Little Sister's Slave

Little Sister's Slave 14

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To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com

From: CuteSue@Freemails.com

Subject: casper

Hi Daddy

My power over my beautiful little cousin casper was intoxicating. The last block back to the house I dropped his lead and led him by his balls, they are so warm, and they are his attached to his lovely body. Sorry daddy, but I have always enjoyed looking at my lovely little cousin. He is so beautiful. I can’t believe I’m telling you this.

Holding his balls made me feel so powerful, controlling. I had to find a way to experience his body more intimately, more completely. We couldn’t have sex, we’re cousins, I didn’t want to just tell him to wack off in front of me, I needed more.

When we got back to the house I found the perfect excuse, his body hair. He’s got a stunning body, and I love his little snail trail of fur, and actually love his soft curly pubes, but they were my key. “Your pubes tickled my hand all the way back” I complained.

“I’m sorry miss, would you like my paddle” he said. Oh, how sweet. I turned him round and felt his perfect globes, I ran my finger into his crack.

“No, not now, but if you aren’t good I will paddle you later, now put your hands on your head” He squelched his hands into all that ketchup that was stuck there, the sun had made it brown and sticky round the edges. “We’ll sort that in a minute boy” I said.

He stood in the hall in front of me, he has a washboard stomach now dad, perfectly browned by the sun, its like the gaps between the muscles have tanned at a different rate, its so perfect to look at. I ran my hands over it, rippling and bumpy, it was solid and coated with fine goosebumps. I then traced my finger over his snail trail from his tummy button down to his pubis and out to the tip of his penis, it was semi hard and sticking straight out. I held his penis in my hand and it twitched. He gave a sharp little breath in, then his breathing slowed, I rolled it about between my fingers, it was weighty, and felt powerful. How can so much might be attached to such a pretty little powerless boy. I held his perfect balls and fingered the soft pubes. “I’m going to remove your pubes and you can then be my little boy Caspy” I softly told him, then led him to the garden, straight to the hose. As we arrived he preempted my intention and bowed low.

Carrie and her friend Jenny were home, Jenny looked at the state of his hair and said, “I see you’ve had chips, nice?”

“Hi girls, yes they were thanks, I wish I’d known about the ketchup presentation before I poured piss on him” I quipped and the girls laughed. I rinsed his hair and dropped the hose cutting off the stream automatically. Carrie squirted his head with a splodge of washing up liquid.

“I couldn’t be arsed to go upstairs, but that will do” she said, I started to shampoo the soap in. His hair is so thick, the long floppy fringe kept breaking through my fingers as I massaged. He was rock hard and I couldn’t help pressing myself against his leg as I massaged his head, the white soap obscuring his mousy hair. I retrieved the hose and rinsed him off, the darkness of his wet hair gradually worked down from his crown as the soap was vanquished, eventually only the top of his fringe was white as it hung in a column from his forehead. Carrie dried his hair as I got comfortable on a sun chair. The three of them joined me and I discussed shaving off his pubes with Carrie and Jenny.

Carrie said that she liked his soft pubes, but as I’m a guest I’m welcome to do what I want to him, I can even take his pubes away in a bag if I want….maybe not...I wonder if he’ll eat them?

We took our time inspecting every inch of his perfectly straight penis which was now nearly soft again. The three of us discussed whether his balls needed a shave, his bottom and what we should do about the seductive little snail trail. Decision made, we sent him to gather scissors, razor and cream.

On his return Jenny gently clipped his armpits with the scissors, leaving a pretty patch under each arm, whereby he was sent over to me.

I took the scissors and snipped away at his pubes, taking them back as close as I could, initially his penis draped over my hand as I worked, but with my constant manipulation it was soon standing on its own. I ran my hand over it a number of times to check the pube length, then around the rest of his pubic region and onto his balls. He was ready for shaving.

I filled my hand with shaving foam and spread it to the other, then with one hand I rubbed the foam onto his snail trail and pubis. I took his balls in both hands and massaged the foam on, his willy rose in front of my face, as I worked the foam in I became face to face with his urethra and it was glistening with fluid. My hands worked up to the base of his shaft and I gradually covered the length of his lovely penis, The whole thing didn’t need shaving, but I needed contact with it.

