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* * * * *From: Bailey@slave_psychology.edu
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com; lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Subject: Tupping Advice
Hi Jim and Carrie
I hope you are both well. Thank you Jim for keeping me up to date with
the situation regarding Carrie's slave casper. As you are aware I
greatly enjoyed spending time previously with it and was able to study
it closely in very great detail. These studies have really helped me
gain traction in my slave psychology course.
Please don't look
too harshly on my earlier findings that a softer approach will mould
the slave better, slave moulding is an iterative approach when training
is done in the home. This is why many advocate for sending slaves to a
training facility where moulding is a quicker but a more brutal
approach, although it provides for a standard and graded product. This
deep training can only be afforded as they are not actually serving in
real time during the process.
So, back to casper. I read with
interest his tupping duty, and note that he did appear to complete the
task fully, if in a rather unorthodox way. Not all slaves could
complete impregnation of such a large flock, and certainly not on their
first tupping and certainly not in full view of others. The many people
looking down into the oubliette while the slave was forced to have sex
with so many females may also have caused some nerves on the slave's
part. There are a number of people in the field of slave psychology,
myself included, who believe that slaves can sometimes feel the same
emotions as real people, which may have led to casper's minor dudgeon
in the dungeon, thankfully this was all corrected swiftly by the
commanding slave that was in casper's cell.
I accept that you
felt somewhat embarrassed by your slave's actions and that you worry it
may be starting to regain a sense of self which could lead to stronger
real-person-feelings and possible further rebellion. So, working on the
idea that feelings are possibly present, I have a proposition for you.
In terms of control I'm sure you'd agree that there is something
slightly undignified about beating your slave in public. Although
sometimes very necessary, and often very satisfying, but when too many
beatings or punishments become commonplace they stop being effective.
For this reason a more subtle approach is often better for both owner
and slave, bringing the slave to a position where it wants to serve.
Carrie, your initial decision to control your slave casper with nudity
in Clandau was inspired and the its initial reaction to being stripped
in public has provided many interesting discussions and theses within
the faculty here at the university. It is the faculty's belief however
that if casper gets to acclimate to the disadvantage of nudity then a
rebellion could be almost impossible to quell without far stronger
measures such as public beatings, or worse, a naughtiness which leads
to a Compliance Control (CC) confiscation. As a heads-up, too many
public beatings also raise the attention of CC, who, I believe you fear
are already interested in obtaining your slave.
As you know
confiscation often leads to automatic training camp internment. The
initial owner, yourself, will not be compensated nor have the slave
returned. The slave will be put up for sale the end of its training
with a cost commensurate to its final grading. Although the best
classification for a forced internment slave is an E-grade, this is
likely to still be way beyond most people's budgets. This is immaterial
to yourselves, of course, as the original owner is forbidden to
purchase back a slave that was confiscated from them. So you see if
Casper is confiscated, you may have to wait many years to repurchase it
on the second-hand market from its new owners, supposing they are
willing to give the slave up.
As you know CC have access to
the slave's email account and all recordings made by the slave's
collar. Often during a confiscation the own beliefs of whether their
slave was non-conformant, or bad or not will be used against them
during a confiscation. If CC is interested in your slave, they will use
anything to get it. Therefore it is important to keep on top of any
wayward direction you feel the slave is travelling in. You are the best
judge in this, and you must correct the slave to ensure it is
conformant in your own mind. The more simple, non verbal control
mechanisms you can find, the better.
It was refreshing to read
your account of the week following the tupping when the slave's system
was still so overdosed with Erectionol that its penis was exceptionally
tumescent for that entire week. Thank you for the photos, by the way,
the faculty staff studied them closely with great interest. The
refreshing part in all this is that even after a whole week of being
naked and erect in public your slave appeared to continue to be
embarrassed by these public erections for the entire time, especially
when its engorged member was handled by random strangers, teachers,
family members and other pupils. This would suggest to me that casper
really isn't going to get used to public erections, meaning it still
remains an excellent control mechanism to you.
