Little Sister's Slave

Little Sister's Slave 16

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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: CuteSue@Freemails.com
Subject: RE casper visit

Hi darling

Just to remind you that your little cousin Carrie's slave is coming to stay with you tomorrow for the week.

It's probably best that your housemates do not know that he was once your younger cousin, unless they already know that is.

But above all, remember he is at your service for the week so make sure you use him.

Dad.

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From: CuteSue@Freemails.com
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com Subject: casper visit

Hi Daddy.

I'll be happy to pick casper up Sunday when he arrives.
I think he'll have a nice break here as we're pretty clean, the place is immaculate, so there won't be much for him to do, he can relax while serving gently.

Love
Sue
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com; lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Subject: Visit to Sue's

Mistress and Sir

The journey to Sue’s was a little over an hour. There were no special areas for slaves, cattle or bikes on this transporter so I had to stand in a carriage. The guard said that if someone objects to sharing a carriage with me I must move out and find another area so I thanked him for the information and he carried on walking through. There were only a few people on this carriage and no one complained which was good. Maybe this was because I’m not allowed on the transporter furniture giving them an uninterrupted view straight down the aisle of my naked cock for the whole journey. As the transporter lightly rocked us it caused my dick to gently swing leading to the inevitable rise. I know I should be used to this by now, but slowly getting a boner in front of a bunch of strangers still embarrasses me, especially as they watch it to see how high it will go before it drops again all in slow motion. Will it point straight up, will it only get to semi? Will it drop and never come up again, will it get stuck at high-noon?...all good discussion points or states to lay bets on.

I always get a slight panic that comes with the sense of inevitability as I feel its weight shift to the underside of its base, then I realise it's no longer touching my legs and know the rise is underway. It's always the same routine, I glance down to see it lifting slowly, then I look up to see who’s noticed it, realise everyone has, go bright red, then shrink a little inside myself as my dick starts to point. My dignity shrinks as my dick grows, like some kind of self-respect see-saw. Its a slow humiliation torture and its the same every time I’m on public transport, and it never gets any easier!

A couple were discussing it, I could hear them. They had bets on how high it would get before it deflated or before I stormed out from embarrassment. The girlfriend kept feeling between his legs to see if he was getting the same reactions. “Get off!” he kept laughing at her “I don’t get coachman’s knob, so leave it alone!”
“What?” She laughed
“Coachman’s knob….You know, the medieval coach driver would always arrive with a hard-on because of the rocking of the stagecoach….its called coachman’s knob. He’s got it bad though look” He explained pointing at me, and sure enough I rose further, but I think this time it was more to do with nervous energy from their observations. I passed the semi stage this time though, and to my horror felt my dick start to brush against my stomach.
“Have you got a seam up the underside of yours?” she asked
“Haven’t you noticed? I mean you look at it enough”
“I’ve not thought of looking underneath it. It's a funny place to have a seam” she continued “Do you reckon the whole of a boy’s guts are rammed into his body through his cock before it's sewn up?” she giggled “That’s why you keep touching it all the time, you’re worried it’ll split and all your stuffing will fall out through it?”
“Er...I...what's wrong with your head” he laughed back at her. “We’re not like teddy bears, and I don’t keep touching my dick”
“Yeah you do!” she retorted.
I tried not to listen to any more, I was scared I’d laugh at them then get into trouble for listening, I was also getting a bit shy about the fact that a complete stranger had not only witnessed my full erection, but been able to see the underside of my cock. It's an odd issue to have, but until she admitted to not noticing her boyfriend’s ‘seam’ I hadn’t realised how super private my ‘seam’ was. Now she’s seen it, it was like losing something special.

Fairly soon we arrived at Sue’s stop and I got off leaving the lovebirds to their musings and the rest of their journey. The girl tapped on the window and waved to me, I smiled and waved back. She was saying something and pointing to my dick, but I didn’t catch it as the transporter was already leaving so I just stood and waved. I watched at the back of the transporter as it sped silently away leaving me alone and naked in this strange town. Next the scary bit of leaving the transport hub and stepping into a new area nude and alone, and trying to find Sue’s house with the directions that mistress Carrie had kindly given me.

Slave

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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Subject: Visit to Sue's

Mistress

Thank you for writing the directions to Sue's on me. After leaving the transport hub I was easily able to navigate to Sue's house and even I couldn't lose the instructions.

As soon as my dick became hard on the street it was very easy to read the instructions laid out in front of me. A very clever plan of your's miss, even though I find it very humiliating getting hard on the street. But I think you know that anyway.

Slave

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From:lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
To:Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: RE Visit to Sue's

Slave

Of course I know how humiliated you get when your naked peenie is hard in public. I've told you before, little boys like you have a peenie not a dick. Dicks are on big boys like Doug.

I've seen the pained sheepish look on your face when strangers stare and point at your erect peenie bobbing about in front of you, or better still when its pressing its self against your stomach. Why do you think I sent you out like it? I hope it helps you remember who's boss. I love seeing people stroke it, like my friends. You always look st sweet in your adorable discomfort. I've often wondered, do you also feel the same amount of humiliation when people see your bottom ring?

Noe, remember to be on your best behaviour for my cousin Sue. She'll be your boss now this week.

This is our way to show how well you've been trained so do not let me down! Otherwise I'll see to it that you are punished, and you'll be receiving more than just public erections!

Mistress Carrie
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From:Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Subject: RE Visit to Sue's

Yes miss. Every bit of nudity is crushingly humiliating at all times. When you make me touch my toes and I feel the air on my rosebud I know people can look straight at it. That always makes me feel massively degraded. Esprcially when they are seeing a part of my body that I can't.
I often wonder why miss Jenny likes to bend me over and run her fingers round the rim of my hole.

I would love to be allowed clothes again. To hide my peenie from view. Everyone has seen me naked and I've not seen anyone else, it seems so unfair. Even in PE the boys make me face the wall when they get changed for their showers now. I'm sure it's to maintain an imbalance and not just so they can towel whip me. or dribble their shampoo on me.
I'll do anything if you let me have clothes again ma'am, for keeps, not just for a couple of hours. Please ma'am.

Your most obedient slave
Casper
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From:lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
To:Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: RE Visit to Sue's

This is not a discussion. You will be as exposed as I want you to be, and you have no right asking! And you will do anything anyway as you are my slave. You have no bartering position, period! You are mine to do with as I please.

I see you are already getting ideas above your station. I will not tolerate you capitalising your name again. Its casper with a little c.

We may have to consider further lessons in who's boss when you return.

Now get on and Serve Sue this week and be a good boy!

Your Mistress, not to be questioned.

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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: Visit to Sue's

Sir

I immediately realised that this task would be harder than I thought as the transport hub has an exit on both sides of the road. This meant that the first instruction "hub" followed by a left arrow would lead in opposite directions depending which exit I used. I just had to take a gamble! I took a deep breath, turned left and started walking. I hate my cock being on show to the world, I know from bitter experience that I have to make my predicament look natural. If I try to cover myself I'm seen as a weak target and the awkwardness that conveys attracts more attention than if I pretend that nudity is normal. Quite how a naked boy who's not allowed to defend himself can be seen as anything other than weak I don't know, but my faux-confidence seems to reduce the number of curious hands pawing at me. As you know it is illegal to interfere with someone else's property, including slaves, but who do the Authorities believe? Not the slave, that's for sure, so there's always someone wanting a fiddle as I walk. I just smile and hope they go away before I get too hard, cum, or worse still, get stolen by them. Slaves don’t get kidnapped, we’re property. We get stolen, like a bicycle, or a jacket.

Walking about naked in an unfamiliar town on my own was very daunting, especially as I wasn't sure just how lost I was getting. I kept telling myself that this was just the same as walking to work, but it wasn’t, it was totally different. At home I know how long I need to walk before seeing each landmark, here, there were no signs that I was getting anything right and no recognisable landmarks.

Sue's instructions, passed to me via Carrie were 1st left, 2nd right- type instructions. There wasn't much space for detail as Mistress Carrie wrote them on the shaft of my willy before I left the house just as she inspected my luggage and my body.
"Where's the fuck-scrubbing brush? Go and get it stupid, how can you forget that?" she said after I gave her my bag to check. I apologised and ran to get it. "Where's your toothbrush? Are you a complete moron?" I ran upstairs and got that. As I got back to her she was slipping the hard-on hoopla rings into my bag. She likes to play that sometimes when her friends come over, I guess she thought Sue might like to play it too. "Let's check you're ready to go then shall we?" This is the bit I hate most, and she always does it on the doorstep in full view of the neighbours. I raised my arms and she checked my armpits, the underside of my cock and balls then pulled back my foreskin to inspect that. I don't know why she’s checking it, she washed it all in the first place.

Earlier this morning she made an unusual point of making me step out of the shower so she could scrub me down. I didn't know whether it was because I was going to Sue's or just because a new friend of hers stayed over last night and wanted to “soap me up” as she put it, while watching from the doorway. Clearly helping Carrie to wash me in the bath last night was not enough for her friend, she wanted to do it all over again out of the shower. I wouldn't have minded so much if she hadn't sent me downstairs to make them coffee part way through, all soaped and dripping, I was scared to touch any of the electric appliances.

My morning shower is normally my domain, apart from having to leave the door open I'm generally left to get on with it, unlike my night time bath which is always given to me by miss Carrie and anyone else who wants to be present.

I still struggle with the fact that Mistress Carrie was my little sister, 3 years younger, and now she basically owns me, using me to entertain her friends in the most degrading ways she can. When I'm free I'm definitely closing the bathroom door when I'm in there. That's something I'm not allowed to do at the moment, causing this endless embarrassing and infantilizing torment. They played with me for so long in the bath last night the soap dried in my hair and the water went cold.

"Remember to do everything Sue tells you” she instructed on the doorstep. “Turn and bend” I turned and touched my toes while she checked my hole was clean. "OK. Turn back" when facing her she squeezed my willy and told me to have a good time and be good. "Remember, do everything you're told." she repeated slowly and purposefully as she stepped back inside and slammed the door in my face. I've never felt so apprehensive as I did that moment. I was about to navigate a totally new domain on my own as a slave completely naked. The only brightness was my excitement of seeing Sue again. It took me a few seconds of staring at the door before I plucked up the courage to turn so that my naked cock was facing the street. The apprehension of the new domain seemed to have bled into my confidence there in familiar territory, leaving me like a stunned rabbit on the doorstep. But that was history, and now I’m in Sue’s domain with my confidence seeming to shrink further. I needed to get a grip and get to Sue’s house and off the streets.

These directions were pretty crap; no road names, no landmarks, no nothing!! Just arrows scrawled onto my cock. To cap it all I can't check them without looking like I'm playing with myself, which in itself made me semi hard again. It was like a blind-man's cane waving out my path. Nervous erections are the worst, if it ever deflates it will be back again in minutes, but at least poking out in front made the instructions easier to glance at. No matter how easy they now were to see they just confused me and really I needed to ask the way. I had Sue's Road name to ask for, but slaves shouldn't approach a citizen. I certainly can't approach one with this erection poking out.

I picked my moment when it had gone down, crossed my fingers and asked a few people the way. Some just scowelled, some scrutinised my directions first, as an excuse to fondle me then say they didn't know and some just slapped me and threatened to report me. Thankfully no one blipped my collar, as that would have meant big trouble for me, having only been blipped last week by that bloke in the mall, the punishment scars were still fresh on my back and still a bit painful. For the discretion I supposedly caused, I think the punishment was well over the top.

Eventually I found someone to help. I bowed to this kindly looking old lady. "P-please ma'am I'm lost can you help?" I asked cautiously. She put her two shopping bags down and asked me where I was heading.
"Oh that's lucky dear, I'm just going that way." She said kindly, nodding in my direction. "You take my bags and we'll be there in no time" So I picked them up, adding them to my own meagre 'luggage' and followed on. Unfortunately I had no need for clothing luggage, which was actually a blessing in this case, just a bag of cleaning stuff, oh and the hoops.

As we walked she explained about the town and how long she'd lived there through all the changes. She was very sweet. "Well, here we are at my road, give those here sweetie." She said reaching out for the bags, just after giving my dick a thank-you squeeze.
I handed over the bags "Please ma'am which way to Kipping Street from here?" I enquired softly.
"Oh I Don't know it's up the other end of town somewhere...thanks for carrying my shopping though, now fuck off!" she snarled like a full moon had just transformed her. "And get some pants on you fucking pervert!" she yelled breathlessly through a barrage of spittle as I hurried away, drawing further attention to me and my semi.

I headed back toward the transport hub as best and quickly as I could and decided to head in the other direction, remembering to read them backwards and reversed as that would have been Miss Carrie's perspective when she scrawled them.