I told him to step back to ‘check for missing bits’ I just wanted to admire him, thats when I realised that washing his hair was a big mistake. It had already dried in the sun which was shining off it in a glowing halo. His hair was reflecting a dazzling rainbow of browns and reds, and the fringe hung down like a perfectly flat wall of light brown flecked with so many stunning natural colours. I beckoned him over and made him bow. I buried my face in his soft hair and stroked my cheek against its softness. On one hand I can’t believe Tilly destroyed this perfect piece of artwork, but on the other hand, the frenzy it was leaving my head in deserved some form of retribution.

I had to snap out of his spell, so I reached up and with both foamy hands destroyed the siren that was entrancing me. I caked his hair in the foam off my fingers, then squirted more from the can directly onto his head smearing and mashing it into his hair as it left the can, his hair gradually became thicker, gooeyer and heavy eventually it was just a thick white blob, no longer capable of distracting and taunting me.

He had regained his erection through this distraction allowing me clear access to all parts of his pubis and shaft base. His balls were tricky, I didn’t want to spoil the fun by cutting him, but managed to complete my task. I used my finger nails to softly scrape the rest of the foam off his shaft, there was no need to shave that it was perfectly smooth already. With the task complete I wiped any excess off with the towel then inspected my work, I felt every inch of his privates in every direction. I love the word privates when I think of him. All that he has is on display, I wonder if he wishes he could see others the way we see him. I sometimes wish they were private, for my eyes only. But I share Carrie’s view that we must make the ultimate sacrifice if we are to burden him with as much humiliation as possible to fully control him. This beauty needs taming, demeaning, humbling and embarrassing. His beautiful cock is such an asset to him, its exposure must be met with a form of humiliation to temper it. I’m jealous of all those people in his school having constant access, but then again my private session now is more intense than they could ever get.

I called the girls over to inspect him, they struggled to stop stroking him just as I had, then Carrie sent him to the shops to get moisturiser to rub over him. Once he’d gone she admitted that she had loads of moisturiser already, she just wanted Casper to be seen on the streets with his new smooth willy and foamy head, and the shopkeeper enjoys seeing Casper too. That poor boy is humiliated in public constantly, but the feeling I got from sending him out was delicious.

He returned about 20 minutes later, he looked red and further humbled from his experience on the street, but I didn’t ask what had happened out there. I applied the cool moisturiser to his private area using both hands again. I applied as much of it to his soft willy as I could, massaging and squeezing, stroking and rubbing, I needed to make the most of its supple compliance and squidginess before he hardened up again. It didn't take long, maybe I should devise some punishments to slow down his rate of hardening but maybe that will be a fruitless task.

Daddy, I'm sorry I’m telling you such detail, and how beautiful I find him, but you’ve already told me how jealous you were of uncle Bill when you were kids, and how beautiful he was, Casper just takes after his dad. Can a slave have a dad? Maybe we should say Carrie’s dad.

Sue

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To: CuteSue@Freemails.com

From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com

Subject: RE: Casper

Hi darling

Just check with Carrie first, but casper is yours for the use, thats his purpose now, it seems you understand the implications of sex so I’m not going to lecure you on that, but any humiliation you want to try out go for it. Just think of the good you’re doing him in the long run.

Next time you’re out with with him, don’t worry if you run out of credits, just get him to spend his neck credits on you. I’ve seen his collar account, he’s got plenty of credits in there to keep you happy, that old woman next door is giving him loads of tips.

pops

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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC

To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com

Subject: Catch Up

Hi Sir

Sue has asked me to make contact with you.

Sorry I haven’t written in well over a month, events at Tilly’s birthday really troubled me and left me wondering what my future could be. The main worry was how Master Brad treated me, his excessive dominance and use of me was utterly humiliating and when he was given all my clothes I had guessed that my place would always be as a slave. While I was outside I also saw my game console, phone and computer in the boot of uncle Paul’s car too. Becoming free again was such a strong driver and with all my clothes and possessions now given to Brad or burned it seemed clear that no one wanted Scott back.

