By Xhumil
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* * * * *From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Subject: RE: Conditioning by Storring
Hi carry darling.
I've been thinking about the recent incidents and I'm worried for both of you.
I've been reading all your and casper's emails since your big brother
was first presented to you as a slave. Now whereas I first applauded
your inginuity in taming him through nudity, I was a little concerned
when you effectively threw him to the lions, so to speak, by enforcing
his nudity in school and allowing anyone free-reign to 'own' him when
you were not close-by.
You had ample opportunity to provide
him a modicum of humility through clothing and a set of clear rules and
covenants preserving some of his dignity. Luckily he is a very strong
individual and has managed to somehow cope with his daily humiliations.
This course of action has now clearly lead you to a difficult position
where some students have now decided that he is more theirs than yours
and I believe with such unfettered accss to your slave's body you will
find more challenges to your ownership and authority. It is quite
possible that the next attempt to userp your slave will result in a
full confiscation of it as you all sleepwalk it into the hands of
Compliance Control (CC). As you know they will be only too pleased to
permanently remove your slave. Due to the last incident of overzealous
ownership by those pupils who outwitted you, your slave is now left
with no demerits, life-lines, chances, whatever you want to call them,
a slave has 3 chances to fuck up in public and without these life-lines
the merest transgression or orperceived transgression, could see the
slave confiscated forever.
Please darling, put some clothes
on the boy and set up some covenants of ownership at school to prevent
any more out of control situations. You know setting up boundaries and
forcing all students to come to you in order to control the slave will
put you in a very strong and powerful position with your peers. Who
knows, giving it cothing too could provide you with even more fun when
you need, or want, to to strip it in public.
Jim
From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Subject: RE: Conditioning by Storring
Hi uncle Jim
I'm not sure clothing casper is going to do any good in the long run,
but after Thursday's troubles i'm willing to try clothes on it for a
while. Especially after today's nightmare at school. I can't believe I
had my slave taken away and given to those yobs to own because of
something casper did wrong. It totally wasn't fair, it was not my fault
and I had to suffer the loss of my slave for 2 days! I thought shaving
it before giving it back to me was a bit harsh too. Having said that,
the boy did look funny with his bald little willy bobbing up and down
round the house while doing its housework, I'm going to have to shave
it more often. I'm not so sure about the bald head though, I liked his
hair.
I allowed casper to have the day off school on Friday,
after all that trouble the day before. He had just finished washing up
when Doug phoned me in a panic to say Bamber and Storring might be on
their way over with Compliance Control enforcers. I didn't know what
more they could do to us but I didn't want any more trouble so I told
dad what Doug had told me and we took casper for a ride in the car. I
couldn't think of any excuses to tell casper so we took it to do the
weekly shop. We watched from a distance as it walked round the aisles
of the shop and people looked at his nudity. I feel very satisfied
seeing his reaction to their glances. I love how its never rally got
comfortable with nudity in public. I felt a bit bad for it though as I
still hadn't had a chance to soak that hair off its head that Storring
glued in place. Its awful, it looks like a really badly fitted tupe,
all whispy too.
After about an hour we returned home only to
find it had been a big false alarm. Dad phoned Matt, you know the guy
that casper describes as the 'Weasel'. He's useful to have in our
court, if he really is on our side. He said that he'd heard of no plans
for CC to make any further seizures of casper and he's been working
pretty hard to counter all Lisa's plans. Never the less, I think dad
stayed up all night watching out the window to be sure CC weren't
trying to surprise us.
Nothing did happen then or for the
rest of the weekend. To be sure we could monitor the slave and ensure
CC couldn;t get it I even allowed casper to take the weekend off
working at the fetish, I mean slave accssory shop. I agree I don't want
to lose my slave as mum and dad are attached to it for some reason and
we can't afford another slave anyway, but I'm not comfy with the whole
clothing idea although I suppose it will have to do, and I trust your
judgement. And I don't want it getting used to nudity, so I suppose its
worth a try.
