A Middle Class Slave Revisited By Steam Train (steam_t2000@yahoo.com)
Chapter 12: Out of my life.
That night dinner was served in the formal dining room and I felt shame and enormous embarrassment serving at the dining table that night.
I admit that that night my slave feeling failed me in the midst of my own family. Along with Mr Morris, I had to serve table to my parents and brothers. I watched as they ate the best foods Master could supply and drank the finest wines from his Napa Valley Estate.
I felt they were uncomfortable with proceedings and all of them at various times kept glancing over to where I was standing when I was not serving.
Master sensed their unease and said; "I know you all find this uncomfortable with your own son or brother serving on your every need. Steve however needs to go through this experience. He is a slave and always will be. He needs to come to terms with the fact that when he is in public with you, that you are free citizens and he is a slave. As much as all of you, Steve included find this very uncomfortable this is the reality of Steve's existence. You know this I know this and Steve knows this. What we all have to do is accept this fact and then help Steve get on with his life".
Master then went on with dinner as if nothing was any different from having normal guests over. I was just any slave serving table. I was ignored and the conversation continued around the table as if I was invisible. Personally I had this feeling of utter worthlessness, I was a nothing, I had ruined my own life, I blamed myself and what little self esteem I had plummeted further that night.
Mr Morris and I served coffee and port in the formal lounge and I retired into the slave's nook in the wall. I don't know how I had expected to be treated that night. I hadn't really thought things through. What Master had said at the dinner table made complete sense but standing out of the way in the slave nook, I had to really work at keeping my slave feeling under control. I was sorely tempted on a number of occasions to interrupt and join in their polite conversations but I didn't.
My mother was the first to suggest bed and the others soon agreed it had been an emotionally draining day.
Master shocked me and I suspect my whole family by casually telling them all that he hoped it had not been too draining on me. He said he wanted some relaxing sexual pleasure before he settled down to sleep. When they all looked at him with questioning expressions he told them that the nights when he was in residence I was his bed slave.
"That's one advantage of slavery I can appreciate" Bill said thankfully lightening up the situation. I noticed though that mum and dad did not laugh or smile.
Master used me for over an hour and a half that night. I was very exhausted but Master wouldn't take no for an answer and I think he was a little less gentle than normal, just to show his mild displeasure at my lack of vigour and enthusiasm.
In the morning after breakfast I was preparing to drive Master, my father and my brothers to Piney Hills for their round of golf when Mr Morris informed me I was to stay with my mother and keep her company.
It had been years since I had never caddied for Master at Piney Hills. Being supplanted like this was a blow to my status, however I also felt some relief. Being Masters caddy could also have been very degrading in front of my family. I think Master sensed this and made the change.
I was very forward for a slave as I helped Master load his golf equipment into the mini van. I asked Master "Please Master guide them to use the advice caddies please, I don't want my brothers and father using the naked caddies".
"Oh Steve, your such a prude, as I always tell you, don't worry, leave that to me" Master replied.
Josh drove them to the course and I spent the morning talking with my mother. We talked about all sorts of things but it was mum who raised the issue of the dinner last night and how I felt serving them. I told her honestly.
Funny when I was younger I could never really open up to her or dad, now it was all different. She even asked me would I prefer it if they never came back to see me. She said they would understand why and stay away if I was just too embarrassed with my slave status to want to be seen like that in front of them.
I left her in no doubt that I was a good slave and proud of it. I wanted them to come back if Master would allow it and I would willingly serve them as a slave. I told mum it was a special pleasure for me to do so.
I spent the early afternoon after the men returned from golf in the formal lounge and then the garden with my family. Again Master gave me permission to not work that afternoon.
Later that afternoon Bill asked if my parents would mind if Mike and he could have some time alone with me. They took me back off to the house as Mr Morris fussed over my parents in the garden.
When we arrived in Mikes guest room Bill said, "Little bro we need to get to know you a lot better than we have ever in the past. In my position as a Judge and Mikes as a Senator we are very much in the public eye. Even slaves can be bribed to talk to the media in return for favours. But down here in the privacy of your Masters residence we have found the perfect slave to satisfy our desires. Steve we want to make up for all those years that you missed out on our brotherly love".