On reading some
of the slave's latest messages sent to you Jim, I notice that the slave
also still hasn't fully got used to public nudity, which is amazing
considering that its been fully naked most of the time since the start
of this school year. The slave cant seem to reconcile people looking at
or touching its penis or rump. Indeed, when I last encountered the
slave it was beautifully exposed to everyone. When given free speech it
expressed to me the same misgivings to this constant display of its
genitalia that it has been informing you of.
I believe this
demonstrates that this slave retains far too many real-person emotions
in this regard and I believe we can quell other emotions by heightening
these particular ones. Similar to the nudity plan Carrie has already
set out.
With this in mind, I would like to propose a new
control regime in order to increase the slave's exposure sensitivity
further. My suggestion is simply that you cover your slave up. I don't
mean a full set of clothing, I mean just allow it to wear the loincloth
when in public and prevent the cloth's removal when in school.
This would give you the privilege of knowing your slave's backside is
fully visible, while giving you the added benefit of rendering the
slave fully naked at your pleasure, whilst also reminding it that any
modesty is at your discretion placing you firmly in control.
I
realise that clothing on your slave is not something that you like
Carrie, but in order to ensure it never gets used to nudity, I feel a
spell of cover-up will make periods of nudity all the more stark.
I must reiterate that a slave is better knowing that it could lose
something rather than feeling like it has nothing ever to gain. So just
the threat of removing this modesty layer will provide you ultimate
control with minimum effort.
All the best
Bailey :)
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: New Term
Sir
I’ve been thinking about what you said regarding my behaviour sir and
how you've helped to keep me from being confiscated by CC by guiding
me. I'm very grateful to you for helping the family keep me safe from
CC by guiding them too and will be on my best behaviour from now on
sir. But sometime when i think i'm being very good people say i'm
actually being naughty.
Its been difficult to get back into
the family's good books after the tupping, despite all the credits they
earned from my efforts, and the fact that i finished the task fully
they still appear to treat me as an embarrassment and a failure, even
though most of the flock of slaves I serviced went on to successful
gestations. Only one girl failed to gestate which couldn't have been my
fault, as I managed to get all the others knocked-up fully, so I still
got punished for it when it was clearly her fault. She was the girl
that pretended she didn't want sex with me.
I guess punishment
is why miss Carrie didn't take me back to the farm to re-impregnate
that one. She sent me to the shop to work so I could earn her even more
credits instead. She actually insisted that I had to re-impregnate the
girl during school time in front of a special assembly. Do you know why
she postponed the deed until a school day? Cruelty, Power and
punishment that's why!
I don't think the poor girl slave had
been naked in front of so many people before. She calmed down by the
time miss Carrie had punished me on stage, swatting my arse 20 times
for the failure and 'humiliation' brought to HER family for the failed
impregnation. Try having sex in front of the whole school for
humiliation, no one thinks how it is for me! To make it worse, she
guided my penis into the slave-girl by hand, as though she had to teach
me what to do, then she managed my thrust rhythm by swatting my
backside. The crowd loved it, they started shouting 'push, push, push'
in time with Carrie's swats. That was bad enough, but it wasn't even my
natural rhythm, this made sex last even longer than necessary making me
look like a failure and causing people to start throwing things at us.
If Carrie had only paid attention at the very start of the assembly
when I was forced to fuck the holed melon in front of everyone under
step by step instruction from the head mistress she would have noticed
my natural timing. My own timing was so spot-on I nearly came in the
fruit, despite having to do it standing on stage right next to the head
while she droned her morning messages to everyone.
Luckily I
was able to shout “i'm cumming” loud enough for the headmistress to
hear over her boring announcements and pull the melon away from me. It
was so embarrassing having to shout that then hear the laughing
whistling response of 700 rowdy students to it while the melon was
removed to present my throbbing, dripping shaft to them all. The poor
slave girl must have been scared, waiting naked in the wings hearing
that noise. If she wasn't, then the sheer din of wolf whistles she
received when they led her onto the stage next to me must have
petrified her.
Lucky for me, on that occasion i was still so
hard from the drugs forced into me during the tupping a couple of days
earlier nothing could quell my engorgement. Mercifully i was able to
complete my business, if uncomfortably slow, without any embarrassing
wilt.
