Date: Wed, 28 Sep 2005 22:03:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: A middle Class Slave Revisited Chapter 4

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

Chapter 4: Cruel to be kind.

After eating my share of the strawberries, grapes and
a banana, I was very contented. Master had me place
the trays on the side tables then hop back into bed
with him. The flavours of the fruit lingered in my
mouth, but those same flavours also helped to depress
me slightly. I guess it showed because Master now
asked, "Now what's wrong Steve?"

"I'm sorry Master it's not that I am unappreciative,
just the opposite. It is just that the joys of eating
this fruit highlights what I have lost in my life by
one foolish act Master".

"Can you cope with these reminders Steve or should I
go back to treating you like any other slave?" Master
asked.

"Master you can't imagine how much these special
things mean to me. Please I will serve you to my
fullest ability Master just as you expect and if you
grant me special treats Master I shall ever be in your
debt" I almost begged".

`Master smiled momentarily then his face turned
serious. Then he said, "That is why I offer these
treats Steve, however the fact that they still remind
you of a life that is no longer possible is a real
worry to me Steve".

His next comments sent fear racing through my vanes,
"I believe every slave needs a good flogging from his
new Master, mainly so they will not take advantage of
my generosity and compassion but in your case a
flogging will also help you put those thoughts of your
previous life out of your mind forever. It will help
you get what the textbooks on slave training call that
`slave feeling'. I need to ensure that you are
stripped of any illusion that your position of
intimacy with me will keep you safe from the whip no
matter what you do or what your attitude is".

I gasped and obviously had a look of total shock and
terror on my face.

"It sounds to me like you are ready and willingly to
serve me
Steve, you just need one lifetime memory reminder of
who is the Master and who is the slave" Master said.

"Master please what did I do. Please tell me Master,
please, I won't do it again," I begged with fear in
every syllable.

"Oh you have done nothing to displease me Steve, on
the contrary tonight has gone better than I expected.
No it's just that as a slave owner the whip is the
great divider between slave and freeman. I have no
time for Masters who refuse to use it, anymore than I
have with those who use it too frequently. I am always
being told my holistic approach will not work with
slaves. That all the guidebooks tell that close
supervision, strict adherence to the rules, and rapid
punishments are the best tools, especially for male
slaves.

I have learnt Steve that there is more to being a
master than willpower and the exercise of absolute
authority. There is the obligation to built loyalty,
hard work and devotion in my slaves. First you need to
realise that I am Master and that I will punish you if
you err without a thought for your pain or suffering.
Second you will realise that total devotion, loyalty
and hard work as a slave is rewarded in my household.
It is a hard lesson and one I must constantly urge
myself on too perform, but perform my duty as a good
Master I shall.

I was aghast; Master Booth had seemed so nice, so
compassionate. I was furious at him and his arrogant
attitude towards punishing me. All my years of slave
training came to nothing as I delivered a tirade of
abuse at him.

"Fuck you, fuck you FUCK YOU !!!!" I yelled.

"You call yourself a compassionate Master, your worse
than all those other Masters, at least with them you
know where you stand. I have done nothing wrong, I was
willing to serve you my hardest, your kindness was
forcing me to do whatever you desired, and for this
you want to flog me. Go ahead then, flog me. Fuck I
don't care what you do, because it is now obvious that
you care fuck all about me". I continued to yell.

"How dare you, how dare you speak to your Master like
that, you insolent unappreciative excuse for a slave,
you deserve a flogging and a good one at that" Master
yelled.

"What's wrong, can't take the truth when it's thrown
in your face? You made the rules for the bedroom
Master. You were so right, absolute power corrupts
absolutely," I stated with disgust.

Master took a deep breath trying to keep his own
temper in check and then very slowly and with great
control said, "Yes .... I .... made .... the .... rules .... for
.... the .... bedroom .... Steve, but most slaves know when
to stop, you're not a proper slave, you think you are,
but you have never totally lost your freeman ways".

"It is my role as your Master to see that you do loose
those last vestiges of your previous life. You can't
cling on to them anymore Steve. You are a slave; you
have to learn what it is to be a slave because you
will be a slave till you die" Master continued.

