Date: Wed, 21 Sep 2005 17:58:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Middle Class Slave Revisited Chapter 3

A Middle Class Slave Revisited
By Steam Train    (steam_t2000@yahoo.com)

Chapter 3: The Power That Corrupts.

I followed Master back into the bedroom and he went
straight to the large writing desk, picked up the
phone and ordered his dinner. He ordered Lasagne,
Greek salad and a glass of Shiraz for himself but to
my disappointment Slave Chow and Spring Water,
`Premium Foods' I suspected, for me.

I did get one thing though to look forward too with
the meal. No sooner had Master placed his order, then,
as if on queue my stomach rumbled. Master heard this
and changed the order to include a selection of fruits
as well. I could hope, fruit, it was something that
was but a distant memory for me.

He then took me and pulled me into the big bed with
him. The total luxury of the feel of the silken sheets
on my naked body was a feeling I had not experienced
for so long that I had forgotten just how good a bed
could feel.

Unconsciously I moved my body around in my half of the
bed totally enjoying the feel of the sheets on my
skin. I blushed when I heard Masters chuckle as he sat
on his side propped up on the pillows watching me in
my self-indulgence.

"I can see your enjoying the bed Steve" Master stated.

"Yes Master, it's been so long, all the memories of my
youth keep coming back with all these like new
experiences. It has been so long Master I had almost
forgotten what I was missing," I said.

As soon as I said that, I regretted it. The thought
flashed through my mind of what Master Cal had said
when they decided I had been in their bedroom too long
back at Green Bay Farms.

"Once they stop thinking of themselves as slaves, and
believe they can act like proper men, it's time to
return them to slavery. It's kinder, otherwise the
slave has to go through all the mental reorientation
again, and then take a long time to settle back
properly into slavery."

I mentally rebuked myself as a fool to have reminded
Master of such things so early in our new
relationship.

"Yes Steve I can well imagine how all these comforts
of home remind you of what you have lost. I suppose
that it is cruel of me, but Steve as I said, I am very
compassionate if you do the right thing by me. Things
like the luxury of this bed are all there for you as
long as you serve me well".

"Thank you Master" was all I could bring myself to
say; however in my mind it was more like .... `YES ....
Finally .... My life might just be on the improve.

I couldn't help fidgeting with some excitement at my
good fortune. As I did this my wrist chains rattled.
Here in this new strange setting they seemed out of
place and much more obvious than back in the barracks
at the course.

Master heard the rattle and commented, "Steve, I have
got to confess to you that I find most of your body
ornamentation from the course a real turn on however
some of them are not well suited to you being my sex
slave. I need to keep you fit and in good physical
condition and caddying sure does that for you, but
these wrist chains are a nuisance" master said
grabbing the chains that were welded in position
around each of my wrists.

"I hate your Mohican hair cut too; it spoils your
appearance as far as I am concerned Steve. I can put
up with the tattooing on your body. It makes you look
exotic I guess, though I am not personally into
tattoos" Master continued.

Again I was beginning to feel like an item not a human
being as Master continued his detailed discussion of
my body. If I were a freeman, no one would tell you
face to face, all your flaws like Master was doing.

"Thank heavens they changed the design of the chain
"waistcoat" those couple of years back so that it is
now removable, otherwise having sex with you would be
so uncomfortable. I guess comfort isn't high on the
list for slave requirements is it Steve?"

"Ummm no Master I guess not" I replied

Master then said, "I do however Steve, really like
your one inch nipple rings and your cinch ring". As
Master spoke, his hand drifted over and felt the
smooth steel bracelet that was my cinch ring, it was
about 1/4 inch thick, well in proportion to its 1 ¼
inch width, and the edges were neatly rounded. The
ring pushed my dick and balls upwards and outwards, so
that my dick was always projecting out in front of me
even though I was not erect.

