Little Sister's Slave

Little Sister's Slave 13

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**Thanks to Hooked6 for writing this chapter.

From Sue to her dad (uncle Jim)

To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com

From: CuteSue@Freemails.com

Subject: Casper

Hi Daddy:

Well, the last thing I’d ever thought I’d be telling you is that, well, I guess I was wrong. Shocked huh? Me wrong.

When you told me I had to go down to spend another awful weekend at uncle Bill’s home I almost wanted to barf. I felt miserable about the treatment that Scott, um, Casper I guess he is now called, had to endure even at the hands of my sister the last time I was there. It was nothing short of cruel, how could she do that to her cousin, they were always so close too! The fact that you actually wanted me to join in humiliating him made no sense at all. I found the whole experience disgusting. I love Scotty, I mean Casper. I can see why he doesn’t want anything to do with you, especially after Tilly’s birthday too, but its been 2 months now and you should have visited him in that time yourself. What makes you think he needs us anyway? I think we always just make things worse for him.

I know I could have waited to tell you all this when I get home tomorrow but I just had to share some things with you – things that I freely admit are too embarrassing for me to talk to you about on the phone or in person for that matter, so here it is hot off my phone. I hope you understand what I mean.

When I got to their house Carrie was ever so glad to see me – she was excited in fact. She apparently had no idea I was coming for a visit, which surprised me as I thought you had arranged things last week. She quickly pulled me into the house, took my overnight bag and tossed it on the couch and yelled into the kitchen, “Hey shit head! Get your arse out here. You have a visitor.”

Before I could react, there casper stood in the front room still completely naked – well except for that collar around his neck. He was holding a dish towel in one hand and his hands were wet and soapy so I guessed he had been in the middle of washing the dishes. He started to make a move to cover himself but obviously thought better of it and kept his hands at his side. I was surprised he was still acting like a slave as it’s been months since all this started. Surely his dad had sorted out whatever paperwork was needed to get him freed but I guess that didn’t happen; not yet anyway.

His eyes got big and his mouth quivered a bit. He was clearly surprised as well as embarrassed to see me looking at him. He’s really filling out now even more than he was at the party, his abs are kind of rippling. Are all penises so perfectly straight? I mean perfect, and the skin on it is so smooth. His hair has grown back now too, it's almost like it was before Tilly cut it all up, lovely and thick now and really colourful as it catches the light, all flecks of ginger and blonde in a sea of fair mousy-brown. That's not the only hair that's back, his pubes still looked like they’d been hacked off at the party, well that's a big bush now. I might trim that if I get a chance.

“What are you doing standing there?’ Carrie demanded to know. “Is that how I taught you to greet guests in my house?”

“Nnnn. . . No miss,” he stammered. Then, in like a nanosecond fell to the floor on all fours, crawled to me and lowered his head to the carpet and began kissing my shoes. Can you believe it? He was actually KISSING my dirty shoes. I was so dumbfounded at that moment I just let him do it. I didn’t want to cause more trouble for him. It was all so surreal. His smooth little butt was sticking high in the air as his head was bowed low hovering just above the floor as he went from shoe to shoe kissing and licking them clean. It was gross, but kind of cute in a weird sort of way.

“That’s enough. Present yourself, moron,” his sister snapped at him and he jumped up, pulled his legs wide apart and put his hands behind his head and stared blankly across the room looking at nothing in particular.

“That’s better. Take Sue’s bag upstairs to my room. She’ll be sharing with me tonight.” she ordered and he moved quickly to the couch, grabbed my belongings and started up the stairs – no backtalk, no complaining – he just did it. I was impressed. Too bad I can’t get my bratty sister to do things like that when I ask her to do something.

Carrie and I talked for a few moments as she welcomed me and asked what I was doing there. I explained that you thought I needed to visit again this time without Tilly to observe casper and maybe help. Do you honestly know how hard that was for me to say? I didn’t give her a sarcastic reply like I wanted to and had actually rehearsed on the way over here. No, I just told her politely what you wanted me to say and she giggled to no end as if she was pleased at something.

When Casper came down from putting my things away, she told her brother to finish up in the kitchen then serve me tea in the lounge. She asked if I’d eaten and I said I’d had something on the way there.