When we got home it was obvious that I was struggling so Dad showed me the Application For Freedom receipt. I was happier after that, but he also showed me the delay declarations meaning I will possibly be free one day, but must concentrate on avoiding Compliance Control confiscation until they restart the process which they have stalled due to ‘family concern’ whatever that means. It brightened me up a bit and allowed me to concentrate on being a model slave until the process restarts. I just hope it’s soon. I’m sorry, I kind of blamed you for the change in how I was treated at the party, and thank you for saving good food for me to eat and tricking master Bradley into leaving it alone, I just wished somebody could have helped me against master Bradley.

It was nice to see Sue last weekend, thank you for not sending her to condition me, I’m always nervous of seeing our extended family now. Was I really so bad when I was Scott that everyone loves to humiliate and punish me now? I thought I was being very good for Sue, so I don’t see why she had to shave all my pubes off. I was really enjoying cultivating those after they were removed at Tilly’s party, and they made me look so much older. I look and feel like a little boy again now.

I was really a good boy for Sue when she showed me off to her new friends in the park. I sat quietly while they poured my own piss over my head and did everything she said. She seemed so excited about her fun in the park, it's like she was a different person by the time we got home. She went from bubbly and lovely to quite stern. I think she was getting high off her own power, I notice it a lot in people when I start serving them.

The last block before home she led me by my balls, it's a definite statement of superiority. Master Brad seemed to be very accomplished at it. How the hell did he know so much about abusing me, both as a slave and sexually, how could he know the position that Yurgen fucked me in at his age?

I didn't like to lose my pubes, but I enjoyed the experience, everytime I feel my smoothness it reminds me of meeting up with mistress Sue. She trimmed me and shaved me, then moisturised me, I was so hard and dripping so much precum. The shopkeeper liked my new look and said I felt silky, that made some of his customers laugh, but they agreed with him after they’d all had a feel. A couple asked if my peenie had been shaved too. I told them no, but I dread to think what hairy pennies they’d seen, can even you get a haircut willy?

The shopkeeper in quickSave is nice, but it's so embarrassing standing naked in the checkout queue being felt up only for him to come out from the counter and feel me up too. I’m getting quite well known in there, they all recognise me. But then I must be the only naked boy shopping in this town.

Quite a few things happened over the last month or so before Sue came, which I guess you missed unless Miss Carrie had told you. The main one, apart from the school holidays which was a relief to have, is that we’ve discovered that Mistress Carrie’s viewer screen is compatible with my collar. That means that when the viewer is switched over I only have to stand in front of it and I can get access to a lot of CC slave information zapped straight out of my collar somehow. I can use any keyboard, the really weird thing is it doesn't even need to be plugged into anything, I just tap on a dead keyboard and up come the words. I can access stuff like recipes, cleaning tips and massage tips. All the sort of things a good slave needs to know to serve. I’m concentrating on being a model slave now so that I’m not sent away before I can be free.

So I'm back on cooking again every night after I’ve finished in Miss Carrie’s homework club. We get home together and I cook dinner for the family and serve. If there is any housework to do I’ll do that while dinner is cooking, I did so much in the holidays and on weekends that there's not much to do during the week. After clearing away the diner stuff I go to Mrs. Berg’s. I go to her most nights as she’s now having an extension built onto her house and Miss Carrie has agreed that I’ll shift any and all deliveries for her round the back of her house ready for the builders to use the next day.

I started all this work during the school holidays. I went to her’s nearly every day initially digging trenches for the foundations and when that was done the materials started to get delivered so I started shifting those.

When school restarted after the holidays I dropped down to just Sundays and 2-3 hours each night after school continuing to move building materials. She’s nice, she’s always got loads of nibbles for me to keep me going, OK, they’re raw vegetables and dips, but she says it's good for me and will give me the energy I need for my work.