It was rush hour and I found myself walking against the flow. People were bustling me, brushing past me and groping me under cover of the crowd, it was deeply uncomfortable and seemed never ending. Once clear of the hub I thankfully popped out of the rush hour bubble and back into comparative tranquility, but still unsure I was heading in the right direction.

My big break came, however, when I hit a park, I was to walk straight across it. Well at least that's one landmark and it matched the directions. At last I was on the right track...I hoped. I exited the park and three more turns brought me to Kipping Street, I almost whooped when I saw the sign, and to my relief I found myself outside Sue's house.

slave
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com; lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Subject: RE Visit to Sue's

Mistress and Sir

Outside Sue's house I tentatively knocked at the door and a lad opened it. "Sue, your slave has arrived" He called into the house. “And he’s stark bollock naked…” He added with a sort of dis-interested tone “Just saying...” he added further in his monotone call. Sue bounded up to the door. "casper!" she practically sang excitedly and gave me a great big hug. "That's the greeting done" she said sternly as she stepped back "Where the hell have you been? You're late!" She didn't give me a chance to answer "Thats not how your mistress taught you to greet people is it? Get down and greet me properly" I got down on my hands and knees and kissed her feet. "This is my boyfriend Jack." I kissed his feet. "In!" She demanded "...crawling" she said slowly as she closed the door behind me and I crawled into the lounge, directed by Sue, and hurried by her foot on my backside, my dick swinging wildly as I shuffled. In the lounge there were 3 other people. "This is Kay" I crawled over and kissed her feet. "She lives here…. Barny, her friend, he doesn't live here" I crawled all the way back to a seat by the door for his feet "And over by Kay is Charlie, he's letting you sleep on the floor in his room" I crawled all the way back across the room again to kiss Charlie's feet.
"Hold on, let's do this properly" He said, whipping off his socks. I kissed the tops of his feet, then he lifted them and I shifted to a kneel to kiss his soles. "Don't stop, keep going. Nice cock on him" he chimed as my semi plopped onto my thigh.
"Yes I know” Sue replied “It looks bigger than the last time I saw it. His sist..- erm- Mistress said he’s still growing, she’s been measuring it. While he's here he's ours, so you can get more acquainted with his ever-growing willy if you want, and get him to do anything you fancy too. I think we should get him cleaning and cooking first though." Sue said as I continued to kiss and lick Charlie's feet.
He put his feet down and mushed my cock with them. "What's in the bag boy?" He asked. I opened the bag and laid out my cleaning gear. "He's come prepared, he must know you well Sue, you dirty bitch!" He said to a coy reciprocating giggle. "You'll never get this strap round your wrist boy" He said waving my cock brush.
“Oh good” Sue chipped in “Carrie made you bring it…good..the strap goes on his willy charlie” she instructed. He gave me a little extra pump and fitted the brush on me. I was practically hard already, what with Charlie's feet playing with it. "My dad made it for him. It's so he can scrub the floors"
"Nice! Let's see how it's done then, scrub my leg" Charlie demanded as he took down his trousers. I started fuck-scrubbing his leg while he ruffled my hair"
"He looks a happy little soul, how has your family managed to get a slave? You don't seem that rich" Barny asked.
"Well, as I told this lot yesterday, the family have known this boy practically all his life, but when he became a bit wayward and feral we rescued him from the Authority's clutches. He's legally our slave now. Well, my little cousin's slave really, we practically rescued him from oblivion. He's actually registered to her but we all get to use him. Got to keep on top of him though, he’s inexperienced so needs regular punishment."
Jack removed his trousers and sat down. "Let's have a go. Scrub my leg" I crawled over to him and mounted his leg. "Interesting, but maybe a bit painful" He said with a hand on my head to stop me. "What's it like without the brush?" He mused as he released the straps and pulled my dick out of the fuck-brush. He pressed my dick against his leg and rubbed the back of my head. "Off you go then boy" I slowly fucked his leg "that's nice…"
"But why is he naked? “ Barny enquired “I've never seen a naked slave before. I mean, no one ever walks about naked, even in changing rooms, even shorts come below the knee. Not everyone is as much of an exhibitionist as your boyfriend, put your knees away!" He quipped to Jack and Charlie, both in their boxer shorts "Why so much flesh? It must be painfully humiliating for him".
"This was part of his original punishment, but he gets so naughty when he wears clothes this is the only way to keep him in his place and fully control him" Sue half lied. "He thrives with humiliation. We're doing him a kindness really." I could practically hear the smirk on her face "Now casper, stand up in the middle of the room with your arms out wide and turn around so everyone can take a good look at you. You want to be recognised later don't you?" I did what Sue said and slowly showed off my body and privates to the room. To make it worse, all that leg fucking left me with a full boner. My first encounter with all these people and they've already seen me hard. I just wanted to shrivel into nothing. I noticed Jack was hard in his briefs too though, but no one spotted that, they were all gawking at the naked boy in the middle of the room.
"He's well ripped, what do they have him doing all the time?" Kay asked
"No idea! Call him over to you, have a closer look and a feel, get to know him. All of him!" Sue encouraged and Kay called me over. I looked at Sue for approval and she nodded. Kay instructed me to kneel. She felt my stomach and bottom, and winced as she ran a finger over the scars on my back. In practically no time she was onto my balls and cock.
Stroking my hair she said "he's very pretty! I like this one, you chose well, we're going to have lots of fun this week." she moved back to scrutinise my erection. "I like foreskins. They're such funny things, like a willy bobble hat, this one's popped out though like a tortoise head. Hello" she pulled the foreskin forward hiding my dome, then pulled it back again re-revealing the top of my helmet "hello!" She repeated to chuckles from around the room. This repeated about 4 times, each with accompanying giggles. When she finished playing peekaboo with it she tapped the tip of my helmet which was left poking out, then slowly ran the sheath up and down my shaft a few more times with her nose buried in my hair. “He really is cute” she said quietly.
"Go round the room now casper, give everyone a good look and feel" Sue ordered and I visited each person and allowed them to feel me, finger me, lick me, rub me and smell me. Not once did Sue mention that I was actually her younger cousin, that we were related, that my mistress was my little sister, that I was once a normal boy just like the ones in the room, that all the slavery was an accident with the wrong photobooth, that I’m naked just because my little sister wants me to be. I wonder if they'd have been as touchy-feely if they'd known I was just cousin Scott over on a visit for the week. "Come here" Sue said with open arms. When I got to her she hugged me and gave me a big kiss “I love you little one.” She said holding my balls. "Now, go and find the kitchen and make us all coffee my lovely little pup"

It wasn't hard to find the kitchen, and judging by the lifeforms growing in the three mugs behind the sink every visitor in the galaxy had already found it and taken up residence. I think I'm going to have my work cut out here uncle Jim sir. I know they are mostly biology students, but creating new life is some other skill I didn't think they taught in university. I'll get it clean for them while they're out at lectures, don’t worry uncle Jim sir.

I made the coffees and took them into the lounge, handing each one out as instructed. Sue called me over to sit at her feet. She stroked my head while drinking her coffee and continued talking to the others. She paused for a couple of seconds to tell me to open my legs to give everyone a good view of junk, which I reluctantly did but without question. She clipped me round the ear and told me never to hide it again as it wasn’t mine. They all talked and watched my willy as she rolled it and jiggled it with her feet.

“I’ve got to go soon” said Barny
“Oh yes, I forgot you lot were going out” Jack said “Sue, get him to give our guest a show before they all leave us.”
“OK sweetie” Sue said into my ear "put a topping on this” she continued, handing me a biscuit and pumping my cock as a demonstration. I didn’t think Sue would make me do stuff like this, but a command is a command. I settled back against her legs and started to wank. Jack moved a foot over my leg and pressed it against my balls as I worked. It didn’t take long, as embarrassing as this was I was getting quite excited by the whole scenario anyway. I entered my orgasmic throes, as Sue stroked and kissed my head more. I held my breath and then let it out slowly as I gushed 4 squirts into the air, landing mostly on Jack’s foot.
“Oh you dirty little bastard" Jack said “now lick that off me” I knelt in my post coital fugg and started to lick his foot. My dick hanging limply down trailing a few sticky strings. The biscuit lay next to me on the floor suitably covered and slowly softening.
Eventually Barny got up to leave, stroking a finger against my exposed hole as he went out. Charlie and Kay also got up to leave. "We don't waste food in this house. Eat it boy" Charlie ordered, pointing at the biscuit. I looked at the soggy snack and with a deep breath lifted it up and put it in my mouth. I've always hated these biscuits, old people buy them and they're as dry as a desert, except this time. Maybe they were designed for cumming on. Those dirty old buggers, so that's what happens in retirement homes.
After watching me eat the biscuit Charlie and Kay walked out leaving just Sue, Jack and myself in the house.
“That was fucking horny” Jack said “Come on” and he dragged Sue upstairs leaving me alone in the lounge. I sat back against the sofa and tried to make sense of what just happened, slowly playing with my dick and trying to suck the salty taste of my own cum off of my teeth.

No more than 10 minutes after they went upstairs Sue and Jack came back down “Jeeez Jack, can’t you last it out a bit longer than that? I mean weeks of nothing then you go off like a firework in 3 minutes flat every day for a week” Sue complained “Its like the day you found out casper was coming and I showed you his picture you got over your blockage and went into overdrive”
“I’m sorry babe, I’ve just been so horny, its like I’m at the top of my sex cycle now. But it's a good thing its now all working though isn’t it?”
“Yea, but it's far too quick”
“I’ve got an idea though” Jack said to a now inquisitive Sue “Next time either of us wants sex, I take him upstairs and he can, you know” doing wank movements with his hand “Give me a first cum, then when I get to you it’ll be a nice long session, but we'll know I’m working fine and ready to cum again for you”
“Why don’t I just wank you first?” Sue said
“Yea, but that will kind of end up being the sex then, won't it. And it'll be like seeing behind the curtain. I mean, why not fully utilise your slave eh?”
“OK, try it a couple of times OK?” Sue relented, slightly puzzled.
“Good, you won’t be sorry” he told her, squeezing my dick. “Shall we show him his present?”
“Yes, OK let's take him out to show him off” Sue said excitedly as Jack popped out of the room. He returned with a pink collar cover, pink lead, a pink ball gag and a to my utter delight, a black suit.

“Well, put it on then” Sue urged, looking at the suit. I think we deserve a butler here at Sue’s manor.” they both giggled at the ‘Manor’.

I eagerly put on the shirt, it was a little tight round the chest, but it looked better slightly stretched, a then picked up the trousers. Predicting my thoughts Sue saud “no pants, you’ll have to go commando” I didn’t care, I was going to be covered. I pulled the trousers up, and stood for a second letting my willy sway, rubbed by the fabric. “Its only a cheepie from the charity shop” she said, but again I didn’t care, I was covered, that was all I was interested in. Maybe I can go home like this and Miss Carrie will see how good I look as a butler, and let me be like Eetu, he’s the most dapper slave I’ve ever met. Sue put the tie round my neck and started tying the knot. I knew how to do this, but this was nicer. “Such a handsome butler” she said as she passed me the jacket which I put on. “Here’s something else” she said as she produced a bowler hat from behind her back grinning at her clever find.
I forgot myself and let out a “Woooooow” as I excitedly took it off her. My remark appeared to have been overlooked and forgiven instantly as my outburst went unmentioned.
“Well, go look in the mirror” Jack prompted and I rushed into the hall in my new clothing, safe and secure. You know, I’m not a complete idiot, I’d only just had a set of birthday clothes cut from me less than a week ago, so I know this could be temporary, and just a cruel game, but there could be that time where I get to keep some dignity, you know? And this is Sue, she looks out for me.

I was so pleased when I looked at myself in the mirror, the suit fitted pretty well and I was pleased to see how my chest actually looked in clothes. I wasn’t sure about the bowler hat at first, but after I’d set my fringe well coming out of it it was pretty neat. My collar looked really good bobbing above the shirt collar too, with its gold/silver hue, a bit like a halo that had dropped. OK its not going to look so good once they put that stupid pink cover on, but who cares, my cock is now my own.

We set out on a walk round the park with me walking a few paces behind Mistress Sue and Master Jack. I carried a tray with a couple of cans of drink on. They seemed to strut like they suddenly felt important with their butler, and I strutted because I felt important as a butler. The ball gag in my mouth took the shine off it, but at least no one could tell if I was hard or not. I was hard, man was I hard, being out in public covered up was so exciting, and my dick was pressing my trousers out, but so what! No one could see my actual cock and it was amazing. They showed me the main points in the park, one of them they wanted me to remember was the bandstand, it was easy to find, a kind of right turn on the inner path, easy!

