A Middle Class Slave Revisited By Steam Train (steam_t2000@yahoo.com)
Chapter 5: Love and affection.
The drive back to Piney Hills Golf course was but a blur. When we arrived the Course Slave Master met Master at the car. Bentley came around to the back door of the car and helped me out and we both assumed our slave positions till instructed.
"Welcome back Mr Booth. I received the email from your secretary. Mr Booth I must apologise straight away that a slave I trained acted so badly that the County Whip Master had to be called in to administer punishment. Rest assured I will begin retraining his attitude immediately so that he is more acceptable in a fortnights time sir," said the Slave Master.
"Thank you Mr Woods but this slave did nothing wrong, on the contrary he performed beyond my expectations. I always flog any new slave I acquire, this one I treated no differently. But thanks to your excellent training Mr Wood he took his punishment like a true slave. I didn't gag or plug him and so he suffered the full humiliation of the effects of a professional flogging. He certainly is going to be an excellent slave in my service Mr Woods" Master said.
`But I ... ummm ... but I thought ... Ummm, no sorry Mr Booth it was nothing" the Slave Master replied with uncertainty.
`Ah Mr Wood I think you were going to say you thought I was a very lenient master when it came to slaves, an emancipist, isn't that what you were thinking Mr Woods?"
The Slave Master blushed but said nothing
"Its ok, lots of people think that of me. You have to be cruel to be kind Mr Woods. This slave now knows exactly were he stands with me and will for the remainder of the time he serves me. He truly has that `Slave Feeling' now Mr Woods. Yes I will treat him better than most other Masters and I expect you to adhere to this policy in your treatment of my slaves too. I think you can now also see though, that all my slaves know exactly who is Master and who is the slave" Master concluded.
Mr Woods was speechless for a while as his new admiration and respect for Master began to sink in. Eventually he asked Master to accompany him into his office and Master ordered us to follow.
After some brief pleasantries Master and the Slave Master, Mr Woods went over Masters desires for me during the next fortnight. They discussed special handcuff chains that could be removed from my wrist when I was sent back to Masters residence and replaced when I was to return to the course.
Master asked that I not caddy till the next Tuesday he was due, so my body could properly recover from the flogging. Master also asked Mr Woods to organise appropriate exercises to keep me fit, ones that would not affect my body's recovery.
Mr Wood was left in no doubt that Master wanted me fit and ready to caddy for him in a week and a half's time, when he next visited to play a round of golf.
As I waited in position with Bentley the conversation then turned from me to Mr Woods family.
Picking up the family photo from the desk Master asked, "How's the family going Mr Woods".
"Fine thank you Mr Booth" he replied.
Your daughter must be about to go to College?" Master asked.
`Yes Ashleigh will in the spring" Mr Woods replied.
"And the boys, how old are they now?" Master asked.
"Ben is 15 and Josh is 13" Mr Woods answered.
Master said, "Guess sending Ashleigh to College is going to be a drain on the finances Mr Woods. Remember my offer to assist you with your finances still stands. The money you would make from a five year indenture of Josh would allow both Ashleigh and Ben to attend College and as I offered, I will pay Josh's way through College after his 5 years service is completed, just like I am going to do for Andrew McDonalds boy Brett from Mc Donald's Farms".
"The money Andrew made from his son's indenture has got Andrew out of his immediate financial problems. Think seriously about my offer Mr Woods, the discipline would not hurt a teenager, I am sure you would agree and I think you now see my treatment of slaves in a much more enlightened view. Your son could learn a lot from being in my service for 5 years. He would also be company for brett" Master concluded.
"I will consider your offer Mr Booth it is very generous but I just don't know if Sylvie and I can place Josh in that situation. But I will talk with my wife again on your offer" Mr Woods replied.
They exchanged parting pleasantries and then I was dismissed and sent back to the caddie's barracks to rest for the rest of the day.
There was no one there when I arrived and so I very gingerly and with much care lay down so as not to place pressure on the welts from my flogging on my back and legs.
During the day both the negro slaves who attended to the caddies, Bill and Jim both came by a couple of times on the Slave Masters Instructions and the Slave Master himself checked on me late in the afternoon.
In all the time I had been at the Piney Hills Golf Club none of the caddies had ever had a severe whipping like I had suffered. Both Bill and Jim seemed almost in awe of my wounds and suffering. Even the Slave Master seemed to look at me with a new respect.
