By Xhumil
xhumil@protonmail.com
Copyright 2024 by Xhumil, all rights reserved
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From: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: My Slave
Jim
I thought you were going to train casper for the competition on your
own. Nobody said anything about Brad keeping my slave the whole week.
This isn't fair! I've trained casper ever since it was new, after being
my brother. Its my slave, you said to sign casper over to Brad for a
week just to keep Brad happy at his party. When I saw you drive away
with both casper and Brad in the car I felt tricked and upset. Dad just
said its for the best. I want casper back now. I don't care if it
doesn't get any demerits cleared at the competition! I just want my
slave back. What will my friends say if I go back to school without a
slave? I'll be a laughing stock.
Carrie
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From: BradTheWarrior@westernmail.loo
To: Bailey@slave_psychology.edu
Subject: Slave Training
Hi Bailey
Uncle Jim says you are a slave psychiatrist who can help me get more
out of casper my new slave. I've got loads of ideas how I want to use
it. But we need to get it to win a competition to get all its lifelines
back. Uncle Jim calls them demerits. Its been very bad and picked up 3
demerits while Carrie owned it, so they've taken the slave off her and
given it to me before she has it confiscated. They probably all think
I'm the only one who can control the slave enough to win the
competition and get the demerits cleared, and they'll probably say its
only fair that I keep the slave after we win. I'm really strict with it
its the only way to train it properly.
Uncle Jim has put the
slave in the shed tonight and not given me a key yet. He wants me to
choose a bedroom in the house for it to sleep in, but that's not going
to happen. I like having the slave in the shed, I can do more to it in
private when everyone is asleep.
I used to get so excited when
we were going to see big cousin Scott as he was my ultra hero. He was
so big and fun. I always hoped each time we saw him that he'd actually
spend more time with just me, but he never did. All he seemed to do was
gang up with Tilly and make fun of me. I always loved watching him
ignore everything uncle Bill told him to do. Scott hated doing anything
he was told, but now he's my slave. Its so cool because as my slave it
has to do everything I tell it.
I made it tell me how to
fuck it at Tilly's party. I'm going to do that again every night, its
the perfect punishment because I know it hates me doing it. I loved
fucking the slave, can you teach me more ways of doing it?
I
feel slightly guilty for taking Carrie's slave away, she's my cousin by
the way. She's been really clever with what she's done with the slave
so far to tame it, but she's ultimately failed so its down to me to
tame it fully now. Can you help with that?
Will you help me
make the slave do stuff quicker for me? It always seems to pause when I
order it to do stuff, like it doesn't want to obey. I want it to obey
me, not just do it because it knows Dad or Jim will beat it.
Brad
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Bailey@slave_psychology.edu
Subject: Training at Master Jim's
Dear Bailey, Sir.
After writing you that message from the shed I fell asleep, and was
unable to add to it, so i'm sorry to be sending you a message so soon
behind it. Its just going to get sent when I am allowed to access a
device. Doug at school showed me that my Slave Collar enables me do
stuff with my mind, like controlling viewer screens and stuff, but it
sucks that when I think-write a message. I still need to use viewer to
add or edit and check and stuff like that before I can send the
message. I'll work on doing this stuff fully in my head, then i'll be
able to zap quick stuff out as I walk near a viewer, that's my goal
anyway. So while I was in the shed I found that Master Jim had hidden
some sandwiches for me. They were a bit curled up as they'd been there
all day, but I guess that's why he locked Brad out, to give me a chance
to eat. I think uncle Jim is going to be a really good master and
trainer. I have to call him Alpha Master because Brad is just Master,
he's sort of being trained by Alpha Master Jim too. I guess the 'Alpha'
bit is to show Brad that he's in a hierarchy of control.
Clearly Brad had found the key by 6 o'clock this morning though. I
reckon he'd been hunting for it all night. Anyway, 6 o'clock a freezing
bucket of water was poured over me and I woke to find him tying my
hands behind my back and putting a blindfold over my eyes.