I moaned slightly as his fingers brushed my genitals
and as always with me, my cock oozed a small drop of
pre cum. Master brushed his fingers across my piss
slit and the Prince Albert ring that was coming out of
my piss slit and curving down to disappear behind the
meaty flange of my cock, then took his finger and
licked my cum.

"Mmmm not bad, not bad at all Steve, definitely
premium quality" he said with a smile and a wink at
me.

It was so nice to be making light conversation with
someone again I couldn't help smiling back. An urge
took me then and I reached over and quickly with my
eyes closed I gave Master a kiss on the cheek.

Master quickly grabbed me and for a second I thought I
had gone too far but no, he took me and returned the
kiss with much more passion. Masters hands felt my
nipple rings and stroked my nipples. He ran his finger
round and round my nipples till I moaned in ecstasy
and tried to bear the torture.

If master didn't already know he soon found out my
secret. I have really sensitive nipples. I wanted to
thrust his hands away, but he was Master and so I
gritted my teeth and tried to bear it.

"Ah Steve the joys of absolute power, you hated that
didn't you" Master said.

"I'm very sensitive around my nipples Master, I'm
sorry I squirmed so much" I said.

In all my squirming at the nipple torture the sheets
had slipped down and my cock was free to show that it
was now totally erect.

"Well I can now see that maybe you didn't totally hate
that after all," Master said with a big smile.

Before I could reply he grabbed me and we lay there on
the bed entwined in each other's arms for some time,
my chains rattling away, till there was a knock on the
bedroom door that disturbed us.

"Master, your dinner" a male voice called out.

`Enter" Master replied.

An elderly slave entered carrying a large silver tray,
followed by a younger male slave carrying a plastic
tray. Both were dressed in a quite formal uniform
though it was still open necked and comfortable
looking.

I blushed profusely lying there naked in the bed
before them.

Neither showed any emotion and the older slave
presented the silver tray to master and the younger
slave the plastic one to me. I sat it on my lap and
sat up on the bed propped up by the pillows.

Both slaves took their position and awaited
instruction.

Master spoke " Well Nigel what do you think of my
latest purchase?"

I let out a soft gasp then blushed again, Master was
asking a slave, Masters never asked Slaves about
anything. Ok Master Booth had set new rules for the
caddies at the club, but this was totally different,
yet the reaction of Nigel and of Master immediately
showed that it was not unusual in this household.

"Well Master, it looks like he is having a bad hair
day" Nigel replied in a business like unemotional
voice.

Master just burst out laughing, and I noticed the
younger slave trying his hardest to retain his slave
composure, but failing, resulting in his body jerking
and him making suppressed gawks.

Master noticed the younger slaves dilemma and turning
to Nigel said with a huge smile on his face, "This is
all your fault Nigel, I blame you for Bentleys unslave
like behaviour".

`With a wink to Master, Nigel replied "Yes sir I will
take myself off to the slaves quarters and have
Bentley punish me immediately. Will that be all
Master?"

"Yes Nigel and thank you Bentley, I shan't be needing
either you for a while, maybe not at all this evening"
Master replied smiling in my direction and patting my
shoulder.

My mind was racing through the significance of what I
had just witnessed. Nigel showed respect for Master
but no fear. That was obvious. Master in turn held
Nigel in a special respect too even though he was a
slave. Just as he was starting to treat me he
obviously also treated Nigel and even the much younger
Bentley.

After they had left, Master noticed I was just sitting
there in bed, doing nothing whilst I thought these
thoughts.

"What's wrong Steve?" he asked.

"Master do you treat all your slaves like you just
treated Nigel and Bentley and like you have been
treating me?' I asked.

"I try too Steve, why?"

"Well Master it's just so unusual. I mean I have seen
thousands of Masters at the course. Some especially
those from the south just treat us slaves like
animals; others hardly acknowledge we are there. No
one but you has ever bothered to speak to me with
anything more than a command. Why do you treat us so
Master?" I asked.

