we’d sit in it telling her all about our adventures. I bet none of it made sense but she was so nice, she’d ooh and ahh and oh dear in all the right places. She’d wash our hair, armpits and backs and tell us to finish washing our privates and rinse off before she came back to dry us off. We never really did, we’d duck under the water and realise there was some enemy sub disaster to deal with and off we’d go again before she came to wrap us in towels. Once dry we’d run naked back to Lukus’s room and get our PJs on.

We played for years, each year venturing further and further outside. And each year his mum appeared hotter and hotter. The shared baths and sleep overs eventually stopped, but I’d arrive and we’d play music or go out. I didn’t bust through the door any more, as the years went on I spent longer and longer at the threshold talking to his mum waiting for her to invite me in. Some of that time I was bright red from shyness, some of those times I’d picked her some flowers.

Lukus and I were brothers right into secondary school, we even hung from adjoining coat hooks by our hell week wedgies, and one by one Lukus’ mum washed the eggs and cream out of our hair at the kitchen sink. I struggled not to get a boner when I was with her in the closing stages of our brotherhood, but all things come to an end.

Secondary school is much bigger than any boy could imagine, and once there there are so many more people to hang with. Lukus never gave up on me, but I was changing, I needed to be with the cool kids, and Luke didn’t really grow the same as me. He joined a dungeons and dragons club and I went out and blew things up. I guess this choice on my part is the start of my slide into slavery. If I hadn’t had so much destructive fun would mum and dad have fought harder over keeping me free? Would they have filled in the freedom papers quicker?

I barely see Lukus now, we’re completely estranged. We must see each other in the halls, but I dont see or recognise him. We don’t even share any classes. I have wondered what he would make of my current position in the world hierarchy, and I wonder if he thinks it's well deserved. I was a prick, I wish we could have stayed 11 years old, but we couldn’t. 12 seems to be when it all changed. They talk about puberty, but 12 was my biggest jump in life.

I bet you’re wondering why I’m going on about something so long ago. Well, it's all about Denise. She grew up as we grew up, and she became friends with miss Carrie. They’re not best mates or anything, but they are friends. I was standing with them in first break when she asked miss Carrie if she could join homework club and they could meet at hers one evening. M. Carrie said yes, and they agreed she could host straight away.

So I found this out at first break and have been stressing the whole day since. I have to go back to that familiar house from my memories and meet Lukus’s mum again, but this time as a slave. Worst of all, Lukus will be there, we haven’t really spoken in 4 years since I did the dirty on him with the cool kids. He must have felt dumped, and I wish I could apologise to him, but I can’t speak. I’m not allowed. I’ll be the uber cool kid returning ‘home’ a failure, a nothing. This is the most stress I’ve had as a slave. Most things happen to me before I can process it. This has been playing in my imagination all day. And to cap it all the kids haven’t finished their hell week retribution, this is the third day I’ve been covered in cream. No eggs today, just cream. Is that a step up? I don’t know. I’ll be arriving at my childhood playhouse as a near adult, but naked, collared, dishevelled by the hands of freshers, and as it's Wednesday I have a red arse courtesy of Bamber and Storring from this morning's assemblies.

The walk to Denise’s house seemed to go on forever, I carried all their bags as usual like a packing mule, all still carefully placed to ensure my private’s fullest exposure. It wasn’t the bags that made the journey long though, it was the dread. Will Andy be smug about my rapid downfall? I knew the way like the back of my hand, I lived there for a massive portion of my life. I didn’t notice the cat calls and bibs today, I was in my own world. A couple of paddles across my arse woke me up in order to answer “Are you looking forward to seeing Denise’s mum again?”
I pondered that one and I just couldn’t think of an answer, I’d been pondering it all day, and it was the last thing I wanted in this state. I’d have loved to swing in there a total success and sweep her off my feet, but I’m not. I’m just a slave now, I am my little sister’s property. But I just said “Yes miss”
We turned the last corner and we were at the end of the drive. I didn’t realise I’d stopped dead but a tug on my lead let me know it and we continued up the drive and stopped at the front door.

