By Xhumil
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* * * * *From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: Conditioning by Storring
After the last bell Bamber handed me over to storring at the gate, he
didn't look like he wanted to let me go, i expect he wanted a repeat of
last night, but less awkward and better organised. He doesn't need a
slave, he wants a lover, but whatever he gets he needs to sort his head
out first.
The private Storring experience couldn't have been
more different to my night with Bamber. We walked about a mile from
school as Storring shed his hangers-on, and when the last one was gone
we headed across the big field where his ride was waiting and he told
his driver to go home. He sat in the plush leather seat and i knelt on
my hands and knees next to him. He lived about 30 minutes from the
school, and for the entire time he chatted at me whilst rubbing the
stuff that was on my head. I didnt pay any attention to what he was
saying, but his tone was that gentle lull he uses when programming me.
In no time I was erect and dripping onto the floor.
Storring's
home was large, it had a long driveway, i just couldn't understand why
he was attending our school. Maybe his parents wanted to ground him in
reality, or perhaps he's been expelled from every posh school in the
area. I din't know, but hearing that posh voice of his switch on when
Mother was in earshot it sort of funny, but it was clear that without
his acting at school he would have been hopelessly out of place.
We walked up to the house past the driver and a gardener, both noticed my boner swaying out front but didn't say anything.
Inside and through into a large lounge his mother inspected me touching
only my willy between her finger and thumb while asking what the gunk
on me was. Storring just told her the kids at school had been having
fun with me. She reminded him that i belonged to someone else and had
to be given back in one piece, which was ominous, then told him go and
do his homework and to dress for dinner. Without referring back to him
she called a maid to get me washed and fed which was a very welcome
intervention, and a respite from the evil minchkin. Left up to Storring
i would probably have had another starving night and remained caked in
the crispy dried slop.
The maids were giggly as they hosed me
down in the garden, squirting it up my bum and trying to hit my balls
with the jet of water. It seemed down to me to get myself lathered up
as they continued to shoot my balls. It was fun, and nobody was about
to prevent any laughter. The water was far too cold to remain erect
while they chased and squirted me. When both maids finally did calm
down and started soaping up just my dick and balls, taking turns,
stiffness soon followed. Once they'd played with my erection enough
they gave me a final rinse and led me into the kitchen to dry me off. I
wondered why they didn't dry me outside rather than tracking water into
the house, but i think the 'stiff walk' from the garden round the side
and through into the kitchen was part of their plan, giggling quietly
to each other as they checked out my swaying boner. Their choice of
wash site seemed to have been selected to provide them with as much
privacy and me with as much exposed erection walking as possible. No
doubt they'll be recalling every detail of this 'fun' with their
fingers at bedtime tonight. I stood in the kitchen while they dried me
off, there was no luxury of a huge fluffy towel wrap, they used a small
towel each, while one was drying my back the other would be focussing
on drying my cock and balls. The whole scenario seemed to keep me as
hard as possible. When they had run out of moisture to mop i was
presented with a plate of bread and ham and a glass of milk placed on
the table next to me. I had to stand while eating, the girls staring at
me the whole time.
As i finished the last of my meal i was
sent to the dining room to serve the Storring's. One of the maids
showed me what to do before leaving the kitchen, but i've
silver-service waiting, ever since Lisa taught me it in Clandau. I'd
never dream of serving the Jenkins family any other way.
I
waited by the table with my hands clasped behind my back for the food
to be wheeled in. Looking at the sparse place settings on the table
Storring appeared to be an only child. With one hand on my bottom and
the other stroking up and down my stomach and willy mother asked why i
was naked. Not disapprovingly, just interested i guess. Storring told
her i was unruly and thats how my owners kept me. Not completely untrue
i suppose, and she said she liked it. She called me a pretty little
thing, and said i scrubbed up well. Storring said that's how he'll keep
his next slave, then perstered her if they could buy me. His reasoning
was that with 2 out of 3 strikes now against me i'd be cheap, being so
close to confiscation and all. He said something about entering me in
the games to clear my name, but she was adamant that until they'd found
his old slave, apparently still on the grounds somewhere, he wasn't
trusted to have a new one. This psycho was scaring me more by the
moment. I know it was a big place, but how can you lose an entire
slave. It wouldn't have run away as the collar would have stopped it.
So where was it and why couldn't they track its exact location? Only
psycho boy knew the answers.
