Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2007 18:42:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2007@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Control Testimonials Part 1

The Control Testimonials
By Steam Train    (steam_t2007@yahoo.com)


Part: 1


Dr. Milos Learner rubbed his face and stretched his
tired body, then placed his spectacles back on his
face and read the typed cover note that lay on his
desk before him. His domestic slaves Tam and Cloud had
correlated the various sections of the First Annual
Report onTaking Back Control that it had fallen to him
to submit to Mary Dewars-Shelley the current Secretary
for Homeland Security due to his current position as
Acting Chairman of the National Supervising Committee
of `Taking Back Control'.

He read the cover letter.


Mrs. Mary Dewars-Shelley,
Secretary,
Department of Homeland Security.


Dear Madam Secretary,

As required by the Taking Back Control amendments to
the Federal Juvenile Deterrence Act I have on behalf
of the National Supervising Committee of Taking Back
Control much pleasure in submitting the First Annual
Report onTaking Back Control.


Sincerely,
Dr. Milos Learner,
Acting Chairman,
National Supervising Committee of `Taking Back
Control'


Short and to the point, just like he liked documents
to be. He signed his name then placed the covering
letter on top of the pile of documents his slaves had
correlated that constituted the master copy of the
report. Only one pile of documents remained for him to
check through. Appendix Three, the Feedback Reports.

Dr Learner looked at his watch, sighed and began to
read.

Appendix Three consisted of a selection of feedback
reports completed by juveniles from across the nation
selected to highlight the various experiences
juveniles had experienced in the last year since
Taking Back Control had been introduced. It was
getting late but this was perhaps the most interesting
part of the report. He read ....


APPENDIX THREE: FEEDBACK REPORTS

Taking Back Control was not designed to be something
to be feared, it was developed as a sign of love and
caring for our juvenile population for and by
officials, parents and guardians. They did not want
our juveniles to come to any harm by ensuring that
they experience tight control both at home and at
school which is important in instilling the fear of
servitude in any free citizen. Too many people think
that servitude can't happen to them and yet it often
does with catastrophic consequences for the individual
concerned, their family and their friends.

Below is a selection of comments from various persons
about their involvement in Taking Back Control.


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NAME: Giavana Tominsoli

AGE: 12

LOCATION: Fingers, Polk County.

OCCUPATION: 7th Grade Student

WHAT IS YOUR ASSESSMENT OF TAKING BACK CONTROL: It's
the best thing ever!

TELL US ABOUT YOUR PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH TAKING
BACK CONTROL: My two brothers, Roberto aged 13 and
Angelo aged 11 were real brats to me, always teasing
me, mimicking what I said, being as rude as they could
get away with, until that is, taking back control was
introduced.

On that day my mum and dad decided that in our
household there would be different rules for juvenile
females, (me) and juvenile males (my brothers). Mum
said girls need a degree of modesty and privacy and
should be shown more respect by boys, whereas boys
have excessive modesty, do not need as much privacy as
girls and do not show enough respect to females. So
mum and dad decided that there was no better way for
my brothers to learn to show respect to me than by
being taken back under control and made nude at all
times within our house.

When the moment of truth arrived for my brothers and
they had just their briefs left on, I was holding my
breath, waiting to see if mom and dad would really
make my brothers strip totally naked!

I didn't have long to wait for the answer, I still
remember vividly the scene as mum ordered, "Well, what
are you waiting for boys? Get those underpants off,
now!"

"Get moving boys" dad said as he snapped the family
punishment belt he was holding in his hand.

Not wanting to feel the sting of dad's belt my two
brothers quickly had their briefs off and equally as
quickly had their hands covering their not so private,
privates!

"Hands away and at your sides, Boys, don't play with
yourselves like that in public" dad chastised waving
his belt at my brothers in a threatening manner.

"You heard your father," mum said.

As they moved their hands to their sides, I couldn't
believe the sight before my eyes or how red with
embarrassment my brother's faces were. This was just
so good after all their years of tormenting me, their
utter embarrassment and humiliation caused me to
giggle but neither mum or dad chastised me.

