The Control Testimonials By Steam Train (steam_t2007@yahoo.com)
Part: 1
Dr. Milos Learner rubbed his face and stretched his tired body, then placed his spectacles back on his face and read the typed cover note that lay on his desk before him. His domestic slaves Tam and Cloud had correlated the various sections of the First Annual Report onTaking Back Control that it had fallen to him to submit to Mary Dewars-Shelley the current Secretary for Homeland Security due to his current position as Acting Chairman of the National Supervising Committee of `Taking Back Control'.
He read the cover letter.
Mrs. Mary Dewars-Shelley, Secretary, Department of Homeland Security.
Dear Madam Secretary,
As required by the Taking Back Control amendments to the Federal Juvenile Deterrence Act I have on behalf of the National Supervising Committee of Taking Back Control much pleasure in submitting the First Annual Report onTaking Back Control.
Sincerely, Dr. Milos Learner, Acting Chairman, National Supervising Committee of `Taking Back Control'
Short and to the point, just like he liked documents to be. He signed his name then placed the covering letter on top of the pile of documents his slaves had correlated that constituted the master copy of the report. Only one pile of documents remained for him to check through. Appendix Three, the Feedback Reports.
Dr Learner looked at his watch, sighed and began to read.
Appendix Three consisted of a selection of feedback reports completed by juveniles from across the nation selected to highlight the various experiences juveniles had experienced in the last year since Taking Back Control had been introduced. It was getting late but this was perhaps the most interesting part of the report. He read ....
APPENDIX THREE: FEEDBACK REPORTS
Taking Back Control was not designed to be something to be feared, it was developed as a sign of love and caring for our juvenile population for and by officials, parents and guardians. They did not want our juveniles to come to any harm by ensuring that they experience tight control both at home and at school which is important in instilling the fear of servitude in any free citizen. Too many people think that servitude can't happen to them and yet it often does with catastrophic consequences for the individual concerned, their family and their friends.
Below is a selection of comments from various persons about their involvement in Taking Back Control.
NAME: Giavana Tominsoli
AGE: 12
LOCATION: Fingers, Polk County.
OCCUPATION: 7th Grade Student
WHAT IS YOUR ASSESSMENT OF TAKING BACK CONTROL: It's the best thing ever!
TELL US ABOUT YOUR PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH TAKING BACK CONTROL: My two brothers, Roberto aged 13 and Angelo aged 11 were real brats to me, always teasing me, mimicking what I said, being as rude as they could get away with, until that is, taking back control was introduced.
On that day my mum and dad decided that in our household there would be different rules for juvenile females, (me) and juvenile males (my brothers). Mum said girls need a degree of modesty and privacy and should be shown more respect by boys, whereas boys have excessive modesty, do not need as much privacy as girls and do not show enough respect to females. So mum and dad decided that there was no better way for my brothers to learn to show respect to me than by being taken back under control and made nude at all times within our house.
When the moment of truth arrived for my brothers and they had just their briefs left on, I was holding my breath, waiting to see if mom and dad would really make my brothers strip totally naked!
I didn't have long to wait for the answer, I still remember vividly the scene as mum ordered, "Well, what are you waiting for boys? Get those underpants off, now!"
"Get moving boys" dad said as he snapped the family punishment belt he was holding in his hand.
Not wanting to feel the sting of dad's belt my two brothers quickly had their briefs off and equally as quickly had their hands covering their not so private, privates!
"Hands away and at your sides, Boys, don't play with yourselves like that in public" dad chastised waving his belt at my brothers in a threatening manner.
"You heard your father," mum said.
As they moved their hands to their sides, I couldn't believe the sight before my eyes or how red with embarrassment my brother's faces were. This was just so good after all their years of tormenting me, their utter embarrassment and humiliation caused me to giggle but neither mum or dad chastised me.
Roberto was 13 years old and stood about five feet three inches tall, with brown, shaggy, hair and cobalt blue eyes, he was as you would expect, much bigger in the genital department than my younger brother Angelo who was about four feet eight tall and like his brother had shaggy brown hair and those same cobalt blue eyes that all three of us share.
Angelo's little penis still hid his tiny scrotum so well that I had to look hard to see his ball sack but this was not so with Roberto. His much longer thin penis hid little of his own much larger plump scrotum, which hung down giving me a good view. Angelo's genitals were totally hairless which was not a surprise as he was only 11 years old but the big surprise to me was that Roberto who is 13 years old was also totally hairless!.
I was really surprised at this revelation because I am younger than him by a little over a year, yet my own breasts have started growing and I have some hair down below. Am I ever glad that mum and dad decided that as a girl I needed to keep a degree of modesty and privacy as it would have embarrassed me no end for anyone to have seen me naked. Of course seeing my brothers in that state was another matter all together.
