Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2012 21:25:40 -0800 From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com> Subject: Christopher Enslaved - Part 13 Christopher Enslaved Part Thirteen By Randall Austin This story is erotic fiction meant for mature readers and should only be read by adults over the age of eighteen years old. Please do not use my stories without my permission and please forward all comments to randallaustin2011@hotmail.com Randall Austin's Archive Group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Randall_Austin_Stories Authors Comments: Please help us support Nifty and keep it a free site for all to enjoy. Please make a donation today. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thank you... Please Check Out My Nifty Prolific Author Story List: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/prolific.html#randallaustin For my summer training job at Baldwin/Fletcher I worked under the chief overseer of the female barns (what Baldwin/Fletcher calls their female slave quarters). While that job was super rewarding; what guy on college break wouldn't love to have a job where he's in charge of a barn full of ladies, making sure they bathe, are shaved smooth all over, and kept up to the stringent Baldwin/Fletcher behavior codes? I found, interestingly, the days I had to replace some co-overseer of the male slaves to be equally, if not more, satisfying. I mean, looking at naked shaved pussy all day is one super treat, but something about having control over hundreds of men who have to do what you say, and stand at attention and display when you pass within 10 feet of them, presents a super charged atmosphere like no other. As a reward for what he called `outstanding' service, Retcher gave me a gift. I had told him I was moving into a house on campus, but it was a mess, it needed painting, junk removed, and cleaning. Retcher told me he wanted me to come back to Baldwin/Fletcher next summer. And even expressed hopes I would work for him after I had completed graduate school. He told me how it was inevitable in the near future that chief overseers of slaves would need degrees in either slave maintenance or slave psychology. Needless to say, I was flattered that he wanted me working for him. I was even more flattered when he offered me as a bonus a slave for a couple of weeks to help clean and paint my place; a slave by the name of Licker! I was so excited by the offer that I hugged Retcher on the spot. He told me he hoped that Licker and I would have fun, but that I should not be lax with Christopher. He said that I should be careful about maintaining the slave/master relationship. He said he didn't care how liberal I was with Licker; he considered anything that happened would be a good education for me in slave handling, but for Licker's benefit he urged me not go too easy on him. I assured him that I had no intention of going easy on Licker, especially since I had a lot of work that needed to get done. Retcher also told me to make use of the police if any problems arose with Licker that I felt were awkward or unsure about how to handle. He reminded me that when it comes to putting a slave in its place even a liberal police force like our California police are pretty effective. Taming a defiant slave is something the police have no trouble doing, for two reasons. First, because it is a legal requirement to admonish and punish unruly slaves, and second, handling slaves does not require the same kind of care and the kid gloves needed when handling freemen suspects, where lawsuits lurk around every corner. Therefore our usually sensitive California police are typical cops, fortunately, when it comes to handling slaves. And slaves know this, as well. A threat to call the police given to a lazy house slave toying with your better nature is usually all it takes to make an uppity slave do what he's told. Certainly I intended to have good times with Licker, watch some movies, play cards, swim, reminisce, but I also intended to maintain clear boundaries. It must always be remembered that a slave is a slave, and laxity is always a disaster. It is useless to try and have it any other way. In my slave handling training we were given guidelines on handling enslaved friends and family members, and the advice I was given seemed good to me and I intended to follow it. For handling slave `friends' effectively it is recommended that you let the slave be familiar and follow routines from the past, but insist that all slave duties be performed on schedule. If the slave is lax or in other ways incurs demerits, then punishments should be carried out summarily. If the slave `friend' incurs a demerit, the best course of action is to handle it objectively; "Oops brother, it looks like you didn't do that quite the way I had asked you to. No hard feelings, but that is one demerit point. Just remember if you get three more demerit points you are going to have to disrobe and get strapped down to the punishment cot, and I will deliver 20 strokes of the