Despite the ignominy of that assembly, that was the last
i saw of that slave girl and i wasn't punished further, so I assume she
gestated OK and there's another little casper on the way. Poor thing!
Life in the school corridors was odd that day with a mix of “I'm
cumming” being squeaked, shouted or giggled at me and slaps on the back
for a job well done. Remembering that the closest thing to sex many of
these students have ever come with someone else is playing with my dick
or shoving their fingers up my arse in sex-ed classes.
It was
a week before the drugs in my system would let my willy would go down
enough for miss Carrie to refit my cage to it, she got very frustrated
by it and kept looking at me like i had a stiffy on purpose. As a
result i had a sore and crimson bottom for the entire time from all the
paddling she gave each morning that my dick failed to accept the cage.
She even got Doug to try to fit it on our way to school one morning
thinking that being a boy he'd know where the magic 'off' switch was.
That failed, and out of embarrassment he leant me over a bin in the
middle of the high street and paddled me. He still carries his own
personal paddle too which was disappointing to see.
As the
week marched on i think the slow purpling colour of my dick was
starting to worry dad, he told Carrie to take me into town to 'get it
fixed', which was very kind of him, whatever 'fixed' meant.
The whole consultancy was just another painfully embarrassing encounter
though. Carrie had my lead clipped to my collar and me crouching next
to her in the waiting room the way she's seen Storring make me crouch.
You know, feet flat on floor, legs crouched wide, cock on show. I felt
like i was on display for ages there on the floor by her chair, but she
gently stroked the back of my ear while we waited which was nice. I
think there's hope for her yet.
Some woman started stroking my
head saying i was a pretty boy and asking how long Carrie had had me
for. Her stock answer now is that i've been in the family as long as
she can remember. i guess that's no lie. The woman started asking what
was wrong with me to which Carrie pointed at my cock, like it wasn't
obvious, it was like a neon sign throbbing there for attention.
After waiting for over an hour i realised there was still a dog, 2
goldfish and a bunny rabbit to be seen before my turn, it was going to
be a long experience. To make matter worse, while her dog sniffed my
arse the woman reached down and gently grabbed hold of my purple stick,
lightly stroking it while thoughtfully saying oh dear and ooh err.
Seriously? It was such an obvious ruse to just cop a feel. Its just bad
etiquette if you ask me. If her dog jad a permanent erection and
someone grabbed its turgid lipstick she'd be the first to complain.
We finally got into the consulting room and the vet had me up on the
bench. First on all fours where she checked my general health; feeling
my rump, cock, flank, that sort of thing, then checked my head for nits
and finally my mouth and teeth. She thought she found nits on the top
of my head so took a closer view by first putting her face in my hair
and sniffing it deeply then fingering through it while pressing my face
hard into her cleavage. It seemed extremely passionate for a nit check,
but i'm sure she knew what she was doing.
When she finally
pulled her tits away from my face she returned the thermometer and slid
it out of my bum making some grave noises about the state of my hole.
Carrie explained about the sex-ed classes and all the fingers up itand
my vital use as a training aid. The vet noted thay the many fingers had
given me some mild infection and gave Carrie some cream to put in there
twice a day. i could only hope she would do that in private at home,
but assumed it would become some kind of cruel and enbarassing school
activity.
After the general checks she had me lie on my back
while her and Carrie discussed me and my cock like i wasn't there, both
touching, rubbing and manipulating it.
The vet suggested,
between deeply massaging my balls and stroking my nipples that it just
needed relieving. Carrie explained my almost daily relief in the sex-ed
classes and that her and 2 of her friends all relieved me to no avail
the evening before. The vet suggested that the amount of relief was
actually causing the bruising, but that she still needed take a sample
while i was there anyway to ensure there was no impairment. Then
quickly got to work.
Whilst pulling me off and absent-mindedly
stroking my abs at the same time she paused to check for infection in
my pre-cum. This was best evaluated by taste apparently, so she bent
down and licked my helmet while gently squeezing my balls, then
declared that there's no time like the present to administer the cream.
So with one cream covered finger thrusting slowly in and out of my arse
she continued pulling me off, staring wistfully into my eyes repeatedly
asking Carrie “Pheeew, is it hot in there?”
