By Xhumil
xhumil@protonmail.com
Copyright 2022 by Xhumil, all rights reserved
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Chapter 21
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: Hierarchy
Sir
Thank you for your Zen words sir, i will try to consider them and not
get stressed any more, but really, walking around naked stressed me out
massively before this new covered phase. If i was allowed to simply
serve, like Eetu does, then i could imagine a stress free world. But i
wasn’t. i was naked all the time with my privates on show to everyone,
and erect whenever my little sister wanted it. Actually, the fact that
my mistress is my little sister and is in control of every aspect of my
life is a huge cause of stress too. Her friends still love to play with
my dick, i'd have thought they'd be bored with it by now. One day at
home i was waiting for orders and Lilly reached over and held it
between 2 fingers and pretended it was a cigar. They all thought that
was hilarious. i didn't, that's my willy they were making fun of. My
most intimate part.
I know what you're going to say, i don't
have intimate parts, i'm a slave. But despite what they teach i do have
feelings. Maybe slaves from birth don't but i was a free boy 6 months
ago. I guess you're right, if i can get over it i can get on.
One nice thing lately though, is that miss Carrie has allowed me to
wear my loincloth even in public away from school, my willy is covered
all the time. Maybe i've been good. I'm really sure i am now being
primed for clothing. I'm being super good as a result. Ok i'm not
totally covered all the time, sometimes a breeze will lift the cloth
enough to give people a good look at my tackle, my secret. i have to
simply stand and endure their glares. Sometimes it feels like thats
worse than being naked. It becomes an occasion for them to gawp. People
actually stop to watch, the same people who have seen me fully naked in
the past. The curtain flutters open and the willy show begins while i
remain motionless with arms aside helpless to my own humiliation. When
the breeze stops and the curtain drops these people seem to snap out of
their trance and carry on their business like hypnosis victims. It
probably just lasts for fractions of a second but for me its an
agonising eternity.
i just don't want to mess this new
clothing phase up and be forced to go naked everywhere again, having
everyone stare at my willy, or worse still, lifting it and inspecting
it like its simply an accessory. I guess i am now just an accessory. i
can assure you i'm being very good though just to keep my meagre
covering.
I'm even allowed to wear my loincloth to work and
when i go out shopping on my own now, its amazing. OK, its soon whipped
off at work if a customer wants to try something on me, but thats to be
expected. The sudden exposure is a bit of a shock to the system each
time, but its always in the safety of the shop, and i think miss Carrie
has asked Ben and Jed to keep me wearing it as much as possible. They
always refit it to me as soon as the nude task is complete.
I can't wait to see what outfit miss Carrie picks for me to wear everyday. I hope its something really smart like Eetu had.
Talking of Eetu, we returned back to school for the new term and i
didn't see Lucy or Eetu. It doesn't mean they weren't there of course,
just not in the same places as i was. On the second week i saw Lucy,
and my heart sank when i saw she was accompanied by a young slave of
about 13 or 14.
Lucy brought him over to show to miss
Carrie. He was tiny, he only just came up to my chest, i towered over
him. He was fully clothed though! Lucy thought to clothe her slave,
despite his youth, in a perfectly presented tweed suit. A mini version
of that worn by Eetu. And just like Eetu, even his legs, torso and arse
were covered and spared the gaze of many. The comparison with my raggy
loincloth was immense.
As she approached they went through
their usual greetings, then “this is my new slave Aisyx” she said
brightly as she straightemed his tie and gave a small chastising slap
to the back of his head, for which he appologised, of course. Carrie
nodded to Lucy and appeared to reciprocate the tie adjustment by
adjusting my loincloth and slapping my bottom. She then adjusted it
again, smoothing the front down with her hand. I don't know why, i'd
ironed it to within an inch of its life earlier i even starched it to
further obscure any willy lines. It was so flat it in fact, looked like
mini wardrobe hung from my waste. Despite my best efforts miss Carrie
couldn't seem to satisfay herself with her own adjustments to the point
that she gave up, pointed at the new slave getting his attention
followed by pointing her thumb at my loincloth. He looked at Lucy for
approval, she nodded and gave him a throat slitting action. At which
point the slave put down Lucy's bags and stepped forward. He
symmetrically brushed my shoulders and my chest with the palm of his
hands, like i'd accrued a year of dust. He stepped back to survey his
work(?) then pulled the tag on my loincloth bow releasing it and
whipped it off. He retracted holding it in his hands clasped in front
of him. Not behind him, in front. As if to highlight the stark
difference that not only is he fully covered, but he now has my only
covering to further shield himself, leaving me fully exposed by his
hand.