Denise was fumbling in one of the bags on my back for her key as the door opened and there stood her mum smiling radiantly. One by one the girls passed over threshold and were introduced to her mum. The last girl entered “You know Carrie. And this is her slave Casper”
My heart was pounding, I wanted to run away, cry, jump off a cliff, jump on her mum. I don’t know what I wanted to do. Of course her mum recognised me, she practically brought me up, and Lukus and Denise would have told her everything over the last 2 weeks, my exploits are somewhat unusual so it wouldn’t have missed their teatime news roundup. I stepped forward and her soft lips warmly said “Hello Casper” and she laid a hand on my shoulder to accompany her consolation smile.
I nodded and said “hello ma’am” Standing in front of my first ever childhood crush with a naked and glistening boner and my hair smelling of gone off cream, the loser has returned.

We walk so slowly Lukus must have been there ages by the time we arrived. He surveyed me from the kitchen door. His eyes bore a hole through me, but he gave no indication of his feelings. I saw him and nodded, giving him an apologetic smile. I wished I could melt like the wicked witch and just get away, I didn’t even have Ruby slippers, I didn’t actually have shoes, I’ve been living in flip flops since the second day of term. Flip Flops and red painted toe nails!

I was ushered to the garden where I deposited all the bags and took drink orders to the kitchen where I was expected to find everything and serve.

It was awful puttering about their kitchen with Lukus’s mum watching me, all naked and messy. She tried to help me a couple of times which was nice but very awkward. She laid out all the things I needed and went back to the table with Lukus to just watched me.

As I was about to ferry the last set of drinks out to the garden she stopped me. “Come on, lets tidy you a little eh?” she said, and rinsed my hair under the tap to get rid of the cream. I felt less embarrassed now I was cleaner, but there was a weird erroticness about having that done by her over the kitchen sink.

I got another instant boner which Lukus made a point of drawing her attention to leaving me more embarrassed than when I was caked in cream. I must have gone scarlett red. She said it was OK and sent me out to the garden damp and fully erect, tapping my bottom as I left. As was customary, the girls accompanied my erection bouncing with the usual “boing, boing, boing” which Lukus’s mum heard, I saw her laughing through the kitchen window, Lulus standing next to her grinning. I felt so small in front of her, and so exposed. She has now seen everything I’ve got and in my most embarrassing state too, it's so emasculating just living to serve the girls.

I sat in a corner of the garden and finished my homework, then the girls called me over to help with theirs. It wasn’t sex education thankfully, but as usual while I stood answering their questions and trying to explain things they had my willy on the table and were stroking it and laughing at it. Eventually all the homework was done and Denise decided it was time for my bath, she didn’t even ask Carrie, she just announced it and they all agreed. It was barely 5 o-clock too.

Denise ran up and started the bath running, while washed up, then stood awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen with my hands on my head, surveyed by my childhood bestie and his mum, my first crush.

“Casper, bath’s ready” one of the girls shouted. Lulus gave me a smug ‘got you now’ grin and I made for the stairs. I must have given my most forlorn smile as my face just felt numb.

I reached up on the handrail and pulled myself up these horribly familiar stairs. They’ve shrunk enormously. I had flashbacks from a lower angle running full pelt up this mountain. No, barely a hill its taking me twice as long to ascend.

I lowered myself into a shallow bath in a remembered environment where I never thought I’d be again, let alone bathing. All the other girl’s houses are bad enough being completely alien places, but this familiarity was pretty disquieting.

Worse still Lukus and his mum both joined the girls to watch me get bathed like a toddler. Seeing his mum from this angle was incredibly jarring, the memories flooded back from when she used to bathe us. Lulus was obviously never on that side of the bath though, now he’s grown into one of the adults and I’m still the baby. It was mortifying.

The girls took ages to wash my hair and my upper body, then offered Lukus’s mum a go for memory’s sake. To my utter shame and unease she accepted and took over. She washed my upper body again and asked about the Cremboids, Lulus laughed really loudly and the girls looked at him for an explanation. We used to fight the Cremboids in our wars. It was a really jarring question which hit me with so many emotions. She had me stand and to my horror washed everything from the waste down, she really washed my willy thoroughly. Even as kids she never washed me from the waste down. No matter how hard I thought of dead cats I couldn't stop getting hard in her hands, and she was just soaping it up like its nothing special.

