Date: Tue, 11 Oct 2005 22:33:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Middle Class Slave Revisited Chapter 6

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

Chapter 6:Into my life.

One of the few things I really remembered from my
College years was that in Randall Austin & Ruben
Milstein's classic text on slave handling they gave a
very clear opinion on the difference between slaves
and freemen, thereby clarifying status, and making it
quite easy for a master to take a firm hand with a
slave.

Their famous example is that of "schedules". Freemen
follow Schedule A, which is a list of everything
freemen do in their lives, some difficult, some less
so, some pleasurable. The difference with slaves is
that they follow Schedule B instead of Schedule A.
Schedule B is just like Schedule A, it has some
difficult tasks, some less difficult, and some
pleasurable. The only difference is that freemen make
up their own schedules, and slaves have their
schedules made up for them by their owner or masters.

My own feelings were that my life on Schedule B had
become about as good as a slave's life could. My
evenings with Master were wonderful. The other slaves
at the residence were all articulate dedicated slaves
to Master. I found the experience of working as a part
of such a team very rewarding. I was rostered by Mr
Morris to help Bentley most of the time. I learnt all
the skills of being a butler. Mr Morris and Master
said I would make a very good head slave when the
chance arose.

Even at Piney Hills my life was good by slave
standards. The Slave Master now trusted me totally and
I was soon unofficially the Senior Alpha Slave. Mr
Woods had me train any new caddies that were promoted
into the ranks of the advice caddies.

However that stabbing fear still gripped me when one
of the caddies was removed.

One night in bed I asked Master what happened to them.


He confirmed Matt's fears that most were sold off to
the mines. Their body tattooing and out of proportion
bodies making them useless for anything else, except
one other thing. The organ banks. This news did
nothing to quell my fears. Being sold to the Organ
Banks was a death sentence, short and sweet. The mines
well you may just survive for a few more years.

I guess Master could feel what I was thinking because
he said, "Given the choice Steve I would choose the
Organ Bank. At least you are leaving this life knowing
you are going to help some free person's quality of
life and the length of their life. The mines well
imagine a coffle confined to tight spaces with
perpetual semi darkness. You know how mind destroying
a normal farm coffle can be, let alone one working
under those conditions".

"Don't worry Steve even if I cease to be your Master I
am certain I can protect you as much as possible from
that fate" Master reassured me.

"Master I know you care for me and will try to do as
you say, no I was more worried about Matt" I said.

"Don't worry Steve; it spoils you when you start
worrying. Slaves should never worry, that's one
advantage you do have over a free person. I have
already ensured nothing ever happens to Matt before I
get the chance to decide his fate. Ok?" Master said.

"Yes Master but how Master?" I asked.

`Question, questions Steve, who made the bedroom
rules?" master asked with a smile.

"You did Master" I replied with an equally broad
smile.

"More the fool me. Well to answer your question, I
bought his title off the McAlister brothers at Green
Bay Farms".

"They were happy to sell. In fact I now own all of the
caddies at Piney Hills. It gave the McAlister brothers
some much-needed cash flow. Calhoun has his head well
and truly screwed on as far as managing the farm but
his brother Billy-Joe is a real worry to Cal and too
me".

I know Cal wishes his brother would disappear back to
Europe again. Billy-Joe has no concept of a budget it
seems. Their daddy left them very well off but their
assets still need to be managed properly. The weather
has not been kind to crop production on their farm the
last two seasons, they need to be careful or they will
end up in bankruptcy and enslaved themselves. If
Billy-Joe had any sense he would leave all the
finances to Cal.

I thought to my self that there would be poetic
justice as far as I was concerned if the McAlister
brothers were enslaved. They would soon learn the
horror and pure fear of how it feels to be a slave
after being free. I didn't say this to Master though;
some thoughts are better left hidden.
Instead I said, "Thank you for buying Matt Master" as
I reached over and gave master a huge hug and a kiss.

Every second Tuesday I would caddy for Master then
return with him to the residence till Friday. Then it
was caddying at Piney Hills till the cycle repeated.
Life went on in this routine till summer was almost
over.

Near the end of summer changes occurred.

I was doing my usual Wednesday assistant butler duties
at the residence when the front door bell rang. Brett
whose job it was to answer the door was not around, so
Mr Morris sent me to open the door and when I did,
there stood Mr Woods the Slave Master from Piney
Hills. Behind him I recognised his wife, their
daughter and the two sons from the picture on his
desk.

