Date: Mon, 29 Jun 2020 16:01:12 +0000
From: Tartarus701 <Tartarus701@protonmail.com>
Subject: Adopted slave Chapter 4

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Slave Albert
Chapter 4

Last month of freedom

We established a pattern of online contact and contact by WhatsApp on
alternative days. This was a pattern I established without consulting the
slave. I have the slave create a timeline of its relationship with its
adoptive parents from their first meeting to now as a task to complete
within a first week. I was interested in the relationship it has with its
adoptive mother and the adoptive father. This gave me lots of information
which I used to reframe how I would do things once it moved to London, by
converting its current negative experiences into future positive ones. An
example of the new plan, which I wanted the slave to experience, is how it
would move from limited social contact with its family to lots of quality
contact with me.

I confirmed that I would be its family now though we also chat about the
slave contacting its birth brother, which I said was an upside it can look
forward to when it got to London. I said I had some contacts who could
trace him and the slave supplied me with all of the details it knew. It was
completing the slave journal and sending me photos of this as agreed. Our
life together as Master and slave was falling into a solid routine which
was consistent and predictable and is perfect for a slave.

It's interesting to think about what the role of structure for the slave as
the slave Albert had a structure which was damaging to it as it came from a
negative place . My goal for the slave was to be in absolute charge but
equally give it what its need which its adoptive parents did not. From the
outside it would look like the relationship with my slave was abusive but
in the longer term it gave it what it so needed. Out of my control would be
a safe space for the slave to grow and explore . Yes, there were times when
it knew I was manipulating it . But equally this compared far more
positively than what it had received from its adoptive parents. This would
be an area we would explore as the story progresses.

In chatting to the slave, I realised for the first time that turning it
into a drone may be counterproductive as it had lots to offer moving
forward. The slave's physical appearance was slim but not muscular and I
found it attractive. As explored in chapter 3, I had taken its measurements
and encouraged it to go running and do daily exercise as I want it to get
more muscle before it spends time in the cellar. As it would become a chav
slave, I decided that I would give it mixed messages, i.e. do more exercise
while also encouraging smoking and drinking. By the end of its first month
in the cellar, I wanted it to be addicted to smoking and cheap vodka. I
would be regularly increasing its addiction and then detoxing it, so I can
have more control over it in the end. I would then hand out cigarettes when
I wanted to all ways of reinforcing my control over it .

After 4 days, I showed it a printout of where it had been and got it to do
a map of contacts. It took me through all the people it had seen. I told
the slave to start reducing contact with the three friends it had so that
it could focus more on me. It was to do this in a non-direct way, such as
by not returning calls, rather than making a direct, confrontational issue
out of it. I wanted it to disappear gradually and not in a way which would
draw attention to it. Weekly, I also reviewed where it had been the
previous week. We spent a lot of time discussing what happiness was and how
the Master's job was to make a slave happy through serving. Ironically, I
would of course ensure that the slave believed that it needed me as its
Master to be happy. The slave said it could not imagine not having me as
it's Master now which was an interesting comment. Psychologically there was
no what could be called inter psychic conflict . The slave was clear about
the path it had taken ( or the path that had been chosen for it ).

The slave acknowledged that it wanted to achieve something in its life and
its only option to make a positive impact was through having a Master. The
slave had realised that it needed to embrace pain and humiliation to enjoy
serving. It asked could we do more of this once it was in training in
London. It was very clear about its role and I identified its high-level
purpose as making a Master's life better. I agreed it could do this and
have a normal but controlled life. The slave in our conversation explored
how it felt and the times it hated and loved me . It said something
fascinating which was " even when u hurt me or abuse me or humiliate me I
know I was meant to be your slave forever ". Now who could argue with that.

Once a week it was also sent to the gang's rented cottage. On arrival, it
was told to strip then collared, given a drink containing powdered Viagra
then put in a cage. It was then ignored and given the odd prod. It could
watch videos of its commitment ceremony and then had to do a written
reflection the next day each time it watched it. After each visit, it is
let out of the cage and it played with the guys present in a non-fetish
way, so it received lots of positive touch. It was massaged in each
session. It was not allowed to speak -- even an "Oh fuck" when it achieved
orgasm got it a prodding. This was the only sexual release it was allowed
and it no longer touched its cock unless it needed to wash it.

The camera and video were always set up and took photos and video as
needed. The slave would be introduced to the slut wall, which showed images
of its journey, when it entered its Master's cellar. These photos and
videos would be part of the slave's life once it was incarcerated in the
cellar and of course more will be added to the wall over time.

