Date: Thu, 16 Jul 2020 14:09:33 +0000
From: Tartarus701 <Tartarus701@protonmail.com>
Subject: adopted slave Chapter 7

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Chapter 7 Gran Canaria

I had booked 14 days in Gran Canaria; I did not tell slave Albert that we
were going until the evening before our departure. It only thought it would
be a way for a week. The night before we departed, I took it around the
house and told it of the new rules in place. It would be re-integrated back
into society and go to University. However, there were non-negotiable rules
as it would always be a slave. Our trip away would be a chance for it to
show it understood the rules and that it was not fighting them in any
way. I was clear that any control was completely on my own terms, as long
as I respected Albert's limits.

In terms of its future it would:

1 When in the house be nude and collared as soon as it entered the front
door

2 Maintain its body as slim and muscular -- any gains in weight would be
punished

3 Keep a daily diary, so I knew its thoughts, actions and behaviours

4 Be tracked and in contact at all times, its phone would never be turned
off and it would respond to messages as soon as it could

5 Be encouraged to develop hobbies and interests, which would be chosen by
its Master

6 Orgasms would absolutely be at Master's control

7 Over time I would expect it to show its submission deepening

8 If unhappy with the arrangements, it could leave at any time but once it
got out of these arrangements it could have no further contact with its
Master

All of these were added to the current contract as an addendum and it was
re-signed by us both. Before it was signed, I explained that over the next
week it would act as body slave, i.e. carry bags when we were on
holiday. In public, we would appear as a couple, but it would still be
under my control. In private, it would normally be nude and collared. In
public it would also learn to listen for my preferences if we were amongst
other company. Any expression of a preference would be taken as a direct
order. When at home it would normally sleep in the cellar and be brought
out when I wanted its holes. Every day would have a structure and the use
of all of its time would be decided by me. We then discussed the schedule
of the holiday.

The first 7 days were to be spent in a Gay resort and it would not know
that a additional holiday was planned for a second week .  As part of the
preparation, I had put an advert for the slave on the website of the
resort. It only had 15 cabins but had a dress code of nude /jockstrap and
boots. I offered its services to guests in all other cabins for one hour,
free of charge, and then chargeable at 25 euros per additional hour. It was
only available for oral and anal sex and not other fetishes as these were
the skills which I wanted it to improve on over the next week. I also
wanted it to pay for the holiday and be used as much as possible so it
needed to work for 40 hours on top of the 15 free hours for the other
guests. Over the holiday, if I let it cum, it would only be as a result of
it being fucked. I pointed out that it would be in chastity for the
holiday. I made sure that we had lots of time to ourselves to explore the
Yumbo centre and the gay beaches. What it did not know was that the second
week would be spent in Macon, a really pretty village where I had booked a
five-star hotel where it could recover from its week of being used and
abused.

We got to the airport and checked in; normally, it would be booked into
economy and I into first class but as it had not flown before we both
checked into first class. I got it a protein shake at the airport and told
it not to eat or drink anything apart from water when on the plane. I of
course ate and drank throughout the plane journey .It had a plastic
chastity device on and as always, a plug. These were not picked up by
security and its uniform would be completed when it had its collar and
cuffs on at the resort. Once we got out of the airport on the other side, I
got its leather collar out of the luggage and put it on in front of other
people in the airport. We then got on a taxi to reach the resort.

When we arrived at the resort, the slave unpacked and I locked its metal
collar on from my bag, replacing the leather one, and then I douched it and
added a little lube. I told it not to speak and I had not pre-warned it
that it is about to be used. I told it to crawl and I attached a dog lead
and took it over to the manager. It was locked into the sling inside the
entrance and was used for fucking only, always with condoms, for the next 7
hours. The manager had already reminded the guests of the slave's service
as I had messaged them beforehand and there was a queue waiting in the
reception.  I told everyone that they could fuck the slave however they
wanted. The only rule was that they had to use condoms and they could also
take photos and videos as much as they wanted. I also set up a fixed video
camera for the session. Every time it was fucked, I added a score on its
chest. It was fucked 15 times in that session. At the beginning of the
session I told it that it could cum but only through being fucked and this
rule applied throughout the holiday.

