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Corporate Slavery, Chapter 7
With david and richard in tow, I was entering the club for the Rules Committee Meeting where my suggestion on creating areas for slaves to be used was to be read and voted on. I knew it was only a formality at this point. I was expecting a unanimous consent, but you never know until it's done.
I waited patiently in the committee room with a cigar in my hand and david kneeling as my ashtray. I must admit, I didn't realize how much this committee actually did. Most of the rule changes were meaningless in the overall scheme of things. One rule change that didn't pass was a dress code change allowing members to wear less formal attire inside the club. Suits must still be worn but I wear one most of the time anyway when I leave the house.
Another change that was read and rejected was for the serving staff to be replaced by slaves owned by the club. I liked the idea of that, but the club owning slaves could cause a whole lot of scrutiny and legal issues and I agree with the decision to not move forward with that.
There is something else that comes with this decision, right now only the wealthiest individuals and companies own slaves. This is because of all the costs involved and the average person can't afford it. It is not that the average person doesn't want to own a slave. Owning a slave can greatly improve your lifestyle. And for larger corporations, slaves can be bought and sold as assets as well as doing the jobs that no free person is willing to do.
Government owned slaves are used for manual labor, clerical duties, and meaningless tasks and are usually the result of court ordered slavery and then the slave not being bought at auction. With no buyers, and since a court decided a case long ago that slaves belong to the government when the cause of the slavery is court ordered, (Thanks to a lawsuit about who paid for the slave's training and processing if a slave went unpurchased.) Unpurchased slaves go back to the government to pay off their debts or judgements.
There are a lot of rules regarding the slave's welfare. Which in my opinion is a joke. Slaves are property but they must be "fed and maintained" within "minimal" guidelines. Yearly checkups, medical exams, and testing must be met.
Now I make david eat cigar butts, have wrecked bitch's cunt, and use all three slaves as toilets, so how could they possibly pass a physical? Easy, I pay off the doctor, which is what most wealthy owners do. While the government requires all these things, they don't provide any oversight on how they are done.
But if the club were to own slaves, it would be put it in the position of having to house and care for them. Those are expenses that the club doesn't need. It would also put a lot of people out of work, which could cause some backlash and we, the members, would prefer not to have our activities at the club put under a microscope. There are more deals and business done in the club than we want made public. And if this rule change of mine is approved, there might be more than that going on and we really don't want that to be put under prying eyes.
But now my rule change was up for discussion, so my attention was brought back to the committee. Watching intently, I listened to the rule change as read. Then without any real discussion the change was voted on and got unanimous consent causing a few members of the audience to balk. That's when Mr. Tiddleson spoke up and reminded everyone that the change still needed to pass the Executive Committee and that everyone would have a chance to voice their opinion.
So, after about two months of work, I was past the first hurtle.
I nodded when the members of the board looked my way. Then I got up and, with slaves following me, left the room with what I am sure was an evil grin on my face.
Before leaving the club, Mr. Tiddleson approached me and asked to talk to me in private.
We went to one of the private meeting rooms off the main library and I sat down in one of the large leather wingback chairs with Mr. Tiddleson sitting next to me.
I needed a cigar and offered one to Mr. Tiddleson, Max. Max looked more relaxed this time and after allowing david to light his cigar he casually fondled david's cock and balls.
"Would you like to inspect david more thoroughly?" I grinned around my cigar as the smoke drifted up.
Standing up, david took the appropriate position with its legs spread wide and hands behind its back.
Max reached up the leg of david's tiny loin cloth that it had to wear in the club and quickly found the chastity cage that I keep david in most of the time.
"I assume this is removable?" Max said.
It took me a second to realize what he was asking. I prefer the slaves in chastity, but I guess Max wanted to either beat or abuse david's worthless cock while it was accompanying Max on his trip.
"I can have david unlocked and freshened up before the trip if you like." I said around my cigar. "But I shouldn't have to tell you that I want it returned intact and undamaged."
"Oh, I would never return a slave in a state less than I borrowed it in." Max smiled.
"When do you need the slave?" I glanced over and Max's hand was slowly coming down the inside leg of david and the look on david's face was somewhere between pleading and pure fear.
"Can you have the slave delivered to me tomorrow before lunch?" Max's gaze never left david's body.
I nodded and leaned back watching Max size up david like a lion eyeing up a gazelle and enjoyed the show.
In the morning, I made a rush appointment to have david groomed and then delivered, with a small case that included the bdsm harness, the code for its chastity devise, and a few toys I thought might interest Max. It was to be gone for a week, so bitch was going to have to fill in for david as my primary ashtray.
I could tell by david's attitude and expressions that it wasn't happy at being whored out to Max for the vote. But that's what slaves are, things to be used to advance my position and power. I'm sure david will come back sore and well used.
My meeting with mikey's trainer was this week and my chance to pop its cherry before the anal training started. I had hoped for all of mikey's family to be there to watch the cherry pop, but david was going to miss it. My consolation was that bitch would watch me slam that cherry open.
