By Xhumil
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Copyright 2024 by Xhumil, all rights reserved
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From: Bailey@slave_psychology.edu
To: BradTheWarrior@westernmail.loo
Subject: RE Slave Training
Hi Brad
I've not heard from you, how are you getting on with your slave?
I've been thinking of your request on how to speed up your slave's
responses and increase its obedience. You are right that a slave must
be obedient and react to your instructions quickly, but sometimes we
find that it is a small change in the master's treatment of the slave
which makes the biggest difference. I wouldn't suggest for one minute
that you treat your slave badly, but think of slave training as the
same as training a dog. The master needs his dog to love him enough to
do anything. Sure a scared dog will obey, but not willingly.
Imagine you are out with your slave one day and a group of bad people
jump you and make it clear they are going to do you grave harm. Would
it be better to have a loving slave who would give up its life to
protect you, or would you prefer to have a humiliated, scared and
unhappy slave that watches as the bad people finish you off so it can
be free of you?
We always find its better to have a master and slave work together to get the best results. Learn to love and trust each other.
I read with interest how you enjoyed sex-punishing your slave. This
shows a very strong and masterful streak in you, and you're very clever
for using sex in this way. Punishment for the slave, and pleasure for
you. You've asked for better ways to fuck your slave, and I'm glad
you're looking out for new experiences, so I have an exercise for you
to try.
I wouldn't give this to anyone, only a very
accomplished master would be able to make this work, and not everyone
has the skill to pull this off, but I'm sure you are one of the few
exceptional masters who can.
When you put the slave to bed,
perform exactly the same things you would with a fuck punishment,
especially if you enjoy it, but this time tell the slave you are giving
it a treat and tell it 'well done' for all the things it did well
during the day. If you like you can add something you think the slave
will like. You'll get the same or greater pleasure for yourself and the
slave will want to please you more the next day. This is called a
carrot. If the slave performs really badly one day you can do the same
again as a punishment. We call this “the stick”
Have fun
Bailey
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Bailey@slave_psychology.edu
Subject: Slave Training
I'm truly sorry i've let you down sir.
I'm really excited for tomorrow, Just before I started cooking dinner
last night the doorbell rang. When I answered the door I found Jed and
Ben Sanders! Jed owns the shop I work at on Saturdays and Ben is his
son who also works there. They sell slave stuff, but I think a lot of
people go there to buy toys for their own sex games I act as their
dummy/test monkey, they say its more hygienic for customers to test the
products only on me, and not their slaves or each other so no one
catches anything off each other. I was so please to see them when I
opened the door though, but I was careful not to show it. I simply
opened the door wide so Master Jim could see who they were.
Jim was obviously expecting them, and the warm way he greeted them, it
was obvious they knew each other more than simply through
correspondence. “This must be master Brad and miss Tilley” Jed said,
while both he and Ben extended their arms for hand-shakes.
“And of course you know casper” Jim said, with a voice full of invitation.
“Oh yes!” Jed gushed as they both stepped forward and hugged me like a favourite pet returned to the fold.
When they'd finished they stepped back while Jim suggested to Master
Brad that I put their things upstairs into their rooms. All the while
Tilly was stroking the back of my neck sort of echoing Jed and Ben's
greeting. Brad's shrill voice snapped us out of the moment though as he
ordered me to “get their bags upstairs!” I think he was trying to
remind the new guests that I still belonged to him.
They
took drinks in the lounge while I juggled making dinner and taking the
chariot kit out of Jed's truck and round to the garden. This was like a
massive honour for me. I've worked at Jed and Ben's shop for almost a
year now and they're the nicest people. But now I got to cook food for
them. This was so good!
I was to build the chariot this evening after washing up. At least I can concentrate on cooking for now.
Chariot practice! I can't wait! Its all my exercises in one fun
activity, and the best thing is Ben will be here in the house. And Jed,
of course.
Dinner went well, I think it went very well actually.
As i cleared away I checked everyone was OK for drinks and nibbles and
headed to the back garden to put the chariot together. This was a very
different one to the ones we normally sell, it was more sporty,
smaller, and more fiddly to assemble. I did it though, and pushed it
about a bit to ensure it was free moving.
