Date: Wed, 2 Nov 2005 04:48:17 -0800 (PST)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Middle Class Slave Revisited Chapter 11

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

Chapter 11: An emotional reunion.


It was sometime later in the year as Josh studied on
the Internet researching for Political Studies, Mr
Morris's specialty that Josh beckoned me over to his
screen.

He asked me a question about the titles of Judges, in
particular about the title `Associate Justice'. I was
explaining the term Associate and how the normal
Justices of most of the State Supreme Courts and the
Federal Supreme Court were technically called
Associate Justices as opposed to the Chief Justice,
when I noticed a news link to a recent judicial
appointment in New York State.

I clicked on the link in the hope of highlighting the
point to Josh, but when the page opened, I froze.

I instantly recognised the picture attached to the
story. Older looking but no doubt who it was.

I was leaning over Josh's shoulder and he soon noticed
my silence and the lack of any activity from me. My
face was draining white as I read the article before
me.

"Steve what's wrong" Josh asked.

At first I ignored him and just kept reading but when
he shook me I mumbled out, "That's my brother Bill"

"Really Steve? Your brothers a Judge on the New York
Supreme Court?"

Gaining back my senses I replied, "It would appear so
Josh. Of course I lost all contact with my family when
I was enslaved. That was twelve years ago Josh, lots
of water has run under the bridge since then I guess".


"My brother Bill was an up and coming corporate lawyer
in Manhattan when I was enslaved. He referred Dad to
the lawyer who defended me in my court case. That
Lawyer was supposed to be very good, I remember him
saying he had success in over 90% of the cases like
mine. But I was obviously one of the unlucky 10%
because my trial only took about ten minutes in
total".

"After that I was enslaved and never saw my family
ever again. Neither of my brothers was in court that
day I was sentenced. I think they thought I would be
acquitted. I remember how shocked my parents were with
the decision," I told Josh.

We both read the article in full. It told how William
F Wright had been appointed as one of the youngest
Judges in the history of the New York Supreme Court.
It went on to give a review of his background in
corporate law and then more recently as Deputy
Attorney General for the State of New York.

What the story also told was that Justice Wright was
the younger brother of Senator Michael F Wright,
Democrat New York and the second son of Mrs Jaclyn
Wright and Frank L Wright the business entrepreneur
who had emerged from the relative obscurity of the
ranks of senior management after the corporate
scandals surrounding `Amspeed' six years ago to take
the reigns of control and steer `Amspeed' back into
corporate profitability.

"No mention of the third son" Josh joked.

It was a comment that hurt.

Josh wasn't to know how after all these years I still
pined for my family. Josh and I were now intimate
lovers but even in those most loving of embraces I
never talked about my family.

I was never that close to my parents or my brothers
but after I was enslaved I realise very quickly what I
had taken for granted and had now lost forever.

I guess I showed my true feelings because before I
could say anything Josh said, "Steve, Steve I'm so
sorry, that was so insensitive of me, you know I
wouldn't do anything to hurt you Steve".

"Hey come on buddy, be glad that all your family are
all well and so successful" Josh said trying valiantly
to cheer me up and take his foot out of his mouth.

"I know Josh, I know you didn't know how I would react
to seeing my brother in an article like this, it's
alright I'll get over it. It was just a real shock
that's all" I said.

But I didn't really get over it. My mind now went
constantly back to my family and the news I had learnt
about them. When no one was watching I went and
searched on the Internet for information on my father
and my two brothers.

I knew I would get caught out about these searches and
sure enough Mr Morris quizzed me about them.

"Steve get this out of your head real quick" he said
to me, "I should report this to Master but it's the
first time and the last, ok! Do I need to cane you
Steve or will this verbal rebuke suffice Steve? You
better cane me Sir just in case Master finds out that
way your covered. I don't want you covering for my
misbehaviour" I replied.

"Steve, Steve your too good a slave to sulk over what
you can't control. It's a bonus that you know about
your family look at it that way. Drop those shorts and
lets get this over with then," Mr Morris said.