Roberto was 13 years old and stood about five feet
three inches tall, with brown, shaggy, hair and cobalt
blue eyes, he was as you would expect, much bigger in
the genital department than my younger brother Angelo
who was about four feet eight tall and like his
brother had shaggy brown hair and those same cobalt
blue eyes that all three of us share.

Angelo's little penis still hid his tiny scrotum so
well that I had to look hard to see his ball sack but
this was not so with Roberto. His much longer thin
penis hid little of his own much larger plump scrotum,
which hung down giving me a good view. Angelo's
genitals were totally hairless which was not a
surprise as he was only 11 years old but the big
surprise to me was that Roberto who is 13 years old
was also totally hairless!.

I was really surprised at this revelation because I am
younger than him by a little over a year, yet my own
breasts have started growing and I have some hair down
below. Am I ever glad that mum and dad decided that as
a girl I needed to keep a degree of modesty and
privacy as it would have embarrassed me no end for
anyone to have seen me naked. Of course seeing my
brothers in that state was another matter all
together.


NAME: Robert Freshman

AGE: 17

LOCATION: Centra, Pierce County

OCCUPATION: 12th Grade Student

WHAT IS YOUR ASSESSMENT OF TAKING BACK CONTROL: It
sucks!

TELL US ABOUT YOUR PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH TAKING
BACK CONTROL:

At my high school teachers were authorised once Taking
Back Control started to sentence a student to a period
of nude time if their behaviour so warranted it. If
you resisted the summons you risked suspension from
school and all sporting functions.

Now I am one of my schools leading football jocks and
the last thing that I would want to happen to me would
be to miss a game due to suspension. The coach had
already threatened to drop any student from the team
for the rest of the season if they got themselves
suspended.

I am well built, a muscular 6' 2" and weighing 250lbs
with curly black hair on my head and thick covering of
body hair. My class mates and fellow football jocks
often used to torment me in good natured jests by
calling me, `Testosterob' I'm that mature!

Soon after `Taking Back Control' came into force I
made the mistake of muttering a crude joke about our
maths teacher, Miss Madison to my buddies who were
sitting near me up the back of the class. The joke
triggered a loud guffaw from a number of them.

"What was that, Mr. Freshman?" Miss Madison asked
sharply. "I'm sure you'd like to share your joke with
the rest of the class."

In short order I was forced to repeat my joke to Miss
Madison under threat of suspension. The outcome was an
order to strip naked in front of my 12th grade maths
class.

Muttering curses at Miss Madison under my breath I
took my shirt off and made a self-conscious show of
flexing my very hairy muscular pecs, grinning at the
girls in the class as I did so.

"Don't dawdle, Mr. Freshman," Miss Madison ordered.
She'd been leaning on me all term, but until `Taking
Back Control' came around she had little alternative
other than suspension that she could threaten me with.
I knew she was frustrated by my attitude because I was
pretty bright, but I was also certain that my future
lay on the gridiron field, so I did only enough to get
by in her class.

As slow as I was going eventually I had removed my
shoes and socks and unfastened my belt and slide my
jeans down, and off. Again at this point I hesitated.
I could feel the eager eyes of all my class mates,
male and female staring at my boxer shorts.

"He doesn't look all that impressive, not much of a
bulge there" I heard Patti Luscombe whisper to
Jamie-Lee Priestly.

"Boxers off" Miss Madison ordered, she was at her most
implacable. "Before I count three."

Turning scarlet, I shoved my boxers down and cupped my
hands over my groin.

Miss Madison grabbed a ruler and rapped my knuckles,
reluctantly forcing me to exposed myself.

There was a hushed silence in the class room, as if
they were all holding their breath. My secret was
revealed. I'm a big, hairy, macho jock but have a cock
that is thick but only erects to 3 ½ inches. When it
is flacid it is nothing more than an embarrissing 1
inch knob.

Standing naked in front of the whole class my cock had
become totally erect and had an embarrissing drop of
pre-cum seeping from my piss slit, but as hard as I
was, my cock head hardly even emerged out of the
forest of it's hairy pubic surrounds.

