By Xhumil
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* * * * *From: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE: Getting on with it
Hi uncle Jim
Well I guess you've read casper's latest message to you. I know I have.
As you know we stripped the it in the playground today. Its the first
time in weeks that the slave has been naked in public, and I can tell
you it was so exciting. Just seeing it's little face drop when Lucy
Dorridge's slave Asyx pulled its trousers down and its hard willy
popped up for everyone to see. Hehe such a rush! Its also loads of fun
reading casper's message to you moaning about it. I'm not sure what I
like most, doing stuff to my ex-brother and embarrassing him in front
of all my friends or reading his account of it later. Definitely doing
stuff to him. The slave is in need of more nude humiliation I think,
maybe some gooey stuff too, I might plant an idea in Doug's brain for
that, he likes messing the slave up.
I can't believe Molly is
becoming so strict with casper now. From the shy girl who had a massive
crush on my ex-brother to now, the girl who controls the same boy as a
slave so perfectly. She impressed both me and Jenny. Such a good idea
making the slave pull its willy out when it gets hard. It looks so
funny, pulsating pink against its baby blue Pyjamas bobbing up and down
in the main street.
We sent the slave back into school to
finish the afternoon lessons fully nude after the playground incident
:) Asyx kept hold of casper's clothes for the afternoon to avoid any
confusion over whethr it was allowed to dress or not. I'd love to be a
fly in the wall in casper's lessons when its naked. I suppose I am
kind, of, I get to see all casper's messages to you which, as I said
before, are very exciting to read. Its a shame it was the last lesson
really so casper only had to endure an hour naked.
I was a
bit delayed leaving my last class because some of the boys were messing
about in my class so we were all kept a bit late. I wish I could get
them stripped, that would soon sort them out. When we finally got out,
casper was waiting diligently in the middle of the playground. Lucy had
returned its clothes, but pleasingly the slave was standing there still
naked with its arms outstretched staring at its neatly folded clothes
piled teasingly on the hands of its outstretched arms. I love Lucy for
that little touch. Its funny, because she never does any nudity stuff
with her slaves, but I suppose they are all such well trained and good
slaves it would be a shame to humiliate them. Not like my naughty older
brother. Ex-brother I should say. So, we waited out of sight for a few
minutes watching one of the young girls from the 1st year
boinging his now hard willy and giggling at it with her friends. I can
only imagine the slave was soft before they started their game. And the
slave's face was a beautiful shade of scarlet throughout. I'd love to
know what they did to get it up.
You were right, it is more
exciting letting the slave wear clothes and then strip it. It looks so
embarrassed. We need to think of more reasons to strip it now.
Carrie xx
From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Subject: RE: Getting on with it
Hi carry darling.
I'm glad you've found a renewed excitement to owning your slave, but I
must re-iterate how important it is to keep it clothed in public. You
know your slave has burned through all its life-lines with Compliance
control (CC) and the next real or perceived reported misdemeanour will
have it confiscated and never returned. Your name will also get
tarnished screwing any chances of you working for CC in the future. I
know you've been talking to your friend's mother about a possible
career there. The more access you give these pupils to your slave, the
more likely you'll end up with another Bamber/Storring incident on your
hands. Only this time there will be no chances to lean on, the slave
will be gone.
Do you remember me telling you about the 'games'
that young Storring alluded to when he manage to commandeer casper?
Well I've looked into these games and they are a real thing, or will
be, this will be their first year. If we can get casper to win then it
will win some special slave training, a proper E-class slave rating,
and all its life-lines back, meaning you won't have to worry about
confiscation for a while, and you'll get a more professional slave in
return.
The next set of games will be held during the next
half-term holidays, in about 5 weeks from now. I propose you let me
look after the slave at my house for a week where I can train it for
some of the tasks. I suggest we all meet at cousin Brad's birthday
party and I'll take the slave home from there.
I know Brad
treated the slave very badly last time they were together, which I know
you found very exciting, but would you trust Brad enough to give him
your slave as a birthday present? It won't be forever, just sign him
over for a week or so to give Brad something to be excited for on his 12h
birthday. You'll get the slave back, and remember it will only be with
Brad and uncle Paul's for 1 day at their house while we're all there
for his birthday before I take it home with me. What do you think? A
more professional slave? Imagine humiliating it after it thinks its
fully qualified?
love
Jim
From: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE: Getting on with it
Hi uncle Jim
Dad seems really keen on getting all of casper's life-lines back so OK.
But I want to see a full account of what's happening to my slave. I
love reading about how its getting used and abused.
