Date: Sat, 27 Jun 2020 18:50:55 +0000
From: Tartarus701 <Tartarus701@protonmail.com>
Subject: Adopted slave Chapter 3

Thanks for all of the positive feedback I have had on the story . Just to
answer a few questions -it is fiction and does not describe one real event
-though aspects of it are real. Whether or not I am in the gang is a
question I choose not to answer .

Thanks to the anonymous slave for its editing . Please make a donation to
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Adopted slave

Chapter 3: Getting More Control

Moving from week five into week six I firmed up my plans for my visit.

One of the first things I did once we started to use WhatsApp was to get it
to formalise its messaging so that from now on, every message had Master
with a capital M in it and it was to inform me if its slave cock was
hard. I didn't do anything with it at this stage but later it had to tell
me what caused its slave cock to get hard. Individually these small ways of
control did not matter much but collectively they emphasised who was in
charge. It also emphasised the normalcy of power transfer. I assumed now
and needed to ask less. It responded well to this increased control of its
life.

I like slaves to reflect a lot and at five weeks it did a short essay on
how its life had changed and its hopes for the future. One of the concerns
identified in the writing was its financial worries and when we explored
this it did say "a Master could pimp a slave out". At this time, it was
about slaves generally not it specifically but this would change in
time. With my nurturing side I did say we could explore how I could
financially support it if needed. For example, it would always have a room
at my house. I continued to mix in my dominant and my nurturing sides as I
felt the slave needed both.

About six weeks into its training and as it was now mid-May I began some
video control. I would always be dressed, often formally, and it saw my
head and the top of my chest. Sometimes I would move the camera to show it
some gear or explore the layout of my room. From the beginning it was
always ordered to dress in a specific way and this varied from session to
session. Sometimes it might have a sleeveless top and no underwear or
underwear and no top or shorts or no trousers. The slave was still
self-conscious about being nude on camera, but this changed over the next
three weeks as I gradually got it to be nude as it talked to me. As
discussed earlier it was also ordered to tell me if it is erect. I also got
it to be on camera without interacting with it so I can observe it when I
wanted to.

One of my favourite areas of control was corner time in the present
position. By this time its present position was adequate, no more no
less. I would watch an hour practice of these positions or other tasks with
the slave not knowing if I was there or not. Once I looked up and it was
not there. I verbally abused it and told it exactly what I thought. The
slave ended up crying which was hot as fuck. I decided it was a good time
to do a mind game.

I gave it an hour to write an essay on `How I will be a perfect slave for
Master'. It would be marked on: (1) Level of submission shown in the essay
(2) Its need to become an owned slave (3) The control Master would have
over it (4) What excited it about being a slave the most?  (5) Grammar and
punctuation

It would need 15 out of 20 in each section. I was really pleased with its
efforts. If readers want to see what it sent then e-mail me and I will send
the essay over. It got its 75 and more importantly I got more ideas about
controlling it. In my feedback, I gave it 16 out of a hundred and gave it
over 100 bits of feedback. It was made to repeat the essay five more times
before I said I was ready with the quality of the essay. I changed my
feedback over time so it got confused. This was a task I enjoyed setting
which is one I must do again as the slave started not to think and followed
every order.

Since our initial chats, we had explored the idea that it was a commodity
and will be put away when not needed. I kept a tally counter nearby and
identified how many times it moved when it was supposedly to stay
still. There would always be a stretch goal so it focused on continuous
improvement. I told it a made up story of an ex-slave of mine who could do
eight hours in corner time without moving. It had its training goal and I
encouraged it to do so even when I was not there. After a month of this, I
mapped its progress visually and showed how it was not improving. I used
effective use of data to map its progress. I said it needed to show more
focus and commitment.

All of our chats were being recorded and cut into a blackmail tape, so when
it talked about its relationship with a Christian god and its hatred of it,
this was also being recorded. I wanted two sorts of evidence; one was
general stuff to use and the other about religion and its adoptive
parents. It was also encouraged to talk `positively' about its birth
parents. There was also some great evidence from the meet with the M/s
couple.  These chats covered a wide range of issue and I got some useful
evidence about how it felt about friends and relatives. This was all
captured in one document so that I could have an easy reference to data and
observations. I explored its learning style with it and it had the perfect
mix of pragmatist and activist so could use this in its training .

The slave was in contact with the brother of his Adoptive Father, who it
was estranged from. He would buy his nephew designer underwear which the
slave got his friend's mother to wash them. It was common knowledge that
the slave's parents were bigots and the slave gave me evidence of how his
adoptive parents had caned him. I ordered the slave to send me a formal
statement about this. Again it was made to edit it a few times until I got
what I wanted.