It was my first punishment in a long while. I could
have gotten out of it but my slave feeling told me I
should not put Mr Morris in a difficult position. He
gave me two strokes of the cane. They were hard enough
that Josh noticed the marks in bed that night. It was
embarrassing having to explain my misbehaviour to one
of my own students.

The next week Master noticed my still slightly sullen
demeanour when he came down for his fortnightly visit.
I told him why and how I had been punished for
breaking the rules and researching on the Internet
about my family, who were now prominent citizens of
New York State not just ambiguous middle class
citizens

Master was interested in the news about my family and
sent Josh off to find and print out the relevant
article for him to read.

It was during this visit that Master informed the
whole household that with his company continuing to
expand he had to restructure his visits to the plant.
He needed to spend more time in Napa Valley as his
wine growing ventures were on the boom. He had also
purchased a large food processing plant in Idaho.

All this meant that his visits to our location would
be curtailed. He would now fly in every second Monday
and depart on the Wednesday morning not the Friday.

He made sure he wouldn't miss his game of golf.

That night in bed after sex we talked about my family
and then surprisingly his family. It was a topic that
had rarely come up. I knew Master was married but his
wife never came down south to our plant. Apart from
the Golf Course there was nothing of much interest in
the local community that would warrant her visiting he
had once said. He had also said at the time with a
wink of the eye that it would spoil his fun if she
were around too often.

This time though he talked about his two sons and his
daughter. His oldest son Dean was a bit of a
disappointment. He loved him but he was not mentally
all that bright and had got himself into minor
troubles through his teenage years. He worked for his
father in the New York Office but he was only really
capable of manual type jobs. Master joked that his son
was the best-paid labourer in the company.

His second son Alex was quite academic, had gone on to
college and was now nearing the end of his accountancy
degrees. He would be joining the company and be
groomed to take over from dad some time in the future.

The daughter Nicole was still at college not quite as
academic as Alex, she never the less he felt had what
it took to be a successful businesswoman if she
wished. Master said she was free to join the company
too if she wished.

"Steve I can see why you're despondent, but I think
your wrong. Your family has prospered greatly since
you left them. You see your life as a wasted
opportunity, wrecked by your one indiscretion".

"Regardless of wether the girl encouraged you or you
forced yourself on her as she claims, what you did was
illegal, you know that. You were enslaved, as was the
lawful outcome. You cant change that, no one can"
Master said.

"Don't put your self down Steve. You have made the
`William C Booth Indentured Slave Training Facility'
an outstanding success. For a slave you have achieved
much".

"You saw how both Aaron and Brett felt about you when
they left. You know they have returned to see you when
they are home from College. Both of them treat you
still as an equal not as slave and master They are
both doing well at College and that says a lot about
your achievements." Master concluded.

"I am so lucky to have you as my Master, I will miss
you, two nights in a fortnight is not much," I said.

"Oh come on Steve, miss me? I think not, you have
Josh; I know when I am well beaten. He is your true
love" Master said.

"Yes he is Master but soon I will loose all of Josh
and I am loosing part of our time together too," I
said, despair obvious in my voice.

"Well as I always say to you Steve you're a slave and
slaves should not worry, that's my burden as your
Master ok ... enough talk; let's get back to enjoying
our time together.

Three visits later I was dispatched as usual by Mr
Morris to pick Master up from the airport. This time
as occasionally had happened before; Master was
bringing down with him a party of business associates
to play golf with him. So I was instructed to drive
the mini bus to the airport instead of the car. Josh
was sent with me to assist with the baggage etc.

It was nice driving along to the airport just with
Josh. We talked about his college aspirations, where
and what he wanted to study. I was surprised that he
wanted to go locally to college as Master's
scholarship would surly allow him to go to a bigger
more prestigious college. I admit that the thought of
him living locally also meant that he might decide to
visit occasionally.

For study help of course! What else were you thinking
I meant?

We waited about half an hour before the plane appeared
and landed. After it taxied to a stop I walked out and
stood at the bottom of the walkway taking up the
slaves position.

Master came out first followed by Miss Hailey and Mr
Anderson. A well-dressed lady and a grey haired
gentleman followed them. Two well-dressed middle-aged
men stood at the top of the stairs looking down at the
older couple as they descend the few steps to the
tarmac.