It didn't take
long for me to cum whereupon she declared that all is working well
while gently smearing my cum into one of my nipples with her finger.
There was an awkward pause and the vet told Carrie not to hesitate
bringing me back, and she could even come to visit us. But her voice
was so trill and flustered Carrie seemed to back away pulling me onto
the floor then dragged me at speed out of the room and to reception
chastising me for flirting.
The receptionist pointed at the
fee on a viewer and Carrie lifted my lead high dragging my collar and
neck to the screen which bleeped and emptied my entire collection of
credits. "Slaves don't need credits" she sneered at me. She hates that
Mrs. Berg gives them to me on the quiet when i help her out. It drives
Carrie mad as she thinks she should get paid those extra credits not me.
slave
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From:Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: RENew Term
You are very lucky boy that the family you serve care enough to take
you to a vet, but you were very naughty for seducing that poor vet like
you did.
Now what would a slave need credits for? Credits are
for real people. Slaves are not self-aware enough to make proper
choices for themselves which is why slaves must accept all decisions
made by their masters. You don't even need credits for food as there's
nearly always be leftovers available. That means slaves have no need
for credits.
Mr. Jenkins
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE New Term
Yes sir, i am very lucky to have no choices about what i do, eat or wear.
As i alluded to in my last message, i still had to go to work in the
slave supplies shop on Saturday, the day directly after the tupping. i
was knackered! Jed and Ben thought the permanent erection was
hilarious, it hadn't turned purple yet by that stage, but it still
looked a bit angry staring up at me. After the initial mocking and
jokes it made for a somewhat boring day. They wrote the shop name all
over my front and back, Ben spent ages writing it on my shaft too. He
used loads of coloured pens and did it graffiti style. It felt amazing,
i nearly shot a couple of times with all his manipulation. When he'd
finished they sent me out to walk round the whole mall for the day with
my hands behind my head.
Each hour i had to return so they
could fit something new to me and send me back out. It started by
hanging weights off my balls, a gimp mask which they removed after one
lap because they thought it better, or worse for me, for people to be
able to see my face. My head and hands were put into a yoke, which made
getting through doors difficult, and my mouth was fitted with various
mouth clamps, openers and stretchers.
By the end of the day i
had dribble all down my front and over the top of my shaft and my
nipples were agony from the various clamps. I hated every minute. The
shoppers and assistants loved it though, i lost count of the number of
times people hung a shopping bag on my nob and made me follow them. In
public a slave supposed to be left alone to complete its owner's tasks,
but it somehow seemed obvious to all that i was there for everyone's
pleasure that day.
The following week at school i was rock
hard till at least wednesday. i know i was still hard on wednesday as i
had to perform the Wednesday punishment ceremony in each of the
assemblies with a rock hard boner. Despite most people having played
with it in biology, and having watched me fuck that slave girl only 2
days earlier, they all still thought it was exciting and funny for me
to be up on stage naked with an unwavering boner. i say unwavering,
obviously every time i moved it wagged to the crowd like a lethargic
puppy tail.
Anyway, it was another mortifying experience of
people paddling me just because they wanted to. I thought the Wednesday
punishments would dry up considering all the help i'm giving people in
Biology, but clearly not. Paddling me is becoming a badge of honor for
some, just make up a bull-shit reason and on Wednesday morning you're
on stage punishing the slave, what's not to like?
The seven
people who paddled me each chose to lead me to the paddling chair by my
boner. The first one received a big laugh for doing it. I guess the
others just cashed in on that laugh. Even the headmistress seemed to
touch and roll it between her fingers during her announcements.
Anyway, as awful an experience as that was, i stupidly chose to look at
the assembly of faces all staring up at me. i don't know why i do it,
but its become slightly less humiliating than the first ever time i
looked at the audience whilst standing naked and hard in front of them.
i was jolted a little when i noticed Lucy Dorridge was on her own.