So, the day of the meeting came, and I got the Slave Training facility early for the meeting. To my surprise there were three trainers there along with the head trainer. They had mikey restrained and gagged in a chair in the corner.
Over the course of the next hour, they laid out their case as to why mikey should be castrated and sent to a labor farm. While I smoked my cigar and used the kneeling bitch's mouth for my ashes, I allowed richard to be used by the trainers. Afterall with the stories that I was listening too I figured I owed them.
While watching richard bounce on a trainer's large cock out of the corner of my eye, I heard how mikey had conned another slave trainee into doing mikey's daily chores for over a week. Every slave is given chores to help with its transition to property and to maintain the cleanliness of the facility. Now mikey's chore was easy enough, to clean the floors in one of the processing rooms. Apparently mikey only did it once, during which it stole a pass key that was left against facility rules. After that, mikey had conned another slave who had the room next to it, to clean both floors.
With richard being throat fucked to the point of drool strings all the way to the floor, I heard how mikey had gotten even with one of the piss trainers by stealing his thermos and pouring out the trainer's sport drink, then refilled it with its own piss. If it weren't for mikey's laughing and post drinking taunts, it might have gotten away with it. But mikey couldn't keep his mouth shut and the guards had wanted to beat mikey severely and were only stopped by the head trainer and the fact that I owned the slave and the facility.
The head trainer had richard under his desk, a normal position for richard, while he was explaining to me that mikey had been caught getting its cock sucked by an older slave. When the older slave was questioned, it came out that mikey had used the slave over the course of two weeks to get itself off. Not only was this wildly against the rules, but it also showed that mikey was smart. It took ingenuity to bypass the safeguards that were in place to prevent a slave from jacking off by having another slave suck it off. And it took a great awareness of schedules and personnel movements to find times and places to make it happen.
Through a battery of tests, it was determined that mikey was both a very high sex drive, even for a teenager, and was highly intelligent. If mikey hadn't been a slave, it would have possibly been a candidate for Mensa. But unfortunately, you must be a person, a free person, to be a member of anything and slaves are property.
During all this I had been smoking a cigar and using bitch as my ashtray and watching how bitch lit up every time praise was given to mikey. On the other hand, richard would get an annoyed, almost defeated look, every time something good was said about mikey. I was growing to think mikey could be more use to me as an assistant than as a slave.
Now there are ways for a slave to become free. The easiest is that the owner petitions the court to reinstate the slave's rights as a free person. It's not unheard of but also not done often as the court must weigh the reason for the enslavement. against the benefit to society the slave could be. In most cases the slave is seen as more valuable to society being removed from it so that is a hard sell.
A slave can be freed if it has fully repaid its debt to the state or individual. This too almost never happens because once a slave is sold as property it can no longer earn money. And even if it did, the owner can access fees for maintenance and upkeep while it was property. So, while it is possible, it is improbable.
The last way is for the court to go back and find fault with the original judgement and erase the judgement. In over a hundred years of the slave court rulings, I think it has happened once. Rarely will the court admit fault.
While all of this is flashing through my mind, the head trainer is still making his case for mikey's removal. But I think I want more time. I stood up and let everyone know I need to place a phone call and will return shortly. The head trainer tried to stand but couldn't with richard's head in his lap under the desk, so I turn and leave the room taking one last look at mikey, tied in the chair.
A quick call to my lawyer and I had a plan.
I reentered the room, bitch still kneeling next to the chair but richard was now on the last trainer's cock, sitting on his lap and the muscular trainer lifting the slave up and down on his cock like some jack off toy. In the corner, mikey was watching richard and it was hard to tell if it was a smirk or grimace with the gag in its mouth.
"Can you arrange a private room for me to talk with the slave?" I asked.
The trainers all looked at each other with puzzled expressions and it was the head trainer that finally stood up and said of course they could arrange it.
As I was leaving the room I stopped and handed each of the trainers a Cuban cigar and told them that the bitch and richard were there for their use and to keep bitch and richard busy for me while I spoke with mikey. Of course, I could only imagine the hell that the two slaves were in for, but that's the point. I wanted bitch humiliated and degraded, and richard was just collateral damage.
Once in the room with mikey I had the guard untie and ungag it so we could speak. The conversation wasn't groundbreaking or anything, but I got the information and answers I wanted. The slave was clearly the most intelligent member of its family. It was motivated and when asked about its relationship with its brothers it clearly had a chip on its shoulder and mikey resented them for all the advantages they had before becoming slaves. It was also clear that mikey hated its father.
So, I took a gamble and offered mikey the position of my professional assistant.
I would need to talk with the lawyers more, but this would mean that mikey would leave the slave training facility and go to a business school for further training. It also meant mikey would be given some latitude in its life, but for now, would still be an owned slave so it would have very strict rules to follow.
Now mikey was no fool so it took the position.
There were going to be a few wheels to grease to get this done but if I got my way, this was going to turn out even better than I could have ever hoped for.
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