The thing
is I'm going away with Jenny again during those holidays and I'm not
going to want to respond to casper every time it writes, I just want to
be a fly on the wall. And casper isn't going to message you if you're
its trainer, well it might, but its not going to be very detailed. This
means I'll miss out on any juicy bits and deep personal feelings casper
has. Those are the best bits.
Can you ask Bailey, that slave
psychiatrist student friend of Sue's to handle casper's messages? You
can tell him its another chance to analyse casper for his thesis, or
something. Maybe you can invite him over to analyse casper in person
too?
How is sue anyway?
Love Carrie xx
From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Subject: RE: Getting on with it
Carrie
That sounds like a great idea, its unlikely to want to message me about
things i'm doing. I think I'll keep Bailey at messaging distance this
time though. Bailey and casper have done rather a lot of person to
person analysing at Sue's. I want more analysing and less anal between
those two boys this time, if you know what I mean. It will also give us
all a chance to read casper's messages and see whats going on inside
its head.
Right, I'm glad you're onboard with this, I'll make
plans and enter casper into the games. I suggest you keep it clothed
right through until the holidays, OK do the odd public stripping if you
find it fun, but I want the slave as slave-like as possible. Try making
it think like slave Asyx if you can so we stand a chance of winning
these games and immunity from confiscation for a while.
My
lovely Sue is doing well at university thanks for asking. She's
enjoying it anyway. Unfortunately you won't see her at Brad's birthday
due to work-placement commitments, but I'm hoping she'll be home with
us at some point during the holidays. She needs to be with her mum,
sister and me for a while. I know we need to see her.
Love
Jim
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: Last Term
Hi Sir.
So, the short break between terms was pretty uneventful. I spent quite
a bit of time at our neighbour's Mrs Berg, helping her out. I don't
think she's very well. It kind of bothers me a bit knowing that
Mistress Carrie is charging Mrs berg for my time, I'd gladly be here
helping her for free. I sort out her washing and fix her lunch, I also
make an evening meal for her to zap later when she is ready for it. I
hope miss Carrie isn't charging much for my time, but I can't ask as I
can't question her. And why would I want to question her, she has let
me wear clothes. I daren't jeopardise that privileged.
Mrs Berg has been helping me suppress my erections so I can be on the
correct side of Molly's “erections on show” rule. I think i'm making
some progress, but its really a hard job, pardon the pun. I'm desperate
to avoid naked days at school. I think the teachers like it more than
the students too.
So far this term has been pretty
uneventful which is great. OK, I had my willy out and hard in public a
couple of times, but so far i've remained clothed. The trick is to just
pull it out before anyone notices. Its a horrible thing to have to do
to myself, knowing I want my errections private to then have to pull it
our in public for everyone to see. Molly can be really cruel.
Miss
Carrie told me during my bath time that you're going to do some special
slave training with me during the holidays. I'm really excited about
it. She has also allowed me to contact Bailey the student psychiatrist
and tell him everything that happens to me right from when we arrive at
Brad's birthday. I'm not as excited about spending time with Brad
though, but I can't wait to see his little face when he sees my
clothes. He'll be so disappointed that i'm not running about naked in
front of everyone anymore!
slave
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Bailey@slave_psychology.edu
Subject: Brad
Dear Bailey.
I'm so glad i'm allowed to message you now, I hope we get to meet up in
person again, that will fun. I'll try and message as much as possible,
but I don’t know how often i'll be allowed near a viewer to upload
anything. I've written this using the thought interface through my
slave collar. I've been getting pretty good at dumping thoughts into it
to form messages. I'm hoping master Jim allows me enough viewer access
to edit the message before I send it, otherwise forgive any errors.
I can't believe how quickly this term is going, its the last term of
this school year and already the half term holidays. Which I guess is
why we're allowed to communicate. I'm spending half term at my uncle's
house. Well, technically he is my Mistresses uncle as I am no longer
part of the family, I am now just the family slave. I can't believe a
simple mistake in a photo booth machine could do so much harm. Anyway,
i have been instructed to communicate my feelings with you and to not
bother anyone else in the family. I guess Jim is getting sick of my
messages.
I'm actually sitting in Master Jim's shed now, we
arrived earlier and I was sent straight to bed. In the paint shed. None
of this is what I was expecting, and Brad's party went far worse than I
was expecting too.
