Little Sister's Slave

Little Sister's Slave 11

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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: Loss of kelly

Sir

Thursday was a great high at the stud farm followed by a crashing low today. I don’t think Kelly will ever talk to me again after this.

We arrived at the school in the studding van and I was deposited on the ground. Eetu helped me out of the cage and to stand and stretch, he also brushed the dirt off me. So far so good!

First break was fantastic. I gave Dan my loincloth before we left Maths and we walked on the mound and talked, we were even joined by some of my friends and Doug, it was great. I could talk, almost like old times. I told them all about the stud farm and they pissed themselves laughing at the absurdity of it all. Doug was very restrained, but at least he came over to me, that meant a lot.

Everything turned to shit at lunchtime though and probably the worst thing that could have happened between me and Kelly. I don’t think she’ll ever talk to me again. It was probably the most humiliating thing I’ve ever done too….ever, but I still can’t work out how I allowed it to go so far. It really is a testament to how powerful Storring’s brainwashing actually is, and has been.

As you know, when I can’t get away, I’m part of the Storring Bamber gang, Bamber is the braun and Storring is the brain, and I'm the unwilling bitch on a lead, walking to heel, or sitting in front of them with my cock swaying in the breeze whimpering like puppy. Listening to them endlessly discussing how to get round ECSO rules so they can do more stuff to me. They can’t, any modification and beating is only available to real owners thankfully, so they can’t shave or whip me which are things Bamber seems desperate to do. I’d love to tell him that me and Kelly aren’t a thing, maybe he’ll seek to destroy and deface me less.

But then again our paths have crossed ever since I started school. You see Greg Bamber has bullied, or tried to bully, me at school for as long as I can remember. People think our hate for each other is about Kelly, I mean it seems to be, but it goes a lot further back than that.

In fact My oldest school memory is Greg Bamber! It was in kindergarten. Mum bought me a new pack of crayons and I couldn't wait to show them off. I remember being fascinated about the top of the cardboard box and the quiet noise it made as I slipped the flap open and closed and open again. The corners of this card pack being so perfectly sharp and square. I think the smell of the crayons got me most though, warm and musty but fresh at the same time. I drew a ship sailing in a storm. I still remember it, it was on our fridge door forever. The yellow crayon was so vivid it made the lightning bolts jump out of the page. I showed it to the teacher and she said how wonderful it was and saved it for mummy. I was so proud I turned back to draw another picture to see Greg Bamber eating my crayons. He ate every single one. He stared at me as he shoved the yellow one in sideways then snapped it with his tongue. I cried until it was time for mummy to collect me. I just sulked in a corner behind the play house.

In infants school he would push me onto my back and kneel on my biceps stroking my hair and saying stuff. I don’t remember any of what he said now, but by middle school I had developed faster and was able to fling him off easily, or just not get pushed down. Part way through middle school is when Kelly joined. I became inseparable from her. We’d sit on the swings in the park and just talk for hours, all the time I could see Bamber watching us from a distance. Bamber would kick balls at her to make her notice him. He just seems to want to constantly take things away from me.

It all culminated in that big fight last year. He caught me off guard and pinned me down for the first time in years. He was saying things like “She’ll never have you!” Which was an odd phrase even for his poor grammatical capabilities, but using his phrasing she’ll never have him either because she hates him that much. I easily threw him off and basically wiped the floor with him. It was a pretty big fight, he lost a couple of members of his gang over it which must have been very humiliating for him.

So, anyway, back to today. Storring collected me from outside my class before lunch, pocketed my loincloth and led me to the canteen.

We entered the canteen and they queued, bought their food and sat. I’m left standing naked behind them empty handed and hungry hoping to be rescued. I can see Doug enter, but he just waved, he’s with a new friend I’ve not seen before, and I guess we said everything in first break so have nothing new to talk about. I hoped he’d want to show me off to his new friend, but he doesn’t seem interested, maybe this is a new romance for him. It would be sad if it is, I miss being close with him and dad is now putting pressure on Carrie not to take me to Jenny and Doug’s house, something Doug has already decreed. Dad insists on Jenny coming to ours if Carrie wants to see her out of school, and Doug doesn’t tend to come as it's a girl thing.

I made sandwiches for mistress Carrie this morning so I assume she’s outside and won’t come into the canteen, so my chances of rescue are about zero. All the time I can hear Storring and Bamber discussing me and Kelly, like we’re an item. Bamber gets a little twitchy about the whole thing and drags me to the slops area kneeling me down with my head over the slop bucket. “If you move, your balls will be flat” he warned. My loincloth has become some universal symbol of ownership, if I’m naked I’m assumed to already be owned. As Storring has it and I’m so obviously naked, none of my friends can rescue me. To cap it all, a couple of my so called friends dumped their food on my head, I recognised their shoes. I don’t blame them, I probably would have done exactly the same thing.