Pretty soon, with all the excitement of having their butler, both Sue and Jack became horny again and we headed for home. Once inside they agreed to try the rules from earlier and Jack took me to their room. He told me to make him cum, so I opened his trousers and removed his penis. It was a nice one, not big, but still perfectly formed. I was nervous about removing his trousers as I know how modest people are, and how shocked they are to be seen naked, but he simply pulled them down along with his pants. “Pull me off” he ordered, he was already hard before I started, so there was very little effort needed, I simply took hold and started pumping, I picked a pumping style that I liked best from when the girls wank me at school. He stared down at me on my knees and stroked my head as I worked. His breathing slowed, his body tightened, and he came. It all took about 2 minutes,straight into my face. No wonder Sue thinks he's too quick. “Thank you slave. Send Sue up and start dinner for 2 of us”

I went downstairs and announced to mistress Sue that he was ready and went to look for food in the freezer. I prepared enough food for myself as well, or I wouldn’t have made it through the evening, however they didn’t re-emerge from the bedroom so I ate mine, set theirs aside and eventually went to bed on the floor in the lounge. I removed my clothes and hung them up rendering myself naked again, I found a spot behind the sofa which was pretty secluded, and went to sleep. I didn't hear the others come home, and they didn’t try to wake me, but the next morning I found a moustache drawn on my face and another on my willy, I must have been so tired to sleep through that.

The next morning was a buzz of activity over breakfast. Luckily I was up early enough to serve each person as they entered the kitchen, and clean up after them, but they pretty much all hit the kitchen at the same time. As Charlie entered, clearly hungover, he grabbed me round the waist giving me a big sloppy kiss and said that he’d forgotten I was here, looking much brighter at the thought. He tweaked my tie and told me how smart I looked to a chorus of agreement and approval. I felt different in the suit. More controlled I think. A greater formality maybe? I know my back seemed straighter for some reason.

It seemed that as sudden as all the breakfast activity had started I just as suddenly found myself alone so I started to plan my menu for the week. I included meals, treats and nibbles and also made a cleaning plan for the house.

The oven had to come first, there's no way I'd put food into that thing like it was. I stripped to protect my new suit. I really like having a butler's suit and hope it can continue when I get home. I will be very good if i can have clothes, it would also be nice to have a pinny to keep the suit clean as i work.

I scrubbed the kitchen removing all offensive lifeform cultures in the unwashed mugs before hitting the other rooms with a plan to return to the oven after it had soaked. By mid afternoon I dressed and went out to buy the food for the week and returned to strip and start vacuuming, finally finish the oven and scrub the kitchen floor with my cock-brush. I haven’t had a chance for meaningful exercise, so fuck-scrubbing gave me a good core workout.

By the time anyone got home the place was transformed and I was part way through mixing a chocolate cake for treats. Charlie was the first one home, he was earlier than I had expected, so I still hadn't dressed. He sounded impressed as he entered, he called out and I responded that I was the only one home. He met me in the kitchen and almost told me what a great job I’d done before regaining some composure and pretending nothing was worth noticing.

He asked what I was mixing. I told him and he took the bowl, put his finger in the mix and tasted it. “More chocolate!” he ordered, turning the bowl over and pressing it onto my head. A few large dollops fell onto the clean floor. With the bowl still on my head he scraped his hand around the inside and rubbed a dollop onto my dick, massaging it in until I was hard.
“I’m sorry sir, please can I remove the bowl, wash it and make a better mix?”
“Do that” he said, watching me closely as I lifted the bowl releasing more gloop onto my head. I chose not to wash myself, I simply rubbed in any mixture still on me and cleaned up the bowl.

I prepared a new mix, while he stood behind me rubbing the old mix all over my head and body, paying special attention to my now very hard willy. He tasted the new one and compared it with the taste of the old one by licking my body then allowed me to bake the new mix. “Good boy” he said, plopping into a chair and presenting me with his feet. I knelt down, removed his shoes and massaged his feet. None of these people could be much more than 2 years older than me, so foot massages couldn’t have been a necessity for any of them. But whatever, it earned me a kiss on the lips and he licked my ‘chocolate stick’ as he called it. He even said that he’d give me my bath this evening. They obviously all know about the evening bath my mistress gives me every night. I guessed Miss Sue had told them the full goings-on in depth before I arrived.

Jack was the next home, and said Sue won’t be long and he wanted to surprise her by being ready for sex, so with Charlie still in the kitchen he presented me with his cock and told me to suck it. Again, by the time I’d knelt down he was already rock hard and ready for my action. I began sucking to the sound of the cake mix being squelched in my hair, his breathing changed, he tensed and I swallowed his cum. “Thank you sir” I said. I can't believe what a super-quick non-event it was, but Jack seemed to enjoy it. Afterwards I tended to my cake and fixed some of the mess on the floor. It seemed almost pointless considering the state I was in, everywhere I went I made more mess with my mucky feet and dollops still dropping off me. I asked if I could wash and Charlie slapped my bottom for being so presumptuous, then helped me ‘dry’ myself by mixing flour into the mess on my head and body. All this was going onto the floor that I’d spent over an hour fuck-scrubbing, and to cap it all the work tops were now also becoming caked in….well, cake.

By the time Sue arrived it looked like I hadn’t done any cleaning in the kitchen at all which she paddled me for, I had to stand in the middle of the kitchen and touch my toes as she said I was too mucky to put over her lap. She didn't notice the rest of the house, or chose not to notice it. I served dinner naked and while they ate I tried to clean up the mess, still caked in it myself. I had a small bite to eat before they arrived, and had been sampling dinner while it cooked, so I didn't need to eat. I was confined to the kitchen until it was time for my bath and bed. Jack and Sue never did go for sex that evening, but Charlie spent a great deal of time washing me in the bath, sucking me, playing with me and keeping me on edge. Jack and Sue also came into the bathroom to talk with Charlie while he washed and played with me. At bedtime he pulled me off the floor and into his bed to sleep with him for the night. It was all very enjoyable, he was very relaxed and very gentle with me.

cas
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To:lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Subject: RE Visit to Sue's

Today started in the same way as before, well kind of. As soon as Mistress Sue got to the kitchen she asked me why Jack’s dick tasted like chocolate cake last night. I said I didn’t know but I don’t think she believed me. She opened my fly and squeezed my balls and said she was watching me. I don’t think she likes Jack playing with me, and blames me for his transgressions.

slave
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From:CuteSue@Freemails.com
To:lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Subject: RE Visit to Sue's

Hi Carrie

I hope the holiday is going well. I see what you mean about casper needing a lot of control. You should see what he did to our kitchen yesterday, he covered himself in chocolate and smeared it all over the place. He wasn't even wearing that butler suit I got for either him when I got home. Though to be honest I do prefer him naked, he is such a beautiful slave.

To cap it all I think he's already started an affair with my boyfriend! Neither of them will say anything but there were definite signs on Jack that casper had been playing with him.

Sue

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From:lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
To: CuteSue@Freemails.com
Subject: RE Visit to Sue's

Hi Sue

The holiday is going great thanks, but we alliss casper. I'm not sure if we miss him or miss the fun we can have with him. I just remember seeing his willy flapping about in the town square, and how embarrassed he looked by it. Doug definitely misses him for himself, he's been moping about like a love lost puppy. We've been trying to convince Doug to be our slave but he's having none of it. He won't even let us see him in the bath. Even Yurgen can't cheer him up, although Yurgen seemed disappointed we didn't have our slave with us.

Well, casper playing up is what I was worried about, and I guess part of the test in sendimg him to you. At the end of the day he is just a slave and unfortunately he is a very naughty one. I recommend you continue with the program you set out for me originally. I know you like to be nice to him and that's probably why you're his favorite, but as soon as you take away just a tiny bit of the humiliation therapy he goes off the rails.

Psychology is your area so I'll let you decide how best to treat him. But seriously, naked humiliation and infantilising therapy as you prescribed at the start are the way to go with that boy. Your treatment plan has got us where we are so far, you're a genius and i'd have never survived this without you.

As requested I've forwarded a copy of his last email.

Cazza

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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: RE visit to Sue's

I think you are mistaken about the state of Sue's home. My daughter would not live in squalor like you described. Be careful what kind of picture you paint.

Now, I expect you to treat her with the utmost respect and ensure she is the highest rank out of all the people there.

Mr. Jenkins
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE visit to Sue's

Yes sir, sorry, you are right I was thinking about a completely different house and at no point did I get stuck to Sue's kitchen floor.

I'm trying to be as good as I can. I like that I am clothed and have the chance to be a butler. I think I can really shine as a clothed butler and would even consider serving master Brad if I can be a clothed butler.

slave
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE visit to Sue's

You are not in a position to 'consider' anything. If we tell you to serve young master Bradley as his personal slave that's exactly what you will do. You have no say in the matter. That also goes for whether he allows you to wear clothing or not.

It's vital for these young adult's confidence and self respect that they all get a chance to use the family slave as their own.

Mr. Jenkins

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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com; lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Subject: RE Visit to Sue's

Sir and Mistress

Sue was the first to leave this morning, she told me to collect some clothes from the dry cleaners at exactly 3PM and to thoroughly check it. “They always take the piss, so be firm with them and knock off money if its not perfect. I’m counting on you casper. Be robust, and whatever you do, don’t pay the full amount” she said. I guess now that I'm wearing my suit it will be easier for me to stand up for myself, but it's not something I was looking forward to.

As soon as everyone had left I hit the bathroom doing the best I could with the stained bath. I didn't have the gear to do a really a good job and had no idea where to get sticks of dynamite to shift the scum lines so did the best I could with the fuck-brush. All too soon it was time to go to the dry-cleaners.

It's such an amazing feeling strutting down the street wearing clothes. I looked at myself in the windows, and felt the fabric on me. It was fantastic. I left earlier than I should for the dry-cleaner just so I could walk around the park for a bit and show off my clothing. To be honest, I was a bit apprehensive about being ‘robust’. It's been so long since I’ve been allowed to talk, having a difficult conversation was going to be, well, extremely difficult. What if they blip me because they think I’m rude. I must have to be able to defend my mistress in these situations somehow, I guess I’m going to find out.

I waited outside the shop for a moment or two and checked my suit was straight. I was going to try and be like a butler and try to act a little superior to put them off guard. I was just hoping that the washing would be OK. With a final deep breath I walked in and breezed upto the counter. There were 2 girls about Sue’s age, and another 3 about 13 or so, I guess they were doing holiday jobs. I handed over the ticket and kept my back really straight and tried to be a bit authoritative, guessing there was likely to be a problem.

One of the younger girls, a pretty girl with jet black hair, swished the clothes onto the counter and told me how much the job was. I had no idea what I was supposed to be collecting, but checked it anyway. Immediately I noticed the front had a massive stain, no way had it been cleaned, so I pointed it out. One of the older girls joined and they tried to discuss the difficulties of stains, but I was pretty firm. I insisted on a reduction in the fee. The discussion slowly became heated and the other older girl joined and pressed their point further. I was having none of it. I stood firm, and held my ground, but I was respectful and didn’t raise my voice or lose my temper. I felt incredibly confident, “I know a thing about stains myself” I told them. I do, when your cleaning outcomes can result in painful punishment you soon learn how to deal with stains. For the past 6 months or so the few words I’ve been allowed to speak have had to be measured and impactful, so now given the opportunity to debate a point I have been able to succinctly put forward short simple arguments none of these girls could counter. A few customers had backed up behind me too, waiting and listening to our verbal sparring. One rather large, stuffy looking woman was getting a little irritated that I wouldn’t just go away.