Mrs. Berg is really helping me get my body defined and fitter too with all this work and it's something I really like. I can’t wear nice clothes anymore, so I try to express myself through my body shape. She’s like a female Mr. Miyagi except she’s not Chinese, or kung-fu-ish, but I think she worked in gyms when she was younger.

As well as all the lifting and digging and stuff she still finds ways of adding extra exercises and stretching. I think she likes watching me stretch because my willy is so exposed when I do. All the stretching has to be done on the front lawn facing the neighbour’s houses, always before I start work too.

During the holiday and weekends when I arrive I first take a couple of chairs and tea round to the front garden for her so she can watch and instruct. I then wait with my hands on my head facing the table until she is seated and ready. She often has a visiting neighbour, she’s becoming quite popular on the street now. So they'll have a little chat and pour their tea while she sets me off doing my warm ups, normally arm swings, jumping Jacks, hip thrusts, that sort of thing. All that bouncing about normally leaves me with a semi on full show to the street. When I'm warmed up she makes me touch my toes, but I put my palms flat on the floor now, stretch my arms and legs, she seems to like abdominal bridges and downward dogs quite a lot. She always wants me to face away from her for the toe touches and downward dogs for some reason. I think I'm doing the bridge exactly how she likes it now, because instead of pulling up on my willy to get it right she just pats it now and tells me what a good boy I am. She likes me to do the abdominal bridge between the chairs so she can check my posture easier while she’s talking across my willy to whoever is visiting.

After all the warm-ups and stretches I put those big reinforced boots on and start work, either digging or carrying depending on what's needed really. The digging was back breaking, and pretty messy work. I only have a shovel, no machinery, she says I am the machine. Obviously on school nights it's a very quick bit of stretching on the front lawn then down to work, She doesn’t make me move the table or anything.

I work hard for a couple of hours then she gives me a short break. I get to drink through a straw while I'm in the plank position. I can do a plank for well over 10 minutes now with her feet up on my back too. She tried sitting on me in a plank one day, I had no problems with it, but it took so long for her to get back up, even though I raised up to help her. She decided not to do it again. She says I’m getting a back of iron and abs of steel!

I tend to get back home between 9 and 10 in the evening on school nights, earlier in the holidays, which just gives me enough time to clean Dad's car when he’s home or massage his feet, which seems a regular thing since he discovered it at Tilly’s party. Miss Carrie then gives me a bath before sending me to bed. I’m normally so knackered I sleep immediately after she’s tucked me in. I think Mrs.Berg’s extension is going to take another couple of week still, but the lifting and carrying is getting less and less, there's definitely less bricks to carry anyway.

I said I spent most of the holidays at Mrs. Berg’s, one day Mistress Carrie arranged for me to spend a day with Slave Accessories. We had a delivery of a cart for a customer, well it was more like a chariot, but it had a seat. Mrs. Berg let me off for the day, Miss Carrie had to approve it all of course, Slave accessories went to Carrie first to request my time. I have no idea how much she was charging, I never do, but she always seems happy with what she gets paid for my work.

Jed, the shop owner, arrived at my house early in the morning with Ben, his son, who is also the shop assistant, and first took us to the mall's goods-in area where we loaded the parts for the chariot into his van before heading for the customer's house. Ben rode up front and I had to sit on the floor in the back. I'm not allowed on furniture except at a school desk, and only then I have to sit on the loincloth, so I never expected to go up front, I was just happy I wasn’t expected to run behind. When we got to the customer Jed introduced Ben to them and we cracked on with unloading before Jed left to work the shop, saying he’d collect us later.

Each part of the chariot came in a separate box, it was a nightmare to unbox each little bit before bolting it on, half the fixing were either loose in their box or taped to the box they came in, so we'd either rip the box up looking for a bolt only to find it had flung onto the grass somewhere, or study the lawn for a bolt to find it taped under a fold in the box. The buyers just sat and watched us work. Well, they mainly stared at my cock, which as usual had a mind of its own and spent a lot of time pointing straight at them. They'd give Ben drinks every now and then, the slave doesn't seem to need refreshment. I guess if it keels over you get another one perhaps? Ben shared a few gulps of his drinks with me anyway, and Jed had packed food and refreshments for both of us, so Ben told me when to drink from that supply. It's not normal to have a day as hot as this, our climate is pretty boring. Well I say boring, it rains sometimes, but that's about it. The temperature never varies much. I often wonder if we were to actually have cold seasons here whether mistress Carrie would allow me clothes or not. Probably not, she'd make me wank to keep warm or something equally as crap.

