Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2003 17:23:00 +0100
From: Gerry Taylor <gerrytaylor78@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Changed Life - Chapter 11 - Gay - Authoritarian

This is the 11th chapter of Part One of a trilogy of
novels of gay sex.

Keywords:
authority, control, loyalty, slavery, punishment, re-training,
and submission

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The Changed Life by Gerry Taylor


Chapter 11 -- The Aloe Palace

Gus Jennings sent one of his assistants over with me to
my new purchase and home -- the Aloe Palace. He sat up
front with the driver. With the abundance of servants
and slaves, while I suppose the assistant could have
driven me over there himself. It was not his job but
that of a driver.

Under my questioning, because I thought it necessary to
find out as much as possible now that I was a slave
owner, I found out that his own area was looking after
the slaves in the Master's fields. When I asked how much
land was cultivated around Tariq's -- his Master's Palace
-- he looked at me puzzled, but replied, `Master, enough
to feed the Palace.' It obviously did not seem an
intelligent question to him.

It did not take us long to get to my new Palace, about
twenty minutes or so. It too seemed to be set apart in
the desert, but not surrounded by as high a wall as
Tariq's about 12 feet or so with corresponding gates.
Inside, these gates the most perfectly modelled house
lay before me whitewashed in a lime green colour. Fields
were to the sides of it, and some buildings seem to be
towards the back, three marble steps led up to a porch
where two mean in Arab dress were waiting for me. How
they knew I was due to arrive I did not know.

As I went up the steps, he bowed deeply in greeting and
the older of the two introduced himself as the head of
Master Abdou's household. The other was his assistant, I
noticed that head of the household did not give his
name. So I asked, `Aziz, Master,' was the reply.

For the next hour, he walked me through the Palace.
Upstairs some 30 ensuite bedrooms, downstairs lounges,
sitting rooms, a study, a large gym, three -- what
appeared to be - dining rooms, towards the back of the
Palace a number of state of the art kitchens,
sculleries, pantries, cold-rooms. Attached to the other
side of the Palace a swimming pool surrounded by leisure
buildings.

The first of the outbuilding, Aziz merely indicated as
garages and for storing machinery. As he made no attempt
to go there, I did not press him. The second building
was for the servants and could accommodate up to 25
servants. The third building was for the slaves, could
accommodate up to 120 and consisted of some individual
cells, communal cells, a shower area, some open areas.

There was also a door leading what I though was out of
the building, but in fact, into another annex onto the
main building. It contained a number of small cells,
which Aziz called hospital cells for slaves who had been
injured at work or who needed treatment -- he did not say
what -- and a room containing a number of apparatuses,
whose purposes I could only guess at including an x
shaped cross, two chairs with restraints, and a series
of items which included collars, clips, whips, thongs,
chains, and an item which I thought was for all the
world like a huge dildo, the size of my forearm. The
room suddenly felt cold, and as Aziz was not forthcoming
with any information, other than say it was a re-
training room, I did not feel like asking. I guessed
that I would be able to find out soon enough.

A further outbuilding was a small dairy, another a
storeroom, it went on and on. The Aloe Palace seemed to
have everything it needed as a self-sufficient property.
Aziz then mentioned that the Palace in fact was the site
of an old oasis which had been surrounded by aloe
plants, hence it name and that there were two wells here
which never ran dry. It was clear that a permanent
source of clear water was of great importance to the
Palace. Power was provided by two state of the art
generators in the building which housed the garage. I
got the impression that Aziz was not at home with modern
technology.

My conversation with Aziz revealed that he, as a slave,
would follow his Master wherever but that the prospect
of living in the city did not appeal to him describing
it as a beautiful cage. I subsequently found out, when
invited there for dinner one evening by Abdou al-Akhri,
that the so-called `beautiful cage' occupied no less
that two full city block. More importantly, it had its
own head of household.

I was surprised to hear Aziz refer to himself as a slave
and pointed to his overseer's fly swish. `Yes, I am an
overseer and wear clothes, but I am the Master's slave.'
Without any shame or modesty, he pulled off his loose
shirt and dropped his pants. On his left upper chest
over his nipple, there was a SIN number tattooed and on
his right buttock a brand which went in at least a half
an inch.

`It is the brand of the house of al-Akhri,' he said
seeing me look at it closely, and he slipped on his
clothes again.

`So you would prefer to stay in the country rather than
live in the city, Aziz?'

`Does the hawk live in a cage, Master?'

I thanked him for his patience in answering all my
questions and for showing me my new Palace. The
assistant had disappeared at some stage on Aziz's signal
of dismal.

`The Master is an Englishman?'

`Yes,' I replied, and that seemed to explain something
to him. He saw my frown of enquiry.

`A Master does not thank a slave. A slave is there to
please the Master' and he swished an imaginary fly from
the air.

On the way back to Tariq's palace, I asked to see the
fly swish of Gus Jennings' assistant overseer. It had a
beautiful ivory handle. I asked him what was the
symbolism of it.

He said, `The Master has one with a gold handle which
never breaks. Each overseer has one with a black onyx
handle which can be broken in any number of ways. Each
assistant overseer has one with a white ivory handle,
which can be broken with a single blow.'

I returned him his symbol of power and his teeth flashed
white. His explanation, I thought to myself was logical,
in its own way.

A sudden thought struck me to speak with Gus when I
reached the palace. Food and Drink were dancing
attendance. I told them to get my luggage ready and they
appeared downcast to see me depart. I had one of them
run off to get the overseer.

I also told me of some ideas that I had for the six new
slaves and asked how much time he needed each day for
their training.

He thought for a moment and said, `A minimum of eight
hours for training and a minimum of eight hours for
sleep. The training is consistent and intensive at
times. They need that amount of sleep. So, you would
have a further eight hours for other purposes.'

I said that I wanted one given some basic training in
massage, and he said that was not problem. He chose
Vitali for that job as he had good hands and was so
sensitive to human touch. I got the impression that my
requests were akin to asking for a change of towels. One
slave was to be given the basics for making up a gym
training programme, and one to be trained in the
kitchens on how to cook.

He just nodded and made some notes in his notepad. I
continued and said, `I also want them all given anal
training on how to clench their sphincter muscles and
how to relax them at will,' and I showed him a clenched
fist and released the fist, and then clenching it
again.'

He did not blink an eye, and it showed that he had
receive some strange requests in his time.

He merely said, `That is quite simple. I shall include
it in basic training. There is a cock massage program
here which is quite good. Oh, I almost forgot to ask,
when the vet is removing those moles and the sebaceous
cysts do you want it done with or without anaesthetic?'

Now it was his turn to surprise me.

`With anaesthetic,' I replied.

While personally I like to be in charge, being in charge
does not implicitly being cruel. Again I thought to
myself of these slaves a thoroughbred horses on a
special training programme and on a special diet.

With these slaves it was my immediate priority that they
have the professional slave training which those more
experience in that field could supply. I would have
ample time to exert my authority and control over them,
ensuring submission and hopefully at the end of the day
loyalty to me as a Master.

Gus looked at me and said with a smile, `While you may
think, Master, that you can surprise me, I have been in
this country a lot longer and am quite able to shock you
a lot more. Everything you have ordered will be done and
ready within thirty days.'

I set off back to the capital and my temporary home at
the Bank's Villa.


To be continued...