Date: Fri, 9 Dec 2011 11:05:08 -0500
From: Jase Jason <jase-jason@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Life So Far  -  Part Three

MY LIFE SO FAR

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Part Three.

As I left Master Michael's room, Jack emerged from nowhere and told me I
could go and rest in my room until it was time to eat. The routine was that
the slaves would eat in their quarters after the family had had dinner and
all the cleaning up, etc, had been completed. I was thankful to be able to
do that as I had had a long stressful day, the worst of my life to
date. After having been caged up at Slaves r Us for some two weeks, the
little cot in my room was a welcome relief, although I did have difficulty
in not comparing it to my room in my parents' house. As advised by
Mr. Smith though I decided to put the past behind me and to concentrate
entirely on my present situation. When the food ultimately arrived I was
starving and what appeared to be a kind of stew tasted great after the
slave chow at Slaves r Us.

I had difficulty in coming to terms with Brad's attitude towards me. We had
been close friends for ages and yet here he was joining in with his brother
Michael in joking at my expense and ignoring me completely. Michael had
always resented me so his attitude was to be expected; this was payback
time for him. It was my first lesson, however, in truly understanding the
gulf that existed between free people and slaves in society. I found it
very sobering and again decided that I would just have to accept it; what
option did I have? To Brad I was now just an owned piece of property to be
treated as such. To him Adam was now some nebulous entity who had never
even existed. It should not have come as too much of a surprise as I had
known all along what his attitude towards slaves was. They were on the
other side of a huge divide. Nevertheless, as I lay on my cot that night,
tears came to my eyes.

I soon established a routine and had Daisy show me exactly what had to be
done as far as the cleaning was concerned.  I stuck rigorously to the rules
that had been outlined for me and in so doing did not experience any
problems with Master Michael.  In fact he seemed relatively pleased with
the way I was performing my duties and it was clear that, like any teenager
would, he was reveling in his new-found authority.  To find myself in the
unimaginable role of a slave was almost impossible to comprehend but I
determined that I would accept the situation and try to make my life as
bearable as possible.

Jack assured me that the life of a slave in the Smith household was a lot
easier than in many other situations slaves found themselves in and I was
prepared to accept that as the truth.  The monotony of the food and the
boredom of the evenings, with absolutely no mental stimulation, was what
got to me the most.  We were fed twice daily. In the mornings we were given
a measure of slave rations (exactly the same stuff we had been given at
Slaves r Us) accompanied only by water, and in the evenings we had a type
of stew consisting principally of rice and beans and vegetables from the
garden, with gravy, and black tea. Twice a week it would contain bits of
meat, the type that supermarkets advertised as "slave cuts".  I had been an
habitual coffee drinker and I missed it terribly. What added to my misery
was having to serve Master Michael with breakfasts consisting, variously,
of juice, eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, pancakes and syrup, and of
course fresh coffee.  Occasionally he would leave food on his plate and,
when I cleared away the dishes, I would ravenously eat the remains.  I
found the evenings stiflingly boring and the only respite was an occasional
chat with Jack.  He, however, had decided to block his previous life out of
his mind, as some sort of defense mechanism I guess, and so our
conversations were restricted to slave matters.  We retired to our rooms at
9pm and Jack secured the front and rear doors and extinguished the lights.
We were alone until 6am the following morning when we rose in order once
again to render service to our Masters.

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Master Michael was a teenager after all and, like all teenagers, was
extremely untidy.  If he discarded a piece of clothing it was left just
where he had taken it off.  Sneakers or boots and socks were left lying
around the floor just where he had changed into something different.  He
subscribed to a number of sports and teenage magazines, and these would be
left open at the page he had been reading when he moved on to something
else.  Not along after my arrival I noticed that he had started to read
"Slavery Today", a magazine aimed at slave owners and which carried
articles on such matters as slave management, training, control, discipline
and punishment.  The bathroom was always a mess, with water on the floor
and wet towels strewn all over.  Also, if he took a piss, he never flushed
the toilet or put the seat down, and I would find that he always managed to
piss on the floor. That it was done intentionally, I had no doubt.