“Its
time for breakfast” I heard him say. I apologised for 'oversleeping' as
I struggled to sit up against all the ropes and offered to get
breakfast immediately for him if he could untie me. “Oh no, you get to
eat first today” he responded as he shoved his cock in my mouth. It was
already rock hard and he pressed it quickly into my throat immediately
inducing an eye-ball inverting gag reflex. He made me suck and lick him
until he came which I had to swallow, then he inspected my mouth to
ensure I had swallowed everything before slapping my cheek and
instructing me to make breakfast. I can't believe i've been reduced to
this, my little cousin's cum dump. Worse still, I think this new
ownership is permanent.
Breakfast was hell, Brad acted like
a little brat throughout. Nothing was good enough for him. He made me
get a pancake topping for him from the cupboard and pour it onto his
pancakes. Then he'd make me run back to the cupboard to put it away.
Then tell me he wanted more so i'd run back and forth repeating the
same tasks over and over. I think he just likes watching my dick
swinging and bouncing about as I ran and reached for him, he seemed to
giggle about it the whole time.
I served everyone to the best
of my ability to show Jim I could be trained as a butler. Apart from
being naked that is, but i'm sure that with enough persuasion Alpha
Master Jim will get me a butler's suit.
Master Brad seems to
have started as he means to go on too. I don't think there was any
aspect of breakfast he didn't punish me for. Choosing to paddle me for
any perceived misdemeanour; such as overdone pancake, getting toppings
too slow, not put back in the cupboards properly, standing too close to
him, standing too far from him, you name it I was paddled for it. I
just wanted to pour the syrup over his head and walk out. Jim seemed to
ignore it all, i guess i'm Brad's play-thing after all. I suppose it
makes sense that Brad conditions me today, as much as I hate the idea,
so hopefully tomorrow will be better.
After breakfast i was
instructed to kneel up on the lawn with my hands behind my head exposed
fully while Alpha and Master walked around me discussing my uniform.
“So, when we enter the slave I think you should both have similar
outfits” Jim said. I was happy he was on my side with clothing. I
wasn't sure what he meant by 'entering' though. It was bad enough the
thought that Brad was going to 'enter' me tonight and probably every
night without the thought that Jim will be doing it too.
“I'm not
wearing a matching uniform with a slave. I like the suit you ordered
for me, but i'm not going to look like twins with a slave” Brad spat
poking me in the chest with his finger.
“How about a leather skirt like the Gladiators?” Brad shook his head “What then?” Jim asked exasperated.
“I like it like this” Brad said reaching down and displaying my dick in the palm of his hand.
“What Naked?” Jim asked astonished. “Think about it, apart from casper,
have you ever seen another naked slave? People will be watching! Even
the gladiators won't be naked!”
“Yes, naked. I want the boi naked.
It will show it and everyone else who is boss.” He grabbed the back of
my neck and pulled it forward. I instinctively bowed down with my
forehead on the grass and my arse sticking up. “You don't mind seeing
this do you?” he called out while spreading my bum cheeks displaying my
hole to Tilly who was presumably exiting the house at that moment.
“Not at all” she said, not really knowing the context of the
conversation. “Its lovely, as is all of our casper” Although there is
only just over a year difference between Tilly and Brad she is
undoubtedly more mature.
“Its a competition to show I can control
it. How well I've trained it and stuff like that, so I want it naked
and controllable” Brad finished sternly. What a cheek! He hasn't
trained me at all. Carrie trained me, I've been a fantastic slave under
her power. It still hurts that she got rid of me so uncaringly though.
Part of me thinks we should win this competition just to show her what
she gave up. But the stronger part of me says we need to lose. We need
to emphatically come last just to show this brat up. I've decided to
work hard this week for Jim's sake, and to make Brad think he's onto a
winning thing, but then humiliate him at the competition by coming
unquestionably in last place. Please don't tell Jim or Brad, we can
treat this as a lesson to Brad. Its just a game, its not like there's
anything to lose.
“Well, I can see you've made your mind up
Brad.” Jim sighed “I'll put naked as your clothing choice for the slave
when I complete the attendance form. I do wish you'd reconsider though!
I'll get a leather loin cloth just in case you change your mind. A
loincloth would show its arse off to the audience and they could get
glimpses of its dick from time to time if that makes you happy.”