One of the young guys asked if he had to use lube, which I replied no and
that it was up to the top. He had a lovely nine-inch cock that was really
thick. I encouraged him to be as rough as he could be. It was good to
remind the men present that rape was within the slaves limits . The slave
obviously did not talk but it made a lot of sounds. As a break time
activity, I went to get a prodder that was thoughtfully placed in the room
and gave it a real prodding as I was not happy with its lack of focus on
the men who used it. It was not responding in a positive way to being used
by these men. I encouraged the more obese men to come back for a second
time so they could enjoy themselves as much as possible in order to
humiliate the slave further.

The manager had a brilliant idea, and everyone got a feedback form on the
slave's performance. The slave did not do very well, receiving 2 out of 7
as its average score. I was not impressed and asked the gentlemen present
for ideas as to how it should be punished. The favourite punishment was a
tongue piercing which it received 2 days later at a local piercing parlour.

After the session, we got back to our room and the slave and I shared a
shower. I explained that I was pleased with its performance but in future
it should learn to make no noise at all as it was being used. Sounds which
indicated please and focus on the top were allowed but any negative sounds
showing lack of enjoyment would be punished . I explained that the Manager
had told the guests to give low scores so that it could be punished. It
could expect low ratings after each session but the only person who counted
in terms of feedback was its Master.

That evening we had a great night in the Yumbo centre. It wore its collar
with pride, and I bought it cigarettes for the holiday along with some chav
gear. The slave could no longer doubt whether its fate was the university
or the cage. However, the slave knew this could change at any time. I told
it I was keeping track of its daily performance rating and this could
affect its fate of going to university or back into the cage, so it had to
do its best at all times. We went to a lap dancing club and when speaking
to the manager I offered my slave for use every evening for an hour . The
offer was taken up with all of its tips being used to pay for my drinks or
shared with the other dancers.

Tomorrow, it would be a suck slave around the pool. I was impressed with
the manager as he had put a slave activity sheet in the reception, so
people knew when and what activities the slave was available for. Another
day it was used for oil wrestling with of course the winner fucking the
slave. It could also be used for bag carrying when the guests were shopping
. I used it with a posture collar when it was out in public.

In the Yumbo centre it would see straight couples, many of whom were older,
and I noticed that it was not comfortable in holding my hands as a couple
whenever it was away from a gay audience. We popped back to the resort to
change and I saw a few couples hanging around the pool. I sent the slave to
get a cane and some cuffs from my cabin. I had booked the fetish room by
the pool, and the room had a good supply of gear.  I bent slave Albert over
and locked it into a sun lounger and I once again appreciated how well
prepared the resort was. I explained to the men that I was punishing it for
pulling away from me in public and was giving it six of the best.

This was the first time I had done that since it was branded. I knew its
brand would be distorted over time but there was lots of spare skin for
more marks to be added. After punishment I fucked it and then offered its
arse for use. Four of the seven men there fucked it, all with condoms on. I
encouraged them to take photos and videos of it being used as usual. I made
sure my face was out of the camera range. We went back to the flat and
showered, where we played together and the slave swallowed my piss. Its
outfit for the evening was its collar and wrist cuffs and a black leather
harness. It had some black shiny trousers and black trainers with some CK
underwear. Before we left I poured all of the use condoms all over its face
making sure it had dried before we left for the evening . We spent most of
the evening in a fetish bar where slave Albert chatted with other slaves.

I was offered 50 euros by a chub skin for my slave to worship his nipples
and then suck him off; we all watched, and I could tell the slave was not
enjoying it. I chatted to the guy afterwards and he agreed an additional 3
hours session tomorrow for 200 euros. He wanted a particular fantasy done
and I said this would be no problem. As practice, he got the slave to
worship his nipple as I and other Doms took turns in fucking the slave. I
got on with the other Dom and agreed it could use my slave every evening
for some humiliation. He wanted to put the slave in some feminine clothes
and to drag it around the Yumbo centre. I invited the Dom to the centre the
next day and when it was not acting as suck slave, I ordered it to serve
the Dom.