NAME: Robert Freshman
AGE: 17
LOCATION: Centra, Pierce County
OCCUPATION: 12th Grade Student
WHAT IS YOUR ASSESSMENT OF TAKING BACK CONTROL: It sucks!
TELL US ABOUT YOUR PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH TAKING BACK CONTROL:
At my high school teachers were authorised once Taking Back Control started to sentence a student to a period of nude time if their behaviour so warranted it. If you resisted the summons you risked suspension from school and all sporting functions.
Now I am one of my schools leading football jocks and the last thing that I would want to happen to me would be to miss a game due to suspension. The coach had already threatened to drop any student from the team for the rest of the season if they got themselves suspended.
I am well built, a muscular 6' 2" and weighing 250lbs with curly black hair on my head and thick covering of body hair. My class mates and fellow football jocks often used to torment me in good natured jests by calling me, `Testosterob' I'm that mature!
Soon after `Taking Back Control' came into force I made the mistake of muttering a crude joke about our maths teacher, Miss Madison to my buddies who were sitting near me up the back of the class. The joke triggered a loud guffaw from a number of them.
"What was that, Mr. Freshman?" Miss Madison asked sharply. "I'm sure you'd like to share your joke with the rest of the class."
In short order I was forced to repeat my joke to Miss Madison under threat of suspension. The outcome was an order to strip naked in front of my 12th grade maths class.
Muttering curses at Miss Madison under my breath I took my shirt off and made a self-conscious show of flexing my very hairy muscular pecs, grinning at the girls in the class as I did so.
"Don't dawdle, Mr. Freshman," Miss Madison ordered. She'd been leaning on me all term, but until `Taking Back Control' came around she had little alternative other than suspension that she could threaten me with. I knew she was frustrated by my attitude because I was pretty bright, but I was also certain that my future lay on the gridiron field, so I did only enough to get by in her class.
As slow as I was going eventually I had removed my shoes and socks and unfastened my belt and slide my jeans down, and off. Again at this point I hesitated. I could feel the eager eyes of all my class mates, male and female staring at my boxer shorts.
"He doesn't look all that impressive, not much of a bulge there" I heard Patti Luscombe whisper to Jamie-Lee Priestly.
"Boxers off" Miss Madison ordered, she was at her most implacable. "Before I count three."
Turning scarlet, I shoved my boxers down and cupped my hands over my groin.
Miss Madison grabbed a ruler and rapped my knuckles, reluctantly forcing me to exposed myself.
There was a hushed silence in the class room, as if they were all holding their breath. My secret was revealed. I'm a big, hairy, macho jock but have a cock that is thick but only erects to 3 ½ inches. When it is flacid it is nothing more than an embarrissing 1 inch knob.
Standing naked in front of the whole class my cock had become totally erect and had an embarrissing drop of pre-cum seeping from my piss slit, but as hard as I was, my cock head hardly even emerged out of the forest of it's hairy pubic surrounds.
As I stood there humiliated, I saw the looks on the faces of my fellow students, they all looked like they were about to burst out laughing at me, but trying not to do so. They were obviously pleased with what my embarrising and humiliating punishment had revealed about me. My days as the class jock ended there and then, the revelation that I had a baby sized cock had left me floundering in shame and humiliation. Miss Madison had certainly taken back control!
NAME: Reverend Mathias Shaw-Davis
AGE: 41
LOCATION: West Eastbrook, Tallahatchie County
OCCUPATION: Rector, West Eastbrook Episcopal Church
WHAT IS YOUR ASSESSMENT OF TAKING BACK CONTROL: The Bible tells us that God made us in his image and likeness. If this is so, why should any of us be so modest about showing the world what god gave us?"
When you are still a juvenile, young and impressionable and capable of being molded to achieve the best social and moral behaviour there is no good reason! Adult citizenship however comes with the burdens of responsibility that set us free citizens apart from those in servitude, and there is a need to clearly differentiate the status between the free citizen and the slave. One of the ways that clear differentiation is achieved is through the wearing of clothes. A slave has no need of modesty, they are there to serve their masters and the wearing of a slave collar, their symbol of slave status is all they need to wear. They have no need of any modesty. A free citizen in their adult years however needs to wear clothes to symbolize that they are free and responsible citizens. Our adult modesty is therefore the result of us being free citizens. Our juveniles should not be forced into such adult behaviour before it is required.
Just as we relieve those sentenced to slavery of the burdens of responsibility and the need to wear clothing as a symbol of that responsibility, so should we ensure that all the juveniles under our Christian care don't develop a false modesty based on adult behaviour but instead, experience life as God created us all, naked and in his image throughout their juvenile years.