“Naked” Brad said again looking into my eyes following with. “I want to cut its hair off too”
“You mean shave its hair short? Well that would make it more slave-like I suppose” Jim continued
“I like it as it is” Tilly added, running her fingers over my head
“He's got pretty hair, I think you'll get easier marks if the judges
find the slave attractive” she continued, maybe still feeling guilty at
shaving me at the start of the new school year. “We should probably
shave these pubes off though, I can help you with that Brad”
I think Brad was contemplating the haircut just to demonstrate to me that he had total power.
“We'll definitely shave the pubes, and I guess you're right, its more
fun messing up the slave when its hair is longer. More to gum up and
annoy it” Brad said thoughtfully, always contemplating the most
humiliation he can bestow upon me. “Look at this” he giggled to Tilly
as pinged my dick. “Just talking about getting it messy makes it hard,
have you noticed?”
“Yes, at my party your mum and dad noticed it
too. They told me casper here has a little fetish. They think he
secretly likes getting messy” Tilly added “This is why he gets so
embarrassed, he's hoping no one notices his erection trigger”
“They said the same to me.” Brad replied. “I'm still gonna mess it up
whenever I want though. The slave still looks annoyed when I do it.”
“Its likely the irritation that inadvertently turns the boy on” Jim
added. I can't believe they're openly discussing what they think my
fetishes are right in front of me, it is so humiliating.
“Lets buzz
the sides and back pretty short and leave this thick lump on top.”
Tilly offered, thankfully bringing the subject back round “It will look
nice, make your mark on the slave, and give you something to torment
and punish it with when you want to get it gooey” Finishing off my
pinging my now unquestionably hard erection causing my face to fill
with burning red.
Brad looked pleadingly up at Jim.
“Sounds
like a plan” Jim said in Brads response “I'll get the barber in
tomorrow to tidy the slave up and we'll keep it naked, but I'd like you
to consider a loincloth or shorts for the competition”
“Naaa! We'll
definitely do the pubes though” Brad said to Tilly holding my dick in
his open palm and running his thumb through its curly hairs.
With these decisions made we headed for the bottom of the garden to an
assault course not dissimilar to the one Storring had me run when he
temporarily owned me. Unlike my experience with master Storring though,
Brad had no grace or finesse, he punished me every circuit, often
without telling me what the punishment was for. I don't know what he
was learning with Jim too, but he went all out with the canes and whips
when he did punish me, regardless what Jim was showing him.
I can't help feeling like my 'training' that I was so looking forward
to is more for Brad's benefit, not mine. Brad was getting all the
one-to-one training with Jim, I could see them swiping canes and whips
around while I was just sent to run round and round the assault course,
or hang from the monkey bars. Its all the more reason why I think we
should lose the competition.
By the end of the first day I was
battered and bruised and absolutely knackered. Brad put me to bed in
his customary way, a very hard and graceless fuck while tied to the
lawnmower which thankfully was not switched on. He left me in the shed
still chained to the lawnmower until the next morning.
At least the conditioning day is finished and we can move on.
Slave
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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Subject: RE: My Slave
Hi Carrie darling
I'm sorry you feel like your slave has been stolen and you were duped.
I can assure you I will try to return casper as soon as the competition
is over. We've started training the boys, and honestly, if Brad was not
my last choice I would not have him involved at all. He just shows no
empathy toward the slave and displays zero care or judgement.
I would much have preferred that you presented your own slave at the
games, but with the stupid title of “One Boy and His Slave” we're kind
of stuck with Brad as the master, I daren't sign casper over to a
different family we'd never get him back. I'm sure you'll agree that
this competition is desperately needed because casper is currently a
confiscated-slave-walking, as it were, and we're all so attached, no
one wants to lose him.
I wish you were here even more so now
that we received bad news from Compliance Control (CC) this morning. In
typical CC manner they've confirmed our slave as a contestant, making
attendance now mandatory, before telling us that the losing slave will
be confiscated straight after the games. There's really no turning back
as cancelling will cause forfeiture. This means immediate confiscation
too. We have no choice but to plug on and get these 2 boys to gel.