Master Michael decided that, whenever he was at home, I would come to his
room on the hour to see if he required anything and to tidy up on an
ongoing basis.  I would knock, enter on command, kneel in front of him, do
a "head to toe", and then rise and tidy up.  I soon had his magazines
arranged on his desk in order and by type.  I would quickly pick up the
dirty laundry and place it in the laundry receptacle and hang up any
articles of clothing that were lying around.  I then went through to the
bathroom and flushed and wiped the toilet, picked up any wet towels and
replaced them with fresh ones, and wiped the floor completely.  Very often
there would be cum tissues lying on his bed and I would retrieve those and
flush them away.  I did all of this as quickly as possible in order not to
interfere in any way with what he was doing. He was particularly
fastidious, however, about the state of his car and, as soon as he arrived
home from school, I would wash the car down, wipe it off, and vacuum the
inside.  At weekends I would spend three hours polishing it. He asked
Master Bradley whether he would like me to take care of his BMW too and he
accepted, so I had two cars to look after.

The Mistress became involved in charity work and was out of the house for
three afternoons a week.  Master Michael soon took advantage of the
situation and regularly invited his two close buddies over.  They were rich
kids too and they knew me from the parties that Brad had thrown in the past
and which Mike had insisted he attend with his buds.  They would drink a
few beers, smoke a little pot, quite often watch a porn video and generally
party the afternoon away.  On the first occasion this happened, Master
Michael summoned me and as I had been instructed I knelt and did a "head to
toe" before each of the three of them.  His two friends couldn't believe
what they were seeing and let out whoops of laughter. "Does the asshole
have to do this all the time?" one asked Mike, and when it was confirmed he
responded - "Jesus, dude, how fuckin cool is that?  And that fuckin haircut
and the earrings are just too much Mike!" he laughed.  The other one asked
Mike "Does he suck cock?"  and Mike replied with a laugh "Not yet".  Master
Michael instructed me to look in on the half-hour to perform my usual
routine. The other two boys soon entered into the spirit of things and
before the afternoon was out they were ordering me around too.  After a
week or two the two visiting kids started to bring with them either one or
two girls (one was about 18) and what with the beer, dope and porn, they
regularly succumbed to being fucked by the boys.  At the end of the
afternoon I would clean up and air the room which smelled like a brothel on
a Sunday morning, and have to dispose of the used condoms which were
littered around.

I couldn't explain it to myself but I began to have feelings for and an
attachment to Master Michael.  Maybe, I thought, being bereft of everything
including my freedom and all possessions, I needed to have something
permanent to cling on to. He never showed me the least consideration or
respect and I was continually humiliated in front of his friends, but I
wanted to please him and I took pleasure in caring for his possessions and
maintaining his apartment in a spotless condition.  Also I felt pride in
the fact that my Master always drove a car that, whatever the weather, was
always clean and immaculately polished.  Looking back on it, I suppose I
had already begun to acquire the mindset of a slave, namely to serve
without question and to accept the superior status and infallability of
one's Master.  I no longer thought about the rights and wrongs of my
actions; it was sufficient for me to follow to the tee my Master's
instructions and to strive for perfection in doing so.  Effectively I had
blanked out the past and no longer yearned for what had been or might have
been.

Sometimes when Master Michael was at school and I was busy cleaning in his
apartment, I would open the door to his closet and look at myself in the
full-length mirror. What I saw truly shocked me; I was a replica of the
wretched and ragged slaves I previously used to see skulking along the
streets of the town, trying to appear invisible and not attract attention
to themselves in case they should inadvertently incur the wrath of a free
person, or worse still, the humiliation which was routinely inflicted upon
them by young kids and teenagers out for a laugh.

How had this complete transformation come about I wondered with
bewilderment.