We sat and talked, and discussed what had been going on, casper just knelt there under our feet. He’s changed daddy. The spark seems to have gone, he seems broken. Though he seems to have taken a lot of effort on his body, I think he’s possibly putting negativity into exercise. I mean he is one lean, mean chiseled little dude. He’s like some kind of Ninja warrior, a very pretty Ninja warrior.

I knew it would be inappropriate to tell him all the things you wanted me to say, so I told Carrie and hoped he heard. I told her how you had let uncle Paul know how annoyed you were with their treatment of Caspy, how you put the worst meat on his plate in front of Brad knowing Brad was on such a power trip he’d eat anything knowing it was depriving Cas. How you cooked him the best cuts in the hope he’d eat it away from Brad as a treat. Mostly I told her, them, how much you missed his contact and wanted him to write to you again, even to say he was OK.

Carrie, well, apart from being harsh and a little cruel does definitely seem to love her big brother, she is always stroking him; his head, his back. She hugs him too. He’s not allowed on the furniture, but before he was a footstool he sat between her legs on the floor and she stroked his head, kissing it from time to time, and I don't think the whole thing is just to infantalise him. I don’t think all is lost pappa I observed his bath too. Carrie really loves him dad, it's so obvious.

She even let him play with the boat and duck we bought him last time. I love playing with the periscope. After we’d dried him off Carrie put him to bed early and we went downstairs. She warned me about the collar listening and how she has to be harsh with him all the time because she daren't lose control over him. If he gets any control back he'll end up doing something stupid that will get him confiscated, and no one wants to lose him, especially not now he's so useful.

Before long it was time for bed and I turned in ready for a full day with casper.

On sunday I got up pretty early and he was standing there in the kitchen. He made me jump as I walked in. I have no idea how long he’d been standing there, but it seems he was just ready to serve me breakfast whatever time I got up. Carrie joined me pretty soon after, we breakfasted and hit the lounge. Carrie told her brother to finish up in the kitchen and present himself in the front room when he was done. He just nodded and continued clearing up.

Carrie told me she needed my help and asked if I could take casper to the park for a walk so she could attend to other things. I told her I’d be glad to do it. Truth-be-told I was glad to have an excuse to get out of that crazy house.

When casper presented himself, Carrie hooked his leash to his collar and handed it to me. It was all I could do NOT to roll my eyes in disbelief. She also gave me directions to the park as I had never been there before. It was just up the road, about a 10-minute walk from where we were. “Make sure he listens to you and does everything you say.” She then handed me a paddle with Casper’s name on it. “Use this if you need to and don’t hold back.”

I nodded my understanding and tightened my grip on the leash and started to head to the front door. “Oh,” Carrie added “and make sure he marks his territory as you go along.”

I scrunched up my face in confusion, “Mark his territory? Whatever do you mean?”

“Make sure he marks his territory; you know like a male dog does.”

I may be a bit aloof at times but not having a dog, I was still lost. “Huh?”

She let out a disappointed sigh but tried to clarify things for me in simpler terms. “Make sure he pees on things as he goes along but only where you tell him to.”

“Ohhhh . . . I get it.” I replied giggling. Despite my misgivings over how they were treating the boy, it was funny. I yanked on the chain and told casper to come along. He looked soooo pitiful as he followed me. I could tell he was not looking forward to our walk.

I didn’t say a word until we were well out of range of his house. When I thought it was safe, I told him to stop and I moved along side of him. Now daddy don’t get mad, but I did something you won’t approve of but please reserve your judgment until you read all of this letter.

Casper just stood there looking at the ground waiting for any instructions I was going to give him. I think he was sure I was going to make him pee in front of me or something but instead I told him that I was so very sorry for the way everybody was treating him and for the mistake that got him classified as a slave in the first place. I told him I understood how hard it must be for him to have to cope with all the things people were doing to him and that I wanted to help him.

You know what daddy? He didn’t say a word. The way he was just standing there basically ignoring me as I poured my heart out to him was really making me mad but then I recalled that he wasn’t to speak unless he was asked a question, which I had not done so I began to feel a little better. I looked into his eyes and I could see he must have really appreciated what I said because there was a sparkle in them that I hadn’t notice since I had arrived.

“Do you want my help, Scott . . . I mean casper?” I asked and I swear his eyes started to tear up the moment I asked him that. He looked at me and simply said that he did, in the worst way. He said he really needed someone to take up his cause so he could get out of this mess that he was in.