You've done a wonderful job with casper so far, I fear its Brad that
needs the most training. I really am terribly sorry for this situation,
I really thought this was going to save casper and keep it in the
family, but unless Brad bucks his ideas up we'll lose the slave for
good.
Tilly has told me that she has an idea to get the boys
working better together, but Brad isn't going to like it. I'm going to
give tomorrow a last chance before handing the pair over to Tilly to
work a girl's magic.
As expected, Bailey our trainee
psychologist is of no use yet, but he was always a long shot as
psychology is a slow game. Hopefully he can mould the boy's minds
somehow, but we've only got a couple of days left before the contest.
Jim
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From: Bailey@slave_psychology.edu
To: BradTheWarrior@westernmail.loo
Subject: RE Slave Training
Hi Brad
Congratulations on your new slave, I can see from your message that
you've been having lots of fun with it already. I looked at your
request on how to speed up your slave's responses, but note you have
only had the slave for one day.
I presume you have been
conditioning the slave so lets see how much its obedience and speed
improves over the next couple of days.
Remember, behind every
good slave is a good master. Sometimes being thoughtful and
understanding of your slave brings the best results.
Bailey
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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Bailey@slave_psychology.edu
Subject: Training Brad
Bailey
I trust you have now been in contact with both boys, and I must impress
upon you how important it is for us to win this competition, and mould
my nephew into something useful.
The boy may be devious and
shrewd, but shows absolutely zero signs of any other perspicacity. I
realise its unreasonable to inflict this boy on casper but he's our
only chance of entering casper into the games. We MUST win this thing,
my sources are indicating that their local Compliance teams are already
drawing up a ruse for casper's final confiscation if he arrives home
with no lifelines. This team is led by the mother of my niece's friend
who took a shine to casper on a holiday trip. The family have been
tricked by this woman, and now I feel tricked into entering casper into
these games. Especially now I find that they've added a booby prize for
the loser.
While you try to train both boys mentally I will
try to train them physically. We've got to win. Simply coming second
will not be good enough due to that woman's relentless thirst to take
casper away. I really don't want to have to put plan B into operation
after the games as that carries an even greater risk of loss.
Kind regards
Mr J Jenkins
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From: Tillywillywoo@freedomcity.po.lu
To: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Subject: Casper visit
Hi Carrie
I hope you're having fun in Clandu, it sounds fantastic, I wish I had friends with a holiday home in such an exotic place.
Casper seems to be settling in, you were very good to give him to
Bradley. His training is doing pretty well I think, though he's such a
good slave he doesn't really need much. Brad's training on the other
hand is going really badly. He's a horrible spoiled brat and is
treating poor casper really badly. I understood Brad being mean
yesterday to condition the slave and show him who's the new boss, but I
don't even think Brad is consciously conditioning casper, I think the
power has just gone to his head. Casper seems so confused, being
punished when he's good that he's started to give up trying.
Daddy keeps trying to 'mould Brad'. That's his words for it. He says he
can't just make Brad do stuff, and can't contradict him in front of
casper, because it would damage “Brad's authority over his slave”...or
something like that. Its just making it harder to teach Brad how to
behave. My dad says Brad has no empathy. I had a good idea on how to
give him some of that so I told daddy my plan, and after laughing about
it said it might actually be our only option if Brad doesn't behave.
My friends have all been looking forward to casper returning so much,
its all they've been talking about at school since they played with him
at my party.
We've been watching him run the assault course.
Dad and Brad have had him running it for days now. They do it before
any other training. Lilly keeps saying how nice it is to see his willy
swinging about when he's on the monkey bars as he swaps from hand to
hand making his way forward. I have to say I agree with her. We have to
keep our distance from the boys though, if daddy catches us too close
he sends my friends home. He's really taking this training seriously. I
think he's getting a bit stressed by it. He says he can't tell Brad
about the competition loser getting confiscated as it will make him
worse, and he can't warn casper because a slave shouldn't know more
than its master. Its so complicated. Anyway, when daddy takes Brad to
one side, or into the house to talk about strategy and stuff, they
nearly always leave casper just hanging off the bars by his strong
grip.