Carrie xx
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: Getting on with it
sir
I went back to school today for the first time since the
Storring/Bamber punishment. It was difficult, but i guess i'm learning
that humiliation is just another part of being a slave. I was really
nervous at facing the other pupils as i've never been humiliated quite
so badly as that ever. It seemed like everyone in the whole school
wanted to punish me. I know it was just the Bamber and Storring
followers, but i couldn't shake the feeling it was everyone.
It was really nice of my mistress to let me recouperate for the rest of
the week after the Storring punishmnet so i didn't have to face
everyone right away, though there was a wierd, stressful atmosphere the
whole weekend. She also let me take the weekend off work too. She's
been quite kind at home, putting ointment on the wounds left after
Bamber and Storring's mistreatment of me. Even she with all her power
can't help me regrow my hair back quickly though.
Initially i
dreaded my return to school, but from the minute Jenny and Doug called
for miss Carrie the day just got better and better. You know, best of
all i have clothing now! Actual wearable fabric for going outside in! I
still have to be naked about the house though, not sure why, but it
gives me time to wash and iron the clothes every day. But in public,
wow, no one gets to see my willy.
Well, its not real clothing,
i mean, not like a real person would have, but i'm covered and thats
all that matters. Its a pair of baby-blue pyjamas actually. The top has
giraffes on and only just reachs down to my tummy-button. But the
bottoms are full length, OK the fabric is thin and really won't hide an
erection, but carefully squishing it behind the waisteband should serve
to hide any embarassements, theres no button on the fly-slit so my
willy can accidentally flop out at any moment, but i can legitimately
'repair' them as there was one once. I think with these new clothes i'm
going to start being treated like a better class of slave. I doubt i'll
ever get to A6's level, but at least the little gremlin won't be able
to keep looking down at my dick in that condescending way to show how
inferior i am. I can't wait to see his face when i turn up clothed.
So, the clothing was amazing, out in public totally private-ish, apart
from the obvious swing of my dick against the flimsy fabric. But, small
steps eh.... Soon it will be a full suit i'm sure, i'd love to have a
tweed one like E2 had. I hope he's OK, i think i'm going to try and
find him somehow and make sure he's OK. I can't believe that a slave
can just be sold off like that, uprooted and sent away. I just hope it
wasn't to the mines. He's far too refined for that kind of environment.
I'm still bald from the shaving incident, but thankfully the loose hair
they'd glued to my bald head had come unstuck over the weeknd so at
least i didn't have that extra humiliation burden on top of the goading
i was expecting. Everyone can see my bald head, but not my bald willy.
Its already started to itch where the pubes are regrowing, which is
painful and annoying, but a good sign.
As we walked toward
the school i could feel sweat building up from my nerves, i was working
myself up more and more for a calamitous day of goading. Doug helped
calm me down though, i still love Doug, it was all i could do to stop
getting an erection in those Pjs just listening to his voice. OK, he
did keep sneakily and mischievously rubbing my dick which didn't help.
He stopped when Jenny, his sister, spotted my semi bulge and told me
off for 'displaying', then shot him a look of hate to let him know she
knew it was his fault. Its great to just have a bulge rather than a
fully visible pink boner.
Oh, Doug told me too that
something may have happened to Bamber and Storring because his mum got
a late call on Friday evening and he thought he heard their names
before she went into the other room. I guess its useful that Jenny and
Doug's mum is my CC caseworker, even if her job is to find ways to
confiscate me for CC's profit. With Doug's keen ears at least he have a
kind of mole in CC. He said that after she left the room he played dumb
and went to her study to see if she wanted a cup of tea. When he walked
in she was busily checking logs of my whereabouts for that day. He knew
the neighbourhood well and spotted our house on her viewer. Whatever
she found she sounded very disappointed to report back to the office
that i had been home all day. She also mentioned Bamber and Storring's
names too. He initially thought they were coming to get me again that's
why he called Carrie. I didn't even know he'd called miss Carrie, but
it explains the sudden shopping trip and the twitchy nervs all weekend.
I assumed it was all a fuss over nothing though and that Bamber and
Storring would be in school today to make my life a misery. Just
thinking of those two killed the erection and left me feeling very
anxious.