I offered no resistance. As a slave I was not allowed to anyway but it didn't matter in this case I wanted to bond fully with my brothers. In the privacy of the bedroom I asked only for one thing.
"Guys I ask only for one thing. If you really want to make it up to me, treat me like your brother not a slave within the four walls of this room".
"We would have it no other way little brother Bill replied, right Mike?"
"Absolutely" Mike replied.
They stripped me the pair of them, stopping to comment on my ornamentation and laughed about the fact that I definitely wasn't the little brother when it came to family endowments. Poor Bill coped the brunt of Mike's jibes on that score.
They traced their fingers along my tattoo lines and felt my body piercings. The two really big, heavy inch in diameter nipple rings, the inch and a quarter by a quarter inch thick smooth steel cinch ring. My 'Prince Albert Ring, a large, heavy steel ring that came out of my piss slit and curved down to disappear behind the meaty flange of my circumcised penis.
My brothers were in awe of my piercings. They stood back for some time and just took the sight in.
"Man you've got a good body brother. Not an ounce of fat on you. You're so tight its awesome! It says something for slavery," Mike said.
"Your cut Steve? We are not and I don't recall you being cut when you were a baby," Bill asked.
Blushing slightly I told them how my previous owners had circumcised me in their bedroom without any anaesthetic"
"Man that must have hurt" Bill blurted out.
"In more ways than one Bill, it's like loosing a close friend" I replied honestly.
Taking the initiative I undressed both my brothers and went down on my knees and began to suck Mike's cock.
"Hey what about me" Bill protested.
"Age before beauty" I replied.
"And size" Mike added with a smirk.
We all laughed.
We had a great time that afternoon. My love for my brothers had been but a nebulous thing until that afternoon.
Now I knew why Mike and Bill had gotten on so well. Finally we were true brothers. I was part of their love life if for so ever a brief interlude. Our relationship would never be the same again.
Dinner that second night was much better for me. I had worked through my thoughts and attitudes to my family. I realised that in private I was their son and brother and they treated me as such, but in public I was a slave. I was totally content now with that situation. Both they and I understood fully where we stood.
The next morning Master had Josh drive them back to the airport. He said it was better I said my goodbyes in the privacy of the house out of sight of prying eyes. One of the older indentured boys accompanied Josh to help with the luggage.
It was an emotional farewell. I soon decided Master was correct again in his decision. Just before they all walked out to the mini bus Master told my family that they were free to accompany him down and visit me any time they choose, they were just to contact him in advance.
In practise this turned out to be about once every six months though my brothers were not always able to make it as regularly. Sometimes one would, sometimes none and occasionally both. These were the best visits as they lead too much fun in the privacy of my brother's bedrooms.
Life went back to a normal routine after that until June and the end of Josh's schooling came around.
I had been dreading this moment but time stands still for no one.
That young prepubescent boy had grown into a perfect specimen of a man. Not just in body but in manners, knowledge and attitude.
I was so proud of him, he was like the son I would never have.
I did not sleep with Master on Josh's last night. Master out of absolute kindness gave me permission to sleep with Josh.
After we had dined at Masters table, we were allowed as a special treat to sleep in the main guest room of the residence for the night.
When he was sixteen Josh had told his father he was gay. It was not well received at first, though by now their relationship was back to normal if not improved from where it had been when he first told them of his sexuality.
Mr Woods had claimed he had not expected that his son would be subject to the sexual usages a slave is put too. Josh told him he had selective memory!
Josh remembered quite clearly Master informing him in front of his dad that Josh would be treated in all ways just like a slave. Josh had told his dad he knew better than most what that meant. If he choose to ignore it, that was his problem.
Josh went on to tell his dad all about him and me. How he had made all the advances on me and how it had taken some time before I was prepared to allow Josh what he wanted. Josh told his dad he knew he was gay from an early age, he just wasn't man enough at the time to stand up in front of his dad and `come out'.