There was no Eetu accompanying her. Initially i had scanned the back
row for Eetu expecting to see him standing with Lucy not far away. i
didn't see him so obviously i scanned the pupils to see if Lucy was at
school and there she was. i scanned over and over assuming Eetu would
be somewhere near Lucy but all i saw was Lucy. No amount of scanning
revealed her slave. She seemed a bit lost without him there to be
honest, smaller maybe. i assumed at the time that he was busy with
chores at the farm, maybe finishing up after the tupping party the
previous week. i wondered if he had been in school Monday or Tuesday.
Its odd, i've never seen them separated, i don't think anyone has.
i know you all think i've been bad in the tupping, but I have been very
good since to make up for it. I performed at each of the sex-ed classes
and did everything the classes required of me right up until the end of
term, despite the burning degradation, but miss Carrie still kept me on
a very tight reign watching my every move. One of the sex-ed classes
during my erection week was with Damien and George's class, which i
thought would be kind of fun, but it wasn’t really. When it came to
Damien's turn to find my prostate while i knelt in front of him he
pressed my face against the table with his hand causing my bottom to
point up at the ceiling, then he knelt behind me on the desk and
pretended to fuck me while George pressed his crotch to my face
pretending to face-fuck me. Everybody laughed! My two best friends were
not having fun with me, which is what friends do, they were making fun
at me and treating me like a comedy prop. i was scared about the way
this friendship was declining.
When the bell rang signifying
lunch break Damien and George escorted me out to miss Carrie and
practically begged her to let them take ownership of me for the break.
Surprisingly and somewhat reluctantly she agreed. Its kind of funny
seeing free boys my age begging to what was once my little sister like
she's their mother. This whole slavery thing has really elevated her
with other students, she's becoming rather powerful now which i think
is going to her head.
With my mistress' approval gathered, my
former 2 best friends took me to to the woods near the large playing
field. Its pretty secluded there so my erection would get some respite
from gawpers. They both had sandwiches that day so didn't need to waste
time queueing for food or anything, and settled down with their lunches
ordering me to stay standing on lookout while they talked and messed
about. I really thought i'd be messing about with them, at least
sitting down, but these are my orders, i simply answered “yes sir” and
got on with it, fully unsure what I was looking out for.
“look at
the colour of this thing George” Damien said, holding and very gently
stroking my still hard dick. “its almost purple” he remarked as he
weighed it down with one finger and let it spring back up to my
stomach, repeating it a number of times giggling to himself.
“Looks
bad dunnit.” was the reply “Dare you to put it in your mouth” which was
flatly refused by Damien. “You can't refuse dares anymore, we agreed
now that casper has to do everything he's told, that we'd get more
daring”
“Yea but that was before, when he was still our
frien.......” Damien trailed off looking at me sheepishly “I mean,
that's before he got really zeroed out, you know, totally slaved-up”
“He's still our friend Dame'” George said slightly disappointed. The
guilt seemed too much for Damien who chanced a look into my eyes, and
reading my dejection reluctantly took my dick into his mouth.
“Satisfied” he garbled with a mouth full of cock, then spat it out.
“Go on, proper blowy, you know thats what the dare implied” George
goaded, causing Damien to tut, re-engage then start sucking and sliding
up and down my shaft. His mouth was cool and soft, i took the liberty
to put my hand on his head and run my fingers in his hair. It was nice
to get this kind of attention for a change, my dick was still sore from
the permanent erection, but this kind of soothed it.
“Happy now?” Damien said to George, spitting me out and taking a drink before I could fully enjoy the experience.
“I guess it will do, don't suppose he's got more cum left for you to drink anyway.”
“I wouldn't have let him get that far if he did. I dare you to get a blowy off casper now”
“So you can see my dick you mean?”
“Already have, we have gym together, remember”
“Not hard though”
“Its a dare, I want to see you cum in casper's mouth. You can't refuse
a dare” George stood up and dropped his trousers, he waited a moment,
sighed, then begrudgingly dropped his briefs, defiantly staring at
Damien the whole time as his already semi erect dick popped up.
“casper, get to work” he ordered pointing at his burgeoning member.
This wouldn't be the first time i'd sucked him off, but Damien, who had
moved round for a better view of his mate's stiff shaft, had no idea of
our more private activities. Maybe George was worried that Damien would
work out what we get upto just by watching this one time.