It was Josh who gasped first as he recognised one of
the middle aged men standing at the top of the stairs.
I glanced at Josh then realised the older man was
standing right in front of me smiling profusely.

"Son" was all he said.

"Dad?" I replied.

He grabbed me and hugged me so tight and for so long I
was short of breath.

"Oh Steve my son, my son, I've dreamed of this moment,
but I never thought it would happen"

"Dad ... Mum!! Oh dad!!!! oh mum!!!" tears of joy ran
down my face. I noticed out of the corner of my vision
that both Master and Josh also had tears flowing down
their faces.

When dad had let go of me mum rushed over and kissed
me on the cheek then gently hugged me for a long time,
tears flowing down her cheeks.

Finally the two middle-aged men came down the steps
with broad smiles on their faces and they also hugged
me.

"Little brother, we missed you so much" my eldest
brother Michael said as he hugged me. William just
held me tight and said nothing but I heard him
suppress a sob as he fought to hold his emotions in
check.

I was not capable of driving, luckily I had trained
Josh in all aspects of driving and he willingly drove
us back to the residence.

Mr Morris obviously knew who the guests were. He
greeted them by name and showed them into the formal
living room.

That slave feeling then kicked in and I took up
position next to Mr Morris awaiting instructions. I
felt embarrassed doing this in front of my family but
I knew my place. They were free I was a slave.

Technically I had no family and also I thought to
myself maybe technically they should not be meeting
with me as I was not certain if such a meeting was
against the law.

I could still remember the sentencing Judges comments
all those years ago at my trial.

"The friends and relations of the slave formerly known
as Steve Wright are formally cautioned that it is a
federal offence to attempt to buy the slave for
themselves. Any attempt to prevent the sale of the
slave to a person not previously acquainted with the
former Steve Wright will result in severe penalties ..."

The judge didn't exactly say we couldn't meet, just
that they couldn't own me I thought to myself.

I soon realised that one thing that was for sure was
that with a brother who was a State Supreme Court
Judge there must be no major legal problems in our
meeting.

"Nigel and Steve please serve us morning tea then you
both shall join us as I am sure there are lots of
questions that Steve's family want to ask and probably
you have a few too to ask Steve" Master instructed.

It was a most wonderful Monday. Master allowed me to
talk all day with my family though he and Mr Morris
excused themselves after a while leaving us alone
except at lunch and afternoon teatime.

I caught up on all the family gossip. I was an Uncle.
Mike had two children a boy aged eleven named after
me, Steven Frank Wright and a daughter Alana.

Bill had three kids two daughters aged ten and eight
named Lucy and Sarah and a seven year old son named,
yes you guessed it Steven Frank William Wright.

I was touched how both my brothers who I never was
really close too had remembered me by naming their
sons after me. Bill joked that if they hadn't, dad
would have expelled them from the family.

I found out that through all thirteen years of my
enslavement dad had tried to trace my whereabouts but
to no success. The system was deliberately set up so
no records were kept. If Master had not contacted my
brother William and then through him my father they
never would have tracked me down.

I was reluctant to tell them too much about my life as
a slave. It was not exciting like theirs. I did talk a
lot about the `William C Booth Indentured Slave
Training Facility' but brushed over other aspects of
my life.

Both my brothers and my father soon picked up I was
not telling all. They kept asking questions and I felt
more and more uncomfortable in answering, especially
with my mother sitting there listening.

Eventually mum piped up and said, "Son nothing in your
treatment as a slave will shock me, you know your
father and I have long been active in our opposition
to slavery, we know exactly how slaves are treated. I
only have to look at you and all those hideous tattoos
that I can see on your arms and legs and that probably
cover lots of other parts of your body that I can't
see and I have a good idea that you have been through
hell. Now tell us everything son, hold nothing back".

"Yes mum" I said feeling like a child again"

So I told them everything even about my whipping by
the county whip master on the orders of Master. They
were quite incredulous that Master could be so callous
when he had been so nice and caring in making contact
with them about my existence.