"Your looking good boy" Mr Wood remarked.

I guess he had never seen me dressed fully as I was at
the residence.

I escorted them all into the main lounge room and
offered them refreshments. They asked for coffee and a
soda for the youngest boy, Josh.

I informed Mr Morris who the guests were that had
arrived. He was obviously expecting them because he
had arranged already for coffee tea and a freshly
baked sponge cake that cook had baked to be ready for
the guests. Mr Morris rang Master to advise the guests
had arrived then went to be of service to the guests.

When the coffee and tea were brewed and the sponge
cake, soda, cups and saucers arranged by cook on two
silver trays, Bentley and I took them to the lounge
room.

Master was now in there with Mr Woods and his family.

We knocked and entered when called. Mr and Mrs Woods
were seated on one lounge, their daughter in a single
lounge chair, Master in another chair and the two boys
were standing looking very uncomfortable to the side
of their parents lounge.

I served the coffee as Bentley passed around with the
cake.

"Wait in the nook Steve in case we need more service.
Thank you Bentley that will be all for now" Master
instructed.

I placed the coffee pot back on the tray and went and
stood in the nook. It was an indent in the bookcase
that lined the far wall of the lounge. Standing in the
nook the slave was inconspicuous but available
whenever service was required.

Master continued talking mainly with Mr Woods, though
some times with his wife Sylvia. The children were
just observers. The daughter Ashleigh was a mature but
somewhat plain looking girl who I remembered from an
earlier conversation would be starting College around
this time.

The older boy Ben was of medium height and build with
dark hair. Not skinny but not plump he still had that
intriguing half boy half man look about him that
adolescence brings. The youngest son Josh was quite
skinny and still very much the boy, being little more
than five foot tall and like his brother having dark
brown hair.

None of the Woods family seemed particularly happy and
there was an air of tenseness permeating the room.

I though back to Masters offer to Mr Woods about his
son Josh and the cost of schooling. I guess being the
Slave Master at Piney Hills was not the most sought
after job.

Associating with slaves totally as your work was
probably not a career-expanding situation. I never
though about ti much but I guess the position of Slave
Master would not pay a huge salary. From the
discussion I had heard earlier Mr Woods was struggling
to live, support the family and send his children off
to College on what he was paid by the club.

Finally Mr Woods called his son Josh over to him and
ruffing up his hair presented him to Master.

Master said "Josh I know this is very scary for you.
Your father has told me you were very upset when you
were first told you were going to be indentured into
slavery for five years. The sacrifice that your
parents are making in having you enslaved is a big
one, just as big as the effort you are making to take
this like the man you are growing into. I am impressed
with you Josh, most thirteen year old boys would be
acting like a little boy, and you are not".

Master had a way with words; I could see from my nook
that Josh swelled with pride in himself.

Master then said `Josh I am not going to lie to you,
just like I haven't with your parents when we have
discussed this offer. You are a slave and will be
treated like one. Firm discipline and a real work
ethic will place you in a good position to go on to
great things once your indenture is over".

"Your parents and I have signed and had witnessed all
the required paperwork and so you are now my
indentured slave and will be for the next five years
till you finish your twelfth grade schooling. For my
part of the agreement in having you in my service I
have signed guarantees that provide you with a college
education at the end of your indenture should you wish
it".

"As you know the money that has been raised by your
indentured sale is going to pay for your sister and
brothers college education. You can feel very proud
that your parents and you are making this sacrifice of
your freedom for five years to enable your sister and
brother to better their lives. I am sure your brother
and sister recognise and appreciate your sacrifice for
them Josh" Master concluded.

It wasn't Josh who began crying but his big brother
Ben. As soon as Ben started sobbing his sister then
his mother began.

Faced with all this emotion Josh could hold back no
longer and he too began sobbing.

Master took matters in hand. He called me over and
told me to take the new slave out to Mr Morris and
then introduce him to Brett.

I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed tightly.
"Come Josh, say good bye for now and lets go meet Mr
Morris the senior slave and Brett the house boy. He is
indentured like you and I am sure you two will get
along fine and that he will help you to adjust to your
new life quickly," I said.