Now Mr and Mrs Woods were standing in Masters formal lounge along with Josh's brother Ben who was now twenty and his sister Ashleigh who I hadn't seen since that fateful day nearly five years ago and was now at twenty three married and very obviously pregnant with her first child.
Her husband by his accent a southern gentlemen looked very uncomfortable standing besides her. He clearly didn't want to be there associating with anything to do with slaves.
I had said all my goodbyes the night before in bed with Josh. I hoped I had shed all my tears of grief and joy. I suspected I had not.
Master handed Josh his release from indenture and then his scholarship to college.
I was so proud. Everyone was proud except perhaps for Ashleigh's husband.
I took my slave position at the front door in honour of my student, my friend, and my lover. I felt my heart was going to stop beating. There was this enormous tension across my chest. I felt I was labouring just to breathe.
Josh came to me like Brett before him and raised my head.
Unlike Brett he kissed me passionately there before all his family and the household slaves and told all who were listening to bear witness that he would find a way to again be with his one true love.
As Josh walked out of my life and back into freedom he did not look back but strode purposefully to the waiting car and joined by his brother he drove off down the gravel drive. I watched till there was nothing left to see but the scattering dust, then I broke down completely.
I had to be assisted back into the slave quarters where Margaret and Anna swooned and fussed over me making me drink a hot cup of some of Masters finest Ceylon tea, regardless of Master s permission to use it!
I slept with Master that night and it was very comforting, however the next night after Master had flown away it was terrible. I kept waking expecting Josh to come in and join me. I longed for the feel of Josh's body snugly cuddling into my body.
The next night like the night before I lay there in bed unable to sleep till the early hours of the morning, wondering what Josh in his new found freedom was doing, when I heard the door to my room open just like Josh used to do.
"Who's there?" I asked peering into the gloom.
There was no answer then I felt a body lower itself next to me. Nothing needed to be said, I knew that feel. I was intimate with every aspect of that body.
"I couldn't sleep" was all the body said.
"Nor could I Josh" I replied.
"I love you Steve I can't get by without you" Josh said.
"I love you too Josh and I didn't know how I was going to get by without you" I said.
That night we made love like two long lost lovers freshly reunited. Not like two guys who had only been two nights apart.
The consequences of Josh's love for me were such that his life changed to accommodate me. Master out of kindness and compassion allowed all this to happen.
Josh decided to study for his undergraduate degree locally. Master and Josh's family tried to convince him that he would be better off going north to college. He refused point blank saying that if he wasn't near me he would pine and his studies would suffer and besides the local University was well regarded as one of the premier learning centres in the South.
So it came to pass that Josh moved in permanently to one of the guest rooms in the residence. Master gave permission for me to visit him and he to visit me. I now had twenty indentured slaves to look after and because of this on most nights it was Josh who came over and bunked with me after he completed his study.
The quietness and solitude of the residence he found a real bonus in assisting him achieve high distinctions. He constantly thanked me for the tough discipline that allowed him to concentrate so well on the tasks at hand.
Life resumed it's normal routine and continued that way for the next three years. At the beginning of Josh's fourth and last year of college study for his undergraduate degree, the year I turned forty, changes again occurred to my life as a slave.
Master was now only coming down to the plant for two days a month.
As we lay in bed one Tuesday night talking after Master had had his sexual relief he bought up my bodily appearance and how my body was spoilt as far as he was concerned by all the tattoos that had been applied at Piney Hills.
By the time we settled down to sleep that night Master had already emailed a note to Mr Anderson to arrange for me to receive laser treatment to remove all my tattoos.
It took nearly six months of regular treatment before all the extensive tattooing on my body was removed. I had expected it to be a painful experience but it was not, the laser felt like the snapping of a rubber band against my skin, nothing more.
I had also expected that I would be left with scarring and disfigurement of my skin, but this was not the case. There was no damage to the formally pigmented skin or the normal skin surrounding the tattooed area.