I ended up explaining Master's philosophy on slavery.
I had heard it many times. I told how he did not
approve of it but how he relied upon it to survive in
business, how as long as it was the law he would use
it and ensure that his slaves were capable of
surviving in a harsh world. I explained how having
ensured that all his slaves had that `slave feeling'
he then treated then with respect and dignity most of
the time.

They of course asked me what I meant by `most of the
time' so I told them about a slave's life, how it was
either work or sex. How Masters used slaves for sexual
relief, I told them that Mr Booth was no different to
other owners in this regard, even though he was much
kinder to his slaves.

I told them how male slaves were separated almost
totally from female slaves and that at night locked in
the slave quarters you could only have sexual relief
with other male slaves or alone by yourself.

I paused here and looked at dad, at mum and my two
brothers.

I expected to see them all blushing profusely at my
comments, but my parents showed no signs of an
emotional reaction one way or the other at this hint
about my sexuality and my two brothers had broad
smiles on their faces but didn't seem shocked.

I continued deciding to get everything out in the
open, "You met Josh on the drive here. He and I have
been sexual partners for quite a few years and yes
before you say anything he is still only seventeen. I
never made a move ever to force my affections on him.
If you ask him he will freely admit that he bought on
every phase of our relationship".

"Welcome to the club brother" My brother Mike said
with a huge smile. "It took you long enough".

My jaw must have dropped because all my family broke
out laughing.

Dad finally said, "You honestly didn't know your
brothers were bi sexual Steve?"

"No dad, I never, gee guys why didn't you include me
in this".

They laughed again then Mike said, "You were too young
and well we thought we might be corrupting you. Mum
and dad would not have been impressed if we had
involved you when you were an impressionable young
teenager and well when you were older we had moved out
to college and work and it never became an issue. In
hindsight I wish we had, it might have saved you from
a lifetime enslaved".

That sombre thought kept us quite thinking for a while
before mum to my surprise commented, "Well what's done
is done, and we can't change the past. I am just
thankful that I am now able to meet up with you and
have the opportunity to say I am sorry too".

"Sorry mum? What do you have to be sorry about?" I
asked.

"I didn't learn the lesson I should have from your
older brothers. They came `out' when they were
eighteen and told your dad and I they were bisexual.
They even told us that having safe sex with another
guy, even if it's your brother, meant that their
sexual longings were satisfied and that they were much
less likely to get into trouble with a girl. They were
not as sexually frustrated anymore".

"They told dad and I this and I put my head in the
sand and didn't want to hear or know about it" Mum
said.

"Since you were enslaved Steve, I have blamed myself
for that sexual longing that got you enslaved. The way
the laws are written these days, guys and girls should
be encouraged to enjoy the bodies of people of their
own sex up until the time they marry, then there would
be much less chance of young men in particular getting
girls pregnant and having their lives ruined for life,
like yours was.

"Mum, dad no you can't blame yourself, I have to live
with my actions, I pay for it every day. That is
enough suffering and burden, don't add to it please".

"That's what family are for son, yes you suffer every
day for your actions but now you know that your
father, your brothers and I all in our own ways take
some responsibility for what you have ended up. You
are not alone no matter how lonely and deserted you
may feel. I am sure Mr booth will let us see you
again, but even if that was not to be the case, know
Steve that in our own ways we all love you and will
till our dieing breaths" mum concluded.

Mum got out of her seat and came over and hugged me
again.

I couldn't help feeling how much mum had changed from
the mum I knew before my enslavement. This was not the
same mother who had looked on me with shame, when all
those years ago I was lead naked out of the courtroom
and into slavery. This was a mum now confident in her
own strengths and very aware of her failings. A woman
who would now speak out if she felt there was a wrong
to be righted. The middle class housewife had gone
completely.

"Hindsight is a wonderful thing" I said "but hey guys
I don't blame any of you one iota for my slavery, only
myself. I need you to know this" I said.

Then to change the topic of conversation I suggested I
escort then upstairs to their rooms so they could
freshen up for dinner.


End Chapter 11 (Part 20 Continuance of Original)