When the chariot was complete they put a load of harnesses and straps on me and tightened it all up. Ben fitted me with the tightest fitting cockring too so I was really prominent out front. He hadn’t seen me in one outside so he made me jump up and down and run about a bit so he could see my cock bouncing and wagging. He seemed to really enjoy that, and so did the customer; Mr. and Mrs. Cravis .

All three of them took quite a while getting the straps correctly on me, often they were upside down and had to be redone, or in completely the wrong place. I didn't care, it was a really nice feeling. They always brushed my skin with their hands before putting a strap on, then it was slightly tickly when they draped something over me for the first time, and reassuring when they tightened something up. This must be what it's like to wear clothes I mused to myself, it's been so long since I had any clothes on it was fun to imagine I’d never ever tried clothing.

It was kind of funny, as soon as the leather bit was in my mouth, that went on first by the way, they all kept talking to me inches from my face, all stroking my hair and kissing my head, telling me its OK and calling me a good boy, like I was going to bolt or something. It was like I was suddenly a horse. OK, you wouldn't hold and stroke a horse's cock as you spoke to it, that would just be weird, but that's just a little extra I get to marginally separate me from the animals. Not sure if I'm a higher rank or lower rank than animals if my cock is accessed so much more than theirs, but it's something to think about I guess.

Mr. and Mrs. Cravis seemed quite happy with their cart, but I must say they seemed even happier once my harnesses were clipped up to it. They both kept feeling down my body and caressing the muscles on my legs. Obviously my fully exposed willy didn’t go uncaressed, or my bottom. But I was fine with this, with all the straps on me I was now something else, I was a pulling beast and it seemed perfectly logical that everything they did to me from now on was perfectly normal for the creature I was. The creature they wanted me to be. I even made grunting and mewing noises. I have no idea where they came from but everyone instinctively understood their meanings, reciprocating by rubbing my skin, or slapping me.

I pulled Ben round the garden a few times as a test run before the customers had a go in it. It was so hard to pull, Ben whipped me a few times to get me going. My leg muscles were practically popping out and my legs were in flames. Once it got moving it was easier, but wow, was it hard. OK, it was slightly easier when Ben finally found and released the brake, but still a bit of a lump. I think it was just because it was new as each time I took off from a standing start it seemed to get easier and squeak less. Mr. Cravis found some grease in the kit that we'd missed so he squirted that into the wheel nipples, and then a bit for luck on each of my nipples which he took pleasure in rubbing in, wiping his hands clean on my bulging cock while whispering in my ear how it will be all right and what a good boy I was. After that we were shifting well.

Ben is a bit of a speed freak, he was brutal with that whip, always wanting faster, faster, faster. When we’d finished his few laps I was knackered and the Cravises hadn’t even had a chance yet. Ben asked if I wanted a drink and when I nodded he ordered me to kneel and allowed me to drink it straight from his cock. He must have been pleased with me, he’s never got his cock out in front of a customer before, he shielded it a bit but they must have seen, especially when he knelt in front of me to kiss my forehead and temple, he just left his willy poking out and I held it in my hand. The fact is he did it for me. It made me rock hard. I can't believe he had his cock out in front of customers, that must have been so embarrassing for him. It meant so much that he'd do that for my comfort, I'm sure just the thought of what he did sped me up. It's a beautiful cock too, and although his piss was warm it was really refreshing, and all the better that it came from him. I really respect Ben, I love him, he's an awesome master. I’d leap off a cliff to cushion his fall. Him or Doug.