Lukus looked almost as uncomfortable as I did. M. Carrie held a conversation with Denise with my hard on separating them like a tennis net between them! I bet each of them looked to the other like they had a pink moustache. Here was me, 16 being washed by my mates mum who I had a major crush on when I was 10! I guess she just got caught up in the babying environment the girls had set up, she was talking to me as though I was far younger than when I used to stay.

She left the girls to rinse me down and play baby games with me. As they were getting me out to dry me off Lukus’s mum came back in and said she’s found some old clothes that might make me more comfortable. It wasn’t clothes… it was a baby bonnet and a dummy. To cap it all, after they put them on me they laid me down and took turns powdering my willy and then putting a towel on me as a nappy, blowing raspberries into my tummy as they changed me over and over. Everything watched by Lukus and his mum.

I spent the next hour crawling about on the lounge rug with heavily powdered privates cuddling a teddy bear going from one girl to the next. The nappy was soon removed and I was rolling about with my dick flopping around for everyone’s entertainment, being made to say goo goo, and ga ga.

Carrie took me home dressed in the bonnet and sucking the dummy, and stopped to chat with a couple of the neighbours on the way including Mrs. Berg who liked the dummy and said I looked very cute.

baby slave

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

baby slave

Well you keep complaining you want more clothes to wear, now you’ve got them you’re complaining again.

You must be the whiniest slave ever.

J

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

The day after Lukus’s Carrie made me go to school dressed in that bonnet and a towel nappy sucking that dummy. At least I was covered for a change, but wasn’t allowed to take it off from breakfast until the end of first break where Miss Carrie ritually stripped me.

I spent assembly and the first 2 lessons dressed like that. Yes I was covered, but I looked such a pratt, I wasn’t allowed to remove any of it and it was so tight around my waist I couldn't if I wanted. I needed the toilet by the end of the first lesson and made for a cubicle to try and release my willy. I couldn't. It was like an origami nightmare, releasing any part made it obvious I'd been tampering. The last thing I wanted was to be strung up on the fence and paddled by all Carrie's friends so I left well alone.
By the middle of the second lesson I was noticeably fidgeting.
At last first break! I was desperate and now walking with crooked knees. it had also become normal for people to squeeze my cheeks and googly-goo at me which all took time. Time my bladder didn't have! I was desperate to get to my mistress in the hope she would release me before the flood gates opened.

I saw them over on the mound and made my best efforts to get to them. The pressure was mounting but googly goo pauses were torture. I just needed to get there, lose the nappy then sprint to a toilet.
Half way there a very sweet girl stopped me for a coochi-coo, laughing with her friends. I was practically kneeling holding it in when one of them tickled my tummy. Oh god! The flood gates opened. I'm not sure if you've ever poured 400 gallons of piss into a towel uncle Jim but it's not pretty. The towel turned darker which was OK, and I thought I'd got away with it, but I was only a quarter of the way through my bladder. The girls stepped back and watched, I looked down and watched, it felt like everyone stopped and watched.

The dark patch just grew, it spread to the whole front of the towel, which was now starting to get heavy. About half a bladder down the front and bottom were fully soaked and a small stream had breached the fabric and now freely trickling onto the ground. It didn't even have the decency to trickle down my leg. The girls eeeeeew'd. Carrie's group eeeew'd.
By the time my bladder was empty there was an eerie silence apart from the splats of piss hitting the ground. Then the 10 tonne nappy played its trump card. The bottom flapped open releasing a puddle of pee which splatter on the ground and the waist departed my hips. Slowly the pissy towel sliding down to my knees. Not even my bladder-fuelled erection could hold it which popped up like a spring. The sweet girls, horrified, simply walked away in total silence. I pulled the nappy up as best I could and continued in silence to Carrie.

I endured the rest of the break playing baby, crawling and goo gooing in my heavy piss soaked nappy while the girls eeeew'd at it and tried not to touch. It was painfully discomfiting. Eventually Carrie laid me down on my back with everyone standing looking down on me and said “Time to change baby”
To exclamations of "Oh god!" From the chorus. She then undid the pins and opened it out, it slopped onto the ground either side of me. There was a grimmaced cheer, and I was suddenly exposed again. I’ve turned up for school naked for nearly 3 weeks, I’ve spent 3 saturdays working naked in the mall, but the act of becoming exposed is still a massive jolt to the system.