I am sure Mr Woods was going to say something to me
but instead he just turned slightly and said to Josh
"Be brave son like this slave. You're in a good home,
do your family and me proud".

Josh hugged his Dad, Mum Sister then Brother then to
my surprise took my hand like the boy he really still
was and walked out of the lounge room, out of his
family's life and into mine.

As I closed the lounge room door Josh stopped, looked
at me and said, "I'm frightened sir".

My heart melted then and there on the spot. "Don't be
Josh; it takes a brave man to tell another that he is
frightened. Master is kind and all the slaves here at
the residence will look after you. Come lets find the
senior slave Mr Morris and then Brett the houseboy. He
is about your age," I said.

Josh clung to me like a little boy. I don't know why
just then, for I must have looked a frightening sight
to the boy, what with my Mohican hair cut and tattoo
stripes much of which could be seen even though Master
had me dressed in comfortable and stylish freeman
clothes.

I had tattooed around my neck a black ring half an
inch wide, which was visible. Leading from this, a
half inch stripe ran down under my polo shirt across
the top of my shoulders and emerging back into sight
down the entire length of my arm and across my hand to
finish on my middle finger, which was also black.
Unseen two other stripes began under my armpits, ran
down across my ribs and hipbone, across my flank, and
then emerged from my shorts, down my leg, under my
socks continuing across my ankle, to finish under each
foot.

A third stripe made a "V" - from my foot, up the
inside of my leg, under my balls, to go down the
inside of the other leg. Down my front a stripe ran
from the tattooed collar, disappearing under the `V'
neck of my polo shirt then across the valley between
my nips, down across my navel and six-pack, to stop at
the top of my dick. The final stripe picked up at the
bottom of my "Mohican" hair cut, to run under the
collar of my polo shirt down my spine and disappear
into my ass crack.

Still with all this ornamentation Josh clung to me. We
found Mr Morris and he tried to allay the fears of
Josh, telling him how he would be working with Brett
as a houseboy and how he would be given lessons along
with Brett to ensure his school work was kept up. Josh
listened but still clung close to me. I smiled at Mr
Morris who in his compassion didn't try in these early
times of Josh's enslavement to force him to
stand-alone or behave anything like a slave might be
expected to behave.

Mr Morris asked Josh would he like me to stay with him
for a while. It was the first hint of a smile I had
seen on his face since he arrived. I found Brett
working with Todd the male housemaid cleaning and
dusting ornaments in the Masters study on the first
floor.

Brett was civil but aloof. I confess I was
disappointed, I thought Brett would relish the chance
to have someone close to his own age with him. Brett
was not an outgoing type of boy; I had already noticed
that fact. Master had said he had taken his indentured
enslavement hard and it was taking longer than
expected to train him as a good slave. I was planning
on leaving Josh there with Brett but decided time to
build a friendship between Brett and Josh was needed.

As he held my hand as we walked around the residence.
I showed him where all the various rooms were and
where he was allowed and not allowed to go without
permission. In one spare bedroom he looked out the
window and I felt his body tense and then sigh. A tear
rolled down his cheek. His family car was leaving down
the front drive. He was now really all alone and I
felt great sympathy for him.

I walked him in the garden and introduced him to Bruce
and Alana the gardeners. We sat in the shade of one of
the old oak trees and after a long silence I asked him
about himself. I had forgotten what I was like at
thirteen but it came back to me. Communicating with
adults at that age was not a highly developed skill.
However I persisted and after a while we were talking
freely.

We talked about his family his likes and dislikes. How
he didn't want to be enslaved but felt bad about this
thought because he knew his enslavement was helping
his family.

He also told me that his Dad had expressly asked
Master that I take care of him when he arrived today.
I had been set up. I was the nominated baby sitter.
Master had done it subtly but the truth had slipped
out.

However the real truth was that I didn't mind. The
moment Josh had openly said to me he was frightened I
was his. Kids can do that to you very easily I soon
learnt. Slave or no slave, they perfect a look and
demeanour that cries out for love and attention and is
almost impossible to ignore.

The rest of the day he followed me around like a
little puppy. We were bonding I could tell. The other
slaves found it funny. My second shadow they called
it. Mr Morris spoke to me early on and told me he was
just going to allow Josh to tag along with me today as
Brett and Josh needed time to build a friendship. I
was not to leave him alone.