I informed him that I would do all that I could to try and get him freed but that in the meantime he had to do everything he could to be a good little slave and not make trouble for himself otherwise the CC people would be after him and then all would be lost if that happened. Above all, he could never tell anyone about this conversation. He understood. He also told me that he thinks his father hadn’t even touched the slavery papers that he needed to file to get him declared fee again and that the clock was ticking. Perhaps he was just busy and hadn’t gotten around to it; perhaps he never intends to have him freed or perhaps he just hadn’t made up his mind yet. It was hard to say why that was. But as Brad had been given all his stuff he believed his decision had been reached and he wasn't going to continue the process.

Leaning over, I gave him a short hug which actually made his peenie jump a bit which made me smile. He was smiling too, but I suspect it wasn’t because of the hug but because he now had a little hope; that someone on the outside was actually going to help him.

I yanked on his leash and pulled him onward and he understood and quickly went into slave mode again and became the subservient little creature he was being trained to be.

Arriving at the park I saw a path that appeared to encircle the park so I directed my charge onto it and off we went. Of course, we were the center of attention and several girls my age all ran over and started asking like a million questions – things like, “Why is he naked? Is he a slave or something? Is he YOUR slave? Is he naked all the time?” and on and on and on.

I told everyone to calm down and started to answer their questions, at least the ones I knew the answers to. The more I talked the more I could see how much they began looking at me with admiration. A couple of high school seniors also came up along with a couple of college girls and they too treated me like I was somebody special – a celebrity of some sort. After all, I suspect it is a rare occurrence to see a slave let alone talk to someone who actually owns one.

Okay, daddy, I know I don’t actually own casper, but they didn’t need to know that. As far as they were concerned, I was the owner. I felt like for the first time in my life I was one of the cool kids, not one of the girls on the D-list. No, I felt like I was an A-list popular girl and everyone there wanted to be like me. It was a really powerful, self-affirming feeling; something I had never felt before and I liked it. I really liked it.

Then it happened. One of the college girls asked me if I could really make him do anything I wanted. When I replied that I indeed could tell him to do anything and that he would immediately do it – that was the beauty of having a slave.

Naturally the college kid didn’t believe me and challenged me straight up – “Go on then, make him do something really embarrassing. If what you say is true, he should snap right to it . . . IF he is a real slave that is.”

“Of COURSE, he is a real slave. See his collar and his label?” I said pointing to the engraved name across the silvery gold collar and the CC logo.

“Nice,” the college girl said after looking it over. So, go on, tell him to do something that is really degrading or embarrassing. I want to see him do it,”

“Yeah, we all want to see him do it too.” they all chanted in unison.

My mind went into overdrive trying to think of something really embarrassing and humiliating to make him do just to get that girl off my back. Then it came to me. “Slave, go pee on that tree. Mark your territory.”

“Casper’s facial expression never changed but I know I surprised him because his breathing quickened and he swallowed hard. He dropped down on all fours and crawled over to the tree, lifted his leg and began peeing all over it causing all the girls to squeal in delight. They were all howling with laughter.

Now daddy, I don’t know what came over me but I suddenly barked out another command.

“Stop! Go climb on that picnic table and pee off the side until I tell you to stop.”

Much to my relief he did just that and immediately crawled over like a dog, did his best to climb up onto the table, hiked his leg – the leg closest to the girls so that they had a good view of his peenie and began peeing off the table in the direction of where we were standing. The girls were in hysterics and several patted me on the back as if I was the one who had done something really amazing. In fact, that’s actually how I did feel.

“STOP!” I commanded and he did. I’m not sure how he did that as I don’t think I could have stopped in mid-stream like he did.

I asked one of the seniors if I could borrow the empty cup she was holding and she said I could. I took it from her outstretched hand and told casper to get down on the ground on all fours. I then did anther one of those things that I just can’t explain the reason why I did it. I bent down, put my hands between his legs and held the cup so that it was in line with his peenie and told him to pee.

He did and his stream startled me as it slashed into the cup. He must have really still had to go because the force of his stream made his urine splash everywhere. When the cup was almost full, I told him to “STOP!” and he did as I instructed.