I endured about 20 minutes of people dumping slop on me, the word got out so the gooey food sales went through the roof, when Storring eventually retrieved me they took me straight outside. We went round to the usual corner and I ‘sat’ in that awful dog pose on the floor with Storring standing behind me. He was mashing the food into my hair, I can hear it squelching as he kind of shampooed it in. It's quite disgusting really, and I can’t believe he wants to put his hands in it. I hate this return to getting messy all the time, I hope its a phase that passes quickly, but then what next? Licking Bamber’s feet all break? No thanks!

They talk about mindless crap, which is actually worse than the girly stuff I endure at homework club, when the subject returns to Kelly as Bamber spots her and points her out to Storring. “Do you want me to fix this for you? I can put her off the boy so much she never wants to talk to him again” Storring offered. Bamber was all over this idea and told him to get on with it.

This just shows how clever Storring is. Don’t get me wrong, I still hate him, I hate the control a boy 4 years younger than me has over me, I hate my total subservience to him, I hate that I want him to kiss me when he’s whisper-brainwashing me, but he is very clever and has some great ideas.
The problem for me is that Storring’s control of me is almost absolute now which is what’s led to my loss of Kelly’s friendship.
He bent lower to meet my ear, now rubbing the gunk off my head onto my nipple with his thumb and he started the mind control. “Who’s your boss pup?”
“You are sir”
“What will CC do to you if you disobey my orders?”
“Send me away and hurt me sir”
“What do you do for me?” now gently massaging my balls
“Anything sir”
This went on for about 10 minute, the intensity increasing as it progressed.
“Look at Kelly. You like her don’t you” he continued stroking me as he quietly spoke leading me to a full erection in no time. “Imagine touching her, feeling her, think of my breath on your ear as hers, You want her don’t you puppy” lightly brushing the underside of my shaft with the back of his finger. Suddenly I regressed to when she was all I wanted, and I now wanted her like that again.
As I started to leak precum he changed to his regular whisper-programming and I was replying with “you’re my boss sir”, “I’m nothing sir”, “no one can stop me doing your order sir”, “you are my master sir”, all the time stroking me more. He then held my balls and told me to whimper quietly and not stop until he said so. Then he sent me to fuck Kelly's leg. Without hesitation I was off like a whippet after a rabbit.
Rock hard I ran straight to where she was sitting, mounted her leg and humped it for all I was worth. It was awful, she kept telling me to get off, my whimpering meant I couldn’t tell her I couldn’t break the order. If I did my balls would be crushed, CC might find out and send me away. The Bamber-Storring gang were in hysterics with Storring getting full credit watching me totally humiliate myself.

Kelly stood up and tried to flick me off, by this time I’d left a trail of precum on her leg. So many people were laughing at me, at her, I was humiliating myself, but seemed powerless to stop, such was Storrings new found control. Eventually I heard a familiar voice.

Doug came over to see what was going on, with a sharp paddle slap across my backside he shouted “Fido Down!!”. That was unnecessarily degrading, especially as it made everyone laugh even more, even those who were shocked previously. I just jumped back and knelt next to him on the floor mortified, I buried my face in my hand and wanted to cry.

Kelly hasn’t spoken to me since. I’m so angry with myself, how did I let it go so far, Why couldn’t I just have said no? Even now a week later I’m beside myself. I’ve totally humiliated myself and Kelly, its one thing for people to humiliate me which is constant, but for me to do it to myself just eats me up. And I hurt Kelly in the process. Why does Carrie not take more care of me?

Storring made a point of telling me I was spared punishment because I fucked Kelly and that I was a very good boy, which was a humiliating phrase in itself. He also made it clear that he would spare me more punishments if he thought I was very good. So I assume he will still punish me every Wednesday but spare me if I do more awful things just for him? He’s a clever, devious boy.

I’ve upset Kelly and all I got out of it was 6 lest spanks in assembly!

Cas

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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@SlavemailCC
Subject: RE Casper the stud

slave fido

So is he clever or you stupid? How did you let it go so far? Use your brain boy. You have a lesson before every break time, find someone to take your loincloth before you leave the class. Are you sure there's no other way to prove ownership without leaving you naked?

I don’t know why you are so worried about what people think of you anyway, just remember that you are only a slave and they can do what they want. You must drop this silly notion about having self worth and put your ego to bed. The more you try to cling to an idea of dignity the harder your life will seem and the more you’ll fall into a cycle of self pity.

You be very careful that Storring doesn’t find escalation processes within ECSO rules which allows him to do more than just get you an assembly slap or squeeze your balls. But it does sound like he’s learning how to be fair though, and that's what you want in a good master. If you can’t get anyone else to own you then I think your best bet is to become his bitch and maybe he’ll look after you. So what if he’s 4 years younger and now has total control over your mind and body. Its not like you were doing anything worthwhile before you became a slave anyway. If you can’t get to Carrie, Jenny or Doug in time in your breaks, then suck up to this one he’s proved he can be fair.

On a different note, don’t forget it's Tilly’s birthday next Sunday! She is looking forward to having you there. The whole family will be there as well as some of her friends. This might take your mind off school for a bit too.

I know you are worried about seeing Tilly again after last time, but I can assure you if you are good then there will be nothing to worry about.

Mr. Jenkins

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