The sudden inrush of air, the intense free feeling, it's always just so overpowering. Moreso when my skin is damp with piss, the air on it is so much fresher. As soon as that towel was gone, I wanted to cover up with my hands. I didn’t of course, I’ve learned not to, so I lay there and the group were treated to my full cycle from soft to rock hard in about 30 seconds.

Carrie dragged the weighty towel from under me and as the bell rang she dropped it onto my face and my loincloth next to me. They all walked back to the building leaving me there exposed, damp, humiliated.

The rest of Thursday trundled away, I got dumped on in last break by freshers again, but thats almost routine now. I cheated the system a bit too, and risked a swirly to wash the gunk off my head. It was only eggs again, so pretty quick to clean up. Hopefully they’ll get bored of buying stuff just to plaster me in. Hopefully it will be soon.

Friday started well. Before the first break I share a lesson with Dan Spinks. As the lesson ended he took my loincloth off and said “you’re mine for break” We left and headed for the hill in the back yard. I was owned, Dan owned me, so no one could touch me, and outside we just hung out, it was nice. I’ve never really classed Dan as a ‘friend’, he’s always been a kind of class colleague, I’m not sure how I make the distinction, but there is one. After this though I think I’ll revisit why I class some people as friends and others as colleagues, and maybe make some changes.

Master Doug saw us together and didn’t make an effort to re-own me, he just waved and carried on with his mates. I think this may be the start of a new use of ownership for me, but felt a little pang of sadness that Doug wasn’t bothered.

Dan immediately told me to use free talk, its a weird formality, but it has caused a lot of offence and painful punishment when I’ve assumed I can talk when they didn’t want me to. I lay propped on my elbows and he sat next to me chatting. He looked at my dick a few times, which I guess I would have done sat next to a naked boy. He asked what being naked in school was like, and I told him that I’m getting used to it, but being the only one was humiliating and left me feeling very vulnerable. Although being a slave and at everyone’s mercy was the most vulnerable part of the scenario.
He asked me if I minded people touching me and I said sometimes its not nice especially if its a grab, but again I’m getting used to sharing my body with anyone. He finally asked if he could touch me. “I’m a slave Dan. You own me now while we’re together, I have no power to stop you, I’m yours”
“Yes, but would you actually mind?”
“Not for you Dan” I took his hand and laid it on my dick. “Thank you for asking, it means a lot to me. But I’ve had a lot of great experiences from not having a choice, so it's all here for you for the taking.” The physical contact didn’t go much further, I mean he stroked my dick and my chest and they rewarded him with a semi, but it was just super friendly contact.

It sounds odd now, less than 2 months ago this kind of contact would be classed as an advanced dating activity, not that I’d ever got this far. I guess it still is for most people, but with me my body is just a shared thing now. I’m actually starting to enjoy the closeness I get with the right people. I wouldn't wish my predicament on my worst enemy, but the loss of freedom has freed me from the burden of decision. I do what I am told and no longer really need to think, and despite the bad things I’ve gained a lot from that.