The treatment obviously cost Master a lot of money, as it was performed not by a Veterinarian, there were none locally with this skill or equipment, not even in the State Capital as there was normally no call for this service for slaves.
Mr Anderson found a Specialist Doctor who treated me after hours so as not to distress all those nice free citizens he usually treated at his practice, at of course a premium after hours fee.
The technician who assisted the Doctor told me that tattoos appear under a microscope as tiny granules of colour pigment. These granules are located in a skin cell known as a macrophage. Macrophages normally remove foreign objects for example, bacteria from the body. The pigment that has caused the tattoo 'freezes' the macrophage cell so that it can't do its job. As a result, the pigment remains in the skin and the tattoo becomes permanent.
The `Q-Switched Yag Laser', which the Doctor used on me, was designed especially for removing blue/black tattoo pigments.
The technician told me it worked by penetrating the skin and breaking up the tattoo pigments into smaller pieces. The macrophage skin cells were then able to clear these smaller pigments from the skin.
Master followed the results closely every monthly visit. The tattoos took months to fade after treatment.
When they had completely faded Master pronounced me far sexier looking with clear skin than with my previously heavily tattooed body. He then decided he found me more and more erotic the closer I got to looking like a freeman again.
For the next step in my transformation Master ordered my nipple rings, Prince Albert ring and cinch ring all to be removed in readiness for the final treatment that Master had decided I needed to complete my transformation.
In their place Master gave me on his next visit in the privacy of his own bedroom an expensive slimline platinum collar.
The unusual thing about this collar was that it hinged at the back and clicked together in the front into a small ornate clasp discreetly depicting at close scrutiny Master fucking me. It was not lockable. Master told me I had earned his trust. I was to wear it in public and that in private I was free to take it off just like a necklace.
Engraved on the left side were Masters details, Property of W. C. Booth RSO149478504, his federally registered slave owners number and on the right side Presented to Steven Wright 701605 for Loyal Servitude'.
To complete my transformation into looking as close to a freeman as possible Master ordered Mr Anderson to organise for me to have skin grafts on my arse and biceps to remove the Green Bay Farms branding and my slave number branded on my bicep.
This was a painful experience. Not the actual grafting as this was done under anaesthetic but my skin took a long time to heal and even when I left the hospital.
Master made me pretend whilst I was in Hospital that I was a freeman so I could obtain treatment. It was some experience after all these years to be called sir' by the nursing staff and even master' by the hospital slaves. Josh visited me regularly and informed me that master had told him to remind me not to forget what I was or enjoy the pampering too much
When I returned to the residence I required daily attention from the factories nurse in dressing and cleaning the skin grafts and the area on my other buttock where they removed the skin for the graft.
Unlike the laser treatment the skin grafts left some minor scarring but Master again was very satisfied with my appearance when I had finally all healed up.
On their next visit my parents in particular were over the moon with my new look. My brothers', well they had mixed opinions. They felt better that I looked like a normal man however they missed all my ornamentation especially my rings.
Josh graduated in June with high honors from his undergraduate course. Like Master he found my normal naked body look a real turn on. For both him and Master I usually took off my collar and lay totally naked with them. In bed I now really felt like a freeman again for the first time in many years, the reality set in when I stepped back into the real world.
Josh continued his studies immediately after completing his Undergraduate degree. Master agreeing to funded his studies for his Juris Doctor degree in Law for the next year
For all of you who think our relationship was all bliss well I can confess that it wasn't. Josh was free and I wasn't that caused the odd problem from time to time. On one memorable occasion he actually ordered' me to clean up his room for him. I was a very moody slave to MASTER Josh that night. On another occasion he complained that I was only paying him lip service and that I had lost my love for him and ordered' me to love him!!!!!
These lovers tiffs aside my relationship with Josh grew stronger and deeper as the years progressed.
During one of Masters visits near the end of Josh's second year of legal studies, Master informed me he was planning major changes in the structure of the household.
What a major surprise they turned out to be over the next year of my life!
End Chapter 12 (Part 21 Continuance of Original)