"I do not have absolute power over you. I cannot free
you. So I owe it to you as your Master to remove the
last of this resentment to your slave status that you
have just shown" Master said still trying to suppress
his anger at me.

"Contrary to the common belief that a slave's training
is all about instilling instant obedience and
terrorizing him with pain and crushing his spirit, I
actually encourage a slave to reveal his true self as
you just did, so that I can gauge what he has to
offer. I do not usually punish outbursts of anger and
resentment so long as they are not directed personally
at me. Your outburst however was directed personally
at me, it is the uppity and the sulky natured slaves
like you just revealed yourself to be, that find
themselves tied to the rack and flogged Steve" Master
said.

Fear at what master had in his mind gripped me totally
and I begged, "Master no please, I don't want to be
flogged. I know I was out of line to talk to my Master
like that, but please Master you encouraged me to
talk, now I am to be punished because of that".

"Steve you still don't get it do you. I like you
Steve; and I especially love your body. But Steve
you're a slave, always will be. I am prepared to treat
you better than most Masters, but you therefore have
to learn just what you truly are. What would happen to
all my personal slaves if I died next month or was
enslaved? I tell you what Steve, they would be sold.
Now they are all that well trained and have that
`slave feeling' that I know they would survive".

"All my personal slaves have been flogged when they
first arrived. You think you are badly done by Steve,
let me tell you Nigel came from owning his own slaves,
training and punishing them to being on the receiving
end of similar training and punishment, all within a
week. You Steve unlike him have served in a coffle,
you are almost there, and you know the drudgery of
that existence. I can offer you more, lots more. Much
more also than your life at Piney Hills would have
been, but I owe it to you Steve to ensure that if
anything happened to me that you would survive as a
slave".

"If I give you the little extras that all intelligent
slaves like then I need to know that you are under no
illusions about what you really are even though I may
treat you differently. That's why I have to flog you
Steve. I am sorry, all the others hated it too, but I
will let you talk to then first before I have you
flogged. You will see that they now appreciate what
that flogging did for them. They all now have that
`slave feeling'".

I cried, I was ashamed, but I cried. Me a grown man in
his early thirties reduced to a bawling child. I was
scared, shit scared. Master was determined to have me
flogged; he believed it was in my own best interest.
My anger and resentment turned to cold hard fear. I
had seen what happened to slaves who were flogged.

I begged piteously for Masters mercy and buried my
head into his chest and cried my eyes out. I was so
fearful.

Master stroked my back and gently whispered to me now
that all his anger had subsided, "See Steve, you are
beginning to totally accept that you are a slave, a
nothing, a piece of property, an owned object to be
used, or misused. I wont do that to you Steve after
this flogging unless you do wrong. But Steve you have
to face the reality that I wont always be around. You
need this flogging Steve to build that `slave feeling'
within you, so that it is there if you ever need it.
Deep down you know this and I know this too Steve".

I lay there sobbing away in my misery for an awful
long time. Master did not attempt to hurry me up or to
use me for any type of sexual pleasure. He acted more
like a loving father caressing me and showing his love
for me even though he was the one ordering my
punishment. Within the hour my hatred for him was lost
totally and instead a new even deeper longing and need
to love and serve Master flowed over me. I had never
felt that I could face my fears so stoically but I
was.

I didn't sleep well that night. My mind was still in
turmoil even though I was now totally accepting of my
Masters wish. The warmth of his sweet smelling body
against mine was very comforting even though I lay
there long after Master had drifted off to sleep.

In the morning I awake alone in Masters bed. Master
was dressed and sitting at his desk using a computer.
I was intrigued at this sight. It had been ten years I
guess since I had access to a computer and the
Internet. I had forgotten I realised how to use a
computer. I knew from signs at the Golf Course that my
ability to read had slowed down too. As a slave you
just didn't get the chance to practise those skills
that had been drummed into you at school and college.

I sat up in bed after a while so as to get Masters
attention without disturbing him.

"Good morning Steve, sleep well?" Master said.

"Yes thank you Master" I lied.