I looked over at Doug again, chatting and laughing. Its like I never excised. I didn;t realise I was staring until Dan said “So whats the story with that kid then?”
“Doug? He’s one of my owners. Well, outside school Carrie owns me, but here I guess its better to describe him as a punisher?....he can punish me if necessary.”
“What do you think about that?”
“I don’t know, I see him more as my master.”
“He’s a year younger, is that humiliating?”
“Very, but he was there from the start of my slavery, and although he’s done some horrible things to me, he’s also given me a lot of nice moments, and closeness I wouldn’t have had. I think I love Doug. I used to think only of Kelly, but now I seem to only think of him”
Dan gave a little breath laugh “Would you feel the same if he wasn’t your master?”
I explained that I wouldn’t have got as close to him if he wasn’t my master, and wasn’t sure I’d have been open to doing anything sexual with him if we were equals in Clandu, but am glad now I had the opportunity and would love to be in a position to push the relationship further.
“I initially hated the contact with Doug, first because of Kelly and secondly because I thought I was being taken advantage of and that having sex with me was just a extension of the control games. Conditioning was awful and stripped me away from my body. I hated him for his part in that. But the more we cuddled at night and in the mornings, the more I realised he was giving genuine affection. I would do anything for Doug” I continued
“Well, you are partly his slave, so why don’t you tell him how you feel?” Doug retorted
“If I was free I’d do anything for him. I just can’t tell him. He’s my master, theres a protocol for talking. In any case, dad doesn’t like us going to their house for some reason, and Doug never comes to ours in case he has to endure girl talk all night because Carrie has sent me out. I can’t really accept visitors”
“Perhaps he should come round to train you, or use you.”
I said that would be nice, but I can’t tell them what to do, although it would be worth risking a punishment, even if I’ve read the situation so wrong its a severe punishment. I zoned out for a minute pondering.

We talked more and I found out all about him, I told him the publicly acceptable story of what it's like to be a slave, no one wants to hear about the loneliness, the feeling of use, abuse and the loss of pride. I spun it to make him laugh, how novel it is to be hard in front of a room of people, to walk naked through an airport, but how it's a little annoying to get messed up almost every day.
Its actually more than a little annoying, it's a friggin’ pain in the arse. I’ve always seen hair like a flower, I think I’m flowering now, and I think it's one of my best assets. It's like my advertisement of health and virility. I take care in my appearance, OK that's so much easier without clothes to worry about, but styling my hair is the one thing I have left that shows individuality, and that there is a living person in here. When these little bastards destroy it for a laugh, it actually takes away all my self esteem and feeling of self in one hit. It's like a longer lasting humiliation they leave me with, a billboard as to what they’ve been able to do to me.

I didn’t tell him all that, I stopped at ‘little annoying’ which he laughed at, I didn’t want to be a downer.
He actually stroked my hair and said “It is nice, but I actually think you look cute when its all gummed up, sort of battle worn” he laughed gain. This started out as a hanging out session, and now feels more like he’s hitting on me. I think he read my thoughts and apologised for the closeness which made me feel bad.
“Don’t worry, people often say and do things with me they wouldn’t normally do, I think its the openness of having my cock on show. Remember I am a slave, and right now I am all yours. If you want to pour a bucket of oil over my head then I can’t stop you.” He laughed and sat back releasing his touch. Truth is, it was nice. His touch was gentle and honest and so was he.

We got onto more current news and he asked me if I knew about the slap game. I had no idea what this was, but said it sounded like it could be fun. I explained I’m a bit out of the loop, I’ve been close to my owners since the start of term and they don’t allow me much free chatting time with friends and don’t get to hear anything. So he explained it.

A bloody points system has developed for slapping me!!
Anyone can have 1 point for slapping my arse and 2 points for undoing my loincloth.
But then there's bare flesh points; They get 4 for slapping my soft dick, 6 for slapping my balls or 10 for slapping my erection as they pass. I think it's based on the difficulty or probability of the target.
“Well that explains why a couple of people have ordered me to get hard, slapped my dick then covered it up.” I said.
“It’ll never last” he laughed “I mean how does anyone prove they got you, and how do they keep track? Don’t worry it’ll be a flash in the pan thing” The bell rang for end of break and I asked him if we could do this again. “Sure” he said “let's gather our friends next time and do it as a group” This blew away the idea that he was courting me, but was it a smoke screen? I could think of worse boys to have a fling with at school, in fact he’s one of the cuter looking lads. He gently tied my loincloth back round my waist then patted my bottom to signify its completion and we headed for the door.
“Maybe I’ll make friends with Doug and have a chat about his slave” Doug mused out loud.

That was a lovely start to the day, it's a shame the last break wasn’t so nice.