"Ahhhh Steve the fact you asked that question is the
reason I do and also why I selected you to be here. It
is also why Nigel and Benson are here in my service,
along with all my other household slaves at all my
other properties".

"There are slaves and then there are slaves, Steve.
Have you ever tried having any sort of conversation
with the majority of the Advice Caddies Steve?"

`Umm sort of master but most of us slaves have been
enslaved for so long that nothing ever happens in our
lives that is different so after a while there is
nothing to talk about Master" I said.

`Maybe that is so Steve but I believe it is a lot more
than that. The majority of slaves these days are
either poorly educated criminals who can't be trusted
or bred slaves. The bred slaves, well they are good
for working and sex but they have no life experiences,
no knowledge of how freemen talk and communicate. They
can't read or write, they are Steve, in many ways just
like you said, just one rung up the ladder from being
an animal".

"Then there occasionally there are slaves like you.
Educated, articulate but also able to work and provide
sex" Master said.

"Steve just having sex whenever you want it might seem
ok but believe me after a while you want more than
sex, you want to lie in the arms of your lover and
talk. Can you do that with your Matt? I don't think
you can Steve, I know him, he has caddied for me and
he unlike you, he fully accepts that he is a slave. He
is happy and contented with his life because he knows
nothing else. In fact if he were set free today, he
would be back within the week begging to be enslaved.
He knows nothing else" Master said.

`Steve if I find a slave that can be trusted, has
character and potential, is educated and articulate; I
try to gather them around me. I treat then with
compassion, something that most have never experienced
since being enslaved, in return they almost always
return that compassion with extreme loyalty".

"I reward that loyalty Steve, but also if they abuse
my trust, they will get no second chance. Their life
will return to the drudgery of normal slavery" Master
said.

"Take Nigel for instance. You feel distress and
resentment Steve at your loss of status, but you were
what, only 22 when you were enslaved? You had a good
middle class life to look forward too, but you had not
really experienced life, you were still young".

"Nigel was the Professor of Politics at a major
University up north. A man of reputation and status in
his community who was not afraid to stand up for his
political beliefs. He was a campaigner for the
abolition of Slavery and this got him many enemies".

"We all have our weaknesses though Steve, his was
collecting Art Deco artefacts from the Twentieth
Century. Nigel was innocent so he tells me and I
believe him, yet he was found in possession of stolen
Art Deco artefacts, convicted and sentenced to
lifetime slavery.

He believes one or more of his fellow academics that
despised his stance on slavery, prized his academic
position and his office on the campus, set him up. Yes
his actual physical office Steve, it can be the
smallest pettiest thing that drives some people to
commit a crime" Master said.

"One day the world at your feet, slaves of your own, a
position of great respect, influence and power, the
next you're a naked insignificant slave with no rights
or power, not even the right to determine or influence
what you will do or say. That's what happened to
Nigel. I can't return his freedom but I can try to
make his slavery bearable, just like I can yours
Steve" Master said.

"It could happen to me Steve, I see it happen all the
time to people from all walks of life. People who
think it will never happen to them, that don't stop to
see that the way they treat slaves could come back to
haunt them one day".

"So Steve, why do I treat slave different to most?"

"Because I would like to be treated like I treat my
slaves. Power corrupts Steve and absolute power
corrupts absolutely, that I am sure of".

"In some aspects of life, and most definitely in the
lives of my own slaves I have absolute power. I am
constantly fighting the desire to use that absolute
power for my own total gratification".

"I fight that battle every day Steve and so far I have
won. But it is a battle Steve. I could just as well
decide to treat all my slaves like most other slave
owners do. I know if I am ever enslaved I won't be
treated like I treat mine but still I refuse to give
in totally to that lack of basic moral decency".

"Now enough of my lecturing Steve, lets eat," Master
concluded.