I was being more direct in our conversations about being "in love" with the
slave again when the slave reciprocated with "I love you Master" 50 times
in a video as a task set by me. I also had videos of the slave saying "I
need to serve a gay Master in my life. I want to swallow my Masters piss
and shit and sweat and gob and cum", which was always repeated 50 times as
well and again saved on a video.

Meeting the slave

We arranged to meet in the local woods at a specific time and place in the
slave's community. I had not told the slave how long I would be staying;
little did it know that I was staying in the same cottage as the Master and
slave that visited the riding school. I would take it to the cottage
unannounced later in the week. We went for a walk in the woods to a private
spot and I suggested that as I had my Digital SLR camera that he might like
to pose for some photos so I could show photos of my new `boyfriend' to my
gay friends. This was to emphasise the `normality' of a fetish based
relationship. It would become a sexual plaything for any man I ordered it
to get in contact with. I told the slave that apart from hugging, which I
knew it needed a lot of, there would be no sexual play today. That would
certainly change in the week.

The slave also knew that I would be leaving some fetish gear for it and a
slave diary to remind it that it was a slave. As part of the preparations
for my visit, the slave had no orgasms for a week. For the first month the
slave could wank freely but since we had used WhatsApp this was an area I
was building my control on. My visit seemed like a good opportunity to
cement my control of its orgasms. In terms of safety, there was a space in
the barn where things could be hidden away. His adoptive parents never went
in there anyway so there was limited risk of the fetish gear or the diary
being found. I had also brought the slave some money so it could always
leave if it needed to and get to London. I wanted to increase its
dependency upon me for all areas of its life. It was told to fill the diary
in every day using handwriting and take a photo of each page as it was
written and send it to me .

Once we got into a private space the slave asked me to sit down on a log
and it then said "Master, I have been preparing this ritual for our first
meeting. Please will you let me do an obeisance?" It did this clothed but
unbeknownst to it that before I left it would re-do this nude. It lay on
the floor in a spread-eagle position. This is what it said:

"I am the luckiest slave in the world to have you as my Master. I want to
dedicate myself to your pleasure. I give you control of my body and its
three holes for you to use as you want. I want you to own me Master."

I told it to turn over and I got my cock out I pissed over its face and
head and said to the slave "I take you on as my owned slave".

All the way through this obeisance the slave was prostrate and I told it to
kneel. I used the opportunity to teach it what kneeling was and it
practised switching from standing position to kneeling position. Once it
had learnt the two positions to my satisfaction it was told to go back to
prostrate position which I again taught it. It was then told to crawl to
its Master and briefly lick its Master's shoes. The slave then got a coffee
flask out and gave me coffee and it had some as well. It was not supposed
to do so as a slave and so all it did was wrong but that was not the time
for the enforcement of that rule.

As the coffee was being drunk we chatted side by side about our next steps,
such as visiting for an open day in a month and staying with its Master for
a few days and the plans it had for the autumn term. We talked about the
horse riding and I suggested that I pay for gym membership which it agreed
to. Little did it know that the gym would also be used as a way to control
it.

After the coffee, I told the slave to sit on the log between my legs and
edged it five times before I let it cum. This of course reinforced that a
Master decides when a slave cums. It nuzzled in my ear and I encouraged it
to say what was in its head. When it exploded, I licked it clean, something
that would never happen once it moved in with me. I made sure this was a
tactile experience for the slave so I touched its skin a lot and gave it
only pleasurable sensations. I reminded it that I loved it and needed it in
my life. The slave was glowing when it came, it let me take a photo of its
cum-covered cock before I cleaned it up. Whether these would ever be used
was something I was still undecided on.

We walked deeper into the woods and it walked with its slave dick hanging
out of its jeans. When it got erect I used slave's dick as a lead. We
discovered a private space and the slave was encouraged to look at the
camera and take a few photos of me (these were deleted once home). We were
both in jeans, t-shirt and boots and the jacket came off. I put its cock
back in its jeans and then took a few posed photos of the slave and some of
us together. We then both took our t-shirts off and had what I thought
would be a difficult conversation about me taking nude and sexual photos.

The slave replied "Well... you own me and I trust you not to share the nude
photos." We explored what this meant for the slave and it was increasingly
obvious that the slave had a dependency on me. I was to discover later in
discussion before I left that it knew about being manipulated and how the
slave sees that as Master showing its love. However with its adoptive
parents it had no control of how it was treated. At this point in the
slave's mind, it still had choices and could set limits. More importantly
in terms of control I was nice to it . If only it knew what was coming.