The whole day was fun, knackering, but fun, and the whip stung like hell, but I enjoyed it and Ben told Jed how good I had been when he came to collect us. We both sat in the back of the van on the way home and Ben let me lay down with my head in his lap, I was megga tired. He stroked my head and told me how good I’d been that day, recapping on each triumph. He actually used the word ‘great’ which I liked. I just stared up at his face while he stroked me. He had a pretty good hold of my willy in the other hand too. Its so funny how people seem so comfortable to just sit and hold my willy. Dan does it at school all the time and I’ve only really been friends with him since becoming a slave. Damien and George are also quite happy holding it too now and we've been friends as long as I can remember. They wouldn’t have dreamt of touching it last year, or touching each other’s now, but if I’m laying or sitting on the mound in the school yard and they’re with me talking, you can be sure one of them will mindlessly hold it, or fiddle with it like you would a leaf or piece of straw, I don’t think theres even anything sexual in it, but it is loving. I can’t believe how much closer to people this whole slave experience has brought me.

I’m not sure which one out of the customers was supposed to be the horse when we’d left, but they asked Jed if we could return again and they’d pay. I’m guessing I’ll be the horse again if we return. They called Ben the stable boy :) I think it's because he kept asking if they had a hose so he could wash me down after all the exercise. They didn’t, but I bet next time he’ll bring a bucket and sponge so he can scrub me down in front of them.

As usual with holidays they ended far too soon and it was back to the groundhog day of humiliation. Although there have been a few small changes, after the ‘Fido’ incident I’ve made a more concerted effort to get classmates to be my proxy-owners at breaks. I call them classmates now, not colleagues as I used to. But I guess 'mate' is now over familiar for my position and I should just see them all as masters or mistresses. God I hate this slavery thing! Well, whatever, I’ve managed to find someone in most classes to own me at break times, but in the classes where I can’t, such as those where I don’t trust anyone, or those that I share with Bamber I am still at the mercy of him and Storring in the breaks that follow them. At least Kelly is talking to me again. I think she understood how sorry I was for the ‘Fido’ scene and how stupid I felt to be manipulated and controlled so completely. She said she also understands that I have some pretty scary drivers and fears with the threat of confiscation by Compliance Control always looming over me.

Doug has rescued me from Bamber and Storring a number of times now, so at least I know he still thinks of me and cares. It's so emasculating, waiting and hoping for Doug to rescue me, its kind of horny too though. Obviously Carrie and Jenny save me as well, but they tend to lead me to a girlie lion's den of nude humiliations. They held a drawing contest one day. Theres a patch of sandy soil in the school playing fields just up past the mound. They took it in turns to draw a card from a drawing game, harden me up and use my erection to draw the picture in the sand by moving my hips and forcing my dick straight down. The team that guessed the most pictures won. Any failed pic was blamed on me and they’s slap my bum as punishment, but it was all light hearted fun. I got cuddles and kissed if the picture was guessed correctly too. Forcing my dick down to draw the pictures left the base aching quite a bit though, so I hoped we wouldn’t play that too often.

Some people were happy when I asked them to own me, others wanted me to tell them what I would do for them. The problem with sitting next to someone in class with my dick on display is that they play with it as much as they like during the lesson as long as the teacher doesn’t see. This means that I have to think of something else to offer them during the break, which at the moment seems to be massages as I've just discovered all the CC info about techniques. I’ve let a few wank me off, or some want me to perform on them in secluded spots. In an attempt to cut out Storring completely I solicited myself a couple of times at the end of a lesson where I just stood in the class at the door with my loincloth on my opened palms hoping someone would take it and use me. That was deeply humiliating, especially if no one wanted me and I had to step outside where Storring was waiting. In some cases where I was owned like this it was ‘better the devil you know’ and I wished I was with Storring after all.

I make it sound bad, but there seems to be a growing number of people who just want to talk, and also some others who’ve waited outside one of my classes to own me and talk. I’m amazed how many people in school have got problems they need to get off their chests. I mean, some of these problems are horrible and I feel sad for them. No one wants my opinion which is a blessing as I’m crap at that. I think my nudity is disarming and they see me as vulnerable which kind of equates somehow to trustworthy. They gush all their problems to me often holding my willy as they do. I’ve heard myself referred to as ‘the Ear’ which is cute, better than 'the slave' or 'boner boy', which are my other names.