TELL US ABOUT YOUR PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH TAKING BACK CONTROL: Modesty before it's time is detrimental to the juvenile and I found as both pastor and parent that Taking Back Control' has banished the false modesty of my own children and the juveniles of our community as well as leading to better behaved and compliant individuals. My wife and I enthusiastically adopted all of the concepts that make up Taking Back Control'. As a parent, rector and community leader I firmly believe that `Taking Back Control' is not an invitation to sin or morally reprehensible as I have heard some misguided individuals assert.
NAME: Phillip Romero
AGE: 15
LOCATION: Texas, San Pedro County.
OCCUPATION: Student -- Home Schooled
WHAT IS YOUR ASSESSMENT OF TAKING BACK CONTROL: It has changed my life and specifically my relationship with my mother. Since taking back Control mum treats me like a little boy again and if I object she throws the fact that I am a little boy right back at me. "Just look at yourself" she often says.
You see even though I'm 15 I'm a short 4 ' 8 ", skinny, and weigh in at 79 pounds. In the genital department, soft I'm only 1.5" and hard I'm almost 3" and about as big around as a wiener uncooked. I don't have any pubic hair or any precum yet.
TELL US ABOUT YOUR PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH TAKING BACK CONTROL: I was almost 15 at the time Taking Back Control came into force. My dad is dead and I live with my mum. She had not seen me naked since I was like 10 years old but that all changed once mum leant about Taking Back Control. She made me undress in front of her despite my protests that I was now a high school student.
Down to my briefs I pleaded one more time that I was a teenager not a little boy and should at least be allowed to keep wearing my briefs.
Mum was getting impatient with my stubborn attitude I could tell and when I refused again her request to remove my briefs, mum made the move and after a frantic struggle she managed to strip my briefs from me.
Blushing profusely from being naked in front of mum, I tried to cover up but mum grabbed my arms and held them away from my body, causing mum to utter a gasp of surprise.
Then she burst out laughing at what we saw. The small size of my uncut cock and his balls and the fact that I was still totally hairless!
"Well, well," mum said, "High school student or not, it sure looks to me like you're a little boy".
Mum was obviously surprised at my lack of development and insisted that I had to get a physical (first time for that) but my regular doctor was on holidays so Mom set me up with an appointment with his colleague a lady doctor. I was embarrassed about this fact but she was a doctor so what could I do about it; mum was insisting I go get a physical to check out my late development.
I went for the physical and well I guess u know what they do at one of those, talk about embarrassed, to have her take off my briefs was bad enough but to do it in front of her nurse and Mom was worse. I mean no one except mum the day before when she took back control had seen me naked since I was 10 like. Being a late developer like I was, it was really horrible and the doctor, the nurse and mom all talked about me being so small and late.
The doctor not only felt my balls which I found out is normal but she measured them and my dick also. She measured me both ways, soft and hard, then she pulled back my skin a lot of times, I mean a lot of times but when she did it she didn't do it at all like anyone one would normally have done it. She jerked it back as fast and as hard as she could the first couple times, i just stood there taking it but after about 10 times I told her she was doing it too hard and rough and that I was starting to hurt. That's when she said to mum it shouldn't hurt at all and kept doing it. Soon it got really sore and turned real red and kinda swelled up even that's when she showed Mom how red it was and how swollen.
The doctor said that as I started puberty it would only get worse as I got bigger, that it wouldn't slide back as easy and that I might have to be circumcised if that happened.
Mom jumped on that comment real fast and they started talking about me getting cut and stuff. The doctor was saying how fortunate it was that I was a late developer as it made circumcision much easier for me than most 15 year old boys who's penis's were much larger. At first I was glad the doctor was leaving me alone even though i was still naked and all because at least she wasn't pulling my skin back and stuff, making it hurt anymore.
Then I realized that they were really seriously talking about doing it to me and that day!!!!!!! So I tried to tell Mom that it didn't hurt to do it when I did it cause Dad had shown me how to pull my skin back and stuff and it didn't hurt doing it just as long as I didn't do it as fast as the doctor had done it and that i could pull it all the way back even.
I mean all the way back till u couldn't pull it anymore cause u was at the end of the skin. I even tried to show them but Mom just kept telling me to be quiet and let her and the doctor talk she even threatened me with a spanking if I didn't shut up.
Moms big, tall and strong; so yea she still does spank me some!
Next thing I know is the doctor is telling me to go home, get some rest and to take 2 showers before coming back that evening at 6.
Well Mom took me home, made me take these pills that was supposed to make me sleep so I'd rest but I never went to sleep, I couldn't, I was to scared, nervous and upset. I mean it was all like a bad dream it couldn't be for real!! But at about 4 Mom came in and told me to go take my showers so I did. I jerked off a couple times, u know kinda last times feeling my skin.