I carefully took the cup from underneath his body and held it up in case anyone wanted to see it. All I got was screwed up facial expressions and remarks and sighs of disgust.

Now this is another thing that I don’t for the life of me understand; I took that cup full of his warm urine and poured it right over the top of his head! He hadn’t done anything to make me mad, I just did it.

I should have been disgusted at the very thought of doing something so gross. I should have had the decency to refuse to give into the temptation of demeaning this poor boy – but I didn’t. I LOVED it, daddy. The more I disgraced this poor boy, the more I was having the time of my life. I made casper shake his wet hair like a dog would have done to dry himself after a bath and droplets of pee flew all over the place causing the howling from the girls to reach fever pitch. I had him do a few other things that some of the girls shouted out for him to do and they were amusing, but no where near the fun of what I made him do.

That feeling of total power was intoxicating. It scared me a bit because I know that with absolute power should come absolute responsibility but I didn’t care about that responsibility part just then. I was too caught up in what was going on and the admiration of my peers.

I talked for a while with these guys, they were cool. I sent Casper to get some chips, when he returned he asked if we wanted them ‘presented’. He’s really well trained. I wasn't sure what that meant and was intrigued, but I didn't want my new friends to know so I just said "of course!". He knelt in front of us, emptied the whole bottle of ketchup on his head then held out the 2 bags of chips in each hand, they must have been burning his fingers. But he stayed like that until we’d finished the lot. We dipped the chips in the top of the ketchup on his head, but I think everyone was a bit wary of the piss still in his hair so didn’t dip too deep.

When I finally left the park with my charge in hand I felt “alive.”

Nothing was said for some time on the journey back home until casper surprised me by saying, “Don’t worry or feel bad. I know you had to do those things to me back there. I understand. I’m just glad that you are on my side and are going to help me.”

I gave him a silent smile and we kept on walking. I remembered what Carrie said about keeping control so I flicked his peenir and said that I hadn't asked him to speak. But I think my smile softened the punishment for him.

Daddy, you were right. I’m not sure I want to help him now. Should I tell him that or just let him keep thinking I am working on it? What do you think? I did some more things that were out of character for me after arriving at Carrie’s. Should I tell you about those too or did you get the drift of what is going on in my head?

Sue

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To: CuteSue@Freemails.com

From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com

Subject: Casper

Hi Sue darling

I hope aunt Lilly and uncle Bill were well when you got there, or were they not home? I know they love seeing you.

It sounds like you had a fun time with casper, I wouldn’t feel bothered about using him to his fullest, especially when you have him to yourself, think of the good you are doing Scotty in the long run? But maybe next time eat the chips before pouring piss on his head! I wonder what his ice cream sundaes are like. Take a bunch of spoons out next time and see :)

Carrie may seem harsh to you, but she is doing an amazing job training that boy, and ultimately taming the Scott inside casper. He will thank you for these humility lessons later. I mean, just look at the chips presentation. You know how wayward he was becomming before this slavery opportunity he’s had, its the best thing for him.

It sounds like you still have a bit of an eye for your young cousin, don’t worry, we’ve all noticed. He is a pretty boy so it's expected. It runs on that side of the family annoyingly. Uncle Bill used to really annoy me with his looks when we were growing up and it made him a bit big headed I think. I would have dearly loved to have had the opportunity to dump stuff over him just to take him down a peg or two. I don’t think Scott was ever the same as his dad, I honestly don’t think he realises how pretty he is. He panics about the little things trying to ‘look good’ but doesn’t realise he doesn’t need to do anything. Whatever, there's no harm in spoiling caspers looks if it makes you happy. I mean, what's the use of having a slave if you can’t use him to cheer yourself up. I know he has a bit of an eye for the boys, so taking out the competition is always a good strategy if you know what I mean. Don’t do a Tilly on him though unless he really pisses you off. He really values his hair, he thinks it's all he's got left. Which I guess is true in a way, oh and your uncle Bill went mad when Tilly cut it all off.

Uncle Bill and myself have his freedom situation in hand. You may not have a casper forever, so use him as much as you like, if he believes you’re on his side then that's nice for him, let him believe in it, but ultimately do what makes you happy.

I would love to hear more of what you got upto while you were there. It's nice to see you having fun with your new toy, I’m sure Carrie will be only too happy to share.

Dad

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