service whip across your back, buttocks, thighs and upper legs." It is also recommended to set two times a week aside for discipline discussion sessions, where the overseer can freely express his frustrations with the friend/family-member slave and any changes he would like to see implemented in its behavior. Being firm is paramount in controlling slaves and being firm without going overboard is what makes an effective overseer. Most experienced slave handlers have a story or two to tell about things they did to a slave they are not proud of; maybe going too far with a punishment session, using the slave inappropriately, taking public humiliation one step too far. However, one thing most counselors do advise; if you have overstepped yourself with a slave, possibly abused it, the important thing is to not waste too much time feeling bad about it. Mistakes happen. Being an effective master/overseer/caretaker means getting back in control and not being hindered in that goal by misgivings. I did ask Retcher if it would be ok to let Licker grow his hair out in the next few weeks before he went into my service. At first he balked and asked me why I wanted him to have hair. When I told him it was because I wanted to give Licker a funny haircut, he okayed the idea. The first thing I did when I got Licker to my house on campus was to show him around the place. It was the house we were supposed to be sharing this term. One of the first things he noticed was that I had almost all of his things. I told him I was so crushed at losing him as a friend that when his dad offered me a chance to come and pick through his belongings, I took him up on it because I wanted as many mementos of him as I could get my hands on. I think he was touched. I also showed him some other things. Things Retcher had kindly loaned me. In the center of the living room I had placed the slave `high chair', a large steel chair similar in design to a baby's high chair, only much larger and heavier, with coiled straps to restrain legs, arms, chest and waist, and with a large removable table tray. The `slave chair' was all the rage with domestic slave owners. A slave could be diapered, parked and secured into the chair, a bowl of kibbles and water and an emergency cell phone placed on the table tray, and one wouldn't have to worry about the slave for hours, even a day or two. It could save a fortune on kenneling, and could also be used as a punishment chair as well. Threaten to diaper and park a slave for a day or two in the `chair', and you'll probably have a very obedient slave on your hands. But mainly it was just a great convenience for those times when you didn't want to deal with a slave, or wanted it safely out of the way. And right next to his high chair was the classic American coffee table, on which I had left all items of control and discipline openly on display. I told Licker that they were just deterrence items and that I certainly didn't expect to have to use any of them. In addition to the standard paddle, tawse, service whip, plastic chains, and cuffs, I had a couple of howlers, penis weights, a state of the art `slave taser', an `energizer', a twelve pack of slave punishment mouth wash lollipops, and a set of knee knockers, used for `brass balling' a slave. I showed him his room. He was excited, I could tell, to have a room of his own. The first chore I gave him was to remove the door to his room. After he removed the door from its frame I could tell Licker wanted to kick back, but just then wasn't the time for it. I had things to do, I had a lot of chores for Licker, and I had to get him oriented. First on the agenda, it was time for Licker to get a shave and a haircut. With his hair having grown out a bit Licker was beginning to look like Christopher again. I pulled a bar stool out and ordered him to take off his shirt and hop on the stool so I could get to work on him. He balked. I asked him, "Does that mean you want a spanking after your haircut and shave?" He made a sneer like he was stifling a reaction, so I clarified my determination; "Just because you're my friend, that doesn't mean I'm going to let you take advantage of me. I can have the police here within two minutes, and I will call them if you don't get that shirt off and sit on the stool right now." He took off his shirt and sat on the stool. I buzzed the old war orphan cross into his head, a strip of hair an inch thick running across the crown of the head from the middle brow to the back of the head, and a strip crossing that one running from ear to ear. I then shaved it clean and trim. He looked nice and slavely. He sat very still for his shave and haircut, thereby proving to me he wasn't a bad slave at all, just one, like all slaves, that had to be monitored and prodded 24 hours a day to bring out his best. And I told him so. The really amazing thing about having my old friend spend time with me was the intense realization that he now no longer owned or controlled his body. I once said to him, "You no longer belong to yourself. You are