Date: Tue, 18 Oct 2005 19:22:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Middle Class Slave Revisited Chapter 8

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

Chapter 8: Changes in the household.

Josh had joined us at breakfast for the first time and
seemed very happy to see me. He squirmed his way into
getting the seat next to me. Master just smiled.

That morning I couldn't help but look at Brett in a
new light as we sat around the breakfast table. Weird
thoughts ran through my mind about his penis clamp. It
was not noticeable, no enlarged bulge could be seen, I
was ashamed that such thoughts about Brett were making
me erect. I was glad when one of the guards asked me a
question about the golf course. It took my thoughts
away from the erotic.

After breakfast Master asked his Personal Assistant Mr
Anderson, Mr Morris and myself to accompany him into
his study.

There he informed us that he needed to make some
changes in the household. With two teenagers requiring
schooling and the possibility of more joining the
household as part of their indenture he had decided
that I was to take over their day-to-day schooling.

"Master please I can't be responsible for this, I'm
not trained I don't know what to do. If they fail I
will feel it is my abilities that have failed them" I
pleaded to Master.

Master was being Master that morning because be
brokered no complaints.

"I have decided end of conversation. Now I know Steve
that you have no teaching experience and that you have
been away from normal civilian life for a very long
time. Mr Morris however is very well aware of
educational principals. On my instructions Nigel has
already researched what will be required and is quite
up to speed with the topics that need to be taught to
the two boys to enable them to qualify for college. I
have also arranged internet access for home schooling
for both young slaves" Master said.

"In some ways Nigel would be their best tutor but I
can't spare him from running this household. I am not
here enough to do it myself and I don't have the time
anyway. I don't want to take Glen Turner my Chief
Overseer from the factory and lump additional duties
on him. He keeps a check on things over here when I am
away but he is a busy man and leaves the day to day
functioning of the household on my instructions to
Nigel" Master said.

Turning to Mr Morris Master said "Nigel you will be in
overall responsibility as the head slave for the boy's
education. You must check that the course content from
the Internet is suitable and comprehensive in scope.
You are also to ensure that you train Steve to teach
it properly".

"Steve you will have the day-to-day responsibility of
teaching and guiding these two young slaves and any
more that may join the household through their
academic and physical development right to the end of
their indenture. Nigel will be your mentor in this and
I am totally confident you will learn new skills. You
finished college just before your demise into slavery
so we need to get your mind as well as your body
working" Master continued to instruct.

"As well Steve you will continue to caddy for me on
every second Tuesday morning and other times I want to
play golf, however you will now join the household
staff permanently. Nigel will ensure your room in the
slave quarters is prepared properly, for those nights
I am not here" Master smiled.

Looking at Mr Morris and me Master then said "A word
of warning too both of you, Steve, I like your body
taught and firm like it is. So Nigel you need to
ensure that you put a very strenuous daily physical
fitness routine in place for Steve and the two boys
along with the academic tasks".

Facing Mr Anderson he instructed him to inform the
Piney Hills Course of the changes. He also advised Mr
Anderson to inform the club that Slave 701620,
commonly called by the slaves, Matt would be trained
by slave 701605 commonly called Steve as new the
senior alpha slave for the next week, when I would
leave the club on the Saturday morning before Master's
next visit for good. He also instructed Mr Anderson to
make arrangements for the transfer of Bentley to Napa
Valley as Assistant Butler. Commenting that the
household didn't need Bentley and me full time to run
efficiently.

The news of my permanent separation from Matt was the
worst part of this. I knew better than to raise the
issue here and now with Master. I would wait till the
bedroom.

Bentley took the news of his transfer
enthusiastically. He had no choice but in this case he
seemed genuinely excited to be going off to
California. He was a local, born and raised near the
factory and had never had the chance to travel before
he was enslaved for vagrancy and destitution. The
chance for a change of scenery, the opportunity to
drive Master around the Napa Valley and maybe even
into San Francisco which was only fifty miles away
obviously excited him.

The rest of my week at the residence was hectic and
very different. I had to learn how to drive again. As
the assistant butler I was also the local driver for
Master. I had driven dads car before my enslavement,
but not all that regularly as I was in college.
Bentley nearly didn't make it to Napa, as my first
lessons were very embarrassing and nearly resulted in
a number of accidents. I found however that it was a
bit like riding a bike, after a while the skills came
back even after a ten year lay off.