I
kind of liked that now mine wasn't the only hard-on on show and that
these boys are sharing a bit of themselves with each other. George
grabbed my hair “Slow down boy” i guess he wanted to enjoy it for a bit
longer, so i slowed the pace for him. He carefully knelt down, without
losing my mouth on his schlong, forcing me onto all-fours. Damien
quietly looked on with a hand down the front of his trousers. “Fuck him
Dame'”
“What??”
“Go on, lets spit roast him? Come on I dare you, you wanted to do him in the lesson earlier”
“That was just a joke! You just want to see me get hard too!”
“It already is Dame” George responded thrusting his hand into Damien's
waste band and feeling it. “Go on, fuck him before I cum, I want us to
fill him from both ends together. Our slave, shared for everything” he
urged softly.
Out of the corner of my eye i saw Damien's hard cock
spring out as he lowered his pants. It was a nice one, streamlined.
Then he waddled past me like a penguin, trousers and pants still
wrapped around both ankles. Kneeling, he fumbled past me to his bag and
pulled out a tub of jam flavoured rice pudding. Clearly there were some
confused looks from George as Damien quickly said “Lube mate, Lube” It
was a cold tub, he rested it on my back and smeared its contents
liberally on his cock and my crack. It was could almost have been a
fantasy, apart from the thought that 20 fingers had recently been up my
arse there so i dreaded the pain. But no pain came, Damien was gentle.
Despite his antics in the class he coaxed me and checked on me and with
the aid if the pudding he slipped gently in. As soon as he found his
own rhythm he reached around and started to gently wank me in time with
himself.
The half empty tub didn't go to waste, George emptied that
onto my head and smeared it in to add some humiliation to the act. Not
that my lack of choice and their desperation to fill me both ends like
an sperm-eclair wasn't degrading enough. Soon they were both banging as
hard as they could, quite possibly the closest to sex either of them
had ever got, and they were experiencing it together. We were
experiencing each other together.
“Hold on”
“I'm ready”
“Hold on....nearly there, wait....wait...hold...on...ready”
“Aaahhhhh”
“oooooohhh....swallow, swallow!”
i felt their warmth at both ends, and as directed, swallowed Georges
load then they both collapsed onto the grass, Damien still grasping my
cock as i remained on all fours awaiting the order to move. I hadn't
come yet, but his ministrations to my penis became ever more light
until the touch was simply a torment. The boys were silent for a while,
then both remarked how good it was and agreed that next time they'd
swap ends. Damien squidged a hand over my head and asked George if they
should get me washed up ready for the afternoon classes. “Naa, I've
seen him much worse than this, just look at what that year 7 boy does
to him, he'll be fine, he's been far too clean this term if you ask
me!” Great! One of my former best friends is happy to reignite an
embarrassing fire that should never have been lit.
“I 'spose It'll
give his sister and her friends something to do when they bathe him
later” Damien replied, and they both laughed at the thought of a
teenage boy being bathed like a baby by a group of much younger girls.
I stayed on all-fours, still hard and with a gooey head while they
finished their lunches sitting next to me and leaning their backs
against me. On checking his watch George got up. “Clean up this mess
and bring our bags with you.” then they both got up and practically
skipped toward the school building. It took me a second to process the
order, mainly shouldering the shock of this new authoritarian giving it.
i’m scared i’m going to start losing all my friends and just become
everyone’s drone over time, but i don't know how to stop it.
Slave
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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: RE: Friends
Oh casper
You are a slave and don't have friends. Stop your endless expectations
of people. People don't owe you anything, you owe everything to those
around you. You are a slave and are happy to serve. Imagine, you could
be in a much worse environment.
Mr. Jenkins
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From: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: FW Tupping Advice
Dear uncle Jim
I really don't like some of this advice from Bailey, I'm sure he's in
Cahoots with casper. You read how they coupled together and sexed each
other while casper was supposed to be working at Sues. Casper took
advantage of poor sue and her boyfriend, and now he's using Bailey to
take advantage of us.
Bailey talks like we don't know the
rules, I know if casper is stupid enough to get confiscated then we'll
lose him, and I would miss him, believe me I would. You all think he
doesn't mean much to me, well he does.