owned. The Baldwin's call all the shots in your life. It's not like it's a bad thing, just a very different thing from the way things were before. I bet it must feel very freeing to know that you don't have to worry about making decisions, to know that you are owned and totally controlled by someone else; that your arms and legs no longer belong to you, that your very body no longer is yours, but belongs to and is owned by someone else, that you are now the property of the Baldwin's and that your food and water are there each day only out of the good graces of your owner. It's a totally new and totally awesome dimension." I suspect he didn't grasp the cosmic dimensions of what I was trying to say because he didn't respond to my comments. After three full days of work, Licker pretty much had my campus house looking good. And I soon found out that having my own slave made me a hot man on campus. Whenever I would take Licker out I always had him wear a slave smock and belt, like the Canadian slaves wear. Sometimes I would lift the back of his smock and tuck it into his belt, to show off Licker's cute butt. The girls on campus seemed to love it. It surprised me just how helpful it is having a slave on such outings. Having Licker in tow meant I could outfit him with a large back pack and really do a lot of shopping. It was great being able to stock up on items. By the end of our shopping trips I always had Licker packed down like a little mule. Once when we were getting our groceries checked out at the super market the boy packing the groceries called to Licker and told him to get over there and help him. Licker just stood there, so I took my hand, lifted up his slave smock, and in front of all the people in line in back of us I gave a hard swat to his butt, and told him to get over there and obey the bag boy. He was super red in the face as he did what the spike haired bag boy told him what to do. I thought it was cute. Licker was not amused. Our time together was mostly pleasant and passed quickly. There was only one unpleasant incident. I have a cell phone, but Licker is not allowed to use it except for emergency purposes. He knows it shows every call that is made, so he doesn't try to use it. My neighbors are six students crammed into a small house. We got to talking one time, and they asked me about my slave. They thought it was neat that I had a slave. In a gesture of generosity I told them Licker would be happy to clean out their basement. When I told Licker he had a job to do, surprisingly, he didn't reveal any body language that suggested he was annoyed that I had made him available. So the kids put Licker to work down in the basement. I went over there a couple of times during the course of the half day that it took him to do what they wanted. The last time I went down I didn't see Licker immediately. I looked, and found him in a store room, with the door closed, using one of the student's cell phone. When he saw me he showed no great panic, and I heard him say, "Oops, Todd is here." He laughed as the person on the other end said something, and then said. "It's ok. You know I can remember that." I was pissed. I took the phone from him and started checking the phones record of calls. It appeared he had made about six calls, and was on the phone for almost an hour total. A couple of the students came down when they heard the commotion, and took the cell phone from me when I asked them for a piece of paper because I wanted to write the numbers down. So I simply took Licker home, and told them they would have to finish cleaning their basement themselves. When I got home I asked Licker what the phone calls were about and he wouldn't answer me. I actually would have left it at that, but at one point he said, "Todd, just for once bug off!" Such language is against protocol and all my training had taught me that you cannot let a slave get away with it. So I ordered Licker into the slave high chair and strapped him in securely, at the chest, waist, legs, elbows and arms. I took out a slave punishment lollipop, pinched Licker's nose, stuck it in his mouth, and took the elastic band attached to the stick and secured it around the back of his head. I let him sit there and I watched him writhe until almost the entire lollipop had dissolved. As I watched Licker writhe and gag and cough and choke I pondered how much comfort and safety modern science has added to slave's lives. The punishment lollipop is a non toxic mixture of astringent and bitter herbs and roots, described as having a mouth taste and feel of rotting garbage covered in nettles, but once removed, the slave needs only a drink of water to rinse the taste away. No rinsing out of the mouth for hours was required as in the days when floor soap was used to wash out the mouths of foul mouthed slaves. When I removed it and gave him water to drink, I asked him if he was going to behave from now on, or if he wanted another lollipop. He said he would behave. To be continued... 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