As we walked into the space, we found a nice space in a glade and I gave
the slave the rug out of my bag and it laid it out on the floor. I just
stripped to my underwear and lied on the rug. Without prompting the slave
did the same. Whilst the slave was stripping I set up a tripod, the camera
with the lens I wanted, and set the focus. I had brought a remote control
with me and took photos throughout our session without asking the slave. I
told the slave to kneel and put a leather collar on it. It then spoke on
video about what being a slave meant to it.

We then played for nearly three hours on and off. After we had both came, I
took some individual photos of the slave. It was made to wank to orgasm and
this was captured by the camera. As we cuddled, I shared the images of the
slave on the camera reminding it how gorgeous I found it and couldn't wait
to train it more. The last thing the slave did was to do the obeisance nude
to video. This included me pissing on its face.

As we packed up, I said I would pick it up the next day as I was taking it
out for dinner. We did indeed go out for dinner and I enjoyed the social
chat enormously. My job that evening was to provide lots of nurturing and
my undivided interest. I encouraged it to eat well and said we would be
doing of of eating out in London. I also said I would be getting it lots of
gear so it had good outfits for key roles .

Country Cottage Initiation

I invited my slave to my rented house and after picking it up we chatted
and it became quieter as we stopped at the cottage. I said "You know your
way in, so go into the bedroom where the guys fucked you. Strip and kneel
and wait for me there". I shouted, "Crawl slave!" and walked away. The
slave crawled in.  In the meantime, I set up stuff in another bedroom and
came back in once I am done to put a mask on the slave and collared it with
a rubber collar and told it to following me by crawling into the other
bedroom. I kicked a hard metal cage and told it to get inside and locked
the door.

I started the video of the three of them playing and let the slave listen
to it. As it worked out what was playing it went redder and redder. I
ordered "Take your mask off cunt. I believe you have some explaining to
do." We then explored what rules it had broken. I explained that the other
couple were friends of mine who I asked to test the slave out. The slave
had done well but forgetting to inform me of the contact was
unacceptable. It would be punished for this later.

I pulled it out of the cage and led it to a fuck bench. The video was
playing in the background and it could see it as it was punished. I told it
"after you have been punished you have a choice to make; do we carry on or
stop all contact now." " If I can't trust you now I prefer to leave it
. You need to convince me slave that u can truly serve me ".  "But first,
you need to be punished for breaking our sacred trust. And I have some
guests who want to watch you being punished".

I then said, "Master you can come in now." The Master who it had previously
met walked in with full leather gear, followed by his crawling slave David
who was now denuded of all hair. It was crawling with a "gates of hell"
around its balls and cock which has two inches of needles sticking out of
it and therefore it had to bend to crawl so as to not pierce itself. "I
will give you an explanation for their presence after your caning", I told
the slave, "and you will count the strokes slave, and giving me the number
and thank me for training you". It knew what a counting game was so it
started.

This was a brutal training and the slave asked for punishment to stop which
was ignored -- I had meant to stop at twelve strokes but got first blood at
8 and so I stopped. "You have to make a decision slave; do you walk out of
here and never ever see me again or do you commit to being my owned slave?
If you do commit, you will sign a contract to that effect before you
leave." We gagged and masked the slave and put it into its cage. We all
then pissed into the cage and then ignored the slave for 3 hours.

We put the fuck bench next to the cage and slave David was locked into the
fuck bench. We were all very verbal plus the video of the three of them
playing was still on so all the noise from the play should have kept the
slave entertained. It was erect throughout the session and at one point
moved to try and rub itself against the bars, so we chained it so it could
not stimulate itself.  An electric prod soon stopped any further
unpermitted movements. We used our time to use both of slave David's holes,
including fisting it.

Slave David was hurt via its nipples which had some wax poured over it and
was fucked three times and fisted for over an hour. Slave David was very
vocal and moaned a lot. Little did it know that the next time it saw my
slave it would only be able to grunt. We had used lots of lube in the
fisting so when we had all finished we moved slave David so that's its arse
was over the adopted slave's face, and then gravity took its effect and it
all slowly showered over the slave's face.This made some great real time
photos . Just before it started to cover the slave, I took off its mask so
it could see what was happening. I also took its gag off and instructed it
to keep its mouth open. It then swallowed the arse slime after gagging a
few times .