Eventually the girls relented and gave me the job for free. I felt pretty good with myself, I was on fire, I felt invincible. I looked round at the awkward old lady with my most victorious expression, it probably just looked smug, but then again I’d earned a bit of smugness. The girls on the other hand looked defeated and deflated. I signed for the order and just as I was about to remove the clothes from the counter one of the younger girls came over to the counter. “Are you casper, slave of Sue Jenkins?” she asked, it wasn't fully true as I'm actually Carrie's slave, but while visiting Sue I guess I'm hers.
“Yes, I responded” Still pretty smug and a little superior while the others looked on.
“I have a message here from your mistress."
"Thank you ma'am" I said confidently and waited for the message.
"You are to get YOUR clothes dry-cleaned today” she said with a little grin.
“I only have these” I said quietly, slowly melting.
“Your mistress said All your clothes must be dry-cleaned when you pick up hers. And you've just picked hers up” The girl embellished staring defiantly into my face. I heard a grunt-titter in the background behind the counter. I could feel my lofty position in threat, that familiar hot flush running up the back of my neck to my head. Then the all too familiar buzzing noise started in my ears.
“Now?” I asked, voice a little broken.
“Now!” The young girl practically ordered as she stepped around the counter and stood next to me with her hand out. I took a large swallow and handed her my tie before unbuttoning my jacket and handing her that too. I paused again for a moment while I considered my deflating ego, hoping that someone woukd stop this chirade. “Shirt as well” she added as she gently bustled me to the large full sized window. The large lady's hurry seemed to dissipate as she looked on in delight while I removed the shirt and handed it over. “And now give me your trousers” she said with her hand out.
“I haven’t got any pants on under” I said softly and quietly. Hoping it would change the script.
“Everything!” she repeated unmoved. I gave a long blink and a hard swallow as I undid the trouser fastenings. The shop fell silent, I could hear the shuffling of the spectators adjusting their views, then let my trousers drop to the ground. Once again revealing my most private appendages to the world. The girl very quickly crouched to retrieve the trousers before I could do it, I could feel her breath on my dick as her head hovered inches away while I stepped out of each leg and over the waist line.

You know, clothing is highly addictive, once you start to wear it it's like no other state existed. I felt so well protected in the layers of my suit, it was like armour, now it's gone. I feel exposed and disadvantaged. I’ve only had clothes for 2 days but this slap in the face of my dignity feels like the first time I’ve ever been stripped in front of people. The feeling of shame and exposure are again so raw, especially as my fully naked body is being regarded from 3 sides, the queue, all the girls pressed against the counter, clearly with nothing better to do, and the large window out to the street. I had nowhere to hide. I just wanted this new transaction to finish so that I could get out.

As the young girl returned to the counter to start processing my clothes the large woman stopped her. “He’s had his turn, I hope his new order isn’t going to be allowed to queue-jump” waving her arm slowly behind her to reveal the queue of people waiting, all staring at my naked body.
“Of course not Madam”, the older girl said and she took my clothing off the young girl and plonked them in a heap on the floor looking belligerently at me, daring me to start another debate. I looked down at the floor and watched as my dick started a nervous rise.

Processing the other orders seemed to take forever as I stood there naked, humiliated and alone with everyone seeming to stare at my slowly nodding willy. When the shop was finally empty it was time to ‘process’ my clothing. The older girl called me up to the counter, flanked by all the others. I slowly walked over feeling extremely small and vulnerable. The girl looked me up and down and simply said “It’ll be ready next Tuesday”. No form filling, no packing, no signature needed. It seemed I had no purpose being there while the queue shrank at all, apart from their entertainment. I shook off these disturbing thoughts and asked about the quick turnaround option advertised in the window. “Not this time.” she said with a smirk. Defeated, I turned my naked arse around and sped to the door. “See You Next Tuesday” she called, emphasising the C, U and the N and T of each word, to a snigger from the others. I stormed out and made off down the street as quickly as I could, I felt totally humiliated. Worse still I was now naked again and won’t get the clothes back during my visit, which means never. At least I wouldn’t have to return to THAT shop again though. I hit the park and relaxed a little. The whole demeaning scenario of puffing myself up in negotiations just to then crash down stripped naked in front of my foes was exhausting. The walk was a beautifully healing process until I realised that Sue’s clothing was still on the counter in THAT shop. I collapsed down cross-legged and put my face in my hands for a few moments, trying to stop my head from spinning. I was going to have to return, naked to the scene of the heated deliberations and demean myself further by begging for the clothes back. Oh, fuckety fuck fuck fucketty fucketty ffffffukkk!...fuk!!! I shouted in a whisper, hoping no one heard. Up I got and marched back.

The shop was not much more fun the second time around. I stood naked behind a customer who was complaining about something and when I eventually got to the counter I was largely ignored, but watched closely. When I finally managed to meekly get myself noticed it turned out that Sue’s order had now been lost. I was asked to join them behind the counter and identify the clothes while they looked for them. I stood at various large crates while the girls rummaged around in them, inches away from my penis which was perfectly underlined by the top of each crate. I was asked to reach up to get things down, and bend down to check labels. The whole place was either a shambles or I was being set up. At long last, after many stretches, bends and gropes I had Sue’s order and was again on my way home. At least I hoped they were her clothes, I had no idea what I was identifying.

Slave

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Text Chat group
Liz: @Sue he's arrived. when you said he was beautiful I thought you were exaggerating. Oh my god he is stunning, and looks adorable in that suit.
Sue: I told you! you picked a nice suit for him, well done.
Liz: I'll let you know what happens when he gets to the front of the q. I can't wait to get him to strip. I can't believe he'll really do it.
Freng: if he doesn't I'll tear them off him with my teeth. OMG that bulge!
Sue: LOL. He's not allowed pants so there's a fair bit of pendulum stretch going on there :). Make sure you get a good argument out of him. I want to see how he copes.
Liz: he's with Zoe now at the counter and he's checking everything. He's very thorough. He's so sexy when he's concentrating. Zoe has no idea what's planned. She's going to wet herself.
Freng: I already am!

Liz: he's spotted the stains and is standing bolt upright. But he's hardly saying anything. Zoe is talking more than him and she seems to be getting flustered. Boy, he's a cool cucumber!
Sue: That's my boy.
Liz: Looks like Zoe needs help. I'm going to take over.
Freng: he's standing his ground, Liz is looking flustered now, maybe because she's in love.
Sue: lol
Freng: He's barely saying a word but both Liz and Zoe are struggling to make any meaningful points, or wind him up. Liz is giving me the signal, call now and I'll get Beth to take it. This should be fun!
Sue: what's happening
Sue: hello…..??
Liz: sorry we had a big queue to deal with after your boy…..omg that was insane! I could not get any argument past him, in like 2 words he'd crush anything we said. He's awesome, so strong and laid back. And beautiful. Are you sure he's a sub and not dom?
Freng: he can dom me any day!
Liz: Anyway I gave him the job for free and he looked so pleased with himself. I really tried to act like i was megga pissed off. But he really earned it for free. He looked absolutely triumphant! He would have floated out of here if Betg hadn't burst his bubble! She did really well too. Anyway, he was standing so tall when she told him to strip. His face was amazing. It just kind of collapsed like a house of cards, he was crestfallen!
Freng: I was trembling when Beth put the phone down and went over, I was that excited. Just knowing I was going to see this perfect body's peenie. I don't think Beth would have gone through with it if Liz hadn't backed her up though. Hero in his own mind to zero in front of everyone, the poor boy! All the customers watching too. Mrs Harrington's going to have a restless night tonight!
Freng: when his shirt came off... that body looked like it'd been hewn from stone.
Liz: that chest is amazing, and those nipples, so pert, so perfectly round, I just want to draw round and round them with my finger forever
Liz: Or tongue! But the trousers were the big event. He undid the buckle and sort of froze. Beth kind of cocked an eyebrow at him forcing him to carry on. He pulled the belt through and gave it to her. She then pointed at his zip. He dropped the zip giving a tiny glimps of the perfect pink fleshy treat to come. Then he undid the button then let go and the trousers slowly slid down his legs under their own weight. When his cock popped out fully I almost wet myself, everything hung so perfectly, so neat, so big. And then the rise. I just wanted to hug him when I saw his face, those teddy bear eyes full of panic as his perfect peenie started to rise in front of everyone, up, up , up. Beth didn’t know what to do. She was already in a tizzy when his cock popped out, then the hardening..OMG!! She went so red, the poor thing, we could have heated the building off her face.
Freng: I think Beth was expecting pants. Her eyes just popped out. Do you think she’s seen a dick before?
Liz: If she has, she hasn’t seen one doing that trick:) She gets full marks for moving him to the window though.
Sue: She put him in the window naked? Poor boy. Did you tell her to do that?
Liz: no! She clearly has an evil streak to her. I like her more already. She must have noticed how awkward he was, standing there naked with a boner in front of all of us and the customers and then just decided to enhance it by letting the passers by see it too. Good on her!!
Sue: What happened next?
Freng: well, he didn’t say or really do anything, but his face was panicking. I thought you said he was naked all the time at home. He looked really awkward getting nude for us. I so wanted to comfort him. Then ride him like a stallion!
Liz: we made him stand there until everyone had been served so we could watch his perfect body some more. When we finally sent him away he forgot to take the clothes. He walked out into the street empty handed. Naked, just wearing that collar and his cute little bowler hat. We couldn't believe it. He was going to have to come back.
Freng: we held bets on whether he would come back. But hid the stuff anyway so we could get closer to him if he did return. If I'd been made to strip naked in a shop I would never go back there. Will he use the hat to cover himself?
Sue: but this boy is strong and very special. I'm sure he'll return naked. And no, he will endure his nudity and the hat will stay on his head, and he'll be all the more embarrassed for it. I bet you next time you see him he will be dutifully wearing it on his head and his cock will be on full view!

Sue: has he come back yet?
Freng: No!.. The excitement here is electric. With 5 girls the toilet is starting to smell like a fish market.
Liz: You speak for yourself girl!
Freng: I am speaking for myself! My 2 fingers could win a weightlifting contest with the exercise they've had this afternoon!! Think yourself lucky that these fingers are here girlie! Without them my minge would have chewed through the counter, and probably eaten a couple of the customers too!!
Liz: lol! Its true, she’s been on heat since he came in.
Sue: Well if he comes back you can tell me all about it in person. Come round tomorrow for a party, you might get to play with him more too.

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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com; lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Subject: Visit to Sue's

Everyone appeared to arrive home at the same time and I served dinner about an hour after they had arrived. Tonight was curry. Nice and quick to make, well, until you start adding all the accompaniments and side dishes. I love doing all that though, so the extra time in doing them pretty much vanishes.

No one really asked me why I was naked once again, they just lapped up the food. I think they enjoyed it, they all looked very happy. The conversations were fast and fun too, a sure sign of enjoyment.

As I was clearing up Sue brought the clothes down that I had collected. “Have you taken the rubbish out yet? It's rubbish day” I had no idea it was rubbish day so I apologised and said no. “Good, throw this junk out with it will you” she said, throwing me the dry-cleaning. The others were still sat around the table watching with amusement. I caught the clothes with a clearly puzzled look on my face. “Oh casper, do I look like a person that would wear this kind of frilly crap?”
“Sorry Miss, is it the wrong stuff?” I asked expecting a major punishment.
“You clearly don’t know me cas! Do you think I'm someone that would bother with dry-cleaning even? Liz and Freng are mates of mine, I owed them a favor for your suit, so I sent you to entertain them after their boss had gone home. This old tosh is just non-collected crap from their abandoned bin.” She laughed, holding up the clothes I’d argued so triumphantly to collect. The others watched her hold-up fashion show laughing at the styles.
“That's definitely you” Kay said giggling at a bright pink dress with a massive round petal-style rough.
“Oh baby!” Sue said when she spotted the tears in my eyes, then hugged me close. “The girls said you put up an impressive fight, and were impressed even more when you stripped for them.” It was all too much for me, the whole horrendous day was simply an elaborate joke. Not content with having me naked in public she gave me clothes and let me build my ego up before pulling it all from under me in the most humiliating way possible. Hugging me a little closer she whispered into my ear "Daddy told me you thought we were dirty. So I thought you'd prefer to have the suit washed" I suddenly felt like the back of my head had just deflated as I realised I'd been rumbled. I assume you've spoken to her about my incorrect assessment of their cleanliness sir. I just wanted you to see how far I'd come and that I take my cleaning duties very seriously.

I suddenly felt ejected from the clan, very isolated and now deeply upset. I'd betrayed their trust and far from being a huge joke Sue was actually punishing me at the dry cleaner for telling you their house needed to be cleaned. I felt like I'd never recover from betraying her and will spend the week as a hated outcast. This feeling grew as I noticed Sue and Charlie exchanging glances.

"I'm really sorry miss" I squeaked trying to make it alright. I assumed I'd be relegated to scrubbing the toilet with my head for the rest of the week. I really just wanted to be super good and efficient for my lovely Sue and I'd ruined it by trying to give you an honest account of my time.

Charlie grabbed my arm and pulled me onto his lap. “You look so much better like this anyway” He said brushing my willy then wrapping his hand around the back of my head pressing my forehead to his. "I like what you've done with the place, I'd never have believed there was a pattern on this floor if you hadn't cleaned it. You've been the best thing that's come to this house and we're just having a bit of fun with you" He added.

Sue squeezed my shoulder and kissed my head "We're even now sweetie. I can't really be mad at you baby boy... Luv you baby" she chirped. I found the funny side of Sue's elaborate revenge and let out a smiling huff, but my tears were still evident so Charlie pulled me into a tighter hug. The smell of his neck was warming and made me feel safe and secure. I was allowed to relax for a while in his embrace, and melt back into our little family vibe.