After a few weeks of public privacy i felt the air rush
in a reclaim my penis once again. It was wafting round there already of
course, but now i was accutely aware of it. There was nothing i could
do, i simply held my arms by my side while my shoulders tightened in
shock and mild frustration. I was mortified. I was now in the full
knowledge that i was once again naked and disadvantaged to all around,
but especially the new slave who was actually the one who stripped me.
“Phew, thats better” Carrie said.
“Indeed” Louise answered looking at my dick, then weighing it in her palm. “No cage?”
“No it was a faff to keep clean, and really spoils the view when he's
uncovered, don't you think?” to a nod of agreement from Louise. "When I
show him off I like it to be instant. Whats the pint of doing it if all
people get to see is a cage. Exposure should be just that. All or
nothing." She declared to another agreement nod.
I don't know
why she chose that moment to expose me, but its effect on me was
dramatically quelling. All I could think of was my predicament and how
unfair it was considering i'd been so good and obedient. i don't show
it, but i felt tears welling up behind my eyes, it was such a
degradation. It also felt like the whole exercise was to somehow remind
me who i was but also set me in a place below Lucy's slave. Lucy gave
another approving nod to Carrie, waved a hand, and by some magic caused
the new slave to hand her bags to me to hold. i automatically and
mindlessly received them; one in each hand, held at either side of my
exposed boy parts. This left him free to clasp his hands now behind his
back as though he was my supervisor, all the while holding my loincloth
like a little tail. Puffing out his immaculately and fully clothed
chest to me he looked me fully up and down, pausing his eyes at my cock
before presenting the tiniest condescending grin to my face. So thats
settled then. This 13 year old replacement slave is now superior to me
somehow, and knows it. All hopes that this new interloper was temporary
were instantly dashed too after the next exchange between the
mistresses.
“He's cute isn't he” Carrie said as she brushed her
fingers through his loosely cropped hair which sprung back up like a
shag pile carpet.
“He's still learning, but he's pretty good. He was already trained when we got him, it was part of the Eetu package”
“Oh?” was my owner's questioning response. Yes Carrie, indeed, that was
my thought too. ‘Package?’ like some kind of part-exchange?
“Daddy described it as an old favor to repay. It was all set 10 years
ago, so I couldn't intervene really. They collected him last term and
delivered this one during the holidays. " pausing for effect and
looking down at the boy "This is one of Eetu's old suits” she said
sliding her fingers behind the jacket lapel . “Fits him perfectly.”
Eetu must have been young when he had that suit, it was tiny. “Being
'A' class he should be quick to mould” Lucy continued.
“Do you miss E2?” Carrie asked thoughtfully.
“He was a good slave. And with me for so long” Lucy sighed, but then
continued “Well, they all end up in the mines at some point don't
they.” giving a little snort-laugh as she dragging her hand slowly back
from my dick which she'd been gently weighing in her palm for the full
discussion.
This single stroke soft masturbation was not lost
on her new slave as he watched my treasured but revealed secret finally
drop back between my legs, remaining slightly plump. He now regarded me
with mix of supremacy and derision as he looked from my dick to the
expression of resigned abasement i was trying to hide. Of course all
expressions were subtle, but i very clearly picked up his unspoken
assessment of me as merely some kind of mentally challenged pet.
The bell rang for the start of school and Lucy snapped a couple of
orders at her new trainee slave. Something about not losing her bags,
at which point she looked down at my penis triggering him to grab it
and trail me by it into the building, whilst i carried the bags that he
had arrived with.
As we entered the doors and all split to our
respective form classes, A.6 let go of my dick and looked at the bags
prompting me to hand them back to him, nearly exchanging them for my
loincloth. “ahem” he coughed. I looked around unsure what to do. He had
the bags, what more was there, give my covering back? He coughed again.
Eetu never expected anything from me, so i was at a loss. I felt a
sharp slap across the back of my head.
“This is Lucy's slave, and he's an 'A' rank” Carrie said. “Bow!”
I couldn't believe it. Confused, i bowed to the new, much younger slave
as though he was my master, my dick still exposed to him. He passed me
the loincloth, returned a curt nod, spun on his heels and swooshed away
behind Lucy. Higher rank!!??? He's certainly far more rank than me, but
that doesn't mean he’s superior in any way. After furtively glancing
about to see who had seen me naked, i quickly re-tied my loincloth over
my dick and set off for my form class.
