A Middle Class Slave Revisited By Steam Train (steam_t2000@yahoo.com)
Chapter 4: Cruel to be kind.
After eating my share of the strawberries, grapes and a banana, I was very contented. Master had me place the trays on the side tables then hop back into bed with him. The flavours of the fruit lingered in my mouth, but those same flavours also helped to depress me slightly. I guess it showed because Master now asked, "Now what's wrong Steve?"
"I'm sorry Master it's not that I am unappreciative, just the opposite. It is just that the joys of eating this fruit highlights what I have lost in my life by one foolish act Master".
"Can you cope with these reminders Steve or should I go back to treating you like any other slave?" Master asked.
"Master you can't imagine how much these special things mean to me. Please I will serve you to my fullest ability Master just as you expect and if you grant me special treats Master I shall ever be in your debt" I almost begged".
`Master smiled momentarily then his face turned serious. Then he said, "That is why I offer these treats Steve, however the fact that they still remind you of a life that is no longer possible is a real worry to me Steve".
His next comments sent fear racing through my vanes, "I believe every slave needs a good flogging from his new Master, mainly so they will not take advantage of my generosity and compassion but in your case a flogging will also help you put those thoughts of your previous life out of your mind forever. It will help you get what the textbooks on slave training call that `slave feeling'. I need to ensure that you are stripped of any illusion that your position of intimacy with me will keep you safe from the whip no matter what you do or what your attitude is".
I gasped and obviously had a look of total shock and terror on my face.
"It sounds to me like you are ready and willingly to serve me Steve, you just need one lifetime memory reminder of who is the Master and who is the slave" Master said.
"Master please what did I do. Please tell me Master, please, I won't do it again," I begged with fear in every syllable.
"Oh you have done nothing to displease me Steve, on the contrary tonight has gone better than I expected. No it's just that as a slave owner the whip is the great divider between slave and freeman. I have no time for Masters who refuse to use it, anymore than I have with those who use it too frequently. I am always being told my holistic approach will not work with slaves. That all the guidebooks tell that close supervision, strict adherence to the rules, and rapid punishments are the best tools, especially for male slaves.
I have learnt Steve that there is more to being a master than willpower and the exercise of absolute authority. There is the obligation to built loyalty, hard work and devotion in my slaves. First you need to realise that I am Master and that I will punish you if you err without a thought for your pain or suffering. Second you will realise that total devotion, loyalty and hard work as a slave is rewarded in my household. It is a hard lesson and one I must constantly urge myself on too perform, but perform my duty as a good Master I shall.
I was aghast; Master Booth had seemed so nice, so compassionate. I was furious at him and his arrogant attitude towards punishing me. All my years of slave training came to nothing as I delivered a tirade of abuse at him.
"Fuck you, fuck you FUCK YOU !!!!" I yelled.
"You call yourself a compassionate Master, your worse than all those other Masters, at least with them you know where you stand. I have done nothing wrong, I was willing to serve you my hardest, your kindness was forcing me to do whatever you desired, and for this you want to flog me. Go ahead then, flog me. Fuck I don't care what you do, because it is now obvious that you care fuck all about me". I continued to yell.
"How dare you, how dare you speak to your Master like that, you insolent unappreciative excuse for a slave, you deserve a flogging and a good one at that" Master yelled.
"What's wrong, can't take the truth when it's thrown in your face? You made the rules for the bedroom Master. You were so right, absolute power corrupts absolutely," I stated with disgust.
Master took a deep breath trying to keep his own temper in check and then very slowly and with great control said, "Yes .... I .... made .... the .... rules .... for .... the .... bedroom .... Steve, but most slaves know when to stop, you're not a proper slave, you think you are, but you have never totally lost your freeman ways".
"It is my role as your Master to see that you do loose those last vestiges of your previous life. You can't cling on to them anymore Steve. You are a slave; you have to learn what it is to be a slave because you will be a slave till you die" Master continued.