Nothing much was said to me during any of these visits except to ask if I was ok. Certainly Bill and Jim didn't carry on with any of their usual banter that in the past had been normal any time we were together.
When the caddies started coming in and saw me laid out on my stomach with all the evidence of my flogging clearly visible to their eyes, they were speechless. You could hear the quite whisperings that usually took place between us slaves as we came back to barracks die off into complete silence.
Matt was not one of the first to return but when he did some of the other caddies obviously stopped him and allowed him to take in my plight before he stumbled across me.
"Steve, Steve what have they done to you?" he pleaded.
Without turning over to face him because it was too painful I said, "I was flogged with twenty four strokes of the whip, Matt. It will help me get that 'Slave Feeling' Master Booth has told me".
"But what did you do to deserve this flogging Steve, you of all the slave caddies here are the smartest, you are the one I would least expect to make a mistake that would warrant such a flogging" Matt replied.
"I did nothing Matt, it is Master Booths policy that all new slaves are flogged on joining his service, so that they quickly learn that 'Slave Feeling' that my Master is so keen on his slaves achieving. Now enough talk Matt, I missed you, come lay with me but please be so very careful, I am so sore and still in great pain. Matt I have missed you so much and I need to feel your body next to mine tonight" I said.
"I missed you to Steve. Bill told me what had happened to you and assured me that you would be back. I have hoped he was telling the truth and that you would come back. I just didn't expect you would come back like this" Matt replied.
Matt snuggled up close to me and carefully made sure he was not rubbing against any of my wounds. There was great comfort in the small and warmth of his body next to mine and I slept surprisingly well until I attempted to roll over to a more comfortable position during the night. I screamed out as the searing pain flashed through my body and I was forced to call sorry to all my fellow slaves who I awoke from their slumber. Matt stroked my face and eased me back off too sleep.
When morning came and the slave caddies were aroused by Jim, I needed to get up too. I was desperate to piss and my stomach was telling me it was days since I had eaten.
The slave chow that was served for breakfast was little worse than the Gold Label crap that Master had fed me at his residence but it was filling and I knew it contained all the nutrients that would assist me to recover more quickly.
After breakfast I stayed on my feet and when I saw the Slave Master I took my position and hoped he would see me and realise that I wanted to ask him something.
In the past he would have been more likely even if he had noticed me to ignore me but this time he came straight over. Again I felt he seemed to have a new respect for me.
"What is it boy" he asked.
"Master may I have permission to walk the course, I need to keep my fitness up sir" I requested.
`Good idea boy if you think you are up to it. I am sure you are, if you can take a professional flogging then a walk will be piss easy for you boy" the Slave Master stated.
"Wait outside my office and I will issue with a pass just in case you are questioned why you are walking the course alone" The Slave Master added.
`Thank you Master" I replied.
It was a beautiful day and after I obtained my pass I wandered off into the lush fairways and forest trails that wound their way through the course. The sun on my back was healing and I walked for hours. I returned to the barracks and rested for a while but soon I was bored again and later in the afternoon I wandered off again into the distant fairways of the course.
Over the next week and a bit till the Tuesday that my Master was due for his next game of golf I followed a similar routine though the Slave master also had me doing exercises and even very early morning swimming before the course opened in the members salt water pool in the immediate days leading up to Masters return.
By the Tuesday morning when I was fitted up to carry Masters golf bag I was basically fully recovered. There was scarring on the skin still but the pain had gone.
After a few days of my recuperation when the pain first started to subside my horney side began to re-emerge.
Matt was ever the kind considerate partner and this time willingly submitted to me being the top. He knew I just wasn't capable of being a bottom with my current wounds and this fact proved to be a big bonus for me.
We had always struggled with the fact of who was the dominant one in our relationship. Neither of us liked to give in. My plight was too much for Matt and he submitted willingly every night till after a week it became a pattern and though he tried to break free of this new trend in our relationship I now had the upper hand and was taking full advantage of it.
You would think I would hate Master for flogging me. No I have to confess I had a new deeper feeling of trust and devotion towards him. I was actually really looking forward to caddying for him on the Tuesday.
On the Monday, the day before I was to caddy for Master I was fitted with new bright silver handcuffs and chains around my wrists. The old welded chains were removed. My hands would still be chained to my sides whilst caddying but master could now remove the chains for our bedroom sessions.