Dinner was the first problem. Mr Morris instructed
Josh to wash up for dinner which he did, but when he
found that I ate with Master and Mr Morris he asked
very politely if he could too. Mr Morris said no he
would eat with the other slaves.

I stayed with him till Master arrived and it was one
unhappy boy that was being forced to eat in the slaves
eating room.

"Please sir, please stay with me," he pleaded.

I was tormented for being called `sir' by Bentley and
Todd but the ladies tried to comfort him and assure
him they would look after him. To no great success, he
still looked at me with a look of despair as I
followed Mr Morris out to meet Master in the private
dining room.

We had not been eating more than a few minutes when
Josh burst in and ran to me and hugged me. I was
speechless but soon began apologising to Master and
asking him to forgive Josh this once for obeying all
the rules and bursting in on him.

"Josh, ... Josh look at me," Master ordered but softly
and with compassion.

"Bursting in here is not slave like behaviour and
should be punished but I will forgive you tonight as
it's your first night. Why don't you want to eat with
Brett and the other slaves?"

Josh remained hugging me and Master had to say, "Josh,
answer your Master please".

"Brett doesn't like me I can tell. I like being with
Steve, Dad told me I could trust him, Dad said he
would bet his life on Steve being a totally
trustworthy slave". Josh replied.

I blushed at this compliment from my course Slave
Master.

"Did he now, ... interesting" Master said.

"Well Josh for tonight you can pull up a chair next to
Steve".

Turning to me Master said, "Steve go organise some
dinner for our young slave".

I did as instructed and bought back a plate of `gold
label' chow for Josh. The look on his face when he saw
the plate of chow was priceless. The look after his
first attempt at eating was even better.

"Is it that bad Josh" Master asked.

He got an honest reply, "Worse than awful sir" Josh
replied.

"It's Master not Sir, Josh" Mr Morris corrected. I
think trying to deflect the heat out of Josh's honest
answer.

I ended up apologising myself for my manners as I
nearly gushed a mouthful of chow out over the table
when he said `worse than awful'.

Master nearly choked as well but happily took it as
confirmation that my earlier assessment of the chow
was accurate.

After dinner Josh again begged to stay with me. Master
was not as tolerant to this request. After dinner was
his time with me. He told Josh so in plain terms. The
poor kid blushed at learning what Master and I got up
to in the evening.

Then the kid totally fazed me, "Master can I watch" he
asked.

Master burst out laughing.

"And I thought you were so innocent, what would your
father think if I allowed that young man? Ask again
when your sixteen ok" Master replied.

"Nigel he needs to sleep in the top bunk above Brett,
but make sure Brett looks after him. I don't want any
of Brett's nasty side coming back out," Master
instructed.

`Nor do I Master" Mr Morris replied.

I felt so sorry for Josh as he was lead away, I am
sure his eyes were moist. He made one last plea to
stay with me but Mr Morris hurried him away.

I guess the look on my face told it all, I was smitten
with my new charge. "I'm jealous Steve, there is a new
man in your life" Master said with a huge smile.

"Yes Master I think there is, he is a really nice kid,
and I feel so sorry for him being dragged into slavery
to help out his family.

"Are you having a go at me for enslaving him Steve?'
Master asked.

"No Master, you are trying to help and I guess this
way is the only way. I am sure it would be below Mr
Wood's dignity to accept charity from you. He can
indenture his son however and receive the money to
finance his kids through college and still keep some
of the family dignity".

`"You know Master, I still remember the look on my
mothers face in the courtroom when I was enslaved. It
was a look of utter horror. I can remember feeling
then that it was not because she had lost her son for
the rest of her life but because she was disgusted and
humiliated that her son was now a slave and naked in
public". I said

"Is there much social stigma Master for the family in
doing this?"

"No Steve surprisingly for me a northerner, there
isn't. I am sure you are right about your mother and
the family status. In the north that is certainly the
case. A slave in the family is a real family secret.
Here in the south it's looked on differently,
especially when it comes to indentured slaves. It's
seen as a means to an end, a sensible use of your
assets". Master replied.

 "Right, now enough of these questions and talk Steve,
time for some action. To the bedroom slave" Master
commanded with a smile and a wink.


End Chapter 6 (Part 15 Continuance of Original)

________________________________________
Thanks to Randal Austin for permission to use an
excerpt from his story `My Brother Tony, Penury
Slave'.