"I do not have absolute power over you. I cannot free you. So I owe it to you as your Master to remove the last of this resentment to your slave status that you have just shown" Master said still trying to suppress his anger at me.
"Contrary to the common belief that a slave's training is all about instilling instant obedience and terrorizing him with pain and crushing his spirit, I actually encourage a slave to reveal his true self as you just did, so that I can gauge what he has to offer. I do not usually punish outbursts of anger and resentment so long as they are not directed personally at me. Your outburst however was directed personally at me, it is the uppity and the sulky natured slaves like you just revealed yourself to be, that find themselves tied to the rack and flogged Steve" Master said.
Fear at what master had in his mind gripped me totally and I begged, "Master no please, I don't want to be flogged. I know I was out of line to talk to my Master like that, but please Master you encouraged me to talk, now I am to be punished because of that".
"Steve you still don't get it do you. I like you Steve; and I especially love your body. But Steve you're a slave, always will be. I am prepared to treat you better than most Masters, but you therefore have to learn just what you truly are. What would happen to all my personal slaves if I died next month or was enslaved? I tell you what Steve, they would be sold. Now they are all that well trained and have that `slave feeling' that I know they would survive".
"All my personal slaves have been flogged when they first arrived. You think you are badly done by Steve, let me tell you Nigel came from owning his own slaves, training and punishing them to being on the receiving end of similar training and punishment, all within a week. You Steve unlike him have served in a coffle, you are almost there, and you know the drudgery of that existence. I can offer you more, lots more. Much more also than your life at Piney Hills would have been, but I owe it to you Steve to ensure that if anything happened to me that you would survive as a slave".
"If I give you the little extras that all intelligent slaves like then I need to know that you are under no illusions about what you really are even though I may treat you differently. That's why I have to flog you Steve. I am sorry, all the others hated it too, but I will let you talk to then first before I have you flogged. You will see that they now appreciate what that flogging did for them. They all now have that `slave feeling'".
I cried, I was ashamed, but I cried. Me a grown man in his early thirties reduced to a bawling child. I was scared, shit scared. Master was determined to have me flogged; he believed it was in my own best interest. My anger and resentment turned to cold hard fear. I had seen what happened to slaves who were flogged.
I begged piteously for Masters mercy and buried my head into his chest and cried my eyes out. I was so fearful.
Master stroked my back and gently whispered to me now that all his anger had subsided, "See Steve, you are beginning to totally accept that you are a slave, a nothing, a piece of property, an owned object to be used, or misused. I wont do that to you Steve after this flogging unless you do wrong. But Steve you have to face the reality that I wont always be around. You need this flogging Steve to build that `slave feeling' within you, so that it is there if you ever need it. Deep down you know this and I know this too Steve".
I lay there sobbing away in my misery for an awful long time. Master did not attempt to hurry me up or to use me for any type of sexual pleasure. He acted more like a loving father caressing me and showing his love for me even though he was the one ordering my punishment. Within the hour my hatred for him was lost totally and instead a new even deeper longing and need to love and serve Master flowed over me. I had never felt that I could face my fears so stoically but I was.
I didn't sleep well that night. My mind was still in turmoil even though I was now totally accepting of my Masters wish. The warmth of his sweet smelling body against mine was very comforting even though I lay there long after Master had drifted off to sleep.
In the morning I awake alone in Masters bed. Master was dressed and sitting at his desk using a computer. I was intrigued at this sight. It had been ten years I guess since I had access to a computer and the Internet. I had forgotten I realised how to use a computer. I knew from signs at the Golf Course that my ability to read had slowed down too. As a slave you just didn't get the chance to practise those skills that had been drummed into you at school and college.
I sat up in bed after a while so as to get Masters attention without disturbing him.
"Good morning Steve, sleep well?" Master said.
"Yes thank you Master" I lied.