As I stood there humiliated, I saw the looks on the
faces of my fellow students, they all looked like they
were about to burst out laughing at me, but trying not
to do so. They were obviously pleased with what my
embarrising and humiliating punishment had revealed
about me. My days as the class jock ended there and
then, the revelation that I had a baby sized cock had
left me floundering in shame and humiliation. Miss
Madison had certainly taken back control!


NAME: Reverend Mathias Shaw-Davis

AGE: 41

LOCATION: West Eastbrook, Tallahatchie County

OCCUPATION: Rector, West Eastbrook Episcopal Church

WHAT IS YOUR ASSESSMENT OF TAKING BACK CONTROL: The
Bible tells us that God made us in his image and
likeness. If this is so, why should any of us be so
modest about showing the world what god gave us?"

When you are still a juvenile, young and
impressionable and capable of being molded to achieve
the best social and moral behaviour there is no good
reason! Adult citizenship however comes with the
burdens of responsibility that set us free citizens
apart from those in servitude, and there is a need to
clearly differentiate the status between the free
citizen and the slave. One of the ways that clear
differentiation is achieved is through the wearing of
clothes. A slave has no need of modesty, they are
there to serve their masters and the wearing of a
slave collar, their symbol of slave status is all they
need to wear. They have no need of any modesty. A free
citizen in their adult years however needs to wear
clothes to symbolize that they are free and
responsible citizens. Our adult modesty is therefore
the result of us being free citizens. Our juveniles
should not be forced into such adult behaviour before
it is required.

Just as we relieve those sentenced to slavery of the
burdens of responsibility and the need to wear
clothing as a symbol of that responsibility, so should
we ensure that all the juveniles under our Christian
care don't develop a false modesty based on adult
behaviour but instead, experience life as God created
us all, naked and in his image throughout their
juvenile years.

TELL US ABOUT YOUR PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH TAKING
BACK CONTROL: Modesty before it's time is detrimental
to the juvenile and I found as both pastor and parent
that `Taking Back Control' has banished the false
modesty of my own children and the juveniles of our
community as well as leading to better behaved and
compliant individuals. My wife and I enthusiastically
adopted all of the concepts that make up `Taking Back
Control'. As a parent, rector and community leader I
firmly believe that `Taking Back Control' is not an
invitation to sin or morally reprehensible as I have
heard some misguided individuals assert.


NAME: Phillip Romero

AGE: 15

LOCATION: Texas, San Pedro County.

OCCUPATION: Student -- Home Schooled

WHAT IS YOUR ASSESSMENT OF TAKING BACK CONTROL: It has
changed my life and specifically my relationship with
my mother. Since taking back Control mum treats me
like a little boy again and if I object she throws the
fact that I am a little boy right back at me. "Just
look at yourself" she often says.

You see even though I'm 15 I'm a short 4 ' 8 ",
skinny, and weigh in at 79 pounds. In the genital
department, soft I'm only 1.5" and hard I'm almost 3"
and about as big around as a wiener uncooked. I don't
have any pubic hair or any precum yet.

TELL US ABOUT YOUR PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH TAKING
BACK CONTROL: I was almost 15 at the time Taking Back
Control came into force. My dad is dead and I live
with my mum. She had not seen me naked since I was
like 10 years old but that all changed once mum leant
about Taking Back Control. She made me undress in
front of her despite my protests that I was now a high
school student.

Down to my briefs I pleaded one more time that I was a
teenager not a little boy and should at least be
allowed to keep wearing my briefs.

Mum was getting impatient with my stubborn attitude I
could tell and when I refused again her request to
remove my briefs, mum made the move and after a
frantic struggle she managed to strip my briefs from
me.

Blushing profusely from being naked in front of mum, I
tried to cover up but mum grabbed my arms and held
them away from my body, causing mum to utter a gasp of
surprise.

Then she burst out laughing at what we saw. The small
size of my uncut cock and his balls and the fact that
I was still totally hairless!

"Well, well," mum said, "High school student or not,
it sure looks to me like you're a little boy".