By my actions you'd
think no one has ever seen me in the buff before, and that the
horrendous humiliations of the past few months had never happened. Its
amazing what you can try and forget. The way some of the students
whooped at seeing my willy, and others tried to grab it you'd also
think that they'd never seen it before either, let alone all had
personal introductions to it last term, though that was a whole week
ago i suppose, i guess they are hungry for it again now. I wonder how
many were excited to come back to school to get a fix of the
casper's-dick drug.
What the hell is this slave hierarchy
nonsense anyway? He's a slave, just like me, who just happens to be in
clothes. Eetu's old clothes! The clothes of my friend that he's just
callously replaced. Anyway, i'm a gene-line first edition original and
very valuable, I should be an 'A' rank too, if I'd been named out of a
catalogue like him I'd be something sassy like AyWon. I get that there
would be a hierarchy between Lucy and Carrie because of their ages, and
that Lucy owns the farm and stuff, but the slaves?? And why was there
none of this ranking nonsense with Eetu?
I was so insensed
that the new slave was 'higher ranked' than me, i'd momentarily
forgotten about poor Eetu. Then it hit me like a brick. 'They all end
up in the mines…' she said. Has Eetu been sent down the mines? Or was
Miss Lucy just stating that all staves get sold on, and some end in the
mines? Why mention the mines at all? After all his good service she
wouldn't send him down the mines. His perfectly manicured body was
going to go through hell down there, like some kind of humani corporis
demolition derby. Maybe this was the reason the family got rid of him.
Maybe he wasn't 'high rank' enough. He was top class to me though, he
was amazing. My friend.
She did say “they all end up in the
mines?” though and miss Carrie did nod in agreement, Is that going to
be my fate? Lucy did ruffle my hair when she said it, so maybe she was
just winding me up. I seriously need to find out where Eetu was sent.
The only one who might tell me anything is A.6. He's the key, he came
from Eetu's new owners, it was a swap...kind of, wasn't it. I guess A.6
was spared the mines because he was too small, if thats where he came
from. Maybe they only get put down there in their late teens, or if
they are below a certain rating, like the D slaves. I'm late teens...
and i don’t have a rating yet.
Slave
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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: RE Hierarchy
Boy
If Miss Dorridge was trying to wind you up, then she's definitely
succeeded. Let this be a lesson to you to not listen in to real
people's conversations.
I'm sure there is a very rational
explanation of where E2 has been sent, and if that is the mines then so
be it. He is a slave. Slaves must progress somewhere, why shouldn't
that be the mines. They're actually offering a good price for a strong
body like yours at the moment, so it would be a sound business move for
your owning family should you become too difficult to control.
Stop thinking and just do your job. Remember, all that thinking causes
stress and all that stress stops you focussing on serving your
superiors properly.
Lucy has clearly been delivered a slave
that has been professionally trained and left the accademy with
exceptional scores, an 'A' rating. You, on the other hand have been
hap-hazardly trained at home and are a complete mess by comparison.
The best a home-trained slave can achieve is a J rating showing just
how far down the pecking order you are. And you'd only qualify for that
'J' if you were castrated.
Even E2 was exceptional, the best
grade a CC-confiscated slave can achieve is an E. So, if you want to
better your grade without castration you should get yourself
confiscated. You can see if the brutality of a confiscation camp is
worth the extra grading.
Alternatively, you can stop your jealous whining and serve...WHOEVER! Even if it is another slave.
You really must get over this idea that you have choices.
Mr. Jenkins
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: Hierarchy
Dear sir
I’m going to find out somehow myself where Eetu has been sent, and if
he’s in the mines i’ll break in and free him. I’ve got to work out how
to free myself first though, so i guess that will be a small setback in
my plans, i’ll bide my time and spring like a coiled tiger or snake or
whatever coils its self up. But i'll save him.
slave
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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Subject: RE: Hierarchy
Hi Carrie dear
Keep a close reign on casper for a while. I think the E2 situation is
affecting him. I've not seen defiance in him like this before. He's
going to get himself confiscated if not careful.
Jim
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From:lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE: Hierarchy
Hi uncle Jimmy
I did warn you that this clothing idea would be trouble for us. I think
he's just missing E2. I'll talk to him when I give him his bath later,
and maybe give him a wet paddling to bring him in line. Jenny and Molly
are over so they can give me a hand with it. Goto go back out to them
now.
Speak soon
Carrie xx
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE Hierarchy
Dear sir
I'm sorry i worried you about wanting to free Eetu sir. Miss Carrie has
explained my position to me again and i don't think i could ever have
freed him. i dont think i will try anything so stupid.
slave