"Your not a good liar Steve, you tossed and turned all night. I am sorry I spoilt your sleep, but I needed to get the worst part of my ownership of you out in the open for you as soon as possible" Master said.
I will be going down stairs soon for breakfast you shall accompany me. I have breakfast every morning whilst I am here with my personal staff. You're to be part of that staff so you get to join us. I will arrange for you to talk to Nigel about that `Slave Feeling' and I hope this helps you. As you now know Nigel, who by the way out of respect for his position as the senior house slave you will call Mr Morris, is a very clever and articulate slave, I am sure talking over your fears and concerns with him will help you".
Master rang Nigel on the phone and ordered some clothes for me. When Bentley bought them up I was surprised at the style and quality of the clothing. A black polo shirt with `Premium Foods' logo in gold on the left breast, khaki chino shorts also with the logo, olive cotton briefs, white sports socks with the logo, and joggers.
I was overwhelmed. This was the dress of freemen not slaves. I hesitated when Bentley handed them to me.
"Master will look after you Steve if you serve him faithfully and well. We all get to wear normal type clothes here in the residence. There is no mistake Steve these are for you. I hope Mr Morris guessed your sizes right. Try them on quickly please Steve in case I have to change anything" Bentley continued.
Master sat at his desk and smiled as I tried on my new clothes like a kid with new presents from Christmas or a Birthday.
Mr Morris guessed well as the clothes fitted perfectly. I felt so strange being dressed like a freeman again. I had not worn a shirt, underwear, sock or shoes since I was stripped naked at my sentencing all those years ago.
When I followed Master down stairs for breakfast I assisted Bentley in carrying the trays from last nights dinner down to the kitchen.
Breakfast was also a Master Booth specialty. At the large dining room table places were set for the whole residential staff. Master sat in the middle of the table on the right hand side as you entered the room, so that he faced looking out over the garden. Mr Nigel Morris the butler and senior slave sat directly opposite him. All the remaining slaves sat on the same side of the table as Mr Morris on either side of him. I was introduced formally by Master to the assistant butler Bentley, a junior houseboy slave aged no more than thirteen named Brett, the cook Margaret and assistant cook Anna, the three housemaids Sarah, Jane and Todd, the gardener Bruce and his assistant Alana and then me.
Sitting on either side of Master Booth were three house guards Mr Chapman, Mr Miles and Mr Reynolds that were on morning shift, Masters private secretary Miss Hailey and personal assistant Mr Anderson.
I felt totally embarrassed sitting there eating with my fellow slaves and these freemen. I had forgotten how to use a knife and fork properly. I actually had to wait and watch what others did and then try to copy their actions. It soon came back to me but initially it was very embarrassing.
One of the guards Mr Miles noticed my embarrassment and said across the table to me, "Don't worry boy, just do your best, we all understand that it is difficult when you have been a slave deprived of these luxuries for a long time. How long have you been a slave?" he asked
All eyes focused on me and I am sure I blushed, as I was want to do. I answered his question but then Master suggested I tell the table my life story, so between eating my fruit and gold label slave chow I retold my life as a middle class child and teenager, through to my college life and fall into slavery as a result of my one and only sexual activity up till then. I told them about my life at Green Bay Farms and then at the Piney Hills Golf Course.
Mr Morris thanked me for telling them all about me and Master finished off by nonchantly informing all at the table that I was to be flogged this afternoon as was usual for a new personal slave.
I almost expected congratulations at this news being announced, but no, the guard Mr Miles who spoke to me earlier just commented that with my background as a slave for so long he was sure I would pull through and Mr Morris and Bruce the Gardiner both said that all the slaves would be there to support me. It was as if they saw my flogging as some sort of a right of passage.
I felt foolish to say so but I thanked them for their words of support. I mean I was shit scared on the inside yet outside I was displaying this totally cool calm appearance. Was this the `slave feeling' Master was so keen to instil in me?