Mum was obviously surprised at my lack of development
and insisted that I had to get a physical (first time
for that) but my regular doctor was on holidays so Mom
set me up with an appointment with his colleague a
lady doctor. I was embarrassed about this fact but she
was a doctor so what could I do about it; mum was
insisting I go get a physical to check out my late
development.

I went for the physical and well I guess u know what
they do at one of those, talk about embarrassed, to
have her take off my briefs was bad enough but to do
it in front of her nurse and Mom was worse. I mean no
one except mum the day before when she took back
control had seen me naked since I was 10 like. Being a
late developer like I was, it was really horrible and
the doctor, the nurse and mom all talked about me
being so small and late.

The doctor not only felt my balls which I found out is
normal but she measured them and my dick also. She
measured me both ways, soft and hard, then she pulled
back my skin a lot of times, I mean a lot of times but
when she did it she didn't do it at all like anyone
one would normally have done it. She jerked it back as
fast and as hard as she could the first couple times,
i just stood there taking it but after about 10 times
I told her she was doing it too hard and rough and
that I was starting to hurt. That's when she said to
mum it shouldn't hurt at all and kept doing it. Soon
it got really sore and turned real red and kinda
swelled up even that's when she showed Mom how red it
was and how swollen.

The doctor said that as I started puberty it would
only get worse as I got bigger, that it wouldn't slide
back as easy and that I might have to be circumcised
if that happened.

Mom jumped on that comment real fast and they started
talking about me getting cut and stuff. The doctor was
saying how fortunate it was that I was a late
developer as it made circumcision much easier for me
than most 15 year old boys who's penis's were much
larger. At first I was glad the doctor was leaving me
alone even though i was still naked and all because at
least she wasn't pulling my skin back and stuff,
making it hurt anymore.

Then I realized that they were really seriously
talking about doing it to me and that day!!!!!!!  So I
tried to tell Mom that it didn't hurt to do it when I
did it cause Dad had shown me how to pull my skin back
and stuff and it didn't hurt doing it just as long as
I didn't do it as fast as the doctor had done it and
that i could pull it all the way back even.

I mean all the way back till u couldn't pull it
anymore cause u was at the end of the skin. I even
tried to show them but Mom just kept telling me to be
quiet and let her and the doctor talk she even
threatened me with a spanking if I didn't shut up.

Moms big, tall and strong; so yea she still does spank
me some!

Next thing I know is the doctor is telling me to go
home, get some rest and to take 2 showers before
coming back that evening at 6.

Well Mom took me home, made me take these pills that
was supposed to make me sleep so I'd rest but I never
went to sleep, I couldn't, I was to scared, nervous
and upset. I mean it was all like a bad dream it
couldn't be for real!! But at about 4 Mom came in and
told me to go take my showers so I did. I jerked off a
couple times, u know kinda last times feeling my skin.

When I got out I was crying and told Mom I wasn't
going back, that I didn't want to be cut and so I
wouldn't go. Mom then talked to me a lot telling me
how the doctor had been nice enough to see me for my
physical working me in to her busy appointment
schedule as our own doctor was away and how she had
made all kinda special arrangements for that evening
keeping her nurses after hours and changing all their
plans just so they could help me. Well all kinda crap
anyways and how I should at least go and talk to her
about how I felt and give her the chance to explain
why she thought I should have it done and if I didn't
want it still, well we could just come home. So after
all that I said ok and Mom drove me back over to the
doctors surgery again.

It seemed like it took forever to get there but then
it seemed like it was only seconds also. As soon as I
walked in the waiting room door I was jumped by 2
nurses and they dragged me into this room and picked
me up and put me onto this bed thing and strapped me
down to it. I couldn't move at all, I was screaming,
yelling to let me go, begging Mom to help me but she
didn't do anything, she just told me to calm down,
that it was going to be alright.

I knew it was all over then, that I had no choice and
all I could think of was wishing I had never come back
and how I could get away or die, I wanted to die so
badly!

The nurses undid the top strap and pulled off my
shirt. I might of been able to have fought off one
nurse but with my legs strapped down and 2 nurses, I
couldn't stop them, then they restrapped my chest down
and undid my legs. I tried to kick and stuff but it
didn't work, they still grabbed one leg a peace and
well I was naked in just seconds it seemed.