I could hear
murmuring of deep conversation in the house, I had no idea what they
were saying, but there were no awkward pauses, and it all seemed quite
convivial.
When I was happy with my work I ventured to the
lounge to check requests for drinks and nibbles. I refreshed glasses
and waited to serve any further orders, ensuring my hands were at my
sides and all my junk was visible as instructed by master Brad earlier.
Brad, however, seemed to be keen on losing me for the rest of the
evening and sent me to bed. Its so embarrassing having one of my
youngest cousins telling me “its bed time for you casper, off you go.
I'll come and tuck you in, you can clean away our glasses tomorrow” It
gives the impression i'm a baby, and worse to have it said in front of
my work masters. And I know exactly what he means by 'tucking you in'
too!
This particular humiliation was softened, however, by Ben
saying that there was a lot to do tomorrow and that he will also be
turning in now as well, followed by a general collapse of the
gathering, so I didn't feel so degraded at having my bed time called
out.
In terms of Brad's normal 'tucking in' that didn't really
happen either. Oh, I hoped Ben would sneak out and visit me in the
shed, but he's far too well behaved for that. No, Brad visited me
alright, but...i don't know, maybe Jed and Ben had rubbed off on him
somehow!
I tensed up as he entered the shed as always, but
rather than Brad's usual ring-raid on me he simply knelt by my bed,
removed the sheet and gently lent on me, his forearm on my chest. I
wasn't sure I liked this because I could see his brain working. He was
concocting something, and its normally something awful. “Today was bad”
he said, referring either to me throwing him by his neck, or the
conditioning he received from Tilly by way of training. Whatever the
worst part of 'bad' was, I expected a 'bad' punishment. But that is not
what happened. i was surprised when he said “But its over, and it won't
be repeated.” This was shocking enough, but then we followed up with
“Dinner tonight was awesome and you behaved very well in front of our
guests!” I felt glad, relieved, suspicious and finally scared all in an
instant. The scared bit lingered though.
I didn't know what to
say. “you're getting good at being my slave, I like you” he continued,
then his brain seemed to rest, making me believe this was actually the
extent of his plan. It couldn't be that there was no twist, no sting.
Something horrible had to be on the way. I didn't see a bag of food to
cover me in, maybe it was outside. “I'm really looking forward to the
chariot tomorrow” he said, now gently holding my dick, staring at it.
“You'll look good tied to that, pulling it naked through the streets
with me riding on it.” he continued as he slowly and gently started
pumping my foreskin between his index finger and thumb. “..and I want
you to feel good doing it”
“Thank you sir” was all I could think to say as he shuffled round stripping off his shorts and straddling my legs.
“Look, I got you some lube” he said showing me a tube of slimex. I
wondered if Jed had supplied it. I may have mentioned the painful shed
incident from Tilly's party when we were at work one day when they
allowed me some free chat. We have so much fun during free-chat, they
find my experiences hilarious, while i'm dying with embarrassment.
Maybe Jed is trying to help me. “Put it on” Brad said coyly. I had to
think twice, did he want me to fuck him? No! No, I crooked my neck to
look at him and there was his monster dick, hard as a rock and staring
at me. “c'mon casper, rub it on me, this is your treat for a good meal”
I sat up best I could while he straddled my hips. I could see why this
dick was so painful to experience. I mean, it was perfectly straight
and quite beautiful. Uncut, but the slightly exposed head was almost
sheer. There was no gradient to the bell-end, it was just like a
baseball bat.
He squirted a very liberal dollop on the blunt
end and I watched for a second as it chose its path down his huge
erection. He nodded at it indicating my order. Slowly I smeared the
jelly round and over his shaft. It wasn't an unpleasant activity, and
to my shame I found my own cock hardened and pressed against his ring.
“I guess your dick isn't that small” he kind of complemented as he
manoeuvred himself back allowing mine to spring up inquisitively. He
manoeuvred further back and slipped between my legs allowing him to
offer the blunt end of his dick to my ring.
Brad pushed a
little against my opening before extracting again. “How's this?” he
asked then gently pushed a lube-soaked finger into me.