After breakfast Master left instructions with Mr Morris about my flogging and informed him that he would arrange for the County Whip Master to call this afternoon.
I had a long session with Mr Morris after assisting to wash up the breakfast dishes. He told me about himself and how he had been enslaved. How he was bitter with resentment but that how after his one and only flogging on the orders of Master Booth he had totally changed. He lost all his resentment at being enslaved. He became totally dedicated to serving Master Booth and would now do anything to serve and please him. He told me how his life was now more fulfilling than it had ever been even though he had thought his life was very fulfilled as a Professor at the University.
He complimented me on my attitude. He told me how my years as a slave were showing through in my demeanour and that this all broke well for me making a good recovery from the trauma of my flogging.
Masters Private Secretary Miss Hailey rang Mr Morris about 1pm and informed him that the Whip Master would be calling at 3.30pm. Mr Morris kept me busy helping him around the residence till 2.30pm when he and Bentley with the help of Brett the houseboy began preparing me for my flogging.
Brett who seemed to take great delight in removing my new clothes, stripped me on Mr Morris's orders. It was only hours since I was fully clothed after ten years of almost total nakedness, yet I felt the humiliation greatly as just like in court all those years ago my clothes were stripped off me.
Masters instructions were that I was not to be gagged, but allowed to be free to scream as I was flogged. Like wise he had instructed Mr Morris that a butt was not to be plugged or a enema administered to clean me out, as shitting myself during the flogging would add to my humiliation which master felt was all part of the recipe for getting me into that `slave feeling' as quickly as possible.
About fifteen minutes before my appointment with my doom I was taken out the back of the residence and prepared for the flogging. Naked I was spread out against a wooden frame, with my legs arms, belly and neck, all firmly strapped.
I then had to wait strapped in place until the Whip Master arrived. Whilst I waited all the household slaves, Mr Miles and two other new afternoon Guards appeared and offered me words of encouragement. Finally the Whip Master appeared in the company of Master Booth and Master told the Whip Master to give me a two dozen stoke flogging with a standard six foot slave whip, and to spread the cuts evenly from my shoulders down to my ankles, avoiding only the lower back.
The whip Master came over to me ran his hand over my back and then spoke to me, "Boy I am a professional at this. I can feel that you have never had a severe flogging in your life. A severe flogging always leaves its scars that an experienced hand can feel long after the skin has fully healed. I won't damage you any more than is necessary but brace yourself boy, because this will be the worst pain you have ever suffered".
I can't recount to you what followed. Master was right it was a life changing experience. I never ever wanted to suffer pain like that ever again. I can't bring myself to write what I felt and in truth I don't remember too much after the five or six strokes. I was by then only semi conscious with the pain. During those first strokes I screamed till my voice was horse and soon after my bowls opened just as Master had predicted.
I don't recall my flogging ending except for the brief moment when Bruce washed me down with salty water. This roused me from my stupor for a brief moment before I lapsed back into semi consciousness.
I must have been carried back into the residence and placed back into the small room I had originally entered upon first arriving.
I remember very little of the next thirty six hours but on Friday morning I awoke to find Bentley sitting by my bed.
Master had given instructions that a watch should be kept on me to ensure I was cared for and that I didn't try anything stupid, as freshly flogged slaves often become desperate after being stripped of their last vestiges of hope and belief in being freed.
I was still very weak and in great pain but I was made to dress with the help of Brett and Mr Morris into my Piney Hills shorts and slowly walked to a limousine parked in the drive of the residence. Bentley opened the back door for me and I slowly in great pain laid on the seat, my back and legs too sore to place the pressure of sitting upon.
Master came and sat in the front, looked at me prostrate on the back seat and said, "I have to live with the morality of doing this to you Steve, but I sincerely believe I have to be cruel to be kind to you" and then facing the front again instructed Bentley that he was to drive to Piney Hills.
End Chapter 4 (Part 13 Continuance of Original)