Where do I start? The last 8 weeks or so
have been the best since I was turned into slave all those months ago
and given to Carrie, who was originally my little sister. She chose to
strip me and keep me naked. Not just at home, everywhere. Even when I
went shopping on my own. That's the state I was in when you met me. The
naked slave. Things were awful, but since an awful punishment for
something that wasn't my fault, i've been able to wear clothing. Just
to let you know they were old pyjamas, but to me it was like a 3 piece
suit. I've been private out in public. No one can see my willy any
more, and my bumhole is not on show. Its awesome!
So, with the
half term holidays came Brad's party! I spent ages washing and pressing
these amazing garments pleased at how upset Brad was going to be when I
turned up at his party fully clothed and following my mistress like a
proper slave. A proper dignified slave, just like a butler. Following
my mistress and her orders so closely I would hopefully be out of his
reach this time. My pyjamas were immaculate by the time i loaded Brad's
presents into the boot of the car next to my cage and I waited
patiently and perfectly pressed and presented next to the car for the
family. Before long they were ready to leave, I was bundled into my
cage and off we went. I was so excited to get to Master Jim's house for
proper training. It was worth enduring Brad for an afternoon.
Its not a short trip, so after a couple of hours we stopped for a
break. The family went into the motorway diner and left me in the crate
as usual, but when they returned, rather than letting me out for a wee
miss Carrie opened the boot and covered my cage with wrapping paper.
Like they didn't want me to see where we were going or something. Maybe
they wanted me to go to sleep like covering a canary's cage. Sleep was
out of the question though as my bladder was really starting to
struggle. I needed that wee.
We set off again for the
remainder of the trip, every bump in the road was torture, I was surely
going to wet myself at any moment. But I held it. i don't know how, but
I did. The car finally slowed down and turned sharply, going over that
tell-tale bump and dip that kind of announces entry into Uncle Paul's
place. i was glad to finally stop! i was hoping they would all go round
to the garden and leave me to sort out unpacking the car at which time
i'd be able to relieve my bladder.
This didn't happen. They
all got out of the car, the boot opened and the presents were
retrieved, but when it slammed shut again i was still inside, still in
my cage! I had to squeeze my dick to stop it leaking, it was already
semi hard from my bladder pushing on stuff. I had to try and relax. I
could hear all the high-pitched greetings and 'happy birthday'
statements. Then thankfully I could hear footsteps in the gravel coming
back toward the car. I was soon to be released from the car where I
will then be able to get relief...so I thought. It started as a couple
of footsteps, then I heard a load of running feet crunching the tiny
stones. Then the car boot opened! Finally after what felt like an
eternity of bladder-pulsing agony I was going to be able to empty
myself.
“Happy birthday” Carrie squeaked
“That's for me?”
I heard Brad say “aaaaaaw thanks cuv. Well I've got everything he
owned, I may as well have him too” he laughed as he tore back the
wrapping, opened the door and tipped the cage. I rolled out onto the
gravel ending up on my back staring up at the assembled faces.
“You've even double wrapped it cuz!” he gleefully yelped, “its like
pass the parcel. But as theres no music i'm going to unwrap all the
layers” he giggled. Before I could recover myself from my back he
swooped in and to the amusement of his guests tore off my pyjamas
leaving them shredded, and me naked and supine displaying my
bladder-forced erection to all. “He's certainly pleased to see his new
master, aren't you boy” he said flicking my erection to guffaws from
his friends.
But that wasn't all. At the precise moment he
flicked my dick the floodgates opened! I just couldn't hold it any
further. A stream of warm piss fired up into the air like a fountain. I
know it was warm because without missing a heart-beat, my new 'master
Brad directed my dick with one hand and with the other forced my mouth
open to collect the yellow stream of degradation. “Oh, he's really
pleased to see me” was his punch-line before a new round laughter
crushed me.
You can't deny it, the boys got skills! But he did learn from the best, he learned from me when I was a free boy!
slave
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From: Bailey@slave_psychology.edu
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: Brad
slave
It
is good to have the chance to analyse you once again. When messaging
me, you may address me as sir or master. We can't have familiarity.
Serving a new master will be good for you. You will gain new skills, new understandings about servitude and respect.
I
have noticed a certain chagrin in your discussions of master Bradley,
so being his close and personal slave from now on will teach you a new
respect for him. This will be important for both of you. Ignore the
fact that he is 4 years younger than you, your age is immaterial. As
his inferior you must act as though he is older than you. When he
bothers you remember this saying:
You are a slave so he is better in every way,
you are His slave,
you must must obey.
If thats all that happened during the party then I would say you had a good time. Was that all?
I look forward to hearing more of how you obey every command.
Bailey