The rest of the evening was cosy and civil, with just the four of them; Sue, Jack, Kay and Charlie, with myself serving and being tormented and cuddled in equal measure. I started the evening standing at the door ready to serve, but was soon called over to Kay where I became her footstool for a while as they talked and laughed. They talked about dinner a lot, and how good it was, which made me feel really proud.

At some point Charlie produced some playing cards and I cleared the coffee table for them and became Charlie’s stool. It was soon apparent that the coffee table was too low for those on the sofa so Charlie agreed to use a chair from the kitchn and I was made to lay on my back on the table to raise its height. This worked very well for them with my stomach becoming the new card table. My dick was a bit of an odd addition to this table, but they all seemed to put it to good use, twiddling it while they thought about what card to lay next. I closed my eyes for most of the game, but knew exactly who’s turn it was by their different twiddling styles.

Sue ordered me to turn over, much to the chagrin of the others, but then suggested a game of snap which was met with a far better reaction. For this game, the cards were laid on my bottom and every time someone made a pair and shouted ‘snap’ it was accompanied by a hard slap to claim the deck, which, of course, was on my bottom. This game continued for a short while with many false positives, accompanied by the inevitable hard slaps. To spice the game up, not that it needed it, Kay said it was unfair that I couldn’t watch the game and have as much fun as them so she ordered me to roll back over and my stomach was again the card table. Snap was now even more unpleasant. It was so hard not to flinch when I saw a hand come down, and even harder not to buckle when they slapped my stomach. It was obvious why she chose that game, and they seemed to have great fun playing it. They called it ‘pink-belly Snap’. A lot of their fun was derived from punishing me for flinching, normally consisting of lifting my legs and slapping my bottom, but ball flicking was also a favorite.

Despite the discomfort I had a lot of fun in that game, mainly because of their teasing, I was the butt of the jokes, but also part of the fun. I was glad though when the novelty wore off and they abandoned it. I was given a short break to fill their glasses and get cuddles off them while they all surveyed the red marks left on my stomach and bottom. After some playful rubbing and poking they moved onto another, more sedate game with me once again acting as the thick pink baize of the card table.

The new card game continued on until quite late, but I didn’t mind, I had nowhere to go in the morning. It was quite relaxing listening to them talking quietly and having the cards gently placed and removed from my stomach. I may have nodded off a couple of times, in fact I know I did, it was noted by the players who would giggle as they played with my willy or flicked my nose or balls until I woke up.

When they had all had enough I was told to leave the clearing up until the morning and Charlie led me upstairs to bed. I wasn’t given a bath that evening, instead I was enveloped within Charlie's arms as we lay in bed and soon drifted off to sleep.

cas
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From:Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To:Casper429@Slavemail.CC; lady_Carrie@Freemails.com

Subject: RE Visit to Sue's

Boy

I've already told you not to show your masters and mistresses in a bad light so i didn't want to see that the bathroom ideally needed blasting. Your punishment was very fair. In fact I feel Sue is being too fair to you and you'll not learn anything or return home with bad habits.

Now, keep me posted with developments there and don't leave anything out. Above all, I want detail and the truth at all times.

Mr. Jenkins
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From:lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
To:Casper429@Slavemail.CC; Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE Visit to Sue's

boy

I agree with uncle Jim, you're making my cousin out to be dirty.

As for the dry cleaner punishment, you know you deserved that. I know that if you're not naked and humiliated then you act very naughty, its always the same with you, you're a bad boy.

Its a real shame for Sue that she wants you to be happy, but all you do is take advantage.

You shouldn't have played with her boyfriend behind her back and you shouldnt have told us you thought she was dirty.

Now….continue serving my cousin Sue and be careful what you say. Also I want you to tell me everything that happens in detail. Don't miss anything out because if I find out you've kept details from me you will be punished.

Maybe we should send you to Brad next time I go away, i bet he won't stand for your naughtyness.

Mistress Carrie.
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com; lady_Carrie@Freemails.com

Subject: Visit to Sue's

I'm really sorry, I'll try to be good. I want to make everyone proud I really do.

The next morning was almost a repeat of previous days. I rose early and waited in the kitchen to serve. I waited for a good few hours this time before anyone got up, and it was Jack who appeared first. He entered the kitchen and I offered him breakfast. He said nothing but immediately laid me down under the table, held my arms above my head and started gyrating against me, rubbing our cocks together. We kissed a number of times then he rolled me on top. We continued like this for a few minutes. I was just about to cum when I noticed another pair of feet standing at the table. I tried to stop myself, but I couldn’t, with a great moaning sigh I came all over Jack's stomach. The feet, unfortunately, belonged to Sue, she grappled between my legs and dragged me out by my sticky dick. “I thought you were coming back to bed after a glass of water?” she demanded from Jack as she squeezed my balls
“I tried, but.. Er. Well, didn’t you see? He jumped me. And he’s strong, look at his muscles.” Jack feebly waffled.
“You!” she said pointing at Jack “Get upstairs!......You” now pointing at me “You’re in trouble! And clean yourself up! I expect this floor scrubbed again too”

They didn’t reappear from the bedroom for another couple of hours, by which time I’d fed and packed off both Charlie and Kay and fuck-scrubbed the kitchen floor again.

When they did reappear they were slightly giggly and had clearly enjoyed themselves. Sue didn’t punish me further, and Jack gave my bottom a squeeze, I assumed as a way to tell me all was OK. They set off for lectures at about 12 and I was told to get the place ready for a small party that evening.

I cleaned everywhere again and made a load of nibbles and snacks for the party. This whole cooking thing is great, I never thought I'd enjoy it, but the recipes available from my collar are very good and really simple to follow, it's even more relaxing than cleaning. To be honest, making that cake while covered in the previous mix with Charlie licking it off me was actually quite horny. Somehow I was hard the whole time despite the difficulty in completing my task with him literally stuck to me. The thought of that spurred me on to make more stuff.

Sue was first home this evening and smacked my bottom for playing with her boyfriend earlier then went to get changed. It was just a single slap, pretty hard, but I got the message. I had laid out the snacks and set up a bar area in the kitchen. There were only going to be about 8 to10 people in total so it wasn't a massive thing, more of a get-together, but I wanted to show I was useful. I like to think people will look after me better if they think I’m useful. I want people to see me more like a butler, that way they might give me clothes again. My big dream is to just have clothes.

The guests and housemates all arrived one after the other, I juggled the bar and the door while most of the arrivals juggled my balls on entry. “casper!!” Liz shouted with a massive hug as I opened the door to her and Freng. I got slightly excited when I saw them as I thought they might have brought my suit back. No chance! “You’re looking lovely, I felt so sorry for you in the shop yesterday. No hard feelings?” Liz gushed as she gave me a peck on the cheek. I smiled and told her it was OK and that I am a slave and don't expect or deserve any better, then I offered them drinks. In reality, seeing them again was actually quite embarrassing, remembering how they knocked me off my tiny but only pedestal of power in such a degrading way. I guess I really need to get used to this if I am to survive my current life.

Attending to the guests, I ensured no glass or nibble bowl was empty and there was never a shortage of finger food. I also ensured the tables were always wiped and brushed up any spilled crumbs. I was being the perfect slave for my mistress Sue, I still think I make a better butler though.

The guests seemed to enjoy me best when I was on my knees sweeping up crumbs, there would always be a hand on my bottom, a finger on my hole, or just someone ruffling my hair. When standing my cock seemed to be the centre of attention. I was kept in a state of almost permanent erection from the many inquisitive hands.

I got a break from serving when I decided to provide some entertainment. I retrieved the hoops Miss Carrie had put in my bag, hung them all onto my erection and kept myself hard. I continued to serve like that until someone had the idea to play hoopla. They made up the rules as they went along, I just acted as the muse, and the spike to land the hoops on.

The rules they made up were simple: A successful throw - they could do what they wanted to me, an unsuccessful throw - they had to keep me hard until they were relieved by the next loser. It seemed a weird success rule because they could do what they wanted anyway, but at least this way I got a bit of a respite until someone successfully hooped my spike.

The successful ones were pretty tame, choosing kisses or slap my bottom. One guy wanted a blowy off me, which was fine, I mean, it was my idea to have the game and I guessed there would be forfeits, and he was nice looking too, so putting his cock in my mouth was fine.

Pretty much the only time I spoke all evening was to assign a forfeit to the ultimate loser. A poor guy called Bailey. They asked me what he should do as his forfeit for being the supreme loser. I thought of all the awful things I've been ordered to do in public or infront of family and friends. I thought about making him strip, that awful moment when the last item comes off and you feel every draught. I couldn't do that to him, it would be terrible for him in front of all his friends. Wank?....thats worse than being naked. Buzz-cut his hair...no, too far again, no one has hair cut that short these days and he's too cute to do that to anyway. All Sue's friends are nice to look at, and he's no exception. OK his body could do with a bit of toning up, but maybe not as severely as I've done to mine, but he is lovely. The next worst things would be making him my puppy or mess him up with food. The mess would backfire as I have to clear up tomorrow. So I decided... "I want him to be MY puppy." I said. It's one of the most humiliating things I'm forced to do in public, especially while naked, it's something I can try and keep fun for him though and he doesn’t have to endure the nudity if he doesn’t want to.

He looked mildly excited at the idea, so I made him crawl to heel everywhere I went. I stroked his head and kissed it and cuddled him. It's amazing how much love you can suddenly feel for someone when they become your puppy. I taught him to sit and roll over, and I rubbed his tummy and I threw my pink ball for him to retrieve in the lounge in front of all his friends. I kissed his face and head when he was good, I smacked his bottom when he was bad. I actually rubbed his cock through his jeans too. He was rock hard, as was I.

We needed to refill the nibbles so I went to the kitchen. My new puppy was right there next to me, in perfect step. As we got into the kitchen I made him sit in front of me. Immediately he snuggled his nose against my balls and sniffed deeply then whimpered. I stroked his hair then crouched in front of him. He watched my cock all the way down then switched his gaze to my face as it came level with his. I stroked his hair, gave him a kiss and, holding my cock, asked him if he wanted it. He nodded and whimpered again. "You'll need to be a good boy won't you" I said to a nodding agreement from him. I kissed his head again, I couldn't resist.

Against my better moral judgement I removed his T-shirt, standing up as I did so. I was still fully erect, as his face emerged from the neck of his shirt it was directly in line with my turgid member which he took into his mouth. "You bad boy! No!" I admonished, slapping him gently on the back. "I didn’t say you could have it yet. You need a punishment!" I continued as I undid his belt and flies. He didn't flinch, struggle or stop me. "Lay down" I chirped in my doggy training voice. As he did so I removed his trousers and pants in a single swipe leaving my new charge now as naked as I was. His erection was fierce and straining. "Sit" I commanded, then held his erection, kissing his head, face and lips. He seemed completely unfazed by being now naked. It was like he wanted me to do this. "Good boy!" I sang as I stood offering him my bone to suck.

It was a beautiful sight. I looked down and could see his erection sweeping back and forth across the floor as he worked on me. I stroked his head again, grabbed the food and walked into the lounge. He initially looked apprehensive at the move so I shook my hips wagging my own erection at him and he rushed to my side. I'd have been happy to keep him in the kitchen if he didn't want to come and be exposed to the others, but he did. As we entered the lounge, boy and pup, both almost fully erect we received a cheer. I watched the naked Bailey run around the room playing up to his friends as their puppy getting harder and harder. I remembered the first time I was naked at school in front of my peers following orders, how scary, humiliating, freeing and utterly exciting it was. To share my erection with everyone was and still is humbling, embarrassing, terrifying but massively exhilarating .