It was made to share its conversations via a reflection writing when it got
up the next day. It also had to reflect on my use of it in public. The
slave in its reflections explored how much it was enjoying its submission
and needed to serve .

The next day, the Dom took the slave shopping round the Yumbo centre when
it was not acting as a suck slave around the pool. They went round the
Yumbo centre looking for clothes the slave could wear. The slave told me
later it was made to model the clothes and it got a lot of attention from
people in the shops. It was clear that it struggled with public humiliation
and this was something which I made sure was a regular activity moving
forward in its life.

Within the Yumbo centre after dark, there are areas with lots of light and
areas in near total darkness. It was important that the slave was on show
in the areas where there was lots of light so it could be adequately
humiliated. The slave did not enjoy this experience but it was fun to watch
the slave being led around the centre by its lead.

When out and about I offered its services to the local police force and I
agreed it could act as a servant for a meal in a private house. In the end
I decided not to use it as a servant but it was taken to a local cruising
ground and everyone used it . One of the police men was impressed that the
slave was so accepting of its role . It was clear that its new purpose was
imprinted on its brain and the new ability only to come from being fucked
had deepened its submission .

As the week went on, we did lots of slave training in the complex and
humiliation in the Yumbo centre. At the same time, we spent a lot of
quality time together and the slave was fucked for the next three days in
the sling for a few hours each day. There were two other Master-slave
couples there, one of whom we got on with just fine and another Master who
I despised. The slave of that couple was a delight, but his Master was a
moron. I encouraged my slave to chat and explore how the other slave was
doing as something told me all was not OK. After they had both been sent to
the shops, my slave came home very distressed and asked me to lend it
£1000. Basically, the other slave was for sale and his Master had
found it an Arab brute who wanted it castrated. I went over to see that
Master and an hour later and £5000 poorer I now owned that slave.

I did not trust the Master and so I put the other slave on a plane to the
UK that day. Its photograph and details were sent to a gang member who
picked up the slave at the airport. It had its chip erased at the airport
because I did not want a trail. One of the gang members looked after the
slave and I would start its training on our return. Slave Albert seemed
pleased to have a slightly older slave brother.

We spent lots of time on the gay beach. It was a real pain taking the
collar on and off but if not, the slave would have burnt its neck so it
wore the collar when at the resort and then it was unlocked and left on
site for others to see at the gay beach the next day. We both worked on
getting an all over tan. Its brand got a lot of attention and a lot of guys
wanted to chat to it. It was not allowed out of my range of sight but it
started to show affection in public which it struggled with. No doubt the
"all gays go to hell" story had rooted deep inside its conscious.

Again, I made sure there was a ritual of routine during the holiday;
getting up, the slave made breakfast and did other chores, so the slave had
to have a total dependency on me for structure. At the start of the
holiday, I had given it 25 Euros, and each day had topped this up depending
on the slave's performance. If it behaved positively, it got 3 euros and if
it displeased me, it lost 3 Euros. Its current score was 13 Euros and it
knew it had to be at least at 25 on its return home. By now I was really
happy with the routines, as the slave showed no initiative in thinking and
acted immediately to any orders. Certain subroutines were programmed into
it, for example, how to respond in the shower, but I do not think about
that as thinking and just following a simple order.

One evening I organised a fisting party, where the slave along with two
other bottoms was used all evening. This was a new level of exposure for
the slave and one it did well in responding to. It knew that any negative
response would be severely punished. I enjoyed watching it being fisted and
shown to a few newbies the correct way to fist it. This was humiliating for
the slave but again it was far more responsive than it had been at the
beginning of the holiday and I knew its submission and dependence on me had
increased. I added up all of its hours of paid for service and it had
worked for just over 60 hours so it had earned its holiday. It had 28 Euros
in its account .The slave packed up for us both at the end of the seven
days and thought the holiday was over. We then arrived at Macon for the
second part of the holiday.