If casper doesn't think anyone can see him, rather
than just hanging around he does pull-ups and really strong athletic
stuff. Without moving away of course. My friends love seeing all his
different muscles puff up as he does different exercises, he's very
talented and disciplined when it comes to his own training. We watch
for a little while but this really is our time to play. I never have
more than 3 friends over so daddy doesn't tell us off, but that's
plenty of us to have fun.
He always looks so worried when we
walk down the lawn to him. He doesn't think he shows emotions but he
does. He's clever with it, but I know when he's embarrassed or scared.
When we go to play with him he looks like both, and there's so much
play with on casper. Some of the girls like to run his Abs maze with
their fingers. Its a very simple maze of course, but you can run a
finger round each perfect muscle and slowly get lower and lower then
run down his huge obliques and onto his willy. The girls just can't
wait to hold his willy, this is just an excitement build up. They just
can't believe how heavy it feels, its so dense. The weight doesn't last
long though, by the time we've finished discussing it and playing with
it its always standing up on its own. Then the discussion turns to how
strong it is when we ping it, or how easily the skin on it slides up
and down. Casper always ends up with a really hard willy. A couple of
the girls wanted to be dared to lick it, pretending it was a big
challenge, all the while just staring at his willy wanting to eat it
all. I dared Min, just like she wanted, and amidst all the goading she
licked the end then vacuumed the whole thing into her mouth, gagging as
it hit her throat, then giggling after. This then led to all of us one
by one competing to see who could take it in the furthest, she's still
the winner. There's always one of us on watch in case dad and Brad come
back, when we see any sign of them we always run away and watch from
the woods. Its funny when they get back and casper has a hard willy.
Daddy always shouts for me thinking I'm to blame. I am, but I'm not
going to fess up to it, we just giggle together in the bushes.
So Brad is learning nothing, but still really interested in the
competition. He talks like he's only interested in it so the people at
school can see him win with 'his' slave. The way things are going
though he's got no chance! He treats casper so badly all the time the
poor slave doesn't know when he's doing the right thing or not. Casper
just seems to be going through the motions with Brad now, and doesn't
seem to care if he's doing a good job or not. He seems to be punished
either way. Brad thinks that conditioning can go on forever. Well i'm
going to show him that it can't!
Brad's going to have a shock
at the competition too. He thinks its going to be massive and televised
and he'll become famous and everything. Daddy says he's a dreamer. The
competition is being held in the same town and at the same time as
“Collosemo - Gladiator showdown” Daddy says “who's going to want to
watch a bunch of naughty slave boys when they can watch proper
gladiator slaves instead” He thinks its just a community project the
promoters of Collosemo are being forced to run. I think we're all
secretly glad that this thing is going to be a little provincial and
forgettable affair, but gives us a chance to win us back casper's all
important confiscation-lifelines. He's bound to win, he's the best
slave in the world.
So that's my little piece. Let me know how
you're getting on. I hope daddy lets us try out my plan with Brad to
teach him some empathy. Either way, casper is going to have a fun day
Thursday, Daddy's organised a treat for him. I hope he enjoys it.
Luv
Tills
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Bailey@slave_psychology.edu
Subject: Slave Training
Hello Bailey sir
I'm sorry I didn't send you an account of yesterday's training. Just
before breakfast Brad made me zap it to the viewer from my collar to
read and edit it then made me re-read it. I asked for permission to
send it but he deleted it and walked away laughing. “ooh poor slave, my
master is so mean to me boo hooo Bailey help me!” he kept teasing. I
could have strangled him, but I held back and simply asked him what he
wanted for breakfast. Needless to say yesterday was messy, painful and
humiliating, so lets forget that horrible day and look forward. I think
you taught me that phrase when I first met you when I was visiting
cousin Sue. i've found it very helpful. 'Just move forward better and
better' Trouble with Brad is, I have no idea what he considers better
or worse!