Friday afternoons are always a bitty affair just after lunch. Straight after lunch though there's two 40 minute lessons before last break. Sex and relationships followed by religion. Sex education is not a bad lesson, its all about consent and rights, something I can’t give and don’t have, and Religion is about all the old faith based political structures that used to exist and the wars they caused. I’m not sure if it's a coincidence we have them back to back, but it does seem that sexual openness and well-being we learn in the first 40 minutes is only something that was possible after the abolishment of the religious stuff we learn in the second 40 minutes. I have been warned that I’ll be expected to ‘assist’ with the sex ed class at some point too, for those people like myself who haven’t chosen to study Biology. If ‘assisting’ is what I think it is, I wish we’d just do one massive class and get it over with.

Today, as with every time I've been in this class I have had an erection. It's nothing special, it just goes up and down like the sun, the difference is that as this is sex education class I have to announce my erection to the class. I stood up and said "I am hard ma’am" placing my hands on my head. I get what she’s trying to do, and it's harmless and benign, unlike the sort of think that 2-Poles would do, but it's just massively embarrassing.

The teacher, Mrs Laggins said "there class, this just shows that erections are common in boys, that's one every Friday afternoon now. Which other boys also have an erection right now?" No one put their hands up, they just sniggered. The thing is, from my viewpoint at the back of the class I could see plenty of tents under those desks, but they knew what was coming next. ‘Casper come to the front please dear" she opened a welcoming arm and I sauntered up, dick leading the way "I need a volunteer who hasn't relieved Casper yet" to my honor, quite a few hands went up. "Terry, a boy volunteer, good, I like that you're all shedding your inhibitions. Please come up" there was some groaning from the girls. "I know Terry has this same equipment himself, but it's just as important for a boy to understand what it feels like from a partner's perspective as it is for you girls to get practice. Terry has just as much right to enjoy this fine body as anyone." Terry placed one hand under my balls and took hold of my shaft with the other. Slowly he started sliding his hand up and down, his grip was extremely gentle. His pace quickened slowly over time as did his grip on my balls, but never to a painful level. He continued to pump, faster and faster. I raised my hand and placed it round the back of his neck. As the pumping continued, I tilted his head down and buried my face into his hair. It smelt sweet, despite the long day. He gripped a little harder then AAaaarghh. I came. 7 mountainous spurts jetted out and into the tissue held by Mrs Laggins. It was powerful, it was my only release that day and left me feeling a bit weak. I gave his head a little kiss and whispered “Thank you sir”, and he gave my balls a little squeeze in return.

Terry was another class colleague, one I’ve been watching for a number of years but never really associated with. It was was a beautiful moment , and it definitely wasn't the thing that destroyed Friday. No, it's just as I left that classroom that the nightmare began.

I was happy, I was clean for the first day in ages, Terry had just pulled me off and we had just one hour lesson to kill after break before we could go home.

As I walked out the door I was face to face with Storring!
He held out his hand and said “Loincloth”
“I must run an errand for my mistress sir" I quickly replied
“Is she there? I don’t see her, how did she set you on an errand if she’s not there?” He cleverly retorted. Looking back I should have said she’d told me earlier, but when you’re practically naked and you’re so scared of making a mistake it sort of leaves you at a massive disadvantage. “If you just hand it over now I’ll overlook this little mistake and not punish you” He punishes me every wednesday anyway just for kicks, so this threat fell on deaf ears. “I don’t mean assembly paddling, I mean the ECSO definition of punishment” I still stood firm. I knew what punishment was. He had the ECSO document right there on his tablet. Talk about organised. “There” he said pointing “Punishment is the percussive use of force for corrective purposes” He paused. “It doesn’t say anything about this” and squeezed my balls, just gently, but enough to make his point. “I’ve got you by the balls my little pup. Would you like me to do it harder?” I not long had Terry playing with my balls, but somehow I imagined this would not compare. Reluctantly I undid the bow and handed it to him.

“I’ve been very interested in you and your ‘owners’ and know quite a lot now. Come with me” He led me down the corridor to the exit between the two art rooms. “Your owners don’t come this side, so I’ll have you to myself. I think they’ve had enough fun with you anyway, don’t you?”

He was right, I was kind of a naked hanger on these days, all three of my owners have kind of done all they want with me, I am a bit of a spare part. I can still hang with my friends if I want, if I can get to them, but if I’m pre-owned they can’t approach me. How can he know so much about them and the school in such a short time? I was at this school for a year before I discovered the art room doors and here he is after just 3 weeks escorting me out of them. He led me outside and into what used to be the girls playground. Everything is mixed now, but this area is round a corner and so not really visible to people in the rest of the yard, and certainly not visible to my permanent owners or friends who favor the hill round the other side.