I just wish over the last couple of months I could have learned to keep my dick down. It's embarrassing enough having it practically on show all the time, but when it just goes up on its own that is massively humiliating. It’s worse than when being handled. I can’t look at anyone I fancy without my perv indicator waving at them, and its mostly the boys too.

There's a few people who are just happy to take me from class to Damien and George, my best friends. They still think it's funny to 'own' me, and that I have to call them 'sir'. We've been friends forever and to be honest, calling them sir isn't as annoying as I thought it would be. Nor is doing what they tell me. They know about my new found massage skills too. I was with Danien one break just laying back on my elbows and talking shit to each other when George rocked up and pressed a bare foot onto my dick. He wiggled it about and said "where's my foot massage slave bitch?" Ha! The fucker already had both shoes and socks off.

“Give it here then!” I said.

“What?” he said playfully

“Give it here then ….SIR” To be honest I can't think of anyone who deserves a footy off me more than him or Damien.

“Well you can kiss them both for your insubordination” He demanded grinning from ear to ear.

“Fucking bastard…..Sir” I said as I raised up and kissed both his feet. Anyone else would have had me mercilessly punished for talking to them like that, but he and George think this whole slave thing is more of a joke than something serious which helps me put some stuff into perspective.

I think the three of us have only ever had one major argument ever and that was years ago. Each of us against each other. It was about the depth of the lake off Lambert Street, a really stupid thing to fight over. It got pretty heated too, pointlessly threatening violence against each other, thankfully we held off the fistycuffs. When we all waded out to prove each other wrong we found the depth between the 2 stick trees in question varied so wildly we realised we were all wrong...or right, all we got from it was wet pants. We could never be bothered to argue about anything after that. We moved onto betting each other for forfeits instead. We were going through a dare phase before I went off to Clandu. Well that's fucked up now, my life is one huge dare and neither of them could ever match what I do on a daily basis. I mean last year if any of us was dared to get our cock out in public we'd probably say it was a dare too far and refuse. And here I am lying naked in the school yard, loincloth in Damien's pocket, semi on display, kissing my best mate’s feet. I wonder if I can get these 2 to play dare games when I'm free, they wouldn’t stand a chance!

Anyway, I sat up, buckled my knees and George laid down in front of me presenting his foot and I grabbed it in both hands making him moan mock-contentedly with Damien laughing beside us. Since when do boys ask for foot massages anyway? This year is just frigging weird for all of us.

Obediently

slave

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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com

To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC     Subject: Sue’s visit

boy

I’m glad Sue was able to have some fun with you. Don’t think too harshly about your master Bradley and all the stuff he knows compared to you. He and the family will always be superior to you now, you just have to accept that. Remember that he also arrived at ours a few hours earlier than you so I was able to spend some time with him to help him understand your position in life and give him some pointers. I also gave him some time to read all your emails so he was able to understand you on a more deeply personal level, and get to grips with your fears and dislikes. Its important in training to find a slave’s weaknesses for effective punishments. I find that far better than just beating, don’t you think?

Looking at how you view master Ben I feel there is some training needed before you can treat your master Brad like that. Chaining you to the lawnmower showed a lack of confidence that he needs to lose. Your mistresses Carrie, Sue and Tilly were all naturals, I'll work on Brad to increase his confidence so you'll be more glad to serve him. I'd like a happy family with everyone served equally. Elen may be a little too young still but should grow into the role in a couple of years.

Now, I think Sue needs a bit more help since she’s moved, and I believe you’re due more holiday time from school. Tilly will be on half term soon, so I guess you will be also. I’m going to ask Carrie if you can go to Sue’s for that holiday and help out. I can’t imagine its the cleanest, 4 students, 2 of which are males. I shudder to think! I don’t think Carrie will miss you as she tells me she’ll be going off to Clandu with the Lawsons again. Your father believes it’ll be unsafe to send you abroad with Mrs. Lawson as CC’s reach is far, and her job is high up in CC.

Mr. Jenkins

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