Why do you think I keep
him naked? I'm the only one to make him behave as all you adults failed
before. Nudity is the only thing that keeps him in his place.
You've seen what happens when he misbehaves, just look how naughty he
was in the tupping. Thankfully the owner of the non-gestating slave
girl said she shared the responsibility of the failure and was happy
with my plan to re-mate them at school as a punishment. He said they
wanted to spend a few days here anyway and putting on a show would work
well with his plans.
I like casper to be naked, and I like it
that he looks so awkward all the time. He thinks he's hiding his
feelings but he's not. I also love that all my friends used to go all
googly when my big brother came into the room, and he'd coyly flirt
with them pretending theye not there then leave the room about a second
after entering it.
I hated that they kept on talking about how
cute he was and could I find an excuse to get my big brother back in so
they could stare at him more. I know he enjoyed it, he fed on their
stares. I'm just taking back control. He starved my friends of their
eye-candy so being the caring sharing popular friend I am, I've given
them all what they want. They get to see my big brother naked and any
state we want him in. The bonus is that the power of modesty he used to
wield has gone leaving a pliant little slave. So I do know what I'm
doing and all my friends like me better for it. I also like that I can
play with his willy whenever I want, I like it, its all heavy and warm.
About the only sensible thing Bailey said was that we should make
casper hard more often in public. I love watching his face as the
periscope slowly rises, especially when I'm making it happen. I like to
look at his eyes, daring him to say something. He knows he can't which
eats him up as his willy slowly gets harder in front of everyone and
he's desperate fot it to be not happening. The middle of the high
street is best for that or leaving him kneeling, hard and unattended in
the school canteen. Its a pain washing all the gunk off him later, but
its worth it just to see his face when the year sevens pour their
desserts over him. Obviously when the gunk is really bad i can make him
wash it off himself in the drive. A gift for the neighbours.
So Maybe I'll do the erection thing and keep you all happy.
Carrie
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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Subject: FW Tupping Advice
Hi Carrie darling
You make some very good points, and Bailey did say your idea to strip
your brother was inspired. As you saw in Bailey's message the
university faculty, that means teachers as well as students, are all
talking about how clever you are for your nudity idea.
I'd
hate to think of casper getting used to nudity and the family losing
him as a result, or worse still, what would happen if your friends get
too much of casper and are no longer excited by him. Will they all hang
round with someone else who has a cute brother?
Give Bailey's
idea a little thought and see how you feel. Its as simple as covering
him up. If it doesnt work you simply strip him again.
Its
worth a try, remember how exciting it was for you in Clandau when you
first stripped your brother naked in public, imagine, with just a small
rest in the nudity you could have that feeling all over again.
Jimmy
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From: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: FW Tupping Advice
Hi uncle Jim
Well some of the girls are talking quite a lot about Fiona's brother,
but he is very pretty, bright blonde hair and a button nose, like a
cute blonde monkey. His body is not a patch on casper's though, casper
is seriously ripped which all the girls like. They still say casper is
beautiful, just not as much as they used to. Thats probably because his
willy is all ugly at the moment and purple and rock hard. I know he's
doing it on purpose to defy me, he's made it hold its breath. Well its
got to breath out sooner or later, and when it does, i'll catch it. I
hope his willy isn't committing suicide and suffocating its self though.
Fine! Perhaps if no one can see his willy he'll stop trying to get
attention and make it go down. I'll try your little experiment, but I
bet you it goes to casper's head and he becomes naughty all over again.
Maybe Bailey should be made to buy him back for us if his idea gets my
slave confiscated. Better still, Bailey can replace him as my slave.
I guess I'll have to just work on well timed exposure and just share the erections with friends who do what I want them to.
Carrie
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: Term end
Its the end of term holiday now, hurray!
I'm just taking a moment to write while making dinner for Mrs. Berg.
She's not been very well and mum has told Carrie to let me come and
help her without pay. Carrie wasn't that happy about losing credits for
my work, but mrs. Berg has always been kind to our family. i do wish
Mrs. Berg wouldn't keep trying to put credits into my collar for me to
spend on myself though. i didn't rush back from work to get paid, i
want to help her because i like her and she needs me.