Want to know what was really bad and made me hate it
even more?

They shaved me even though I had no hairs. One nurse
said she had to be certain, that sometimes there was
some light short ones u couldn't see so well.

I was begging like I said for them not to cut me. I
promised Mom I'd do anything she wanted if she would
just make them stop and not do it. I begged the nurses
and Doctor too, I promised I'd do anything for them
even, just please not to do it to me and every time
they would tell me that I needed to calm down and how
happy I'd be when I wouldn't have that nasty skin
anymore or how happy I'd be to look like all my
friends or how happy I'd be not to have to wash under
that dirty stinky skin and how the girls would like my
new dick even more!!!

Yea truly, she really said that!

Then the doctor came over and she put this cream all
around the base of my dick where my pubes would have
been if I'd had any and even between my dick and balls
and back to my bum crack. She rubbed it on there then
she waited a few minutes to let it numb me some before
she gave me he shots to really numb me up. She said
that doing it that way, the shots wouldn't hurt any.

I was still trying to wiggle out and get away and well
this cause my dick and balls to wiggle a lot also and
they kinda laughed at it dancing about, then she put
in the shots. Of course I was real still then, I mean
with shots going in around your dick u don't move,
believe me! The doctor put one on each side of my dick
then one right above it and then just like she did the
cream she put one between my dick and balls and then
finally she skinned back my skin and put the last shot
right into the bottom side of my head, the frenulum.
Talk about hurt man, that shot felt like a lightening
bolt was going through my head.

I screamed and jerked and tried to get away but of
course I couldn't move at all just my dick jerked a
lot really. The doctor told me she was sorry about the
pain, that she thought that the cream and the other
shots would have made it numb enough not to hurt by
then, but man was she wrong, it hurt really bad!

Anyhow the doctor waited awhile for the shots to take
effect then she put this screen across my tummy so I
couldn't see her do the cutting. She said it was best
I didn't see that!

After a couple minutes she asked if I could feel
anything, I told her I could feel something like some
one pulling on my dick kinda, she said ok and well I
knew then it was all over that I was cut and that was
it!

>From time I got there to time we left was like 2 hours
but I had to stay after I was cut for an hour to make
sure I was ok and that there was no bleeding and
stuff. The stuff they did to me before the doctor
actually did cut me must have taken like 30 minutes
and 15 minutes for the actual shots to take effect. I
cried the whole time I was waiting and well they all
yelled at me for it, telling me how stupid I was for
crying, that I should be happy not sad and stuff.

After I got home the shots stopped working and man
that was when the nightmare of pain started!!!! I was
in so much pain for the first 3 days I couldn't sleep,
sit, walk nothing! Any movement at all was like
someone rubbing my head with extremely rough sand
paper. I hurt constantly then after like 3 days I was
so tired from no sleep and well it didn't hurt quiet
as bad I started to sleep, but as soon as I'd go to
sleep, I'd wake up cause I'd let go of the sheet and
it would fall on my dick and rub it or worse I'd roll
over onto my tummy and man that was so painful!

For weeks it hurt. Sometimes I'd go into the bathroom
just to take it out so nothing would touch it to make
it hurt but even then if air was to say blow across
it, it would burn like hell.

After about 4 weeks it got so that I could walk ok for
awhile anyways if I had to walk a lot well it would
still make my dick sore and hurt it then but just
around the house wasn't to bad.

Then Mom told me to get ready to go back to swimming.
I didn't really think to much about it, I mean my dick
was still a little swollen and bruised. I put my suit
on at home and man!! Talk about being different!! You
could see the outline of my cut dick like i was
completely naked but, well painted blue. You could see
exactly where it stopped, you could see the ridge you
could see even the slit some, so there was no question
that I was cut and just how big around and long I was.
Before it kinda showed how thick I was but with my
skin you really couldn't see how long I was.

Now everyone could see I was real small!

None of this would have happened if it had not been
for `Taking Back Control'


End Part: 1