A Middle Class Slave Revisited By Steam Train (steam_t2000@yahoo.com)
Chapter 3: The Power That Corrupts.
I followed Master back into the bedroom and he went straight to the large writing desk, picked up the phone and ordered his dinner. He ordered Lasagne, Greek salad and a glass of Shiraz for himself but to my disappointment Slave Chow and Spring Water, `Premium Foods' I suspected, for me.
I did get one thing though to look forward too with the meal. No sooner had Master placed his order, then, as if on queue my stomach rumbled. Master heard this and changed the order to include a selection of fruits as well. I could hope, fruit, it was something that was but a distant memory for me.
He then took me and pulled me into the big bed with him. The total luxury of the feel of the silken sheets on my naked body was a feeling I had not experienced for so long that I had forgotten just how good a bed could feel.
Unconsciously I moved my body around in my half of the bed totally enjoying the feel of the sheets on my skin. I blushed when I heard Masters chuckle as he sat on his side propped up on the pillows watching me in my self-indulgence.
"I can see your enjoying the bed Steve" Master stated.
"Yes Master, it's been so long, all the memories of my youth keep coming back with all these like new experiences. It has been so long Master I had almost forgotten what I was missing," I said.
As soon as I said that, I regretted it. The thought flashed through my mind of what Master Cal had said when they decided I had been in their bedroom too long back at Green Bay Farms.
"Once they stop thinking of themselves as slaves, and believe they can act like proper men, it's time to return them to slavery. It's kinder, otherwise the slave has to go through all the mental reorientation again, and then take a long time to settle back properly into slavery."
I mentally rebuked myself as a fool to have reminded Master of such things so early in our new relationship.
"Yes Steve I can well imagine how all these comforts of home remind you of what you have lost. I suppose that it is cruel of me, but Steve as I said, I am very compassionate if you do the right thing by me. Things like the luxury of this bed are all there for you as long as you serve me well".
"Thank you Master" was all I could bring myself to say; however in my mind it was more like .... `YES .... Finally .... My life might just be on the improve.
I couldn't help fidgeting with some excitement at my good fortune. As I did this my wrist chains rattled. Here in this new strange setting they seemed out of place and much more obvious than back in the barracks at the course.
Master heard the rattle and commented, "Steve, I have got to confess to you that I find most of your body ornamentation from the course a real turn on however some of them are not well suited to you being my sex slave. I need to keep you fit and in good physical condition and caddying sure does that for you, but these wrist chains are a nuisance" master said grabbing the chains that were welded in position around each of my wrists.
"I hate your Mohican hair cut too; it spoils your appearance as far as I am concerned Steve. I can put up with the tattooing on your body. It makes you look exotic I guess, though I am not personally into tattoos" Master continued.
Again I was beginning to feel like an item not a human being as Master continued his detailed discussion of my body. If I were a freeman, no one would tell you face to face, all your flaws like Master was doing.
"Thank heavens they changed the design of the chain "waistcoat" those couple of years back so that it is now removable, otherwise having sex with you would be so uncomfortable. I guess comfort isn't high on the list for slave requirements is it Steve?"
"Ummm no Master I guess not" I replied
Master then said, "I do however Steve, really like your one inch nipple rings and your cinch ring". As Master spoke, his hand drifted over and felt the smooth steel bracelet that was my cinch ring, it was about 1/4 inch thick, well in proportion to its 1 ¼ inch width, and the edges were neatly rounded. The ring pushed my dick and balls upwards and outwards, so that my dick was always projecting out in front of me even though I was not erect.
I moaned slightly as his fingers brushed my genitals and as always with me, my cock oozed a small drop of pre cum. Master brushed his fingers across my piss slit and the Prince Albert ring that was coming out of my piss slit and curving down to disappear behind the meaty flange of my cock, then took his finger and licked my cum.
"Mmmm not bad, not bad at all Steve, definitely premium quality" he said with a smile and a wink at me.
It was so nice to be making light conversation with someone again I couldn't help smiling back. An urge took me then and I reached over and quickly with my eyes closed I gave Master a kiss on the cheek.
Master quickly grabbed me and for a second I thought I had gone too far but no, he took me and returned the kiss with much more passion. Masters hands felt my nipple rings and stroked my nipples. He ran his finger round and round my nipples till I moaned in ecstasy and tried to bear the torture.
If master didn't already know he soon found out my secret. I have really sensitive nipples. I wanted to thrust his hands away, but he was Master and so I gritted my teeth and tried to bear it.
"Ah Steve the joys of absolute power, you hated that didn't you" Master said.
"I'm very sensitive around my nipples Master, I'm sorry I squirmed so much" I said.
In all my squirming at the nipple torture the sheets had slipped down and my cock was free to show that it was now totally erect.
"Well I can now see that maybe you didn't totally hate that after all," Master said with a big smile.
Before I could reply he grabbed me and we lay there on the bed entwined in each other's arms for some time, my chains rattling away, till there was a knock on the bedroom door that disturbed us.