Well, my
willy finally went down and the rest of the term played out relatively
normally, except for the cock cage being refitted and wanking for the
biology lessons of course, oh and having a class full of excited
students shove their fingers up my arse in those classes. The cream
helped a bit, but it still needed Carrie or her friends the shove
fingers in me to administer it.
Thankfully Damien and George
didn’t slip much further into authoritarian slave drivers and we could
still spend some break times together in a more light hearted way,
especially when Doug or Dan joined us. OK, not like old times, i don’t
think i ever massaged their feet when i was free, and Damien had me
trim his toenails with my teeth a couple of times too which was gross,
but they still treated me more friendly than others did though. George
didn’t expect so much foot stuff from me as Damien, i don't think he's
into it, but he often took me off into the field when he needed a wee.
Its fine i guess, i’d rather be his urinal than acting as a year 7’s
slave/pet. At least this way i get to see another dick too, and get a
drink, which is a bonus.
Damien and George spit roasted me a
couple of times more, but its becoming more affectionate, well
slightly, and i only got stuff over my head when George was up the head
end, i think he has similar biases as Doug, who i haven't seen that
much of this term, i hope he's not getting bored with me. I've seen him
talking to my sister though, sometimes a bit heated, but i don't think
they are angry with each other.
Sadly as the school term
marched on i didn't see Eetu again, Louise was alone for the rest of
term. I really hoped nothing had happened to him. She looked very
forlorn, nobody seemed to care about Eetu's whereabouts except me, but
i daren't ask her. Even Carrie didn't ask her, i know because i barely
left miss Carrie's side at break times for the whole last week of term,
and it didn't look like she'd be reconnecting with Louise anytime soon.
They mainly hung with their own year groups as the term dribbled away.
Carrie seemed to want to keep me close by and have me wear the
loincloth all the time. This suited me, i was blissfully covered,
obscured for my own eyes only, oh, and Carrie's, and any of her friends
she wanted to show my willy to, but for the most part I had some well
earned privacy.
Before this new covering up phase, she used to
take it off as soon as she got hold of me in the playground, but i
guess as my primary owner she's realised she doesn't need to carry
proof of who i'm supplicating to anymore. Everyone knows her, and
everyone definitely knows me, very intimately. Hopefully she's now got
over preferring me to be naked all the time. Maybe she's so impressed
with how good i am she is showing me the respect of covering my willy.
Its been two whole weeks of ecstatic concealment, she even told George
and Damien to not remove it when they took me from her one break. I
really hope its because she's getting me used to clothing so my outfit
can slowly grow then i can be fully dressed and dignified like Eetu was.
I was glad when the biology teacher announced to the final sex-ed class
that they were indeed the last class lucky enough to have a live model.
It was a massive relief for me, i don’t think i could ever get used to
being prodded and poked by an excited class, and certainly not have
them all shoving their fingers up me any more. The longer the students
had waited for their promised class, the more they heard from the other
pupils and the more excited they became. In fact the last few classes
stank so much of hormonal anticipation that the teacher was forced to
open the windows as soon as the classes started.
The biggest
relief was that the last sex-ed class was on the very last day of term
too, meaning freedom from school for a whole week.
Faithfully
Slave
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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: RE: Term end
Boy
I'm glad you are learning obedience after all this time, it needs to be
unquestioning obedience though. Your mistress knows best, and you
belong to her. Don't question her authority.
I wouldn't worry about E2 if I were you, E2 is just a slave and is unimportant.
If the family have sold it, or disposed of it then letting it concern
you will only add a level of stress to your life. One thing you should
be extremely grateful to your mistress and her family for is that you
have no need for stress in your life. As a slave you need only to obey,
you need not think, just do what you are told. Obviously you are
expected to think for yourself and ensure you do everything correctly,
and pre-empt your mistress and masters needs before they realise they
have those needs, and shoukd be punished if you fail, but allthat goes
without saying.
Remember, your body is no longer your own.
Privacy is for real people, and clothing, for you, is a privilege.
Don't mess this up, i know how much your new clothed state means to
your mistress.
All very simple rules! See, you have it easy?
Mr. Jenkins