Today was extremely strange and different. It
started with cleaning practice. I washed the clothes by hand and
cleaned the car, Brad followed me closely berating and spanking, while
Alpha master Jim, by comparison, pointed out what i'd missed and how I
could improve. It was all useful stuff I suppose, but I already know
all this stuff, do it daily, and can't see how it could feature in a
competition. Nobody hand-washes clothes! Tilly just kept positioning
herself for the best view of my willy. Especially when I was polishing
the floor on hands and knees, she sat on the floor at the end of the
hall and just stared at my willy swinging and jiggling as I polished.
It felt so degrading, especially as Brad kept hitting me for no reason,
but I didn't react. Even when it hurt.
When the hall was
scrubbed Jim told Brad to get the patio cleaned. Oh he loved that,
Making me kneel in front of him and harden up for him before he
strapped the cock brush to my dick. He paddled and caned me the entire
time, while 'helping me' by throwing cold soapy water over me. It was
soul destroying! I tried to concentrate on simply thrusting my hips in
and out to get the best floor scrub from the brush strapped to my
erection, but as I cleaned a bit, instead of throwing fresh water on
that bit Brad would throw dirt or mud on it then shout at me for not
cleaning it properly, or crack an egg on my head so it dripped off me
in front of everythere I went. It all became a bit of a blur, the bits
he didn't re-mess he told me were crap, but not why, and then
re-dirtied them anyway, and the bits he had re-dirtied, he rubbed my
face into. All the while hitting me with a paddle. Just like the
cock-brush scrubbing debacle at Tilly's party it all started to get too
much for me, the last few days all seemed to merge together as a
feeling in my head, the constant berating, nudity, forced erections,
the nightly hard fucking, I mean I spent the whole of yesterday caked
in the congealing gunk he covered me in while fucking me the night
before. All these thoughts and degradations at the hands of one so much
younger kept pounding in my head until....well, I must have snapped. I
stood up and lifted Brad by the neck. I was going to punch him, but
realised what I was doing, too late I guess. After pausing for a second
I threw just him onto the grass and stormed out to the road and
collapsed crying against the front wall.
Once again this
year Tilly came and talked me back in. Once again she handed me tissues
to stop the tears and snot all caused by my little cousin. She hugged
me while I sobbed for a bit, then told me to take a short time, then I
need to return to my master and that I must accept his punishment and
authority. She then got up and left me alone to decide for myself to
return to the family.
It was a difficult choice, I couldn't
bear to go back to Brad and could have run away easily, but I knew CC
would track my collar and that would be the end for me. So I wiped my
face, and slowly walked back into the house. I kept pausing as I neared
the back doors, it was almost like having Brad see that i'd been crying
was the most embarrassing thing in the world to me right then.
When I got into the back garden Tilly had hold of both Brad's hands,
and appeared to be almost telling him off, he was staring at the ground
slowly nodding to her. Master Jim was watching on without interfering.
Brad let go of Tilly as soon as he saw me and signalled for me to attend.
“well?” Brad asked, pointing at the ground meaning I was to kneel. His voice was shaking a bit.
“I'm sorry sir” I replied. Not sure what had snapped in me.
There was an uncomfortable silence broken only by Alpha Master Jim.
“This situation is unacceptable.” he said, seemingly to no one in
particular. “Get the slave into the shed NOW.” Jim growled further.
“There's something we need to deal with. In private!” He sounded really
annoyed but controlled, something i've never seen from him before and
something I really was truly sorry for. Bradley dragged me to the shed
by my collar telling me how bad i'd been, and that I will be punished
later. He hit me with the paddle a few times as a taster for later then
slammed the door.
I just sat there really ashamed at what
i'd done in front of Jim and Tilly. Maybe I can't control myself, and
will never make a suitable, well-adjusted free boy. I mean, it was my
temper that made it so easy for everyone to go along with this slavery
idea wasn't it. Perhaps i am destined to be a slave forever. Maybe this
was all I deserved in life. I slumped down onto my bed sheet on the
floor sobbing, contemplating how things would go for me from now on.
This 'private' meeting seemed ominous. I'd assaulted my master and I'd
let everyone down. Outside was total silence. I assumed they'd gone
into the house to decide what to do with me. I mean I'm the cause of
all the trouble wasn't I? Why couldn't I have just done what my master
wanted? I was obviously not doing things satisfactorily for him. I
should have learned from all the previous unsatisfactory tasks!