As we entered the school gates, however, the
atmosphere was like the come-down from a sugar rush! The place was
calm, serene. No one waiting to taunt the loser slave any further, and
everyone just seemed to get on with their own thing. Maybe if i had
been naked it would have been different, though i can't imagine these
flimsy pyjamas were saving me that much. Also i couldn't help wondering
how long i'd be wearing them before someone ripped them off me.
Those people who did look at me seemed shy, pitying. Apologetic maybe?
Nobody else apart from Doug has spoken about what happened on Friday
while i was recuperating at home. Had the whole school had some kind of
lobotomy over the weekend and lost their thirst for sadism? I didn't
care if thy had, it was great for me.
Then it hit me, the main
thing about my return, i guess, was that Bamber and Storring weren't
waiting at the gates to make life a misery and remind me who the
conquerors were. None of their followers were rallied to hound and
harass me. Nothing.. It was nice, and most certainly a plus point which
further relaxed me more. I was guessing that when they finally arrived
the hell would start. But right now I relaxed in the calm. The calm
before the storm.
But there was no storm. It turns out
Bamber and Storring were both absent. I would never think twice about
Bamber skipping off school, but Storring would never skip. In Maths
later Dan told me that both Bamber and Storring came in on the Friday
shooting their mouths off about what they'd done to me and pestering
Carrie, Jenny and Doug about how they were going to take me forever. It
seems they annoyed a lot of people that day. Perhaps they've had it
'explained' to them and are now laying low.
So,
finally, and the most amazing and best thing ever was assembly. By all
accounts, this was a repeat message of 'the special assembly' on the
Friday that i was recuperating. Today the headmistress made it clear
that she was “repeating Friday's message” then talked about basic
respect and superiority and then talked about my new pyjamas.
Apparently they're fixed. I mean Miss Carrie has issued a covenant that
the Pjs must not be removed, and that while i'm wearing them i am to be
left alone. I couldn't believe it. I wanted to jump up and down and
cheer! I didn't, i retained a detached dignity as all slaves should.
Its happening sir, i'm becoming a proper slave like E2, or even A6.
Slave
From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: RE: Getting on with it
Pull yourself together boy. I trust you will now put far more effort
into your servitude and chores and show thanks to your mistress for
being so good to you now. These clothes are not a right, they are a
privileged, and I know Carrie has only added these to your dress code
as a temporary change.
I trust you will now remember who your boss is and obey her without question.
_________________________________
From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Hi Carrie darling
I
trust you've seen your slave's latest message to me. Well done for
making that change to its dress-code. I know you're not happy about
clothing it, but remember, now the slave has something to lose (the
clothing), the service it will give you as a result will be
outstanding, I'm positive of that.
Well done lovely
girl, lets get that boy back on track, or at last off of CC's radar.
I'm still looking at the competition that the boy Storring mentioned to
casper. This may be our key to wiping all the bad points it has
accumulated. I don't need to remind you that any more misdemeanours
will get it confiscated, so its important not to let any of the
students lead it astray like last time.
Love
Jim
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: Getting on with it
Sir
Storring
and Bamber made a return to the school today. They had both been off
for a full week. When they returned thy both had a black eye and their
hair was about the same length as mine, basically shaved to a crew-cut.
There weren't any rumours as to their whereabouts for all that time.
I'd almost forgotten they existed as school was going so well. I'm
still clothed, but i wondered what these two are going to pull now
they'd returned.
As it happened they steered well clear
of me. Bamber didn't even say anything to me in the classes we share.
He barely looked at me, apart from a few awkward and oddly nervous
glances.
As the day progressed so did the mutterings
and rumours. Well, they had to tell someone where they'd been, and with
the kind of company they keep no one, except them, would expect their
secrets to be kept secret. By last break everyone knew, and everyone
was looking at me.
The day after the big degrade, as
i've heard it referred to. You know, the day they both got to own me
and humiliated me so hard it ended with all their followers shaving
bald me from head to toe. That was the Friday miss Carrie had allowed
me to take off school. Well as each of them made their ways home, they
were each hooded and abducted. Dragged kicking and screaming to railway
sidings. There was a group of people, some kids and some adults it
seemed. Both boys were stripped naked, tied up and forced to watch
their clothes being burned. They were then shaved like i had been.
