Date: Tue, 20 Dec 2011 06:18:48 -0500
From: Jase Jason <jase-jason@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Defining Moment  -  Part Three

A DEFINING MOMENT.

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Part Three.

Many of you will not be conversant with the slavery laws as they applied in
our state.  These principally dealt with matters handled through the
judicial system and the enslavement of offenders brought before the
courts. Another element of those laws permitted the parent(s) of a minor
child to sell that child into slavery if it could be shown that such action
would result in the alleviation of hardship for the remaining members of
the family unit.  Obviously this was a drastic measure and such an order
would be granted only in extreme cases.  A third type of enslavement order
was what was known as a Voluntary Order of Servitude and Enslavement or
VOSE.  For example, in many cases of debt the procedure would normally be
for the creditor to obtain a civil judgment against the debtor and, in the
event of non-settlement, the authorities would obtain an order of
enslavement from a judge and the debtor would pass through the system and
be auctioned off to the highest bidder.  To avoid such a fate the debtor
had the option, with the creditor's consent, of applying to the courts for
a VOSE which would commit the debtor to enslavement, but to the ownership
of the creditor.  The courts were very circumspect in granting a VOSE.

I had for some time been contemplating the possibility of having Jason
become a slave proper.  I started to play with his mind by casually
mentioning that our relationship was becoming a little humdrum and that I
thought it would be so hot for both of us if he really were my slave and I
his Master.  I told him I felt it would add an edge to our relationship and
fully consummate it.  At first he made no comment at all but when I
persisted I think he began to suspect that, if matters were left as they
were, I would terminate the relationship. He clearly did not want that to
happen.  I left the matter on the backburner for a while but I started to
spend more time away from the apartment.  Jason, I think, began to feel
that we were drifting apart.  So it was that one evening he raised the
issue himself and asked me how such a thing could be achieved.  I told him
that it was really a drastic step and that perhaps we should just forget
all about it.  He persisted, however, and I asked him whether he was really
sure that he might be prepared to be properly enslaved to me.  He answered
in the affirmative so I informed him I would arrange for him to see a
lawyer who specialized in slave matters and who could explain the situation
to him.  I told him that it was entirely his own decision and that I did
not want to influence him any way.

It had become clear to me that, while he appeared to be besotted with me,
which could of course happen under normal circumstances, Jason had this
deep-seated streak of submissiveness, a need which cried out to be
satisfied, even if it meant lowering himself to formerly unknown depths of
servitude and subordination. It had no longer become enough for him to play
out the part of slave as is common in SM relationships. It disturbed me a
little at first but, having owned a slave previously, I began once again to
feel that urge to force another party to submit to me completely. And so
the die was cast.

To satisfy the court, affidavits from two independent lawyers stating that
the legal implications had been fully explained to the applicant had to be
produced, and the judge had to be satisfied that there was a proper case
for the order to be handed down and that the applicant was not being
coerced.  The obtaining of the affidavits was not a problem; the
application, however, might have run into trouble in satisfying the judge
regarding the suitability of the case.  My lawyer friend, however, had
handled similar cases and had the ear of a judge who was compliant in such
matters.  Jason went ahead with the application and the outcome of a court
hearing lasting no more than twenty minutes, was that he became my slave in
law.  In addition, as his owner, I became the outright possessor of his not
inconsiderable estate. That that aspect had been properly been explained to
him, I found difficult to believe, but who the fuck was I to complain?  I
perhaps should explain that, at the time the age at which an offender might
be tried as an adult had been reduced to sixteen, and the age of majority
for young persons in relation to contractual matters had been reduced to
eighteen.  Jason, at nineteen, was therefore free to enter into an
application for a VOSE.  The age at which persons were allowed to buy
liquor and enter bars remained ironically at twenty-one. That was the
Christian South for you.

I transferred to another college and registered myself as a slave-owning
student. By now I had had Jason, renamed Buttons, forcibly as it turned
out, attend a full-blown training course for new slaves at the firm
Induction and Orientation Enterprises in nearby Ravenswood, the self-same
firm which I had used previously for Binky, knowing full well that he would
return in a much altered and cowed state. While in their hands I had
instructed that he be shaved, pierced, ringed and collared, and I had
provided them with a simple slave uniform, which I had picked up at a
slaves' supplies store, in which he was to be garbed when returned to
college. In his absence I had arranged for him to be bedded in one of the
slave dorms, which was obligatory for slaves on campus.  Naturally his
study courses were not renewed and, when I personally did not require his
services, I permitted his use by other students in the dorm for
errand-running, etc. For a small fee of course.

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About a year later I received a frantic call one evening from my brother
Brad who informed me that our parents had been involved in a commuter plane
crash while on a visit to the Grand Canyon and had perished.  I returned to
Sunninghill to attend the funeral and to discuss with my parents' executors
the winding up of their affairs.  Brad and I had been named joint equal
heirs and we thus discussed how we were to go forward.  We agreed that we
would immediately sell the house, its contents, and the slaves, and Brad
intimated that he had no interest in becoming involved in my father's
business.  I would therefore take over the business as part of my
inheritance.  Brad wasted little time before he took off in his BMW on what
was to be become an extended country-wide road trip. He had apparently made
the acquaintance some time before of an attractive eighteen year old boy
(who looked like trade to me) who was to become Brad's traveling
companion. I returned to college and informed Buttons we would be returning
immediately to Sunninghill where we would take up residence.  Despite
everything that had gone before, I think it was only at that moment that he
truly realized what his status had become, a mere chattel in my hands, but
I felt no concern as he had not been coerced in any way in applying for the
VOSE and the whole matter was a fait accompli. He was now a slave and as
far as I was concerned would be treated as such.

I purchased a nice apartment on my return to Sunninghill and, with the
guidance of the Managers, assumed control of my father's business.  In a
very short while I implemented for Buttons a rather severe regimen much
along the lines of that I had imposed on Binky, and I am pleased to say
that, after some disciplinary measures applied by the local Slave Police,
he responded well and ultimately turned out to be an adequate replacement
for Binky.

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On a Saturday morning some months later I went into town accompanied by
Buttons and ran into my old acquaintance Kenny Anderson, the owner of
Slaves R Us.  We chatted and he wished me well in taking over from my
father.  That evening I was surprised to receive a call from Kenny who said
he had been impressed with Buttons and asked whether he was gay. I
confirmed that he was and Kenny informed me he had a client who was
interested in purchasing a young blond slave who was gay and fully trained.
He made me a very generous offer for Buttons and informed me that, if I was
concerned about obtaining a replacement, he could assure me that at the
next auction at Slaves R Us there would be a batch of top-rate young stock
on offer, and that at the prices that were expected to be obtained, I could
turn a tidy profit on the whole deal.  He would require an answer by the
following Monday.

I mulled over the matter over the weekend. Although I was happy with
Buttons, the offer that Kenny had made was more than generous and I
rationalized that I could always obtain a replacement, and if that
replacement turned out to be unsatisfactory, there was always the
opportunity to have it replaced in turn. There was after all no shortage of
young desirable slaves available. On the Monday morning I called Kenny and
informed him I had decided to accept his offer and arranged to visit Slaves
r Us to conclude the deal. He informed me that he would arrange for two of
his handlers to visit my apartment early the following morning to take
Buttons into their custody.


THE END