"Master, your dinner" a male voice called out.
`Enter" Master replied.
An elderly slave entered carrying a large silver tray, followed by a younger male slave carrying a plastic tray. Both were dressed in a quite formal uniform though it was still open necked and comfortable looking.
I blushed profusely lying there naked in the bed before them.
Neither showed any emotion and the older slave presented the silver tray to master and the younger slave the plastic one to me. I sat it on my lap and sat up on the bed propped up by the pillows.
Both slaves took their position and awaited instruction.
Master spoke " Well Nigel what do you think of my latest purchase?"
I let out a soft gasp then blushed again, Master was asking a slave, Masters never asked Slaves about anything. Ok Master Booth had set new rules for the caddies at the club, but this was totally different, yet the reaction of Nigel and of Master immediately showed that it was not unusual in this household.
"Well Master, it looks like he is having a bad hair day" Nigel replied in a business like unemotional voice.
Master just burst out laughing, and I noticed the younger slave trying his hardest to retain his slave composure, but failing, resulting in his body jerking and him making suppressed gawks.
Master noticed the younger slaves dilemma and turning to Nigel said with a huge smile on his face, "This is all your fault Nigel, I blame you for Bentleys unslave like behaviour".
`With a wink to Master, Nigel replied "Yes sir I will take myself off to the slaves quarters and have Bentley punish me immediately. Will that be all Master?"
"Yes Nigel and thank you Bentley, I shan't be needing either you for a while, maybe not at all this evening" Master replied smiling in my direction and patting my shoulder.
My mind was racing through the significance of what I had just witnessed. Nigel showed respect for Master but no fear. That was obvious. Master in turn held Nigel in a special respect too even though he was a slave. Just as he was starting to treat me he obviously also treated Nigel and even the much younger Bentley.
After they had left, Master noticed I was just sitting there in bed, doing nothing whilst I thought these thoughts.
"What's wrong Steve?" he asked.
"Master do you treat all your slaves like you just treated Nigel and Bentley and like you have been treating me?' I asked.
"I try too Steve, why?"
"Well Master it's just so unusual. I mean I have seen thousands of Masters at the course. Some especially those from the south just treat us slaves like animals; others hardly acknowledge we are there. No one but you has ever bothered to speak to me with anything more than a command. Why do you treat us so Master?" I asked.
"Ahhhh Steve the fact you asked that question is the reason I do and also why I selected you to be here. It is also why Nigel and Benson are here in my service, along with all my other household slaves at all my other properties".
"There are slaves and then there are slaves, Steve. Have you ever tried having any sort of conversation with the majority of the Advice Caddies Steve?"
`Umm sort of master but most of us slaves have been enslaved for so long that nothing ever happens in our lives that is different so after a while there is nothing to talk about Master" I said.
`Maybe that is so Steve but I believe it is a lot more than that. The majority of slaves these days are either poorly educated criminals who can't be trusted or bred slaves. The bred slaves, well they are good for working and sex but they have no life experiences, no knowledge of how freemen talk and communicate. They can't read or write, they are Steve, in many ways just like you said, just one rung up the ladder from being an animal".
"Then there occasionally there are slaves like you. Educated, articulate but also able to work and provide sex" Master said.
"Steve just having sex whenever you want it might seem ok but believe me after a while you want more than sex, you want to lie in the arms of your lover and talk. Can you do that with your Matt? I don't think you can Steve, I know him, he has caddied for me and he unlike you, he fully accepts that he is a slave. He is happy and contented with his life because he knows nothing else. In fact if he were set free today, he would be back within the week begging to be enslaved. He knows nothing else" Master said.
`Steve if I find a slave that can be trusted, has character and potential, is educated and articulate; I try to gather them around me. I treat then with compassion, something that most have never experienced since being enslaved, in return they almost always return that compassion with extreme loyalty".
"I reward that loyalty Steve, but also if they abuse my trust, they will get no second chance. Their life will return to the drudgery of normal slavery" Master said.
"Take Nigel for instance. You feel distress and resentment Steve at your loss of status, but you were what, only 22 when you were enslaved? You had a good middle class life to look forward too, but you had not really experienced life, you were still young".
"Nigel was the Professor of Politics at a major University up north. A man of reputation and status in his community who was not afraid to stand up for his political beliefs. He was a campaigner for the abolition of Slavery and this got him many enemies".
"We all have our weaknesses though Steve, his was collecting Art Deco artefacts from the Twentieth Century. Nigel was innocent so he tells me and I believe him, yet he was found in possession of stolen Art Deco artefacts, convicted and sentenced to lifetime slavery.
He believes one or more of his fellow academics that despised his stance on slavery, prized his academic position and his office on the campus, set him up. Yes his actual physical office Steve, it can be the smallest pettiest thing that drives some people to commit a crime" Master said.
