Date: Fri, 4 Nov 2005 16:48:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Middle Class Slave Revisited Chapter 12

A Middle Class Slave Revisited
By Steam Train    (steam_t2000@yahoo.com)

Chapter 12: Out of my life.


That night dinner was served in the formal dining room
and I felt shame and enormous embarrassment serving at
the dining table that night.

I admit that that night my slave feeling failed me in
the midst of my own family. Along with Mr Morris, I
had to serve table to my parents and brothers. I
watched as they ate the best foods Master could supply
and drank the finest wines from his Napa Valley
Estate.

I felt they were uncomfortable with proceedings and
all of them at various times kept glancing over to
where I was standing when I was not serving.

Master sensed their unease and said; "I know you all
find this uncomfortable with your own son or brother
serving on your every need. Steve however needs to go
through this experience. He is a slave and always will
be. He needs to come to terms with the fact that when
he is in public with you, that you are free citizens
and he is a slave. As much as all of you, Steve
included find this very uncomfortable this is the
reality of Steve's existence. You know this I know
this and Steve knows this. What we all have to do is
accept this fact and then help Steve get on with his
life".

Master then went on with dinner as if nothing was any
different from having normal guests over. I was just
any slave serving table. I was ignored and the
conversation continued around the table as if I was
invisible. Personally I had this feeling of utter
worthlessness, I was a nothing, I had ruined my own
life, I blamed myself and what little self esteem I
had plummeted further that night.

Mr Morris and I served coffee and port in the formal
lounge and I retired into the slave's nook in the
wall. I don't know how I had expected to be treated
that night. I hadn't really thought things through.
What Master had said at the dinner table made complete
sense but standing out of the way in the slave nook, I
had to really work at keeping my slave feeling under
control. I was sorely tempted on a number of occasions
to interrupt and join in their polite conversations
but I didn't.

My mother was the first to suggest bed and the others
soon agreed it had been an emotionally draining day.

Master shocked me and I suspect my whole family by
casually telling them all that he hoped it had not
been too draining on me. He said he wanted some
relaxing sexual pleasure before he settled down to
sleep. When they all looked at him with questioning
expressions he told them that the nights when he was
in residence I was his bed slave.

"That's one advantage of slavery I can appreciate"
Bill said thankfully lightening up the situation. I
noticed though that mum and dad did not laugh or
smile.

Master used me for over an hour and a half that night.
I was very exhausted but Master wouldn't take no for
an answer and I think he was a little less gentle than
normal, just to show his mild displeasure at my lack
of vigour and enthusiasm.

In the morning after breakfast I was preparing to
drive Master, my father and my brothers to Piney Hills
for their round of golf when Mr Morris informed me I
was to stay with my mother and keep her company.

It had been years since I had never caddied for Master
at Piney Hills. Being supplanted like this was a blow
to my status, however I also felt some relief. Being
Masters caddy could also have been very degrading in
front of my family. I think Master sensed this and
made the change.

I was very forward for a slave as I helped Master load
his golf equipment into the mini van. I asked Master
"Please Master guide them to use the advice caddies
please, I don't want my brothers and father using the
naked caddies".

"Oh Steve, your such a prude, as I always tell you,
don't worry, leave that to me" Master replied.

Josh drove them to the course and I spent the morning
talking with my mother. We talked about all sorts of
things but it was mum who raised the issue of the
dinner last night and how I felt serving them. I told
her honestly.

Funny when I was younger I could never really open up
to her or dad, now it was all different. She even
asked me would I prefer it if they never came back to
see me. She said they would understand why and stay
away if I was just too embarrassed with my slave
status to want to be seen like that in front of them.

I left her in no doubt that I was a good slave and
proud of it. I wanted them to come back if Master
would allow it and I would willingly serve them as a
slave. I told mum it was a special pleasure for me to
do so.

I spent the early afternoon after the men returned
from golf in the formal lounge and then the garden
with my family. Again Master gave me permission to not
work that afternoon.

Later that afternoon Bill asked if my parents would
mind if Mike and he could have some time alone with
me. They took me back off to the house as Mr Morris
fussed over my parents in the garden.

When we arrived in Mikes guest room Bill said, "Little
bro we need to get to know you a lot better than we
have ever in the past. In my position as a Judge and
Mikes as a Senator we are very much in the public eye.
Even slaves can be bribed to talk to the media in
return for favours. But down here in the privacy of
your Masters residence we have found the perfect slave
to satisfy our desires. Steve we want to make up for
all those years that you missed out on our brotherly
love".

I offered no resistance. As a slave I was not allowed
to anyway but it didn't matter in this case I wanted
to bond fully with my brothers. In the privacy of the
bedroom I asked only for one thing.

"Guys I ask only for one thing. If you really want to
make it up to me, treat me like your brother not a
slave within the four walls of this room".

"We would have it no other way little brother Bill
replied, right Mike?"

"Absolutely" Mike replied.

They stripped me the pair of them, stopping to comment
on my ornamentation and laughed about the fact that I
definitely wasn't the little brother when it came to
family endowments. Poor Bill coped the brunt of Mike's
jibes on that score.

They traced their fingers along my tattoo lines and
felt my body piercings. The two really big, heavy inch
in diameter nipple rings, the inch and a quarter by a
quarter inch thick smooth steel cinch ring. My 'Prince
Albert Ring, a large, heavy steel ring that came out
of my piss slit and curved down to disappear behind
the meaty flange of my circumcised penis.