“That's nice
sir” I responded, it was, he fingered beautifully, and continued for
little while, slowly stepping up the number of fingers before replacing
them with his purpose for being there. Again he pressed the monster
erection into me, but unlike previous shed visits, this time it was
measured, considered.....considerate even! As he pressed it to its full
length into me he continued to tell me how good i'd been that evening,
and that I understand why he had to condition me for so long, and if I
stay good then things will be better. All that stuff and bullshit. But,
again, unlike previous shed assaults, he was stimulating my cock while
he fucked me. His gentle hands felt so nice on it I struggled to hold
back. Eventually he shut up and got to work, closing his eyes until he
came, giving me the release I needed at the same time. I suddenly
realised I hadn't asked for permission, but when he saw the mess his
only response was to tut and tell me I was naughty, quickly squeezing
one of my nipples until I yelped. He told me to ask in future, but it
all seemed more playful than authoritative. A playfulness I was happy
to receive.
He ordered me to lick his dick clean, covered me
up, kissed my forehead, then left, reminding me to have breakfast ready
by 7am.
I liked this new Brad, but was dreading the return of the old Brad.
slave
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Bailey@slave_psychology.edu
Subject: Slave Training
Hi Sir
Today was exhausting! I loved every minute of it, and after Brad's
treatment of me in the shed last night I was sure to obey every order
and stay on his good side. He's not that bad I suppose.
After
breakfast I was tethered up to the cart, they did this a few times to
show Brad how its done and to give him some experience. “I'm pretty
certain there are chariots in the games, my sources are clear on it”
Jed was saying to Alpha master Jim. “Our casper is a perfect draft.
Strong and intelligent, you'll win that round for sure Bradley” I
wondered how much Jim was paying for Jed and Ben to be here to train
master Brad, they don't do anything for free, but if this a was freebie
for me then I was surely honoured. Thinking about it, I'm not sure if
that thought or Brad's niceties last night were driving me today, but I
pushed myself 300% on everything.
OK, when we did finally get
onto pulling and driving Brad got carried away with the whip. This was
swiftly stopped by Ben. “You can't just rip into a slave like this” he
yelled, clearly forgetting where he was and who owned the slave. “I
mean....what I meant to say was the slave needs to know when its bad
and when its good!” Jed stepped in to save Ben from saying any more.
“Brad, its important to work together with casper now, everyone has
their own maximum running speed. A good master knows when he can get
more and understands when he can't and when to ease back. Don't
demoralise the beast now, eh!”
Brad looked to Jim to defend him, but Jim just simply stroked the back of my head
“Wise words Jed, thank you! Listen to these guys carefully Brad,
they've trained the best, and know what they'r talking about.” Alpha
stated, then to Jed asked “Do you think we're ready for the streets?”
Oh Brad loved this, a boy on a chariot being pulled through the town by
a naked boy slave! It somehow felt special rather than embarrassing,
like a carnival. Master Brad looked like some kind of hero sitting
there with whip in hand managing his 'beast'. He was perfectly
presented in his tournament suit and super shiny shoes. I shined them
like mirrors while he ate his breakfast this morning. I knelt under the
table scrubbing and polishing his shoes while he wore them, being
careful of his white socks of course. Even the tread on them was licked
to a sheen. Ben was being naughty with his feet under the table, poking
my hole with his toes, but it made the job better for me. All I could
do was imagine the huge grin on his face as he poked me.
There was such a buzz around us when we stopped in the shopping area,
people wanting to touch the draft, many went straight for my dick,
others simply stroked the sweat on my chest. Jed, Ben, Jim and Tilly
all followed us in Jim's car. At each agreed stopping point they
checked on Brad for feedback and gave him tips. Ben was more interested
in me, resting my face on his shoulder and whispering kind words before
checking my legs for cramp and supplying water. Bottled, not from his
body this time unfortunately. It was embarrassing really, a few seconds
resting on Ben's shoulder would render me fully erect for all to see,
and photograph. People laughing and pointing at my hard-on never gets
easy to cope with, but as embarrassed as I was, I still enjoyed it,
mainly because it was a day with Ben.