"Your not a good liar Steve, you tossed and turned all
night. I am sorry I spoilt your sleep, but I needed to
get the worst part of my ownership of you out in the
open for you as soon as possible" Master said.

I will be going down stairs soon for breakfast you
shall accompany me. I have breakfast every morning
whilst I am here with my personal staff. You're to be
part of that staff so you get to join us. I will
arrange for you to talk to Nigel about that `Slave
Feeling' and I hope this helps you. As you now know
Nigel, who by the way out of respect for his position
as the senior house slave you will call Mr Morris, is
a very clever and articulate slave, I am sure talking
over your fears and concerns with him will help you".

Master rang Nigel on the phone and ordered some
clothes for me. When Bentley bought them up I was
surprised at the style and quality of the clothing. A
black polo shirt with `Premium Foods' logo in gold on
the left breast, khaki chino shorts also with the
logo, olive cotton briefs, white sports socks with the
logo, and joggers.

I was overwhelmed. This was the dress of freemen not
slaves. I hesitated when Bentley handed them to me.

"Master will look after you Steve if you serve him
faithfully and well. We all get to wear normal type
clothes here in the residence. There is no mistake
Steve these are for you. I hope Mr Morris guessed your
sizes right. Try them on quickly please Steve in case
I have to change anything" Bentley continued.

Master sat at his desk and smiled as I tried on my new
clothes like a kid with new presents from Christmas or
a Birthday.

Mr Morris guessed well as the clothes fitted
perfectly. I felt so strange being dressed like a
freeman again. I had not worn a shirt, underwear, sock
or shoes since I was stripped naked at my sentencing
all those years ago.

When I followed Master down stairs for breakfast I
assisted Bentley in carrying the trays from last
nights dinner down to the kitchen.

Breakfast was also a Master Booth specialty. At the
large dining room table places were set for the whole
residential staff. Master sat in the middle of the
table on the right hand side as you entered the room,
so that he faced looking out over the garden. Mr Nigel
Morris the butler and senior slave sat directly
opposite him. All the remaining slaves sat on the same
side of the table as Mr Morris on either side of him.
I was introduced formally by Master to the assistant
butler Bentley, a junior houseboy slave aged no more
than thirteen named Brett, the cook Margaret and
assistant cook Anna, the three housemaids Sarah, Jane
and Todd, the gardener Bruce and his assistant Alana
and then me.

Sitting on either side of Master Booth were three
house guards Mr Chapman, Mr Miles and Mr Reynolds that
were on morning shift, Masters private secretary Miss
Hailey and personal assistant Mr Anderson.

I felt totally embarrassed sitting there eating with
my fellow slaves and these freemen. I had forgotten
how to use a knife and fork properly. I actually had
to wait and watch what others did and then try to copy
their actions. It soon came back to me but initially
it was very embarrassing.

One of the guards Mr Miles noticed my embarrassment
and said across the table to me, "Don't worry boy,
just do your best, we all understand that it is
difficult when you have been a slave deprived of these
luxuries for a long time. How long have you been a
slave?" he asked

All eyes focused on me and I am sure I blushed, as I
was want to do. I answered his question but then
Master suggested I tell the table my life story, so
between eating my fruit and gold label slave chow I
retold my life as a middle class child and teenager,
through to my college life and fall into slavery as a
result of my one and only sexual activity up till
then. I told them about my life at Green Bay Farms and
then at the Piney Hills Golf Course.

Mr Morris thanked me for telling them all about me and
Master finished off by nonchantly informing all at the
table that I was to be flogged this afternoon as was
usual for a new personal slave.

I almost expected congratulations at this news being
announced, but no, the guard Mr Miles who spoke to me
earlier just commented that with my background as a
slave for so long he was sure I would pull through and
Mr Morris and Bruce the Gardiner both said that all
the slaves would be there to support me. It was as if
they saw my flogging as some sort of a right of
passage.

I felt foolish to say so but I thanked them for their
words of support. I mean I was shit scared on the
inside yet outside I was displaying this totally cool
calm appearance. Was this the `slave feeling' Master
was so keen to instil in me?