The other Master started to take some photos and I told the slave not to
speak; I gently touched its cock and gave it some pleasure. I reminded the
slave it was not to come until I gave permission. The other two then left
the room and I told my slave it now needed to make the choice. I talked
about how I felt about it and how I needed it in my life but I also needed
to control it. I basically gave the slave an ultimatum which met its
needs. I was offering it a new life but it had disappointed me by hiding
something so important. I told it not to speak and I took it into the
shower, and we washed and did not speak while I sucked it off and swallowed
its cum. It remained only in its collar and I asked it what its decision
was, was it to serve or will it be going. I gave it lots of physical
contact while it decided and ensured that there was some salve on its arse.

The slave shared its thoughts and fears with me. It begun by saying it knew
it needed to be manipulated, and it wanted to go on a journey that led to
total enslavement but it needed to go along with the manipulation. I called
the other two in and said this is now an owned slave. The slave did its
obeisance in front of everyone and I again pissed in its face.

I told the slave it was to be chipped. I chipped the slave in the top of
its neck. Photos of this procedure were taken and we then went into the
dining room. The table was set for two and we ordered the two slaves to
serve us and not to speak to each other. I told my slave to follow the
actions of the other slave when serving.

There was a delightful twist to the evening. We placed slave David in a
metal cage. It's Master then told the slave that it had no further use for
it and it was being sold on. The adopted slave was clearing up in the
kitchen at this time and did not hear what was said. Slave David was told
that there would be two weeks of training and modification with another
Master which would result in it not being able to be seen in public. It
would then move in to my cellar before the adopted slave joined us. And
after more training, slave David would be sold on. We then moved the cage,
which slave David is in, out into the garden. I needed a shit and so I
dropped it into the cage.

After the meal the adopted slave and I explored what its life would
become. I showed it a copy of the draft contract which it read before its
signing in the morning.  The contract was a permanent Master slave contract
which could only be rescinded by the Master . It ensured that no permanent
harm would come to the slave .It stated that the Master would have absolute
control of the slave's life permanently. It committed the slave to serve
the Master permanently and to the best of its ability. We spent two hours
discussing its implications and this was recorded and we both agreed on
camera that the discussion would be part of the contract's legal framework.

I also made it plain that there will be consequences if it did not turn up
in London as agreed. I told the slave to go to the car to get my
briefcase. On its return I told it to kneel and from my briefcase, I gave
it a thick file from which it read. This was a file full of its social
history, exam grades, social media profile and the profile of its
friends. While it was reading, it was told of the consequences if it did
not turn up.

These are : (1) Outing it to its adoptive parents so that it could not stay
there

(2) Everyone in the folder would have a photo and explanatory letter as
described in 3 sent to them

(3) We would find it, kidnap it, and under anaesthesia it would have all
its head hair lasered off, then it would have the word paedophile tattooed
on its head. Once healed, it would be left unconscious in front of an
Evangelical Church with a letter asking them to cure the slave from the
devil inside.

It knew that it would sign the contract tomorrow and it confirmed this and
would have a month to sort out its life. It would move in with me but I was
still undecided if it would attend university as planned (not that I told
the slave this). It had already applied for a student loan but I would be
giving it an allowance on top. It could earn extras by performing other
tasks such as nude cleaning, like a lifestyle slave would do. Before I
left, I measured the slave so I could order some bespoke outfits. It was
also ordered to grow its hair long and grow facial hair.

I called the other Master and said he could fuck the slave. Whilst he did
use lube, it was a functional fuck with no thought on the slave's pleasure
and in fact, that was the last thing on our mind. I checked with the slave
that this was OK. It said it was an owned slave and Masters could do what
they wanted subject to limits. It would be another 2 months before it
stopped mentioning the limits rubbish.

After the other Master came, we all got into a bed and cuddled -- I edged
the slave with my mouth whilst the other Master kissed it. I wanted the
slave to realise that there would be lots of gentle play as well as a rough
fuck. That's a lie of course as its first month of training would be
immensely intense. Depending on how it responded, it would become either a
lifestyle slave or a drone which would be dehumanised until there was
nothing human in there. If it was droned, it would then be sold off when I
got bored with it.

The Next Morning

We all woke up at about the same time with all of us sporting a morning
erection. I told the slave to kneel and take our morning piss. It was then
told to go for its own piss in the bathroom and return to us. We prompted
the slave to suck both of us off and after that the other Master rimmed the
adoptive slave as I sucked it off. I put some salve on its buttocks.

The slave was then instructed to make breakfast for us both and which it
waited on. It was then given 30 minutes to make its breakfast, eat and then
meet me in the bathroom. The slave was told not to speak while we sat in
the bath facing each other so that our cocks rubbed against each
other's. We gently washed and explored each other until we both shot on
each other's body.