We sat there after that in the bed and ate in silence,
but as I did so I thought through all Master had said.
It made a lot of sense. Even what he said about Matt.
He was my lover but that was all, we had passionate
sex and it was wonderful but that was it, we didn't
talk much, yes we were too tired and there was nothing
much to talk about but behind that facade I knew deep
down that Matt just was not capable of carrying on any
meaningful in depth conversation, I had tried and
given up on that.

I had put the thoughts that master had raised again
out of my mind for a long time now, but yes, Master
was right there really is more to a relationship than
just the pure sexual experience.

I began to feel very guilty, as if I was betraying
Matt by thinking these thoughts. For all Matt's
shortcomings he was a worldly-wise person, especially
when it came to the world of slaves. If it had not
been for him I know I would not have survived as a
slave without far more punishment, before I learnt my
place in life.

I didn't know how I was going deal with this new
complication in my life. One of the few advantages of
being a slave was that you didn't have to worry about
things. Your life was totally controlled and
regulated. Now I was starting to worry about
relationships and that was not pleasant or desired.

Master I think read my mind and could tell I was
thinking over what he had just said. He said nothing
for a while as I ate and thought through his comments.
Then to break me out of my thoughts he asked, "Hows
the chow Steve?"

Ok I thought, you raised the topic Master and it
seemed to me that I had quite a bit of freedom here in
the bedroom to say what I thought so I said `As chow
goes it's ok Master, but I'm sure your Lasagne and
Salad is a lot more tastier".

Master ignored my obvious bait and replied, "Glad you
liked it Steve, it's our top of the range slave chow.
It doesn't sell the huge amounts our budget ranges
sell but this chow has added ingredients and vitamins
to enhance your health Steve".

I guess I was emboldened in my new freedom and without
thinking I said, "Added flavours Master have you ever
tried eating a whole meal of any slave chow Master,
even this one?"

Master looked at me and I saw the colour of his face
change with a pink flush spreading across it and a
tensing of his facial muscles.

Quickly I said, "I'm sorry Master I forgot my place"

"No Steve, I am master and I make the rules and the
rule here in my bedroom when only you and I are
present is that you are free to speak. I didn't like
the way you said that to me, but that's my problem not
yours. I am a hands on type of guy, and your right I
have only sampled a small sample of any of our slave
chows. What your saying is that my Lab staff and I
should eat more our products, full servings not a
small sample servings".

"Of course Steve the economic reality is that the vast
majority of Slave owners want value for money. Keep
their slave assets healthy for the best price, that's
what they are after. They don't care what the chow
tastes like. The slave's opinion of the chow doesn't
even rate a consideration".

"However Steve you have given me a thought. Our `Gold
Label' slave chow is aimed at a different market and
it doesn't sell as well as it should. There are more
things than just added ingredients and vitamins we
need to look at. What flavours appeal to you slaves,
we need to research this and then maybe our sales will
improve. You can be one our test slaves Steve, how
about that honour?"

"Thank you Master" I replied.

`Gee Steve you don't need to sound so enthusiastic
about your possible new role" Master replied with a
smile.

"Sorry Master I was just thinking of all the
unsatisfactory flavours that I might have to sample
and reject" I replied keeping a straight face.

"Oh is that so, well I was going to give you a taste
of this strawberry, just to see if your taste buds are
still functioning properly, but I guess seeing you so
unenthusiastic you wont want to sample it" Master
said.

He took the huge plump deep red Strawberry and held it
under my nose and in front of my mouth.

I didn't hesitate, I bit with great anticipation into
its lush flesh. The juice escaped, the flavours
caressed my taste buds, the aroma spread through my
nostrils. It was heaven. For so long I had eaten
nothing but slave chow. I had forgotten what true
flavour was. It was like a drug pulsing through my
vanes.

It was also very sensual, Master holding the fruit to
my mouth, me eating the fruit then licking his
fingers. Savouring the last lingering tastes of the
strawberry. Master could sense that more than my taste
buds were being aroused. The peculiar angle of my tray
tilting on my lap in front of me was a dead give away.


End Chapter 3 (Part 12 Continuance of Original)