I felt so fulfilled when I saddled up Masters golf bag and we set off around the course. Master openly talked to me and I answered his questions. I knew it was not the bedroom and the rules were different. I only spoke when spoken too but Master asked lots of questions and that kept my mind very occupied in between golf tips and advice.
After the round of golf I was allowed to drive back to the residence in the front seat of masters car, sitting next to Bentley who was driving and when I entered the slaves entrance to the residence I was almost mobbed by the other slaves who congratulated me on my recovery and expressed their admiration at how well I had taken my flogging. Young Brett in particular now seemed to look at me with the same awe that I could remember from my middle class youth when I was looking at my favourite singing or sports stars.
Like the previous fortnight I did not see Master till much later in the day. He spent the afternoon over at the factory.
Mr Morris had me assist Bentley in cleaning Masters cars and then I was told to clean up and dress in clean clothes and await Masters return. I sat in the kitchen patiently waiting Masters return till Mr Morris eventually came in and advised me to go up stairs to the private sitting room.
I took myself up the slaves stairs to the first floor and entered the main hallway that ran from the private sitting room all the way along to Masters Bedroom. I knocked on the sitting room door and waited.
Master called out for me to enter and I walked in and took my position.
"Evening Steve, stand at ease we are alone. Come sit next to me and tell me more about what has happened to you since you returned to the course" Master asked.
I had briefly told master some things whilst I caddied for him earlier that day but now I retold what I had done and how I had noticed changes in people's attitude towards me since I was flogged.
"I've seen this happen before Steve. It's admiration. You took your flogging with great stoicism. All the slaves and many freemen acknowledge that in you by a subtle change in their attitude. Even Mr Woods seemed impressed with you Steve" Master said.
`Yes I noticed that too Master" I replied.
We talked for some time then Master rang for dinner. This time however we went down stairs to the small private dining room and were joined by Mr Morris for dinner. Bentley served the meal but did not join us. Mr Morris and myself were served Gold label slave chow on china plates, whilst Master had a Caesar salad then a steak with vegetables.
Like my previous meal I was allowed to partake of the fruit bowl, Master informing me that fruit was healthy for me. The special treat was that Master also allowed me to partake in a coffee and a port after dinner with Mr Morris. I felt so special, I was almost overwhelmed. It was so civilised sitting in the leather lounge chairs talking freely whilst sipping coffee and port.
I guess Mr Morris saw me look at Bentley with some guilt as he served Master then Mr Morris and I with our beverages because Mr Morris said to me, "Don't feel guilty Steve, Master allows Cook to serve the chow and fruit to the other slaves out in the slaves eating room. They also get coffee and the choice of a port or wine after their meal, well all but Brett, but Master allows him one glass of coke".
"Oh I see, thank you sir," I said to Mr Morris. I was just so amased at what Master allowed his slaves, I was almost speachless.
"I can't spoil all you slaves too much, for the same reasons I needed to have you flogged Steve, but a little reward for service and devotion never goes astray. I do expect it but I also acknowledge it Steve" Master said.
I had already noticed that there was no sign of any guards. I guessed they were only a buttons push away but it was nice that Master trusted all his household slaves to the extent that none of the guards were made to hang around.
After dinner I accompanied Master up stairs and along the hallway to his bedroom. Like the first time I undressed him and he me and we showered together.
That night in bed he gently stroked my body running his fingers from my knees to my ears. I never realised how sensitive your ears can become, but in Masters hands they became extremely sensitive. He laid me on my stomach and gently massaged my back and legs. His fingers were firm but subtle as they eased the tension out of my recently flogged muscles. He had done this many times before that soon became obvious; he really knew what he was doing.
My muscles relaxed and I was drifting off into a sublime trance like state when his fingers gently rubbed past my arse crack and stroked the soft smooth patch of skin directly behind my ball sack. It was an electric like shock that pulsed through my body. My cock sprang quickly to attention digging itself into the bedclothes.
His hand reached further around underneath me and grabbed my cinched cock. He gently began stroking it till I was softly moaning with absolute arousal.
Then he lay down beside me and rolled me onto him. Our warm sweet smelling bodies entwined and we made passionate love. I would not have thought that I could be so aroused by a grey haired man who was not attractive to look at, whose body showed all the signs of typical male middle aged spread, but I was.
Master was so gentle and did not force me. I allowed him to have me because that is what I wanted. He was my master and I wanted to please him as best as I could. I was desperate for his love and affection.
End Chapter 5 (Part 14 Continuance of Original)