Sue saw me watching him and ordered me to sit next to her like I too was a dog. I immediately complied. She ruffled my hair, pointed my head at Bailey and said "what's that?.......who's that?" I whimpered for her and gave her a little yelp ".....go play!" I immediately knew what that meant. I shed my boyhood and became a full pup. I bounded over and grabbed Bailey rolling over and over with him, Sue and friends cheering us on laughing. Bailey was now fully pup too. We kissed and nibbled and sucked and rolled. We licked and sniffed and stroked and rubbed. We embraced and rolled and sweated and finally ...fucked. Bailey mounted me from front and then rear. We were both ruffled and stroked as we fucked. I mounted Bailey and we moaned and grunted and sweated and stank. The musk was heavy, I could see Jack sitting back stroking himself, then an erection was offered to me as I entered Bailey, I looked up and took it, it was Jack’s. I pressed into Bailey harder while sucking Jack. Jack didn't mind, he then moved down to feed Bailey who took it without question. I retracted and watched for a moment then rolled onto my back and climbed under Bailey. He accommodated me and remounted me. I was left with my face under Jack while Bailey fucked me. Jack held my legs back towards him while I pressed my face into his hole. His gooch musk was pungent, sweet and exciting. I pressed my tongue into his hole and he spasmed filling Bailey's mouth leading Bailey to cum, filling me. Jack shuffled off me and lowered down to kiss me. Bailey stroked Jack's hair before laying on top of me. We lay naked on the lounge floor cuddling in front of Sue and her friends. Some of the others had formed couples or threes but Sue was alone and looked at Jack and then me with an injured, betrayed look. She switched on a positive act, smiled and clapped, but I could see she was hurt by her boyfriend's inclusion to our sex. The rest of the evening continued in good spirits, Bailey remained naked and soon everyone left or retired to the bedrooms. Bailey stayed with me while I cleared the worst of the debris then joined me on the floor in Charlie's room where we slept in each other’s arms.

The next morning I extracted myself from under Bailey and snuck downstairs to clear up. It still looked like a bomb had gone off. I emptied all the crockery either down the drain or into the bin then washed it all up. I swept the floors planning to vacuum when everyone was out. I laid the table for breakfast then I got on my hands and knees and mopped the kitchen floor with a cloth. Sue's feet came into view once more.

I guessed this wasn't going to be pretty, last night in bed I heard Jack defensively saying to her that he thought she was going to join in, and he was upset she didn't. Then he said that tonight would be her night and after I had warmed him up for her she will be treated like a princess on heat. Probably not the most alluring of phrases but it sounded like it was the best he could do at the time. She tried to get out of their slave warm-up agreement but Jack, not knowing when to quit, doubled down that it was doing them both good.

I gently kissed her feet and looked up. I hoped she was going to tell me to get coffee. She had a jar of honey she'd taken off the table and poured it over my head. I didn't move until she had finished. "I'm sorry ma'am." I said kissing her feet again, and I really meant it. "Please can I get you a coffee ma'am" this was a gamble as the coffee was hot. I felt terrible, I just wanted to entertain last night and I wasn't expecting Jack to have sex with me in front of Sue. She nodded and sat down. As I put the coffee in front of her she squeezed and crushed my balls. They're not as sensitive as they once were but definitely not bomb proof, her squeeze gave me the sick feeling I haven't had for a long time making me collapse onto my knees in pain. I apologised again.
I made toast and put it in front of her, but she just drained her coffee and left for the day without saying another word to me.

I felt pretty terrible and set about the task of clearing up the honey from the floor. Maybe this is why slaves are not allowed to make decisions. If I'd just served food and drink all night it would have been a fun, civilised affair. I failed the one member of the family who has supported me. I keep failing her.

I didn't want any awkward follow ups from last night so I left the house before anyone else got up. I sat in the park for a while, still naked, until I was chased off by a couple of wasps. The hot sun was making the honey on my head run down my face so it was quite an awkward morning. My constant nudity always bothers me, but today I was more bothered that I had upset Sue, and it was relatively early on a work day so was pretty much alone in the park. I returned to the house when I thought it would be empty and started stripping the beds to wash everything. I needed to make amends and this was the only way I knew how.

I managed to fill the day well, and when all the washing was dried and returned to the rooms it had come from and all the beds were made I made dinner then simply stood in the hall waiting to serve the first person home. I hoped it would be Sue, I hoped she would give me a final punishment to clear the air and I hoped she would tell me to wash this honey off.

I waited in the hall with my hands behind my back facing the door for what felt like an eternity. I contemplated going and doing something else but just wanted to be there for them. I wanted to be useful then considered that maybe I should view this as a punishment. A personal punishment for failing mistress Sue. The idea felt good and complete so I opened the front door and stepped into the street, naked with my arms behind my back, and allowed the door to close behind me. I remained there for a few hours in full view of every passer-by. I concentrated on the ebb and flow of my erection to ensure I felt maximum humiliation in its most embarrassing state, Hard. I concentrated on the feeling of it rising and the usual panic that inhabits me at that point. I never get over the humiliation of becoming hard in front of others, but I amplified that feeling to punish myself more. I looked down at the ground, but allowed myself to hear the tittering of every pedestrian. A couple of people ventured close and fondled me. I didn’t flinch, I merely thanked them and apologised if my nudity offended them. This was a doubtful scenario as they wouldn’t have felt me up if they were offended, but it was a demeaning statement.

Eventually the wait was over and luckily both Sue and Jack arrived home together, but the atmosphere was still frosty. I say it was lucky, if it had been Jack alone there may have been more activity to put me in even deeper trouble.

I followed them into the house which was now filled with the smell of stew, I hoped it would cheer Sue up. Jack was finishing a conversation. "I'll treat you like a queen, we'll spend the evening upstairs just you and me and when we've finished we'll order food to be delivered to the bed. Please babe" He begged. It sounded like a good plan, and the stew could be served at any time. In fact it gets better with age.
"OK...but I don't want to see THAT until its serving food" she said, pointing at me.
"OK darling" He creeped "Shall I wash him before he prepares me?" I couldn't believe he was asking this, I looked at Sue hoping she'd put a stop to this mad plan. "We agreed on prepping the other day and he's going home in a couple of days. We'll not be able to use him after that for making our sessions longer, its for the best, and you enjoyed our longer session the other day. You wouldn't want me to cum too soon and ruin our night of love would you my queen?" He gushed, almost expiring from lack of breath. I gave Sue my best pleading eyes to try and stop this ridiculous thing.
"No washing! His head doesn't need to touch the bed if you only do we agreed on the way home! Any more than that and you'll both be sorry!" She blasted, pointing a finger at him and then sweeping it to point at me. I had no idea what the hell was going on, why would she agree to me and him being together again?

Jack took me upstairs to the bedroom and kissed me tenderly on the lips. I tried not to reciprocate but didn't want to appear rude. I removed all his clothes as per his demand, and started to wank him. As his breathing slowed and he tensed, I got ready for the eruption and my dismissal to notify Sue. He was seconds from orgasm, his toes curled and he gripped my hair then, to my disappointment, he told me to stop. Reluctantly I complied. He knelt in front of me and kissed me again on the lips. It was tender and sweet and although I enjoyed it I didn't know how to extract myself. I also didn't know the extent of the boundaries Sue had agreed with him. We kissed for a while then he stood and told me to suck him. I complied until I heard his breath slow and his body tense, I tried to keep him engaged until he could cum but he pulled out, again, without cumming. I needed to work out how to force him to cum or we’d be in even more trouble.

Sue banged on the door and opened it “What are you doing in there?” She demanded.
He slapped me round the head “He’s not doing it properly, I’m sorry babe, its taking ages, I’m nowhere near cumming. He's just not you, he's not making me horny enough to cum.” he lied “Give us a few more minutes and I’ll be ready for you my petal” She grumped and walked out. Jack closed the door behind her and pulled a chest of drawers in front to block it from opening again. Laying on the bed he beckoned me to him. I was now more apprehensive than ever. I hesitated for a moment but he just grabbed my cock and pulled me to him. As I laid down he rolled me onto my front, rolled on top of me and started kissing my neck and back. I felt his erection pressing against my coccyx as he slowly started gyrating. He continued for a while then pushed some cream into my hole on his finger. As he kissed the back of my head he then raised up and I felt him enter me. It was nice, slow, comfortable, possibly my little cousin Brad felt bigger, but this wasn’t an offensive fuck, it was nice. I just wondered how much of a honey trail I'd left and how far we were deviating from his agreed plan with Sue. Talking of which, she started banging on the door and demanding to know what was happening, with the door handle rattling wildly. “Nearly there, give us 10 more minutes, I think he’s getting the right wrist action now” He called out. "You wouldn't want me to cum as soon as I get with you would you my love?" Then he slowed down and started kissing my neck again. He started moving harder and faster robotically to bring himself towards orgasm, but again, he tensed and stopped. He rolled me over and sucked me. "Sir, you must cum for mistress before you wear yourself out" I said as tactfully as I could "Please sir don't make her angry."
He bit my balls. "Don't tell me what to do! I only want you tonight. Now lift your legs, think of it as payback for the dry-cleaning stunt" I reluctantly complied and he entered me again thrusting gently. I could tell he was always just on the edge of cumming, but wondered how long this charade could be kept up. I closed my eyes and half hoped it would finish before we both got into trouble.

Despite my foreboding I was enjoying it, it was good, I was enraptured, in perfect timing, and a perfectly cute cock. My foreboding gave an air of forbidden excitement making this more fun than any sex I’ve had before, and he was right, this was perfect payback for what Sue had done to me in the dry cleaning shop. I raised my arms up while I writhed to his rhythm, we must have been lost in each other for about 15 or 20 minutes when suddenly he was ripped out of me followed by a thud. I opened my eyes and Jack was on the floor, the door was ajar and Sue was staring down angrily at me.

She smacked my erection as hard as she could and punched my balls. She then grabbed my hair and dragged me to the stairs where she threw me as hard as she could down them.

I fell forward and stopped dead laying on the top four steps. I realised what she had intended to do on the stairs and couldn't let her intention fail. Our selfish actions had already embarrassed her enough so I rolled up a little, over-balanced and let gravity crash me down to the bottom. I hit every single step, crashed against the wall and banisters. I bruised my legs, my ribs and my arm, it hurt like hell, but it was necessary. It was a punishment I deserved and thankfully I didn’t snap my erection in half on the way down.

After a lot of shouting Sue came back downstairs where I was busy cleaning the kitchen again to keep out of trouble. “Jack is in your bed tonight in Charlie’s room. You’re sleeping on the floor in the lounge!” she barked at me. She then got a thick black marker and scrawled something on my forehead, then on my chest. My chest read “WHORE” The thing on my head felt like it started with an ‘S’ but I couldn’t make out the rest without a mirror. She then put my pink ball gag in and made me stand in a crucifix pose, with arms outstretched, while she tied my wrists to a broom that she rested across my shoulders then wrote something across my bottom. "I need some air, and you two can't be trusted so you're coming with me. You're lucky I'm taking you for a walk and not just putting you on a transport home, so behave yourself!" I was happy to spend time with her but didn't feel lucky trussed up in this broom-yoke while I shuffled sideways out of the front door.

Sue instructed me to walk 20 paces behind her and follow everywhere she went. She took me to the most populated areas she could think of. I’d upset her two days in a row now, so I understood why she was punishing me, but I just wish she’d spank me with something and get it over with. I didn’t have to put much effort into making this more humiliating as I had done on the doorstep, the whole scenario was unbearably degrading and humbling already. Just thinking how everyone could see my naked cock and my armpits, how I was totally defenseless and vulnerable. I felt all those things so strongly I had to try and suppress them as much as possible to not crumple on the spot.

Sue walked through the middle of a football game which annoyed the players enormously until I arrived. I followed her at the 20 pace distance then when she stopped, I stopped, leaving me standing on the centre line of their pitch. Initially they were angry and shouted at me, I was scared that this could become violent and looked to sue for help. They realised Sue was just standing watching as though she was offering me to them as a gift. They stopped shouting when it dawned on them the fun they could have. A couple of them read out loud “Slap me”, so I guessed that was what Sue had written on my bottom. This was followed by a bevvy of hard slaps to my backside, each accompanied by my willy bobbing out in front. Another read out “Slut” off my head. “Are you a little slut then?” one of them taunted me.
“Yes sir” I mumbled through the gag as he slapped and flapped my willy to jeers from his mates. Sue quietly watched the melee which meant I had to stay amongst my tormentors until they had finished, or she had moved on. Others joined in slapping and flapping my willy and my bottom. I was defenseless and pathetic. As soon as my dick started to rise they slapped it more. One of them decided I needed to go in goal so I was led over to the goal line where I turned to see the guys lining up ready to kick their ball at me. The only way this could get worse would be for me to get an erection and the ball to hit it square on the end. I looked over at Sue hoping she’d save me but she just watched with a satisfied smile on her face. The ball was placed on the penalty spot and a pretty big looking bloke set himself up behind it. I glanced at my fragile looking willy and back at the ball and his feet. “Please miss” I called to Mistress Sue. I was starting to panic a bit inside when he took a few paces back and ran up to the ball. I saw it leave the ground and then heard the thud. I had a fraction of a second to react, I twisted and it hit me full force on my hip bone. They cheered as the slapping pain spread from the spot while I staggered to retain balance. I tried to hold the painful mark and rub it better, but my arms were still trussed out on the broom handle. The ball bounced back at them and another lined himself up where it landed. I bounced back and forth to try and dodge them which only made them laugh more.