It felt like hours had passed but I could eventually hear voices coming
back, it sounded like they were returning from the direction of the
assault course. Shrill, angry voices and sounds of slapping, and
caning. I heard crying as well followed by more paddling and slapping.
These noises seemed to go on for a while not far from the shed, then
suddenly the shed door was abruptly swung open. Before I was able to
kneel to attention something heavy landed on me then the door was
slammed and locked.
The something was reasonably large, naked
and Brad-shaped. He lay in my lap crying against my bare, flaccid cock.
I didn't really know what to do, so I stoked his head to calm him down.
It was pretty gooey and disgusting, I fought hard against my dick's
need to inflate over the sensation. I think he was wearing the
remainder of Aunt Laura's kitchen cupboards and it was thick, causing a
considerable stiffening in me. “Its your fault” he sniffed “Why
couldn't you just do what you're told” I didn't know what to say, i'd
obeyed so well and taken so much abuse. I stroked his slimy back and
rested my hand on his backside. It was very warm, I looked down at it
to see it bright red and radiating.
“Hurts doesn't it” I said,
forgetting to apologise an also ignoring all protocol. “We're you doing
everything they said, but still being punished?” I asked, feeling his
mucky head nod in my lap. I shifted my arm to rest on his side so I
didn't appear to be just fondling his arse. My wrist naturally flopped
and I found myself inadvertently holding his dick. It was warm and not
fully soft. I could feel it twitching as I closed my hand around it
gently.
“Yea... sucks. You do your best and someone just
keeps abusing you for no reason” I added. I think this hit a nerve, or
maybe my now fully engorged penis pressing against his nose pissed him
off.
He appeared to collect himself and sprang to his feet in front
of me letting out a 'pfft!' as he saw my erection. I now got full sight
of his dick, it really was huge, it seemed totally out of proportion
with his growing frame. It was bloated though, it looked like it had
been kept erect for a while and there were the tell-tale marks of the
cock-brush on it.
“Don't talk unless I tell you to” he snapped “And stop looking at my dick!”
“I don't think you're in a position to give me orders now little slave
boy” I said taking hold of his monster cock to keep him in place. “In
fact, I can't see anything to stop me putting you over my knee and
giving you a bloody good hiding myself”
He cowered as I made to stand but was saved by the door opening again.
“Out! Now! both of you!” Tilly barked.
We stood to attention on the lawn facing the house for what seemed like
ages. It was certainly long enough for us both to become fully flaccid.
The patio was spotless. It looked like Brad had done a good job
cleaning it which made me smile. She walked around us a couple of times
looking us up and down, then from behind she said. “You have no idea
whats at stake here! If we lose this competition casper will be
confiscated as a forfeit” She barked. This shocked both of us. “While
you are here, you both belong to me and my dad, and you will both
behave and obey, got it?” we both slowly nodded. “When I say 'now', I
want the little one to go and meet Alpha Master Jim at the assault
course immediately......................NOW!”
Without hesitation Brad darted towards the bottom of the garden.
“Get back here boi!” she barked. Obviously he didn't move quickly
enough and I was going to get the pleasure of watching him punished. He
returned and stood naked beside me again.
“Lets try that
again....I said.... little one to the assault course NOW!”. She
re-barked. Brad darted off again, only to be called back. If this was
how his afternoon had gone, no wonder he was crying in the shed. It was
nice to see him failing over and over again though.
“I said
little one!” Tilly repeated, with that 'final time' voice mothers use.
We both stood there confused as she rounded to the front of us again.