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After Master Michael had left for school one morning, I went to his room to
start my daily chores and discovered, open, on his desk the latest edition
of "Slavery Today".  He had apparently been reading an article on the
"Meissner System", a revolutionary new concept in slave management.  I
stood at the desk, not daring to sit down in case someone entered the room,
and read the article which was authored by Karl Meissner, the originator of
this new method.  Meissner pointed out that for thousands of years slavery
had been applied by conquest and force and right up to the present time
punishment had been administered by the application of pain, for example,
by torture or whipping.  He advanced the argument that in this modern age
some new thinking was necessary to cater for the demands that slavery was
now having placed upon it.  Whereas previously slaves had been utilized
principally to perform heavy labor, with a small minority serving in
households and brothels, the advent of globalization had created a need for
slaves to be used in more demanding ways.  For example the latest operating
system for small computers released by Bytes Inc. had been written and
perfected by an army of some 50 slaves, who had previously been programmers
and systems analysts, and who had been forced to work sixteen hours a day
for six months in order to meet the target date which had been considered
essential to catch the market.  Meissner advanced the theory that in the
modern age slaves had to be controlled not only by the application of force
but by psychological methods also.  His radical view was that their social
status should be consistently indoctrinated into their minds by such
methods as regular whippings so that they would accept psychologically that
that was part of their life.  Punishment on the other hand should be handed
out by means of sensory deprivation, for example, by long-term gagging and
blindfolding, or the withholding of sleep and food.  Meissner also noted
that experience had shown that young men in the age group 18 to 22 years
made the most effective slave handlers and overseers, the reason being that
they showed natural aggression at that age and did not display any hang-ups
regarding the plight of slaves.  They had been brought up with slavery and
accepted the institution without question. The article contained further
mumbo jumbo of this nature. Master Michael had made a notation in the
margin "Makes a lot of sense!"

The following evening I went up to Master Michael's room with that days
finished laundry and, as I approached the door, realized that the Master
was with Master Michael.  Naturally I should have withdrawn immediately but
I was tempted to eavesdrop.

"Dad", Master Michael was saying, "I want you to know that I really
appreciate your having let me have a slave of my own.  I think the
responsibility of controlling a slave has done me a lot of good and I think
every young guy should be faced with taking on such a responsibility to
prepare for the future.  Now that I don't have to concern myself with silly
chores, I really have had time to devote more attention to my studies and
so on."  I could imagine quite clearly the false look of sincerity on
Master Michael's face.

"Well, son," the Master responded, "I have always maintained that a young
man enters adulthood on his 16th birthday and I trust my sons to assume
certain responsibilities when they reach that age.  I am really impressed
with the way you have responded to the challenge so far and the way you
have managed to incorporate Binky into the family structure.  I only wish
that Brad had the same resolve as you."

"Dad," Master Michael continued, "I know that you manage your slaves in the
traditional way and, since they have been with the family for quite a
while, that obviously is the correct way to go.  But I have been reading up
on some new methods of slave management which are now being recommended and
I was wondering if you would be prepared to let me introduce these with
Binky particularly since he was made a slave only recently."

"Michael, I told you at the outset I wouldn't interfere and, if you feel
that there is some merit in doing what you suggest, I'm prepared to leave
it in your hands.  What will it entail?"

"Well, what is being recommended these days is that slaves should undergo
regular ongoing training with a professional outfit.  I've looked into
what's available in the county and there's a firm called 'Induction and
Orientation Enterprises' in Ravenswood."  Ravenswood was a town located
about eighty miles from Sunninghill.  "I called them yesterday to see how
they operate, and apparently the way to go is to sign an annual contract
with them for a number of days each month.  Binky obviously has daily
duties to perform so I would not want to release him every month. However,
I thought that maybe I could spare him for say three days periodically. It
wouldn't then be too difficult for him to catch up when he returned.
Apparently the slave's Master stipulates what aspects of training are to be
tackled.  Also, Dad, training always looks good on a slave's CV."

"OK, Michael, go for it.  Just keep me informed how things are going from
time to time."

I got the impression that the Master was about to leave so I hastily
withdrew.


To Be continued..........