Mr Morris put Josh to work with Brett but I continued
to keep a close watch on the two of them. Brett kept
to himself, and from what I saw kept his interaction
down to just instructing Josh on the basics of their
chores, otherwise making no real effort to be sociable
at all with Josh.

By the Thursday night Josh had settled into his new
routine and was eating with the other slaves. That
night all the slaves and Master partook dinner in the
formal dining room to farewell Bentley. Being a
special occasion we were allowed to eat the same food
as Master. A roast of beef, potatoes and green
vegetables. It was the first time in ten years I had
eaten any proper food. It was an indescribable
pleasure, in some ways even better than sex.

That night alone in bed with Master after I had
pleasured him and he me, I raised the topic of Matt.

I won't bore you with a description of what was a long
conversation. The outcome was that I was a slave, Matt
was a slave and we were Masters property to dispose of
as he wished.

Master reminded me that both matt and I were on
Schedule B and that he had control of that schedule. I
knew Master was correct and I was powerless to change
this but deep in my soul a faint stirring of
resentment that I thought I had lost totally with my
whipping clawed its way out of some hidden crevice and
pained my heart.

What pushed the feeling back into its dark recess was
the fact that I also knew that Matt would be
disappointed but that he would also soon resign
himself to the inevitable separation.

He was a bred slave and similar separations that had
split him from his closest friends had occurred to him
a number of times in his life as he grew up and was on
sold. Matt had a total slave feeling. He knew nothing
different and didn't long for or miss all the things
that I had grown up appreciating. Separation was just
a part of a slave's life as far as Matt would be
concerned.

Raising the topic of Matt in bed did piss Master off
somewhat but I managed to turn the conversation into a
positive ending.

To change the topic slightly I raised the issue of the
fast turnover of trained caddies at Piney Hills and
suggested how for a small investment Master could save
himself a lot of money by not having to buy a constant
supply of new caddy slaves.

Any suggestion that makes sense and saves money will
usually interest any Master or businessman. My Master
was no different. By the time we cuddled ourselves to
sleep Master had decided to build a basic work gym at
the caddies quarters and I was to set up with Matt
next week a thorough training routine for all the
caddies that would prevent their upper body muscles
deteriorating and thus ruining their usefulness and
appearance.

I actually felt so good about the approval of this
life saving initiative that my impending loss of Matt
was pushed aside, especially when Master at the end of
the conversation informed me that if my idea worked
and he was saved considerable expense in slaves then
he would arrange for Matt to be free for caddying
duties every second Tuesday and then, with a wink of
his eye, he told me that for the hour he spent at the
nineteenth hole I would be allowed to have that time
with Matt in the slaves quarters.

Master didn't have to do that but he did. Yes he used
his power to get what he wanted, in his situation who
wouldn't, but he always tempered it with some
compassion and understanding.

>From that night on I never let that faint stirring of
resentment that he was my Master and I his slave
surface back into being. I totally embraced that night
what I had long known but had always held off from
totally accepting and that was that Master was about
as good a Master as I think I could ever have expected
to find during my travels through life on Schedule B.

On the Friday I was transported back to Piney Hills in
one of the slave delivery trucks. Quite a come down
from the front seat of Masters car. Bentley, plugged
and cathetered, was shipped out on the same truck, but
packaged in a slave crate, with water and chow for his
long trip to Napa Valley. I was never so glad that my
trip was less than an hour. His would probably be
twenty-four hours or more, though I noticed by the
labels on his crate that Master had payed the premium
excess for express delivery.

On arrival at the club Mr Woods the slave master was
called and signed for my delivery. He instructed me to
follow him to his office.

As he sat behind his desk I took up the slave position
in front of the desk. The picture of his family was
still there but an individual portrait of Josh in a
plain gold frame had joined it.

I don't know if he saw me looking at it. I could have
been punished for doing so, instead he asked me "Hows
Josh coping boy, um I mean Steve is that what the
slaves and Mister Booth call you?"

"Yes master my name is Steve, Steve Wright or at least
that was my name till I was enslaved.

"Your not a bred slave then boy, um I mean Steve?" the
slave master asked.

"No sir I was enslaved at twenty two just as I
finished college" I replied.