As soon as we'd returned
to the house and I'd packed away the chariot it was time for our guests
to go home. It all seemed too short, but before they went they laid out
on the lawn a pair of shorts, a leather skirt and a leather loincloth.
Jed looked at Brad and said, “you know, the competition garment can be
swapped back to the slave's normal uniform whenever you want, and as
often as you want.” then left silence for Brad to somehow fill.
“So if the slave wears short I can strip it naked if I want?”
“Those are the rules, naked is your slaves normal uniform. It seems
only right to give it something special for the tournament to show the
judges that you've thought about it as a special occasion. You've got
to admit it, your slave has been so good today that he deserves
something special” Brad looked at the 3 garments, I could see him
working on the problem. For someone so devious he has a very slow
hamster running the wheels in his head. It makes it so easy to spot him
concocting a plan.
“Then I'll have shorts for the slave!” Brad
concluded. “Any failure and those shorts will go.. Forever!” he warned
me sternly. I really don't think he wants me wearing them, but its
certainly a step up from the pyjamas I wore for the last 2 months at
school, up until this week of nudity with master Brad, of course. i'll
treat that as a humiliating blip of nakedness and try to move on. Lets
face it...shorts are real clothing! I know Mater Brad had picked them,
but I know I can thank my Alpha Master for them. I knew Jim would be
good for me.
slave
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From: BradTheWarrior@westernmail.loo
To: Bailey@slave_psychology.edu
Subject: RE Slave Training
Hi Bailey
Thanks for your advice. I tried doing the treat fuck on the slave the
other night. It didn't deserve it really because it caused me to be
humiliated by my cousin during the day. But with all Jed and Ben's talk
about happy slaves being easier to punish I thought I'd try out your
plan. So I pretended the slave had been good, I suppose it had made a
good meal and made amends for its behaviour earlier. I kind of enjoyed
it, the sex I mean, and the slave was really really obedient the day
after.
Yesterday I was proper happy with the slave though.
It was really good pulling the cart along, I thought it could have gone
faster up the hills, but Ben said it might collapse if I pushed it
harder. I kind of guessed it was at its limit though. Well, I gave it a
proper treat after Ben and Jed went home.
We found out
casper gets a stiffy when it gets messy, even thinking about getting
messy, so I treated it to a messy shampoo last night then fucked it. It
didn't look that happy when I started pouring stuff over its head and
rubbing it in, but after I said it was a treat casper seemed to smile a
bit more. I let it see and suck my dick while I messed it up too, just
before fucking it. I enjoyed myself anyway. I even washed the slave
after. I used a bucket and a sponge. I got the slave to get the water
of course. I think it enjoyed everything, I mean it was still hard when
it came back from filling the buckets.
casper is packing the
car now ready for our trip to the arena, its going to be a long drive
then we're booked into some hotel rooms. Casper has to spend the night
doing competition tasks so won't stay with us, but we can watch it all
on tv.
Brad
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From: Tillywillywoo@freedomcity.po.lu
To: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Subject: Casper visit
Hey Carrie
I hope your holiday is going great. We've arrived in Central city where
the Collosemo arena is, I have to admit dad was wrong! All the signs
for 'one boy and his slave' point to the main arena, so we went there
before the hotel. There's no small field for the boys to compete in,
theres no sports building for them to be pitted against each other,
there's just the huge 100,000 seat arena! Casper will be competing in
front of this mammoth crowd and live TV. I'm glad he's got shorts on
for this, I'd hate to see him humiliated in front of a crowd this size.
A little naked humiliation at home is OK, and maybe in front of
friends, in the streets at home, school, oh the shopping mall, you
know, small stuff. But I think it would be too much to have him naked
in front of a crowd this size, not to mention the TV too.
Its
an amazing space, there are the 3 huge fire pits in the middle of the
competition space! Somehow when I'd seen the games on TV I hadn't
realised just how accessible these fires are to the contestants to
throw each other into. I hope this isn't going to happen to casper.