After setting down their desserts
I was sent away and tasked in the kitchen to wash up. I like doing
that, its relaxing and i can be mostly on my own. Apart from the odd
tea-towel slap by a giggly maid from time to time. As i neared the
final crockery master Storring appeared in kitchen and walked past me
to the door. Without saying a word he snapped his finger and pointed at
the floor. I instantly joined him in the squatting pose he likes. “Good
boi he said, stroking my head, clipped a lead to my collar and walked
out. I dropped to all-fours and followed. I'd love to know what the
maids thought of this, maybe his old slave was trained in this way too.
We reached a lower paddock-type area which appeared to be strewn with
what looked like junk, totally out of keeping for the house. He gave me
the 'sit' gesture and i obeyed returning to the 'Storring squat' as i
call it.
Storring walked around me a couple of times,
looking intently at me, searching for something out of place. We'd done
this at school before, before i learned how to avoid him, but the
routine is so well ingrained in me i knew exactly what he wanted; feel
flat on floor, knees bent to the sides showing off my dick, and hands
down by my sides. “Good boy” he whispered in my ear while stroking my
head again. Just knowing i'd passed the first test left an unwelcomed
excitement in me. His whispering drilling into my brain soon had the
usual effect of raising another erection. “You can be good, and
obedient, I can see it.” He continued, pressing his whispers into my
cerebrum forcing me to blank out and hang on his every utterance. “If
you were my slave you'd never be in this 2-strike mess” gently
rewarding my boner with a light stroking. Nothing so vulgar as a grip,
just a a soft open hand caress sending me further into a fugg rapture.
“I would remove those strikes against you easy. We'd go to the
competition together, you and me and you'll win a full pardon. Free.
Free to serve me without any CC interference. You'll be my private
slave, no one else could use you. You'll be like my personal E2” He
continued whispering about how good i'll be and how i'll learn about
the key punishments and carried on stroking me. By the time he paused i
could feel the weight of my Cowper's fluid connecting my erection to
the ground with a long sticky web of his making. I couldn't help
thinking of being like E2, being owned at school permanently rather
than shared amongst everyone. The thought of a competition to clear my
name, OK no proper freedom, but at least no confiscation. “You'd like
to be free from all the sharing wouldn't you boy” he whispered directly
onto the top of my head, like a mother's kiss, i whispered my positive
reply. “You'll stand with me, to serve and protect me. A naked
guardian” His skill with this hypnotism was so powerful that i simply
forgot about E2's clothes and imagined myself standing next to him
proudly naked and hard protecting and loving my little master.
He left me to stew for a while, watching me silently. When he was ready
he took hold of my balls, his usual form of punishment. “I'm allowed
impact punishment on you now that you're mine, I no longer need to
punish you with these.” twitching his hand to threaten a crush. “Will
you be a good boy?” he whispered so close to my ear.
“Yes sir” I
responded through deep breath, barely audible with shivers up my spine.
He squeezed my balls gently, then firmer, the pain started to build
until it was excruciating. I remained still. I didn't move a muscle
until he released his grip. “thank you sir” I meant it too, i found
myself craving his touch.
Still whispering into my brain he poined
out the junk and described the route through, under and over it. He
told me how fast i was expected to complete the challenge then with a
hard slap to my backside with a paddle i ran on all fours to tackle the
course. He ran alongside shouting where to go and what to do. I bounded
over tubs, through tunnels, through piles of wood and finally reached
the startline again.
My timing was bad and i was punished.
Not with the paddle but the whippy cane on my backside, it was painful.
After the punishment he pressed my head to his chest whispering “there
there” into my ear, and how much better i could be, the whole process
refirming my erection once again. He crouched in front of me holding my
dick for some final face to face words, as i watched his lips i fought
the urge to kiss them, but then he stood aside and with a firm slap i
ran the course again. And again, and again. My timing improved, but so
did his expectations, always coming short, always punished, but
repaired with post-punishment loving attention. Whispering in my ear
and telling me to be good. The emotional exchange left me crying at
points with him quickly moving to tell me at a whisper how everything
would be alright as i was his. I was near collapse by the time we moved
to the next challenge, but i'd developed such a love for him that i'd
gladly continue in the task until i was extinguished or even successful.
In a small wooded area was a rope slung between trees. Storing was
impeccably organised, he managed himself so well, why would he not be a
good slave driver with planning like this. Standing in front of the
slung rope he started to tie me up. Each knot was an artform, slowly
and patiently set with the slack end of the rope slowly pulled throug
caressing my skin as it went. There was no rushing here, or rope burns.