The conversation continued the slave master asking me
questions about myself and finally returning to his
son Josh.

Now that his son was an indentured slave under my
direct tutorage Mr Woods had become vitally interested
in me. To his credit though he admitted to this to my
face.

What amased me was that Mr Woods had no records or
knowledge of my past. The official records from Green
Bay Farms apparently made no reference to my reason
for enslavement, where I was enslaved, my previous
background, nothing. All part of making me untraceable
I guess, just as the Judge at my trial had intimated.
I knew however that Calhoun McAlister had private
records from my original auction because he had talked
to his brother Billy-Joe about my background when I
had serviced their needs that one time.

Of course it also said something about a slave's
status that Mr Woods up until now had had absolutely
no interest in finding out or any real kneed to know
anything about me. I was a slave to be used that was
all there was too it really. It made you feel very
inconsequential.

"A college graduate hey. Mmmm that explains a lot
about you I guess. The reason for your uppity and
sulky nature before you're whipping is now a lot
clearer to me," the slave master said.

Mr Woods had been informed by Mr Anderson about
Masters wish to provide gym facilities for the slaves.
We discussed this and he agreed that in the coming
week he would pull Matt off from all caddying duties
so I could train him in all I knew about the course
and put in place an depth training programme to
maintain and build up the upper bodies of the caddies.

I was sent out into the caddy coral and was waiting
for a job when Matt snuggled up beside me. You could
just tell he was happy to see me. We couldn't talk
there but my mind was racing as to how I would break
the bad news to him. Better tonight and get it over
with I had decided but I knew I was going to find it
hard.

I caddied that afternoon and enjoyed the lushness of
the course, the fragrance of the flowers, the fresh
air and sunshine on my skin. I was going to miss this
aspect of my life, but I didn't enjoy the master I
caddied for that afternoon pulling me around by my
cock. He was rough and took great delight in
highlighting my discomfort at his hands to his golfing
partners.

That night as Matt and I lay resting after the
exertions of our sexual play, building up the courage
to break the news to Matt he asked me "What's wrong
Steve? Something's not right I can tell".

"Why do you say that, nothings wrong really?" I
bluffed somewhat unconvincingly.

Come on Steve you hate being a bottom, yet tonight you
hardly put up a fight. You let me have my way
deliberately. You would not do that unless you had a
reason, come on what is it?" Matt asked.

So I told him!

It went as well as I could have hoped. Matt was quite
for a while at the news, then brightened up and just
said "Well that's a slaves life for you, we better
make sure we get as much fun while we have the
chance".

That was it really; he pulled me towards him and
fucked my arse a second time. I protested but he knew
he had the advantage this time. I didn't want to upset
him further. Just like I took advantage after my
whipping, Matt now seized his opportunity. The second
fuck I think Matt wanted to get the maximum
satisfaction. He fucked me hard and long till I was
moaning, then begging for mercy. Usually he is gentle
and calming but the frustration that he was about to
loose me was taken out with great vigour up my arse.

I spent days drumming into Matts head the additional
things he would need to know to be able to train the
caddies with the slave masters help. Matt had a good
brain on him and he remembered well. Unfortunately
being a bred slave his mind had never been extended
and he had no memory bank of experience to call on
when it came to training and leading other slaves.

Matt was however a fitness freak. Once the gym
equipment arrived and with the slave masters help he
was shown how to use it, Matt soon developed a good
awareness of all its possible uses. By the end of my
week with him I was beginning to feel sorry for what
the other caddies were going to experience. Under
Matt's tutorage in the gym I was convinced that no
caddy was likely to loose his body shape.

By the Friday night before my Saturday departure came
around, my arse was really sore. In the end, pity or
no pity for Matt I had exert myself. Matt and I had
another almost full-scale fight before I again just
managed to triumph over him, pin him to the ground and
maybe for one last time fuck his arse.

He wasn't happy for a while but he's a slave, that's
what slaves do. They work and they fuck. Like all
things slave, Matt soon recovered and accepted this.
Before Matt walked out to caddy that Saturday morning
as I waited to be transported for good back to Masters
residence, Matt pulled me aside and gave me a huge
tongue kiss. As he walked to the corral he was
displaying a total boner, I was no different.

End Chapter 8 (Part 17 Continuance of Original)