"One day the world at your feet, slaves of your own, a position of great respect, influence and power, the next you're a naked insignificant slave with no rights or power, not even the right to determine or influence what you will do or say. That's what happened to Nigel. I can't return his freedom but I can try to make his slavery bearable, just like I can yours Steve" Master said.
"It could happen to me Steve, I see it happen all the time to people from all walks of life. People who think it will never happen to them, that don't stop to see that the way they treat slaves could come back to haunt them one day".
"So Steve, why do I treat slave different to most?"
"Because I would like to be treated like I treat my slaves. Power corrupts Steve and absolute power corrupts absolutely, that I am sure of".
"In some aspects of life, and most definitely in the lives of my own slaves I have absolute power. I am constantly fighting the desire to use that absolute power for my own total gratification".
"I fight that battle every day Steve and so far I have won. But it is a battle Steve. I could just as well decide to treat all my slaves like most other slave owners do. I know if I am ever enslaved I won't be treated like I treat mine but still I refuse to give in totally to that lack of basic moral decency".
"Now enough of my lecturing Steve, lets eat," Master concluded.
We sat there after that in the bed and ate in silence, but as I did so I thought through all Master had said. It made a lot of sense. Even what he said about Matt. He was my lover but that was all, we had passionate sex and it was wonderful but that was it, we didn't talk much, yes we were too tired and there was nothing much to talk about but behind that facade I knew deep down that Matt just was not capable of carrying on any meaningful in depth conversation, I had tried and given up on that.
I had put the thoughts that master had raised again out of my mind for a long time now, but yes, Master was right there really is more to a relationship than just the pure sexual experience.
I began to feel very guilty, as if I was betraying Matt by thinking these thoughts. For all Matt's shortcomings he was a worldly-wise person, especially when it came to the world of slaves. If it had not been for him I know I would not have survived as a slave without far more punishment, before I learnt my place in life.
I didn't know how I was going deal with this new complication in my life. One of the few advantages of being a slave was that you didn't have to worry about things. Your life was totally controlled and regulated. Now I was starting to worry about relationships and that was not pleasant or desired.
Master I think read my mind and could tell I was thinking over what he had just said. He said nothing for a while as I ate and thought through his comments. Then to break me out of my thoughts he asked, "Hows the chow Steve?"
Ok I thought, you raised the topic Master and it seemed to me that I had quite a bit of freedom here in the bedroom to say what I thought so I said `As chow goes it's ok Master, but I'm sure your Lasagne and Salad is a lot more tastier".
Master ignored my obvious bait and replied, "Glad you liked it Steve, it's our top of the range slave chow. It doesn't sell the huge amounts our budget ranges sell but this chow has added ingredients and vitamins to enhance your health Steve".
I guess I was emboldened in my new freedom and without thinking I said, "Added flavours Master have you ever tried eating a whole meal of any slave chow Master, even this one?"
Master looked at me and I saw the colour of his face change with a pink flush spreading across it and a tensing of his facial muscles.
Quickly I said, "I'm sorry Master I forgot my place"
"No Steve, I am master and I make the rules and the rule here in my bedroom when only you and I are present is that you are free to speak. I didn't like the way you said that to me, but that's my problem not yours. I am a hands on type of guy, and your right I have only sampled a small sample of any of our slave chows. What your saying is that my Lab staff and I should eat more our products, full servings not a small sample servings".
"Of course Steve the economic reality is that the vast majority of Slave owners want value for money. Keep their slave assets healthy for the best price, that's what they are after. They don't care what the chow tastes like. The slave's opinion of the chow doesn't even rate a consideration".
"However Steve you have given me a thought. Our `Gold Label' slave chow is aimed at a different market and it doesn't sell as well as it should. There are more things than just added ingredients and vitamins we need to look at. What flavours appeal to you slaves, we need to research this and then maybe our sales will improve. You can be one our test slaves Steve, how about that honour?"
"Thank you Master" I replied.
`Gee Steve you don't need to sound so enthusiastic about your possible new role" Master replied with a smile.
"Sorry Master I was just thinking of all the unsatisfactory flavours that I might have to sample and reject" I replied keeping a straight face.
"Oh is that so, well I was going to give you a taste of this strawberry, just to see if your taste buds are still functioning properly, but I guess seeing you so unenthusiastic you wont want to sample it" Master said.
He took the huge plump deep red Strawberry and held it under my nose and in front of my mouth.
I didn't hesitate, I bit with great anticipation into its lush flesh. The juice escaped, the flavours caressed my taste buds, the aroma spread through my nostrils. It was heaven. For so long I had eaten nothing but slave chow. I had forgotten what true flavour was. It was like a drug pulsing through my vanes.
It was also very sensual, Master holding the fruit to my mouth, me eating the fruit then licking his fingers. Savouring the last lingering tastes of the strawberry. Master could sense that more than my taste buds were being aroused. The peculiar angle of my tray tilting on my lap in front of me was a dead give away.
End Chapter 3 (Part 12 Continuance of Original)