As you'd expect from Brad's comments last week about gaining fame here,
he is now getting really excited. He says he's going to be a super
star. He say he's going to be on bill boards all over the
country...dream on Brad! casper and the other slaves will be competing
here between the Gladiator rounds. Brad is excited, and caper is
petrified. I've never seen cas looking like this. He was white with
fear as they took him away from us.
The other masters and
their families arrived roughly the same time as us. Well it was a
mandatory arrival time so I suppose that's expected. Casper seems older
than the other two slaves, and Brad seems younger than the other
masters. There was an obvious difference between them all too, apart
from the other slaves' suits, their masters seemed to care for them and
seemed genuinely worried about their own slave's fate. Brad just cares
about himself.
All three slave boy contestants were taken
away to another part of the ring for 'disinfection'. Our host talked
about the history of the arena but I didn't listen. I was more
interested in our 3 slaves, now stripped naked and being covered in
some green disinfectant gloop. It looked like they'd been told to
lather each other up with it and they were diligently rubbing their
hands over each other's heads And bodies. Their taskmaster made sure
they paid special attention to each other's willies, barking orders and
demonstrating on one of the smaller slaves. Smiling broadly as the
boys' attention to each other left all three with full-on boners. He
pulled each boy out one by one and inspected them. His hands were all
over them, mainly their erections and ibottoms. He looked like he was
loving his Job. He shouted and laughed to a man working in the seating
area waggling the slimy green slave's hardon at him. The seating
technician laughed back and waved circles with his hand.
I got
distracted for a moment as dad pointed out an arch that our host was
boring us about. I snapped back to the boys to find them trotting
Around a work party in the arena who hooted with laughter at the boys'
bouncing erections as they past. The boys even made a pass around our
group with our host laughing loudly and signalling his pleasure to the
boys' taskmaster.
It was cute to watch, but must have been so
embarrassing for the poor boys. Poor casper looked mortified. I looked
around our group and none of the other owners or their families were
laughing, none looked remotely impressed. In fact they seemed horrified
at the humiliation of their slaves by these workers. All were horrified
except Brad, of course, he slapped caspers' bottom as he passed and
shouted to 'get your knees up' while laughing loudly.
When
they got back to their taskmaster he hosed them off with what looked
like a fire hose. Casper only just stayed Standing, the 2 smaller boys
were blown over by the jet and skidded backwards on the floor a little
way. If this is how they treat our slaves in front of us when we're
here I hate to think what's going to happen to them when we're not
around.
The hose was turned off and the boys were taken down
to the dungeon, their clothes still up on the arena floor, to perform
their first few rounds of challenges; cooking, cleaning and masochistic
sex provision. Casper even looked back at us with a look of pure fear
as though we could save him and take him home to safety before he
disappeared through the arch. We all knew that tomorrow could be the
beginning of the end and we'd never see him again. I wish we could have
saved him!
The organisers basically showed us a couple more
things in the arena then pushed us out the door. I asked them why its
only for boys and their slaves, and the they told us that because most
boys are only interested in hover bikes and jet boards, they wanted to
do something to promote more boy masters to get a slave, but may change
it next year. Its stupid, how can humiliating masters of bad slaves
promote more boy slave owners? It just shows how out of touch these
people are. Unless they think the sex round tonight is what's going to
get boys thinking they want a slave! Assuming they even broadcast it
that is.
We're at the hotel now just waiting for tomorrow.
Brad will be with casper in the arena first thing tomorrow of course,
but that's it for me and dad, we're relegated to the arena seats. We
don't even get into the VIP areas.
Dad has some business to
attend to tonight with some people about a 'plan B' whatever that is,
so I'm stuck with Brad on my own. He is doing my head in! He just can't
understand that if they lose the competion tomorrow casper will be
confiscated and we'll never see casper again. All he keeps talking
about in is being famous on posters with his naked slave at his feet
all over the domain, and being seen on TV everywhere showing what a
great master he is. Why would they put posters of him up anyway? He's
just light relief between the Gladiator rounds. When this is over,
nobody is going to talk about the boy master and slave games, they'll
just remember the Gladiators. I'd love to know what's it in that boy's
head, actually maybe not. He's a selfish, arrogant, self-important
Idiot! he makes me so mad!
Love
Tilly xx