Fairly soon i found myself in a rope harness fashioned from the various
ropes piled in the area. He constantly felt my skin, i know this from
the shop, he was checking i had blood flow, but his checks involved
lightly rubbing his hands over my entire body. I was totally hypnotised
by his ministrations. His vigilance and love warmed further me to him,
my trust in him and his skills rewarded him with a return to hardness
which he tweaked and stroked from time to time while carefully binding
the next limb or setting the next knot. In no time i was totally
immobile, and with a push my feet left the ground and i swung into a
position laying sideways suspended between the trees floating above the
ground. Master whispered continuously into me while he worked, leaving
my mind floating higher than my body. As time passed i became more
encased in ropework until the final knot rendered me bound to his idea
of perfection, hovering in mid-air. He surveyed his work, pleased with
himself telling me what a good boy i was, his praise sending shivers
through me, and commenting on the precum stringwork of my own and how
good i was for making it. He even giggled and fed me some of the fluid
collected on the end of his finger. Without receiving the desperately
wanted kiss i settled for his finger, sucking it in as i retrieved the
Cowper.
“You have to get out now” He said matter of factly like a
switch had been thrown burning off the love. “There's a kennel by the
house, you can share that with the dog if you get out.” pulling his
finger roughly from my mouth “If not someone will cut you down first
thing but you'll be punished severely for it” Then he checked for blood
flow again, smiled to himself and ran back to the house, presumably to
bed.
I struggled for a good while to free myself,
concentrating mainly on one arm, i needed a wank urgently. Such is his
power over me i needed that more than freedom. I never did get my wank,
and struggling all i could there was no freedom to be had. The skies
darkened around me as i tried to slip limbs from the cocoon, but it
seemed hopeless. Each movement weaker than the preceding one, before i
knew it, it was morning. Storring stood in front of me tutting, he
released one rope at the tree and i fell to the floor with a thud. He
spent some reasonable time extricating me while telling me again how
bad i was for not trying. He said he wanted to push me into the lake
still bound to join his other slave but i needed to thank his mother
that he won't. This boy is pure psycho. I imagined his bedroom full of
de-winged bats and insects all suffering at his hands.
Thursday At school was like the worst conditioning ever. I hoped it
would be easy due to the short time they had to do things to me during
breaks, like yesterday with Bamber's hapless bafoons. I hadn't factored
in how organised Storring was, it was the most humiliating day of my
life. Having to stay in that awful subordination pose in front of
master Tim Storring and his other year 7 followers, taunting me and
pushing me. He sold this to me as the punishment for failing the
challenges last night. They’d made a make-shift cockring so my penis
never really went soft all day, it just seemed to swell and swell. When
I was standing I felt it was like a beacon forcing people to look at
it. I still can’t get used to having people see my privates all day
every day, they’re called privates for a reason, but this was obscene,
it was just so noticable. It gave such an obvious target for Storring's
sidekicks to slap, all laughing wildly as they did it. At least it was
a clean day. Some of Bamber's mates threw stuff at me, but Storring
just got girls to wash it off. There must be a reason he wanted me
clean.
At lunchtime Master Storring took me to the middle of
the school yard made kneel high, so my thighs were right angles to my
calves and hold my arms out straight either side. Storring and Bamber's
followers started gathering round watching him whisper his lectures
into my ear. I was the only one who could hear him. All the onlookers
were aware of were my soft quiet answers “yes sir”, “no sir”, “sorry
sir”, “always sir” and the slow and sure hardening of my dick which.
Thy couldn't seem to help themselves point and laugh at it. He gently
pushed my head forward so I was staring directly at my hard cock and
the string of pre-cum slowly making its way to the ground. He ran his
fingers through the hair on the back of my head a few times while he
told me i had to be punished for failing him. I thanked him for some
reason, not knowing what the punishment would be, I assumed it would be
either messy or painful, but definitely degrading. A frenzy ran through
the crowd, i heard giggles and the squeals of excitement. My nerves of
this impending new humiliation were tempered slightly by his constant
calm preaching straight to my brain and the hypnotic view of my Cowper
webbing swaying slowly off my dick and glistening in the sunlight.
With a sudden jolt to reality a buzzing vibration ran from my brow to
my crown and i watched as a huge chunk of my floppy fringe landed on my
erection and slowly caressed it as it slid off and onto the floor. This
was repeated over and over but the buzz was drowned out by hysterical
screams, cheers, jeers and laughter from the crowd. I remained
motionless as the hair fell mingling with my tears on the ridge of my
shaft before hitting the floor. As he finished with the clippers he
chastised me for my softening dick and instructed me to “get hard and
stay hard”
I wanked for the baying mob still staring at the
ground until re-hardened. He re-posed my arms outstretched again which
i diligently held, still scared of causing any CC intervention, and i
was slavered with shaving cream by many many hands over every part of
my body. It soon became apparent that these people also had razors. In
a group effort they helped Storring close-shave me all over, my head,
pubes, armpits, even my eyebrows. My hard cock was manipulated and
pubis re-shaved over and over by different hands leaving a deeper and
deeper rash. I tried to remain emotionless but tears streamed down my
face. I allowed every indignity without opposition, I didn't give CC
any excuse to take me. When the bell rang they just left me on my own,
bald and crying in the middle of the yard, arms still outstretched.