I spent about 10 minutes in goal having the ball kicked at me, despite my movements it hit me pretty much every time. My dick was hit a couple of times which stung like mad, and I had a glance to the face which I thought was especially cruel considering I was trussed open across that broom. Sue finally whistled and started to walk away. I trotted quickly to avoid any further pain from the ball, but still managed to receive a searing slap from it on my left buttock. I think their cheers were almost as painful to hear as the ball sting was to receive. I had massive red marks on my chest, stomach, groin and side where the ball had hit, the whole ‘game’ was unbearably humiliating, so much so I almost forgot my dick was still on show. “Is he yours?” one of them called out.
“Yes he’s my slave, look” Sue said, dropping the pink cover to reveal my standard issue collar.
They asked why I was naked and yoked so Sue explained about her boyfriend and what I’d done. “Woah, thats not cool man, I’d have him dragged behind a truck” one of them said.
“Well, he’s generally a good boy, I don’t think that would be necessary” she said in my defence then grabbed my willy and led me away.
I gambled on an unsolicited comment “I really am very sorry miss” I said humbly
“I know you are, but you need to learn how to get out of situations that could upset others” she instructed. I had no idea how I could have stopped Jack earlier without getting a punishment from him, or getting negatively physical. “Just consider who is the most important, and follow their rules, and not follow your dick!” She admonished, and she was right. I guess I wasn’t to blame for having sex with her boyfriend, or enjoying it, but what I did was basically demonstrate that I thought her cheating boyfriend was more important than her. “Come on, let's get some ice cream” she said brightly.
She bounded over to the ice cream stall and bought 2 vanilla cones, getting the seller to blip the credits out of my collar. She picked up my ice cream and put it in my hand then picked up hers and started eating. I could see mine a full arms length away melting onto my fingers tormenting me but not able to lick it. After finishing hers off she said “You not hungry? Its nice, let me help you” She retrieved my drippy ice cream from my broomhandle-strapped hand and pressed it hard up into my balls. The cold shock made me squeak, and my balls cramped. She pressed up as hard as she could as the cone crumbled leaving her hand pressing the ice cream lump further into my balls. “You’re right, it wasn’t that good'' she said, pulling her hand away with the remains of the ice cream in it and wiping it across my chest before walking away. I left the 20 pace distance and followed on.

We hadn't moved far when Kay called over and ran up to Sue. They had a little chat while they walked and kept looking back at me giggling. After a while they both stopped and beckoned me to join them. As I got closer Kay read my tags out loud. "Are you a slut and a whore little boy?" she asked.
"Yes miss"
"Have you been flashing this about too much little boy?" She taunted warmly as she flapped my willy.
"It's the other side I'm worried about" Sue chipped in slapping my bottom
"Sorry miss." I added again.
"Shame, I was hoping this bit was the naughty bit" Kay giggled, still flapping and playing with my willy until it was holding its own weight out in front.
"All of him is the naughty bit!" Sue said as she tweaked my nipple.
"Was this ice cream on his balls?" Kay asked Sue. "I thought you were more of a chips girl"
"Yeah, but last time he got me chips they tasted like piss!" Sue responded then walked away at speed. Kay followed and with my arms still tied in the makeshift yoke I had trouble catching up, willy bouncing like mad. As we progressed the girls got faster and faster until they broke into a jog. All my trotting after them did nothing to dispel my erection which was soon to be entertaining the rush hour crush all rushing past the park gates on their way to the transport hub. Miss Sue made me stand just inside the gate so they could all see me as they passed. The girls stood on each side of the gate hiding behind the brick gate posts laughing to each other across the void, with me smack bang in the middle of them.

I stood there naked, hard, trussed up, graffitied and on display thinking what an elaborately cruel punishment mistress Sue had devised for me. Of course I understood it was necessary and I had deserved it, but wasn’t sure I deserved this degree of humiliation. I think the worst part was the way the flock of suits breezed past and pretended not to look, while each one took in every detail of me. I could have closed my eyes but I've learnt that that just elicits further punishment. I have to witness the people seeing me like this. I think that's the most brutal part of the degradation really.

I can feel my cock rock hard, It won't go down and I can see people look at it then straight into my eyes then continue walking like they had imagined me somehow. Some reach out and touch it. The odd one coming from the park slaps my bottom. For at least 10 minutes I stood there on display until my willy finally went down. I felt so ashamed.

Kay led me over to Sue. I had tears in my eyes by this point. "Shall we let him sweep the way home?" She asked tentatively, trying to relieve me a little.
"Have you had enough now little boy?" Sue asked
"Yes miss. I really am very sorry miss" I replied honestly through the gag and the tears, sniffing deeply.
Sue kissed my forehead "I know you are puppy." And with that they both untied my hands and lowered the broom. My arms were stiff as I lowered them. "You go ahead boy and sweep our path all the way home"

When we arrived Jack had gone out and Kay took me upstairs to give me a bath. I sat in the warm water while Sue and Kay lovingly repaired my feelings after my punishment. Washing me gently but reminding me about behaviour and how I belong primarily to Sue. Their warmth and doting made me think what a naughty little boy I had appeared to be while actually doing everything to be as good as possible. It all felt so unfair, but the fact I was being bathed by them meant that all was not lost.
"It's only half the job and I hoped I wouldn't need it. But Daddy sent this over" Sue said holding a cock cage. My heart sank a little as I realised I was going to lose even more control.
Sue patted my dick dry and locked the cage onto it.
I now won't even be able to get hard unless she unlocks me to allow it. The only upside to this I thought was that I'd be on my way home in a couple of days so will get the use of my cock back then.

It wasn't uncomfortable, and I assume you got my measurements from miss Carrie sir as it fitted just fine. I can't remember the name of this model, I'm sure I'll remember it when I get back to work as I've modeled it for a number of customers. I just hoped I'd never be wearing one myself outside of the shop. One of the customers bought one for his nephew which I thought was a wierd thing to do. Oh sorry, no offence sir.

Anyway, as cages go I've always found it quite stylish with the single bar down the underside and the 5 chrome hoops circling my shaft along its length. I also noticed you went for one with pins inside to punish an erection. An interesting choice which could prove quite miserable and painful for me as i'm hard most of the time.

"Daddy has already sent a key to Carrie so she'll be able to lock and unlock you too when you're home. I understand you might be needing it next term in school." Sue explained as she dried my hair and back.
I had no idea what she was talking about with school. But the thought that miss Carrie would now own my cock even when I was away from her was thoroughly depressing.

For the rest of my stay both Jack and myself were under intense scrutiny from the two girls who had set up a watch system between them. Night time was easy as Sue had Jack in bed with her and I slept with Kay or Charlie, depending on who had won me that night. Not that I could do much with my cock now locked up.

The morning before I left Jack came into the kitchen. He turned down my offer of coffee and made a cup for himself, then on a tray made another cup of coffee and a cup of tea. He put a lot of milk in the tea and 2 sugars. I watched him intently in case I could help at some point. "Boy!" He said abruptly, "take this tray up to Mistress Sue, and don't spill any. I'M off out now and will see you tonight." After the order he warmly grasped the back of my head, kissed the top of it and gave me a big hug. He then stepped back and pointed at the tray flicking his finger up.

When I got to Sue's room she was still in bed and she pulled covers on Jack's side back, exposing the side of her body. She was wearing a t-shirt and joggers patting the bed with the flat of her hand she said. "Come on, get in"
Gingerly I sat with the tray while she took her coffee. "Put the tea over there" pointing at Jack's side table.
I dispensed with the cups, put the tray on the floor and swivelled into bed. Sue flapped the covers over me. "The tea's for you pet. You do still like sugar in it don't you?" She asked.
"Yes miss, thank you" it was good tea, if I'd given Jack a colour chart he couldn't have made a more perfect cup for me. Sue had obviously instructed him. But why is she being so nice to me? What's this going to cost me?

We sat quietly for a while drinking our drinks and staring at the window. Nobody has made me a drink in ages.
"Free speech!.. What are you thinking?" Sue demanded "No clever thoughts, answer now, first thing in your head!" she demanded
"I don't like the lock" I said.
"OK" she said as she removed a chain from her neck with a key on it, pulled the covers back and unlocked me. My dick took no time to explore its freedom and was rock hard in seconds, Sue smoothed my erection back against my stomach with her hand, gave the helmet a little twiddle between her thumb and finger then replaced the covers back over me. "Now, tell me how you feel about your slavery" she said.
I struggled to think where to start, so I said I don't like everyone seeing me naked and how disadvantaged I feel. How i'm still not really over my little sister seing me naked and having full control over me and my body, how her babying me when she gives me my bath is massively humiliating especially when her friends are washing me. But how the baths are somehow healing and bring us closer together with my mistress whoever is washing my willy. How everything was worse in front of cousins Brad and Ellen especially as it was obvious I was his hero before and now I'm just a joke to him, and what little Tilly did to me. And having to look into little master Brad's face as he fucked me. Then without a further thought it all flooded out. The tears gushed along with the words. Erections in the halls at school, fresher girls giggling and taking selfies with it. My dick being a general play thing. Just how many pictures are there floating around now of me naked and hard. The gunk constantly being poured over my head, calling everyone at school Sir or madam, calling my little cousins sir and madam….the list went on.

Eventually when I ran out of words so Sue put an arm around me and hugged me closer. She told me that Carrie's dad was working on my freedom, but everyone was working hard to prevent me from being seized by Compliance Control. I struggle to believe these claims from everyone but I guess things are happening to help me. Whatever I believe, I felt better having spoken to Sue. I was able to order my thoughts and put some understanding to the punishments.
"Did you think you being punished when we played cards on you?" She asked. It made me wonder. Initially I just thought I was being included in their fun. I had a great time, we all laughed a lot and I was allowed to laugh too. "We love you casper, everything we've done this week has been to entertain you within the parameters we're allowed. You are a slave. Have you had more fun than if you had to live under the stairs and serve and get beaten?" She asked. I have had fun. But before I answered the doorbell rang and there was shuffling noises downstairs. Seconds after the front door closed there was a knock on Sue's door, it opened and there stood Bailey. I immediately got hard again as the excitement rose in me. "Bailey is on the same course as me. Were doing psychology this year. You're not a project my lovely, but we're hoping we can help you." Sue explained as I smiled over at Bailey. "I have to go out now, so Bailey is going to spend the rest of the day with you. I've asked him to give you a bath to help relax you, then you can talk to him as a non-exfamily member."
This was wonderful, I felt so happy. "Without thinking, tell me what you want" Bailey asked.
"Clothes" I replied quickly.
"I'm sorry I can't give you those, ask for something I can give you"
"Balance." I said "I don't want to be the only one naked."
Bailey pondered the request for a second smiling at me then slowly removed his clothes. First the shirt, then the socks and trousers. The bulge in his pants was perfect. I watched with an electric excitement as he lowered them revealing his beauriful dick to me, I wanted it in my mouth. I especially wanted it because I hadnt been told to take it. He stood at the doorway completely naked just for me. Sue gave him a wry smile then left to take her shower. "How do you feel about being naked in front of your friends?" I asked him.
"Its embarassing" he replied "but somehow freeing. Its like sharing a secret with them all at once. It makes me feel closer to them"
This answer was nice to hear. I think I've been clouded by what I'm supposed to feel. Ok, it isn't nice being the only one naked at school and the mall, and everywhere I go, but there is a slight excitement to it. I don't like sharing my body secret with people I don't know, but it does bring me closer to my friends and has caused me to make a lot of special friendships. "And when you were my puppy? How did that make you feel?" I asked. I know psychobabble sessions aren't supposed to work like this, but I thought I'd push it as far as I could as Bailey is the only person who has experienced some of what I have.
"You smell amazing, and it was hypnotic. You are a beautiful boy I was powerless to resist your needs" he said with complete honesty in his eyes. "And being humiliated as a pup in front of my friends was again, freeing, but I wanted to show my complete obedience to you. It was what you wanted and giving it to you made me happy" He replied further.
I started to feel a little selfish through my reluctance to give myself more freely without resentment. During that thought Sue returned from her shower wrapped in a towel. She hovered at the door and grabbed Baily's now erect penis.
Other than grinning and going slightly red Bailey made no other reaction "It's my turn to ask you questions boy, but we'll do that in the bath." He held out his hand for me to take. I swung out of the bed revealing an erection of my own, walked over to him and put my hand in his. With that, he led me to the bathroom. Sue had already filled the tub and he slid in and ordered me to get in and lean my back against his chest.

It felt like we talked for hours, mostly I talked and Bailey listened. I talked about some of my ordeals, and to my shock he got hard a number of times while I explained how these ordeals made me feel. We took a break to wash each other and eventually dried each other and hit the kitchen for lunch.