On its last weekly visit before moving to London, I was there to greet it
as a surprise and it only saw me that evening. I told it to strip and
collared it. I then used it for a functional fuck and when chatting later
told it how great it looked with longer hair and facial hair. What it did
not know then was that it would have all of this removed as part of its
training on day 1 of it moving into my cellar. We explored the training and
it said it had worked out that it was being trained not to speak when in
training. This was a perceptive comment and I explained that I wanted it to
say as little as possible when in the fetish situation and even then only
with permission.

 I brought out the slut wall on my lap top and projected it onto the
wall. We sat and explored all of the images and videos and we talked about
its life and how it wanted to change. It looked very sad at one point and
as I hugged it shrieked and started to shake. He made no sense but
eventually it said `he raped me'. I did not probe I just hugged and he said
that the adopted dad had raped him on the day the adoption went through
. His adoptive mother knew as well. I did not say anything but a plan
started to formulate which will be explored in later chapters .

As we cuddled, I also reminded it how much I loved it and how I needed the
slave in my life. Its relationship with its adoptive parents was now barely
surviving and I could understand better why this was now . They had told it
that it could stay there until it went to university but they wanted no
contact with it after that. So much for their Christian duty. We both knew
we had an intense period of training in front of us as I told the slave my
plans for the month before it started preparing for University. I also took
some couple photos of us which I said I wanted to put up in the house
without the slave's knowledge.

I gave it two letters, one of which it was told to open immediately. This
contained first class tickets for us both to visit Euro Disney. I let it
look at them and all of the attached vouchers. Whilst I might enjoy Euro
Disney, it would probably appreciate a visit to the notorious Paris slave
farm more. I kept the tickets on safety grounds. It was delighted with the
planned trip as this was the first time that it had been abroad. It was
also told to open the other letter at the start of its train journey to
London.

On its last morning at the house a gang member pretended to be a taxi
driver and took it to its local train station at a pre-arranged time. Its
adoptive parents were not there to say good bye.

This is what was written inside the second letter:

Letter from its Master

`Dear slave,

We have been on a positive journey for the last two months and I can't wait
to start your training and explore with you your deeper need for
submission. I know we love each other, and I think we have a great basis
for your training. Your old life has finished and by the time you read
this, selective photos and videos will be with your adoptive
parents. Similar things have been sent to your friends . Shortly one of my
friends will be with you on the train to collect your mobile phone. You
will give him the phone and charger and all the relevant passcodes and
passwords. I have made it clear that I own you and I want to emphasise this
from the beginning.

If you serve to the best of your ability you will have a great and
luxurious life; if you piss me off you will spend every day locked in a
cell being hurt and humiliated. When you have demonstrated your trust and
need to serve I will provide you with new communication gear such as a
phone and computer, the use of which I will closely monitor.'

At this point, one of the men that the slave had previously played with
came up to the slave and it handed over its phone and passwords as
requested. For the rest of its journey, the man was texting and messaging
the slave's old friends to cut off contact by sharing the softer photos of
its training, talking about its new life and emphasising how consensual the
situation was. The messages also said if any of the slave's old friends
wanted to be part of its training to get in touch in the next three
hours. One of its friends did express an interest and he appears in a later
instalment of the story. The phone was handed in at a lost property having
all of its data deleted and the sim card removed.

The letter continues: `When I pick you up at the train station, you need to
be reminded that you need permission for everything, getting in to the car,
going to the toilet when at restaurant, etc. You certainly need permission
to enter my house.

In conclusion, we will have a great life together and I can't wait to pick
you up at the train station.'

MASTER

At Swindon, the guy that the slave knew told him they were getting off at
Reading and to make sure that it had everything with it. He told him that
his Master had decided to pick him up there.

I met the slave at Reading as it was escorted to me by the gang member. I
drove off and checked in with the slave and knew that all was OK. I parked
in a lay by after 20 minutes and gave the slave a plastic sealed beaker. I
said there was a sedative in it, and I wanted the slave to drink it and
then get into the boot. It was to take all of its clothes off and hand them
to me. It did this and the boot was closed. I then ripped all of the
clothes and cut the trainers and all of its possessions from its bag and
opened the boot and threw them in. I told it that its life has changed now,
it has nothing and it was a slave. I controlled all aspects of its
life. The boot was closed again, and I drove onward to my house.