There was a whistle from the doorway of the building and i rose and ran
to it for master Storring to clip on my lead and drag me inside the
building to be his sniffling seat for the afternoon classes.
In the afternoon break they paraded me round again holding me by the
back of the neck bent over inviting and allowing people to slap my bald
head and arse. It was devastating, tears started again. i finished up
standing over the pile of my hair, bent over I had no choice but to
stare at it.
Master Storring made me 'sit' in that squat pose
and scoop up my own hair from the ground holding it in front of me in
both hands cupped together, willy swaying in the breeze. He gently
trailed his fingers over my bald head looking into my hands and told me
what beautiful hair I had. "To be honest I've always been a little
jealous, all the girls keep talking about the slave and how cute he is,
his willy and his beautiful hair. 'Oh how it shines when its clean'
they say. Do you think so boy? Look at it! It is very pretty, all
different colours as it catches the light, I see what they mean now.
Well?" This caused my tears to stream faster, my voice cracked as I
replied with what he wanted
"yes sir I'm proud of my hair, its my
favourite feature" The utter humiliation of what they have done to me
and now goading me with what he's taken, his power over me was totally
crushing and depressing. But that power caused a stirring once again,
and despite my desperate mood I found myself providing him with an
involuntary hard-on as his reward.
He whispered into me that I
had been a naughty boy and everything that happened was necessary. He
made me confirm I understood and I just said "I understand sir". He
then said that if I remember that he is my master then he can make sure
things like this won't happen again. While he held my willy and gently
stroked it with his thumb. "Thank you sir" I replied. He asked if I
would like to grow my hair back. I said "yes please sir" I had
forgotten all about mistress Carrie, he told me to be a very good boy
and he'll let me have my hair. His lips were so close to my ear I could
feel his breath on it again. I was now dripping again by this point. He
let me lick my pre-cum off his palm then he kissed my forehead very
slowly and deliberately. He told me he had a present for me because he
is 'the nice one', and would I like it. I apprehensively said yes and
thanked him.
He moved behind me and put some cream on my head,
he massaged it gently onto my scalp, it felt nice, soothing against all
the rough razor scrapes, rashes and cuts. He stopped and came back
round the front whispering " You are my boy and I want you to always
remember that little cas" smearing some of the cream on my cheeks.
Looking directly into my eyes he squeezed my balls, maybe a warning,
maybe affection. What i did know was his hand was pretty sticky now. He
then lifted my hands and pressed the palms, complete with the pile of
cut hair they were holding, onto my head. Leaving me like that he
collected more hair from the floor, knocking the bottle of cream which
rolled round in front of me. I could now read the words "QuickGlue".
Storring pressed his collected hair against my cheeks. Taking my hands
away he said loudly "oh you look beautiful again, Perfect hair for all
the girls and boys" to a huge roar of laughter. The bell rang for the
final lessons of the day. “Now don't move from that spot. If you do
I'll have to confiscated permanently.” He skipped off and joined his
cohorts entering the building. i daren't move, there was too much at
stake. i just remained in that squatting position in the school yard
facing the road crying and exposed to all passers by.
By the
home time bell my cut hair had stuck solid in a pile to the top of my
head and to my cheeks, i remained in the yard until he collected me and
his followers goaded me further as he delivered me to the school gates
where my mistress and her friends were waiting to console me. Mum
arrived soon after and took us home.
Slave
From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: RE: Conditioning by Storring
Boy
It sounds like you've had quite the adventure over those past two days.
I suggest you learn obedience and respect from it. You broke the rules
and were very lucky to be saved from permanent confiscation. If it
wasn't for young master Bamber's greed for you and the hard work of
your mistress and her friends convincing him you argue for custody, I
dare say this would have ended very differently.
Mr. Jenkins
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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Subject: RE: Conditioning by Storring
Hi Carrie darling.
I understand from your father that the severity of the claims against
young casper means that he has no mor lifelines, and any perceived
transgression could wind him up in permanent confiscation. This may
also have ramifications to you also.
I would like to suggest
to you that you try and protect your slave for a while as you've seen
how easy it is for someone to claim a charge against it. In the
meantime I will investigate the claims from the Storring boy about a
set of 'Games' which could, I assume if won, return you all to a more
stable position by wiping all these marks against casper. Remember,
casper was once your brother, we all really need to protect the whole
family as best we can.
Jim