After breakfast Master left instructions with Mr
Morris about my flogging and informed him that he
would arrange for the County Whip Master to call this
afternoon.

I had a long session with Mr Morris after assisting to
wash up the breakfast dishes. He told me about himself
and how he had been enslaved. How he was bitter with
resentment but that how after his one and only
flogging on the orders of Master Booth he had totally
changed. He lost all his resentment at being enslaved.
He became totally dedicated to serving Master Booth
and would now do anything to serve and please him. He
told me how his life was now more fulfilling than it
had ever been even though he had thought his life was
very fulfilled as a Professor at the University.

He complimented me on my attitude. He told me how my
years as a slave were showing through in my demeanour
and that this all broke well for me making a good
recovery from the trauma of my flogging.

Masters Private Secretary Miss Hailey rang Mr Morris
about 1pm and informed him that the Whip Master would
be calling at 3.30pm. Mr Morris kept me busy helping
him around the residence till 2.30pm when he and
Bentley with the help of Brett the houseboy began
preparing me for my flogging.

Brett who seemed to take great delight in removing my
new clothes, stripped me on Mr Morris's orders. It was
only hours since I was fully clothed after ten years
of almost total nakedness, yet I felt the humiliation
greatly as just like in court all those years ago my
clothes were stripped off me.

Masters instructions were that I was not to be gagged,
but allowed to be free to scream as I was flogged.
Like wise he had instructed Mr Morris that a butt was
not to be plugged or a enema administered to clean me
out, as shitting myself during the flogging would add
to my humiliation which master felt was all part of
the recipe for getting me into that `slave feeling' as
quickly as possible.

About fifteen minutes before my appointment with my
doom I was taken out the back of the residence and
prepared for the flogging. Naked I was spread out
against a wooden frame, with my legs arms, belly and
neck, all firmly strapped.

I then had to wait strapped in place until the Whip
Master arrived. Whilst I waited all the household
slaves, Mr Miles and two other new afternoon Guards
appeared and offered me words of encouragement.
Finally the Whip Master appeared  in the company of
Master Booth and Master told the Whip Master to give
me a two dozen stoke flogging with a standard six foot
slave whip, and to spread the cuts evenly from my
shoulders down to my ankles, avoiding only the lower
back.

The whip Master came over to me ran his hand over my
back and then spoke to me, "Boy I am a professional at
this. I can feel that you have never had a severe
flogging in your life. A severe flogging always leaves
its scars that an experienced hand can feel long after
the skin has fully healed. I won't damage you any more
than is necessary but brace yourself boy, because this
will be the worst pain you have ever suffered".

I can't recount to you what followed. Master was right
it was a life changing experience. I never ever wanted
to suffer pain like that ever again. I can't bring
myself to write what I felt and in truth I don't
remember too much after the five or six strokes. I was
by then only semi conscious with the pain. During
those first strokes I screamed till my voice was horse
and soon after my bowls opened just as Master had
predicted.

I don't recall  my flogging ending except for the
brief moment when Bruce washed me down with salty
water. This roused me from my stupor for a brief
moment before I lapsed back into semi consciousness.

I must have been carried back into the residence and
placed back into the small room I had originally
entered upon first arriving.

I remember very little of the next thirty six hours
but on Friday morning I awoke to find Bentley sitting
by my bed.

Master had given instructions that a watch should be
kept on me to ensure I was cared for and that I didn't
try anything stupid, as freshly flogged slaves often
become desperate after being stripped of their last
vestiges of hope and belief in being freed.

I was still very weak and in great pain but I was made
to dress with the help of Brett and Mr Morris into my
Piney Hills shorts and slowly walked to a limousine
parked in the drive of the residence. Bentley opened
the back door for me and I slowly in great pain laid
on the seat, my back and legs too sore to place the
pressure of sitting upon.

Master came and sat in the front, looked at me
prostrate on the back seat and said, "I have to live
with the morality of doing this to you Steve, but I
sincerely believe I have to be cruel to be kind to
you" and then facing the front again instructed
Bentley that he was to drive to Piney Hills.


End Chapter 4 (Part 13 Continuance of Original)