I
didn't believe the story when Doug told me it, because i expected CC to
have assumed it was my doing and come after me. It seemed the boys were
made so scared they even told CC that i was definitely not one of the
abductors. I'm guessing the abductors told them to say that. I have
people on my side sir. Its quite heart-warming, but i don't know who to
thank.
slave
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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: Getting on with it
boy
Don't
let any of this go to your head. The last thing we want is for you to
get big-headed and confiscated. Stay humble. Be a good slave.
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: Getting on with it
sir
Sorry
I haven't written in a while, it's been 3 weeks since i got my
clothing. Its still the baby- blue PJs, but its something. Work at the
shop is still fun at the weekends, the Pjs don't get in the way of
equipment demonstrations either, they just whip the bottoms down and
the customers fit things to my bare willy. I just stand there while
they look at my bits and discuss the attachments. The shop owner and
his son; Jed and Ben, didn't seem to mind at all that i was clothed.
They know they have full access and can do anything as miss Carry sent
a note along with me when i re-started there again. I really like
working at the shop and Jed and Ben.
I'm still naked at
home unfortunately, worse still Carrie's homework club has restarted
and seems to have become very popular. There's always a bunch of girls
round our house after school supposedly to do homework, and Molly has
taken charge of me now during these sessions too. I can't believe how
much she's changed from the shy thing she was. The second we get in the
house after school she strips my PJs off me or orders me to do it and
organises my 'inspection'. Wow, its just an excuse to feel every part
of me. She also organises my bath most days too, schooling any 'new'
girls to the club on how to wash me and my helmet. Miss Carrie and
Jenny just watch the whole proceedings with a kind of proud but
entertained look on their faces. They've created a monster, Molly also
keeps telling me off when i get an erection in my PJs. "A boy's hard-on
must be seen" she keeps saying, much to their amusement.
School
has been great too, No one seems to bother me in my PJs, and at break
times i stay with miss Carrie ready to serve, just like Lucy Dorridge's
slave A6 does. We both stand at a sensitive distance from our
mistresses and wait patiently for instructions.
I'm
sure A6 was bothered by my newly clothed state, but he didn't let the
owners notice. I can read his face, its subtle but there are changes, i
love it that he's bothered. Well its kind of obvious now that he's
feeling threatened as he's taken to 'straightening' my clothes when i
arrive. Its a power thing, i'm sure of it. I mean i must be 5 years
older than him, the little runt. There's nothing to 'straighten' my PJs
are starched and ironed to within an inch of their lives. I make sure
that every crease is perfect, no one is getting any excuses to take
them away from me.
So, the first day he stepped
toward me and started smoothing my collar/lapel, not sure what its
called on PJs, i stepped back in shock. "Casper!" Miss Carrie chided
"A6 is 'A' class, its in his name. You'll do well to lean from him."
then she turned to A6 and said "Thank you A6, carry on, I hope you can
teach my naughty slave a few things about presentation." He nodded, did
a bit more smoothing and re-creasing, and that was it. He stepped away
and the girls told him what a good slave he was for 'helping me'. Like
i was a retard or something.
Every day since, I've
endured the 10 or 12 year-old 'super-slave' brushing at my clothes with
his hand and straightening my lapel. All under the guise of teaching me
to be a 'better slave' through grooming! He's only known me a couple of
months while i was a naked slave, so in his defence I suppose he thinks
i'm not used to clothing. I bet he has no idea i was once a pupil of
the school with the best clothes and wittiest lines. Now cousin Brad
has all my clothes and i'm not allowed to talk. He'll be shocked when
I'm free again and get that all back!
The girls all now
ignore A6's grooming of me as its just 'a slave thing', he's been
smoothing the fabric around my willy more and more though. I'm not
allowed to protest or move, so on a couple of occasions now he's left
me almost erect, my dick pushing the fabric out on my Pjs in a most
noticeable way. I know what's going on, he's trying to humiliate me, to
keep be beneath him, exert his superiority. Well, he can have his
superiority for now, i'll be a free boy soon, its just a matter of time
before dad gets the paper work back. When A6 is happy with humiliating
me he just steps back and gives me 'that look' and lets out a small
cough which always gets someone to look over.