When I got out I was crying and told Mom I wasn't going back, that I didn't want to be cut and so I wouldn't go. Mom then talked to me a lot telling me how the doctor had been nice enough to see me for my physical working me in to her busy appointment schedule as our own doctor was away and how she had made all kinda special arrangements for that evening keeping her nurses after hours and changing all their plans just so they could help me. Well all kinda crap anyways and how I should at least go and talk to her about how I felt and give her the chance to explain why she thought I should have it done and if I didn't want it still, well we could just come home. So after all that I said ok and Mom drove me back over to the doctors surgery again.
It seemed like it took forever to get there but then it seemed like it was only seconds also. As soon as I walked in the waiting room door I was jumped by 2 nurses and they dragged me into this room and picked me up and put me onto this bed thing and strapped me down to it. I couldn't move at all, I was screaming, yelling to let me go, begging Mom to help me but she didn't do anything, she just told me to calm down, that it was going to be alright.
I knew it was all over then, that I had no choice and all I could think of was wishing I had never come back and how I could get away or die, I wanted to die so badly!
The nurses undid the top strap and pulled off my shirt. I might of been able to have fought off one nurse but with my legs strapped down and 2 nurses, I couldn't stop them, then they restrapped my chest down and undid my legs. I tried to kick and stuff but it didn't work, they still grabbed one leg a peace and well I was naked in just seconds it seemed.
Want to know what was really bad and made me hate it even more?
They shaved me even though I had no hairs. One nurse said she had to be certain, that sometimes there was some light short ones u couldn't see so well.
I was begging like I said for them not to cut me. I promised Mom I'd do anything she wanted if she would just make them stop and not do it. I begged the nurses and Doctor too, I promised I'd do anything for them even, just please not to do it to me and every time they would tell me that I needed to calm down and how happy I'd be when I wouldn't have that nasty skin anymore or how happy I'd be to look like all my friends or how happy I'd be not to have to wash under that dirty stinky skin and how the girls would like my new dick even more!!!
Yea truly, she really said that!
Then the doctor came over and she put this cream all around the base of my dick where my pubes would have been if I'd had any and even between my dick and balls and back to my bum crack. She rubbed it on there then she waited a few minutes to let it numb me some before she gave me he shots to really numb me up. She said that doing it that way, the shots wouldn't hurt any.
I was still trying to wiggle out and get away and well this cause my dick and balls to wiggle a lot also and they kinda laughed at it dancing about, then she put in the shots. Of course I was real still then, I mean with shots going in around your dick u don't move, believe me! The doctor put one on each side of my dick then one right above it and then just like she did the cream she put one between my dick and balls and then finally she skinned back my skin and put the last shot right into the bottom side of my head, the frenulum. Talk about hurt man, that shot felt like a lightening bolt was going through my head.
I screamed and jerked and tried to get away but of course I couldn't move at all just my dick jerked a lot really. The doctor told me she was sorry about the pain, that she thought that the cream and the other shots would have made it numb enough not to hurt by then, but man was she wrong, it hurt really bad!
Anyhow the doctor waited awhile for the shots to take effect then she put this screen across my tummy so I couldn't see her do the cutting. She said it was best I didn't see that!
After a couple minutes she asked if I could feel anything, I told her I could feel something like some one pulling on my dick kinda, she said ok and well I knew then it was all over that I was cut and that was it!
From time I got there to time we left was like 2 hours but I had to stay after I was cut for an hour to make sure I was ok and that there was no bleeding and stuff. The stuff they did to me before the doctor actually did cut me must have taken like 30 minutes and 15 minutes for the actual shots to take effect. I cried the whole time I was waiting and well they all yelled at me for it, telling me how stupid I was for crying, that I should be happy not sad and stuff.
After I got home the shots stopped working and man that was when the nightmare of pain started!!!! I was in so much pain for the first 3 days I couldn't sleep, sit, walk nothing! Any movement at all was like someone rubbing my head with extremely rough sand paper. I hurt constantly then after like 3 days I was so tired from no sleep and well it didn't hurt quiet as bad I started to sleep, but as soon as I'd go to sleep, I'd wake up cause I'd let go of the sheet and it would fall on my dick and rub it or worse I'd roll over onto my tummy and man that was so painful!
For weeks it hurt. Sometimes I'd go into the bathroom just to take it out so nothing would touch it to make it hurt but even then if air was to say blow across it, it would burn like hell.
After about 4 weeks it got so that I could walk ok for awhile anyways if I had to walk a lot well it would still make my dick sore and hurt it then but just around the house wasn't to bad.
Then Mom told me to get ready to go back to swimming. I didn't really think to much about it, I mean my dick was still a little swollen and bruised. I put my suit on at home and man!! Talk about being different!! You could see the outline of my cut dick like i was completely naked but, well painted blue. You could see exactly where it stopped, you could see the ridge you could see even the slit some, so there was no question that I was cut and just how big around and long I was. Before it kinda showed how thick I was but with my skin you really couldn't see how long I was.
Now everyone could see I was real small!
None of this would have happened if it had not been for `Taking Back Control'
End Part: 1