“Hands on head” she ordered, it was almost a race to see who could
comply first. “I gave an order and I expect it to be carried out” she
looked up at us at the same time as reaching out to rest our dicks on
each of her palms. Neither of us flinched. She then placing her thumbs
on top of of our dicks. With one dick gently clamped on each palm she
slowly dragged her hands back re-stating quietly “I..said..little-one”
then the penny dropped, just as my dick flopped down. I glanced down to
see her still holding Brad's dick, not much of it, but it hadn't
dropped. She looked straight into my face and with a patronising look
of sympathy said “Now, little one. I want you to go and run the assault
course 3 times” As I turned, feeling deeply humiliated for losing the
dick measurement I heard her say in a very soft voice “OK Brad, you've
done very well today. I know it was tough. Please go and run a bath,
I'll be up shortly to wash you, then I'd like you to try on your suit
for the competition”
I felt pretty dejected as I made my way
down to the assault course. After my third run Jim told me my times had
improved and how I could handle the netting better, but overall I had
done well. He also informed me that what happened earlier was
unacceptable. He then proceeded to tie my arms up hanging me from the
tree and punished me with the paddle and the whip. I leaned back on the
paddling song in my head to take away the hurt. This was Jim's song to
Jim's rhythm. If only he knew. When the mystery man I now believe was
Jim used to visit the shop he was always interested in punishments that
were temporary. I could hear everything through the hood, but never
recognised his voice. The mystery man with the perfect rhythm
understood the need for discipline, but without long-term pain or slave
damage. I always believed this man would be a kind master. Little did I
know it was Alpha master, the kindest. I took my punishment gladly
today, it was what I deserved, and I was grateful to Jim for
administering it himself. As we walked up toward the house a now clean
and smartly suited Brad stood on the patio. He whistled and Jim shooed
his arm indicating my release, and my need to run to my immediate
master.
As I approached master Brad he seemed calm and
collected, no doubt Tilly had given him further moulding and comfort
while she washed him.
"Kneel down” he said calmly “I can't have
you towering over me when I talk to you....If we're going to do this
properly, you will always kneel in front of me." He studied me for a
second "Kneel up, I want your dick always on show to everyone. I want
to be able to grab it too. This is how I want you...always" He seemed
pretty masterful, sure of himself "Don't look at me. You can look at my
crotch or my feet and that's all" He stroked my head “We need to start
again, so the way you present in front of me is important” He paused, I
thought he was going to apologise, but nothing came out. Why should he,
he's my master. I thought he was going to punish me. But that didn't
happen either. The lack of a punishment was somehow more unsettling
than receiving one. Like I wasn't worthy of it. Maybe I wasn't.
Instead he sent me upstairs to get in the bath. He joined me in the
bathroom, his jacket removed and sleeves rolled up, where he washed me.
As always it was humiliating, but he showed real tenderness. I don't
know if it was because Tilly was watching from the door, but I felt
safe for a change, loved and cared for. I think its what I miss from
Mistress Carrie. He explained how he needs me to quickly obey him, and
to accept my position as his property. He timed this bit perfectly as
he was washing my dick, fingering around my glans. The whole lecture
ended with me sitting down staring up at him like a very small boy with
tears rolling down my cheeks as he brushed my wet hair back and kissed
my forehead. I really don't think anything will change from his side,
and tomorrow will be just as bad as before, but maybe, just maybe.....
He walked out leaving Tilly to dry me. She then sent me to make up 2 of
the spare rooms before I make dinner tonight, ensuring 2 additional
plates were prepared for our special guests.
Slave
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From: Bailey@slave_psychology.edu
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: Slave Training
Hi Casper.
You just caught me going home, but I'm always keen to see how things are going.
Well, it looks like you really have disappointed everyone. I had high
hopes for you as a perfect slave who could serve anyone. It looked like
Master Bradley has had quite a difficult time conditioning you which
has lasted over a number of days.
Master Brad's state when
he landed on you in the shed must have been simply borne out of a
request he made to Alpha Jim. A good master understands what his slave
is going through, and the fact Master Brad has done this for you shows
what a grown-up and serious master he is.
If you are lucky
he has checked his assumptions against a sample of what you have
endured in conditioning and will now take the pressure off.
But casper, if he is still harsh with you then you must look at your
own failings and perform better, more obediently and quicker.
I found you to be a wonderful slave when we were together, so this
lapse in your obedience must only be a prejudice against your new
master which must stop now.
And for the last time, address me as Sir.
Mr. B Lopsey
slave Psychiatrist (under-graduate)
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