"Casper,
you're hard again!" was the response from one of the girls last time he
pumped me under the guise of smartening me. Its was so noticeable too.
The night shirt barely comes down past my naval, and the bottoms are so
flimsy its all so obvious to any observer when i'm even the slightest
bit aroused. Luckily i've been able to get a small button sewn into the
pee-hole so i don't bust out, but its only a matter of time though, and
i'm sure people can see glimpses of my dick through the fly. He's
clever though, he doesn't do it every time, just some times. To make it
look like i'm malfunctioning rather than him trying to embarrass me.
Today
it changed though. This time he left me a a full erection. He's so
clever at it, its very subtle. Maybe all the previous times have been
practice. Anyway, it was a real full pumping hard-on. I still don;t
know how he did it. Well, i managed to squidge it up behind the
waistband of my PJ bottoms, but it just poked clear out, passed my
belly button and brushed against my PJ top. People noticed too. They
edged nearer to see my cock, like they haven't had enough of it over
the last few months. I guess they'd got as used to me in clothes as i
have. And with my familiarity of being clothed came a pressing
embarrassment. I tried to pull the top down to cover myself, but it
just kept springing up. I tried pushing my erection sideways along the
elastic, it just kept popping into my bottoms and poking out more
obviously. I coudn't work out where it would be least conspicuous.
While
i was frantically trying to hide it Molly turned and saw me. "casper!
You naughty slave! You know i don't like you having secret erections,
the bulges have been bad enough, but just look at your turgidity!" she
yelped with miss Carrie and Jenny giggling behind her.
"what you
going to do about it Mol'? He needs a specific rule and punishment to
follow" Carrie said, progressing Molly's schooling.
"For a start
a boy's hard-on must be visible!" She said, snapping the button off my
fly and reaching in, pulling my bright pink member out through the
hole. I looked down at it contrasting wildly against the baby blue PJs.
I couldn't work out if it was worse like this than blending against
naked flesh.
The onlookers were growing. All looking on at my exposed penis. Hard and throbbing.
"There!" she declared "Whenever you get a hard-on, even just a
plump-on, i want to see it. I'll be keeping this button from now on"
"nice one Molly, but what's the punishment if he's caught hard without
pulling it out" Jenny said smiling looking straight at my dick.
"Err.. well, erm" Molly was a bit flummoxed.
"Ma'am" A6 stated, probably the first time any of us had heard his
squeaky voice, but so perfectly timed it commanded a hearing. But
rather than any further words he just yanked my PJ bottoms down, my
erection getting dragged down with the fly then springing up like a
comedy cartoon character.
"Thank you A6" the punishment for
non-showing will be the loss of its bottoms for the rest of the day."
Molly said. I just stood there with my PJ bottoms around my ankles, an
erection on full view and about half the school yard staring straight
at my new nudity.
I looked at Miss Carrie knowing this was
against her new rules and awaited her verdict. She looked on at me and
my cock. Then at Molly, then at Lucy, A6's mistress and slowly said
"Well you heard her A6, you'd better look after the PJs."
The crowd
seemed to multiply as A6 retrieved the PJ bottoms one foot at a time
then pulled my top off, expertly folding them as he did so. Nobody said
anything about removing my top too, it was just supposed to be the
bottoms. But here I now was, totally naked.
"As this is a punishment you'd better put your hands on your head" Miss Carrie added to me in front of everyone.
Slowly
I complied, with my dick still at full mast, presumably held in place
by nerves and its knowledge it was humiliating me. A6 looked on smugly
superior with his face a ball of subtlety, but i could read it, it was
grinning from ear to ear but only i could see it. I was out of
practice, not that i ever got used to public nudity, i couldn't work
out where to look while i was waiting for softness to take over. How
did i shed the awkwardness of being on public display? Actually,i don't
think i ever did. This public exposure was crushing.
I've
been clothed almost half a term and on this last week of term I've now
been stripped naked and exposed in front of everyone. Not by my
mistress, not by her friends, my former friends, or even a teacher.
I've been stripped by the other bloody slave!
slave