By now it was clear that I was unpredictable, sometimes rough and sometimes
gentle. Allowing it to cum lots in a short space of time was of course
manipulative but also very effective. On reflection, giving so much
pleasure to the slave reinforced the benefits of it becoming a
slave. Psychologically, whilst I often give out punishments, I would also
use positive rewards and reinforcements. The most important positive
reinforcement was supporting the slave to envisage a new life and lots of
positive touches. These positive experiences compared favourably with the
slave's current existence.

We talked about the hopes we both had for our relationship and what
training would give us. I had decided that once in my house the slave would
be initiated into the dungeon for a month before it re-entered the outside
world. What it presented as and how it viewed itself afterwards would
depend on its training.  After showering together I dressed my slave in new
gear; it was an expensive collar with a matching harness, cuffs, gags and a
paddle all with the same design. The cuffs, gags and paddle were all
engraved with "slave Albert" on it. Little did it know it was the fourth
slave Albert.

Contract Ceremony

The other Master got a lead and took it into the room with the fuck
bench. The video camera had been set up to capture it entering the room. I
reminded it that as an owned slave I could use it to its limits. I locked
it onto the fuck bench . I was not concerned whether any limits were being
breached while it was being videoed as these could be edited out. I decided
that no lube will be used and I should be the first to use its cunt during
the ceremony. I mounted it with no preamble and the slave screamed. I asked
it if I was breaking its limit and it replied "No Master". From the slave's
reaction, this can only be described as a violent rape. Unknown to the
slave, it had actually been given two Viagra in powder form in its morning
drink. So even though it is being used so roughly, it got hard during the
whole ordeal and this reinforced its need to be a slave and also
strengthend the connection between arousal and hard use. After a month in
my cellar, it would realise that it would only be used roughly.

After I came, I needed to be cleaned up which the slave did with its
mouth. I felt like taking a piss so this was a good opportunity. When I
finished, I shot a great close up where it looked like it hated me. I asked
it if I had broken any limits and of course it said no. I told it to smile
and tell the camera why it is a slave and what it needed from its
Master. We stopped recording afterwards and I said it was to be raped
again. If it did not show it was enjoying it, then it would be punished as
it is a slave's duty to please its Master. Before the slave was raped
again, the other Master and I had a competition as to who could redden the
slaves arse cheek more. The slave was encouraged to scream as much as it
could. I reminded it that it should not speak unless it was given
permission and I prodded it to remind it of this rule . I also discovered
that prodding a slave as u fuck it adds to a masters enjoyment as its
movements can bring it off .

I gave it a few prompts as the next rape was the other Master's turn; he
was bigger and thicker than me so it must have hurt but it managed to smile
and say thank you. The slave was far more verbal in its thanks for being
used following the verbal prompt.  What also helped was that we had zapped
the slave off camera with a shot each in its cunt and balls in one of
breaks. This obviously acted as a negative reinforcement against what we
didn't want the slave to do. We then plugged the adopted slave up and left
it on the fuck bench after it had been fucked. We thought it would be
useful to do a focussed pain session, i.e. by focussing on its nipples
and/or balls. We left the slave on the bench to think about its future. We
had also booked the cottage for the next month for different members of the
gang. They had also booked some horse riding lessons.

Both Masters were pleased it was raining and slave David has become quite
wet. We tipped the cage on its side and hosed the remaining shit out. We
then loaded the cage into the other Masters car, and they left. I was
pleased about that as this was my cage which I would get back in a
fortnight with a new version of slave David in it.

The slave and I cleaned up the rest of the cottage. Before it left for its
adoptive home, I took it into the bedroom and stripped all of its gear off
it and put them in an ornate box marked slave Albert. I then took from the
box a gold chain which I put round its neck and said it was to wear this
from now on.  It loved the gold chain and said it was beautiful. I locked
it on with a built in lock so it could not be taken off.  Its leather
collar would be put back onto it in a month when it moved in with me.

On my last day with the slave, it brought 2 suitcases with possessions and
clothes which I packed in to my car. Little did the slave know that all of
these would be burned in front of it when it entered my cellar. This
chapter has explored the slave's motivation at length . I would argue that
I basically gave it no choice, but it was clear from its behaviour that it
needed to be enslaved. Looking back on its behaviour I think it knew that
by not informing me of its meet with the couple that it was asking to be
punished. What was also interesting that my interaction paradoxically got
control over it but also made it happier. This is something that is
explored more in Chapter 4.