He watched me perform my chores, asking more questions and eventually the tension was too much and we raced back to Sue's bed.
Bailey remained with me in the house naked until early afternoon when Kay arrived. She seemed to enjoy seeing him naked again, and had a little feel of the now blushing boy, much to my amusement.
He asked me if he could get dressed again and I said yes and thanked him. This has been the kindest gesture anyone has paid me for a long time. He took me upstairs and made me dress him. Instructing me to kiss each part before it got covered up. "I have one last task for you" he said "lay on your front" I guessed he'd want to use me and although I felt a little betrayed I simply complied.

He pushed a pillow under my chest tgen after a small pause I felt gloop landing on my back. I guess as nice as he is, even he couldnt resist humiliating me with slop. However this time the gloop seemed to be applied rather than dumped. He rubbed his hands together and started massaging it into my back. It felt amazing. I felt like I was dissolving into the bed. "You're a very good boy" he whispered into my ear as his thumbs circled each other pressing my shoulder muscle. "I know yoy're trying and things are being misunderstood, but you're doing well to accept your place and not try and blame anyone for failings. You're a very good boy"
His actions were all beautiful, as was his voice. He kept me floating for what seemed like ages, his touch once strong and kneading slowly diminished to become light and theraputic, softening over time and then, I heard to front door click and he was gone. I knew I had to get up and serve again but I felt tired and relaxed and comfortable. I was so hard as well, my dick was poking out from under me and it wasn't caged. I placed my palm around it and slowly gyrated my waist to stimulate myself. All I could think about was Bailey, images of the day changed in my mind in rhythm with my thrusting. I was near to climax, it was wonderful when Kay called me down. I snapped out of my thought and lept up in shock. I mustn't be caught playing with myself. "Coming ma'am" I called, finger and thumb poised to serve my throbbing member. Just a few seconds and I'll be elated.
"Now!" She s reamed. My moment had passed, my opportunity gone. Damn!

I returned to the kitchen to make her coffee and stand for an inspection. "You have had a nice time" she said thumbing my boner. "Have you been good?" She asked.
"Yes miss" was my regretful response. She lickedcthe end of my penis then pulled the skin back.
"This all seems fresh, I'm satisfied. Of course if you had squirted I'm sure I'd have turned a blind eye this time. Bailey is rather lush isn't he" Bollocks! I could have freed myself of this load with no repercussion, but I've missed my chance, or was it a test? Bugger! Either way i'm un-cum.

I massaged her feet and listened to her day while she refitted my cage, locked it and then I started dinner. I'd forgotten how restrictive the cage was, but having had an almost full and very beautiful day with Bailey I was happy with any treatment Sue wanted to bestow on me. Even if my balls did feel like they were boiling in their own oil.

Under guard with no distractions for my remaining time I was able to shine and redeem myself. When I left their house on the last day it was spotless and they had food ready for more 2 days complete with heating instructions and serving suggestions.

Sue and Kay walked me to the transport hub via the park for the final time. We had plenty of time before my transport home so we had an extended walk. I was ordeted onto all fours for this and crawled along behind them. It was grass so it was pretty soft on my knees. I think after all the treats I got the day she and Bailey analysed me Sue was keen to show me my place. I was happy as her dog, I think I needed a place and at her feet seemed a good one. I saw a card in a bush as we passed it. It read "Slave Freedom guaranteed!...Having trouble with the freedom process? We can help...guaranteed” and had a number to call. This was just what I needed. The were guaranteeing it too. It was a definite thing. In the split second it took for me to read, digest and decide that I needed it we had passed it. I stopped and tried to reach back. "Come on!" Sue growled as she tugged my lead. Just a few inches more and I could have got it. She yanked again, pulling me over and slightly further from the card. Slipping her fingers under my collar she dragged me away from the Bush and slapped my bottom. "You Bad boy! You’ve just had a wee, now come on." She said as she walked off. If only I could read the number and memorise it. I looked back towards the Bush and the lead pulled tight as she yanked it again, dragging me away further. Reluctantly I followed on but stopped a couple of times looking back while she yanked me on. "You're a naughty boy today" she said and fitted my ball gag as punishment. As we made our way further into the park and away from my business card lifeline Kay threw my pink ball and I ran after it. I retrieved it and placed it at her feet sitting patiently for the next order. Sue likes the same Sit position that Tim Storring at school makes me do, it's more of a squat than a sit and it puts willy on view from all angles, except now its obvious that i'm untrusted and caged.

On one hand the cage covers my willy, so it's almost like clothes, on the other hand you can see through it easily and it inferrs there's some kind of penis trust issue with me.

Kay threw the ball again and again and again and on one throw it landed in the middle of a couple's picnic. They weren't happy when I appeared on all fours to retrieve it. The boyfriend asked if I was supposed to be a dog or something. I told him no I was a slave and apologised but he didn't understand my ball-gag ramblings and made me beg for my ball back. So I begged for him like a dog. This seems to be my life now, naked in the park, begging like a dog to a stranger. His girlfriend grabbed my cock cage and jiggled it like a bell, giggling. I couldn't believe she did that in front of him, I was worried he'd start a fight but he just laughed. "You've got 2 balls here already. Don't be so greedy" the girlfriend said, lifting my scrotum up and squeezing it. The humiliation never seems to end, or get any easier. I carried on begging and asked again but they sent me back to mistress Sue without it. I couldn't make a scene, so I just left them.

Sue was annoyed that I'd lost my ball she'd bought me. She removed my gag and sent me back to tell them I'd do anything for it. With utter shame and horror I did just that. I knelt in front of them begging again and offering them I'd do anything.
"Hide these" the girlfriend said, handing me some grapes " and not in your mouth" I took the grapes from her and considered my options. The way she kept twitching her head toward my bottom it was pretty obvious what she wanted me to do.
I could see Sue and Kay watching intently in the distance and realised I couldn't get out of this. So I started pushing the grapes up my bottom one at a time. When I'd hidden all 5 the girlfriend gave my ball back and sent me waddling and mincing back to Sue, trying not to lose the grapes. I told her what they wanted and she just tapped my bottom and said that I'd better do as they said. I think she meant for me to keep them hidden.

I was allowed to walk on two legs for the rest of the journey to the hub and Sue gave me back my travel bag to carry myself. It wasn't easy walking and keeping the grapes in. I also kept thinking of my missed freedom helper too, if only I could have got that card.

We got to the hub, I got a hug and kiss off both the girls and I boarded my train. As we pulled away I stood at the end of the carriage wondering what to do with the grapes. It was school on Monday, at least I'll have the loincloth back as some intermittent cover, and I hoped against all else that Miss Carrie would remove the cage..

The sex education classes are starting this term too and a live model will be available for all classes apparently, which might be interesting so hopefully I won’t be the only naked one people can look at. We had sex education a couple of years ago but didn't have a live model to help us, thats maybe why we're repeating the class. It's always good to get a refresher for these things, but not sure what extra they'll be able to teach us.

After relieving myself of the grapes I returned to the carriage, and pretty soon stared into space wondering what this live model was going to show us that the diagrams didn't, I wondered if they would be male or female. I got lost in thought with the gentle rocking of the train inducing 'coachman's nob' once again, however this time the passengers didn't get to see it rise as the searing pain from the pins in the cage soon killed off any erection.

cas
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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: RE visit to Sue's

Good I'm so glad the cage arrived in time. You know there are consequences for playing with someone's loved one, even if he is a real twat!

Now don't worry about being locked up, I've seen to it that your mistress has a key so that she and her friends can keep you clean. I'm sure if you beg nicely enough they will also help you with milking, although I somehow think you'll have all the milking you need next term. I've also sent a key to your shop and the headmistress of your school.

So don't concern yourself too much about losing access to that part of your own body, there's plenty of people who now have access who will use it far more responsibly than you have done.

You've always told me how private you think that part of you is, and I agree. So this way we can stop you tinkering with one of your mistress' most personal and private belongings.

Mr. Jenkins

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From: CuteSue@Freemails.com
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com; lady_Carrie@Freemails.comSSubject: casper assessment

Hi Daddy, Carrie

First of all, thank you Carrie for letting us have casper for the week, we had a wonderful time with him, he served extremely well and personally I would say the program is working well. Let's not forget that although he is only just been made a slave he is in a difficult environment; a known household he once felt he ran and controlled.

Bailey has assessed casper and submitted his findings to his tutor who has already reviewed them and provided his own feedback. Slave psychology is a new field so the faculty leaders are very interested in Bailey's case notes, and very appreciative of us sharing our slave with them.

I've added them here for you to read.

Slave casper assessment performed by Bailey Sampcheq. Backup material and support by Susan Jenkins.
It has been a great pleasure and priviledge to study this subject. In general slave psych assessments have taken place on subjects born to serve. It is a rare opportunity to study a slave demoted from a free being, and even rarer to study a subject where the transition has been so recent.

The subject on the whole is bright, attentive, relaxed and obedient. Prior to slavery the subject was described as larger-than-life, michievous, universally desirable but negatively influential. Signs of a previous advanced humour are apparent which adds to the slave's character.
The slave was enlisted into a prior own-family setting, utilised to provide direct services to a prior sibling who is now the registered owner/keeper. This type of servitude can be seen as both helpful and a hindrance to a new slave. Work is needed to determine if the comfort of familiarity outweighs the humiliation of family hierarchy demotion when assessing the slave's actions and character traits.

Due to the waywardness and poor obedience of this slave when it was a free person, a program of humiliation therapies were determined to instil control and ranking assertion into its mindset.

For the past 6 months since slavery the subject has remained naked in all settings, including extended family, public and previous peer group environments.

Therapy sessions with the slave have determined that the slave is clearly uncomfortable with nudity in general but is able to see a humorous side to some of the predicaments posed. This may be due to the advanced dark humour present within the subject. This would suggest nudity and infantalising therapies are working and the subject is thriving under these humiliation strategies.

The key issues experienced by the slave is clearly serving younger masters and mistresses which is expected at this stage of slave development, even if undesired. It is also possible that the younger controllers lack confidence to enact their desires, and in some cases the sexual knowledge to play on the slaves humiliation.
This can be seen clearly where the young master Bradley Jenkins tied casper up before pouring paint over it demonstrating that the young master was still scared of repercussions from the slave. This is more of an issue with Bradley's training than it is with casper. Controllers must always have a backup punishment plan and be ready to enact them.
Viewing this in contrast with that of Mr. Storring, the school boy who has adopted casper within school through use of the Enclosed Community Shared Ownership scheme (ECSO), we can see a clearly developed control pattern. To bridge the age issue Mr. Storring appears to have employed species shifting techniques treating the slave as a pet, and although casper outwardly states displeasure at serving the boy he shows signs of sexual stimulation when under the control of Mr. Storring, eventhough there is no overt sexual interraction between the parties. Although there is genitle handling and manipulation this appears only in the context of domination and coercion. A physical statement of ownership, if you will.

The sexual arrousal can only be attributed to an excitement to please Mr. Storring, demonstrating an advanced skill in control from the young master.

Mr. Storring has also been employing some advanced psychological implantation techniques to achieve his goals which could be worthy of future study or consultation with himself.

The ECSO program its self is playing a very powerful role in this slave's development with the slave serving many proxy-owners, understood to be ant student, with low consequences for failure in each case. It is understood that percussive punishments are allowed during assembly time each Wednedsay in the event the slave displeases any student. Teachers and the slave's owner and deputies are entitled to hit the slave at any time.

A will to please was observed in abundance in the past week while the slave was serving its mistress Susan Jenkins. Susan was previously an older cousin which may have made the slave's desire to please more acute than with other younger family members.

Preliminary assessment suggests that the slave is thriving, suitably uncomfortable with the humiliation therapy for it to be effective, but an increase in intensity will be required to maintain control going forward until the slave is fully broken in for servitude to all who require it, not just patriarch and older members of the owning family.

In summary:
-The slave is stable and in very good spirits, mainly buoyed by the expectation of freedom.
-Control by mr. Storring should be allowed to continue with a degree of supervision from Carrie or suitable delegated owner.
-Genitle ownership (locking, forced ejaculation, etc) is to be continued, demonstrating that Carrie or her appointees have difinitive control over the slave casper at both mental and physical levels.
-Excessive violent punishments should continue to be avoided in favor of increases in humiliation therapies balanced with rewards for good behaviour.
-Training is required for the younger family members to fully control the slave, and exposure to these situations will reduce the slave's resentment of the situations posed by the younger free members of the family.
-Overall, the key to a good and productive family life is for the slave to want to please rather than simply enacting punishment avoidance stategies. A level of praise and tenderness can achieve this.

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