We exited into the sunshine and he led me over to the bike sheds to teach me my new ‘sit’ position where some of his followers were waiting for him. “Hands on your head” He said, I complied leaving me fully exposed to the 4 of them “Sit” I sat down on the dirt. He crouched down beside, held my balls and squeezed them until I made a noise. Releasing a little he said “That was wrong!”
He then tightened his grip harder, I squealed a bit but tried to hold my composure, with him tightening more and more, finally he stood up and pressed his foot on my balls and ground them against the dirt until I was crying. I’m still too scared of CC moles to fight anyone, so I’m powerless to stop this kind of thing.
“Would you like me to do that again?”
“No sir, please don’t do it sir, I’ll do whatever you want” I sobbed. His cohorts were loving this
“This time when I say sit I want you to crouch, and keep your feet flat on the floor... Stand up” We both stood up. “Sit”
I immediately crouched down with my feet flat and my bottom touching the backs of my ankles. Storring bent over and millimeters from my ear whispered “good boy, now open your legs more I want to see your willy from all angles” I gently shuffled my feet apart. Closer to my ear and quieter he said “good boy” whilst slowly brushing my hair with the palm of his hand, “good boy, see there is a nice way, you just have to do what you’re told” I could feel my dick and balls swaying in clear air beneath me, and the breeze swirling around them. The pose holds my rectum open a bit too so I can also feel the breeze up my hole. It is a perfect reminder just how exposed and vulnerable I am.

He swept his hand through the air between my ankles brushing it against my foreskin, With each pass it raised brushing more of my willy until on the last pass he stopped and took a tender hold of my dangling shaft. “This is the perfect position for you, my puppy” he whispered. “Now put your hands flat on the floor with your elbows pushing your knees out. He instructed. I did exactly what he said. “Good boy! Now, this is your new ‘sit’ position pup” he whispered in my ear and held my balls, gently rubbing the sack with his thumb. I was slowly responding to his touch and rewarding him with a semi erection. “Bark” he said I woofed quietly for him which his followers all laughed at. He gave my balls a little squeeze “louder” I barked again, but louder. Now gently rubbing my balls again as a reward “Again”, “again”. By the time we got onto whimpering I was almost fully erect. A couple of girls saw and started saying what a randy little pup I was.

One of them held my dick and made me whimper as Storring walked round the front to survey his work. It all was pretty demeaning. In that pose with my hard dick is so obvious to everyone, it just sways out in front. I tested it in a mirror at home just now and you can see straight through the end of my foreskin into my piss hole, now I’ve seen what I look like I wish I hadn't tested it. You can see all of me in one image, the top of my head, full body and dick, all in one single view. When I’m soft you see my dick from the back and sides too, just hanging limply down.

Infact “randy pup” is a pose name now, I have to make myself hard as I ‘sit’, wanking until it's up. The whole process is so deeply humiliating, especially as he’s about 4 years younger than me, and a fraction of my size. That goes for all his cohorts. I think my arm is thicker than his leg! Yet he owned me totally.

He delicately held my balls again. With his lips so close to my earlobe that I could feel them touch as he soothingly asked “would you like me to crush your balls again pretty boy?”
“No” was my immediate reply. He squeezed, not enough to hurt, but just enough to send a message
“No what boy?”
“No sir, sorry sir”
The whisper continued soft and low “Who is your boss?”
“you are sir”. He then prompt me through a number of humiliating phrases, but quite cleverly the soporific whispering is almost erotic accompanied by stroking my hair leading to my responses “I’m your bitch sir”, “I’ll do anything for you sir”, “I’m worthless crap sir”, “You are the most important thing to me sir”

He even had me walking to heel too, on all fours barking and growling. He achieved a lot in 20 minutes, but I suspect he’s building up to something more, and I don’t think this is going to be isolated.

cas

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

This could be just harmless fun. I suggest you let this one go as a playtime game, I imagine he caught you on the off chance.

J

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