My brothers were in awe of my piercings. They stood
back for some time and just took the sight in.

"Man you've got a good body brother. Not an ounce of
fat on you. You're so tight its awesome! It says
something for slavery," Mike said.

"Your cut Steve? We are not and I don't recall you
being cut when you were a baby," Bill asked.

Blushing slightly I told them how my previous owners
had circumcised me in their bedroom without any
anaesthetic"

"Man that must have hurt" Bill blurted out.

"In more ways than one Bill, it's like loosing a close
friend" I replied honestly.

Taking the initiative I undressed both my brothers and
went down on my knees and began to suck Mike's cock.

"Hey what about me" Bill protested.

"Age before beauty" I replied.

"And size" Mike added with a smirk.

We all laughed.

We had a great time that afternoon. My love for my
brothers had been but a nebulous thing until that
afternoon.

Now I knew why Mike and Bill had gotten on so well.
Finally we were true brothers. I was part of their
love life if for so ever a brief interlude. Our
relationship would never be the same again.

Dinner that second night was much better for me. I had
worked through my thoughts and attitudes to my family.
I realised that in private I was their son and brother
and they treated me as such, but in public I was a
slave. I was totally content now with that situation.
Both they and I understood fully where we stood.

The next morning Master had Josh drive them back to
the airport. He said it was better I said my goodbyes
in the privacy of the house out of sight of prying
eyes. One of the older indentured boys accompanied
Josh to help with the luggage.

It was an emotional farewell. I soon decided Master
was correct again in his decision. Just before they
all walked out to the mini bus Master told my family
that they were free to accompany him down and visit me
any time they choose, they were just to contact him in
advance.

In practise this turned out to be about once every six
months though my brothers were not always able to make
it as regularly. Sometimes one would, sometimes none
and occasionally both. These were the best visits as
they lead too much fun in the privacy of my brother's
bedrooms.

Life went back to a normal routine after that until
June and the end of Josh's schooling came around.

I had been dreading this moment but time stands still
for no one.

That young prepubescent boy had grown into a perfect
specimen of a man. Not just in body but in manners,
knowledge and attitude.

I was so proud of him, he was like the son I would
never have.

I did not sleep with Master on Josh's last night.
Master out of absolute kindness gave me permission to
sleep with Josh.

After we had dined at Masters table, we were allowed
as a special treat to sleep in the main guest room of
the residence for the night.

When he was sixteen Josh had told his father he was
gay. It was not well received at first, though by now
their relationship was back to normal if not improved
from where it had been when he first told them of his
sexuality.

Mr Woods had claimed he had not expected that his son
would be subject to the sexual usages a slave is put
too. Josh told him he had selective memory!

Josh remembered quite clearly Master informing him in
front of his dad that Josh would be treated in all
ways just like a slave. Josh had told his dad he knew
better than most what that meant. If he choose to
ignore it, that was his problem.

Josh went on to tell his dad all about him and me. How
he had made all the advances on me and how it had
taken some time before I was prepared to allow Josh
what he wanted. Josh told his dad he knew he was gay
from an early age, he just wasn't man enough at the
time to stand up in front of his dad and `come out'.

Now Mr and Mrs Woods were standing in Masters formal
lounge along with Josh's brother Ben who was now
twenty and his sister Ashleigh who I hadn't seen since
that fateful day nearly five years ago and was now at
twenty three married and very obviously pregnant with
her first child.

Her husband by his accent a southern gentlemen looked
very uncomfortable standing besides her. He clearly
didn't want to be there associating with anything to
do with slaves.

I had said all my goodbyes the night before in bed
with Josh. I hoped I had shed all my tears of grief
and joy. I suspected I had not.

Master handed Josh his release from indenture and then
his scholarship to college.

I was so proud. Everyone was proud except perhaps for
Ashleigh's husband.

I took my slave position at the front door in honour
of my student, my friend, and my lover. I felt my
heart was going to stop beating. There was this
enormous tension across my chest. I felt I was
labouring just to breathe.

Josh came to me like Brett before him and raised my
head.

Unlike Brett he kissed me passionately there before
all his family and the household slaves and told all
who were listening to bear witness that he would find
a way to again be with his one true love.

As Josh walked out of my life and back into freedom he
did not look back but strode purposefully to the
waiting car and joined by his brother he drove off
down the gravel drive. I watched till there was
nothing left to see but the scattering dust, then I
broke down completely.

I had to be assisted back into the slave quarters
where Margaret and Anna swooned and fussed over me
making me drink a hot cup of some of Masters finest
Ceylon tea, regardless of Master s permission to use
it!

I slept with Master that night and it was very
comforting, however the next night after Master had
flown away it was terrible. I kept waking expecting
Josh to come in and join me. I longed for the feel of
Josh's body snugly cuddling into my body.

The next night like the night before I lay there in
bed unable to sleep till the early hours of the
morning, wondering what Josh in his new found freedom
was doing, when I heard the door to my room open just
like Josh used to do.

"Who's there?" I asked peering into the gloom.

There was no answer then I felt a body lower itself
next to me. Nothing needed to be said, I knew that
feel. I was intimate with every aspect of that body.

"I couldn't sleep" was all the body said.

"Nor could I Josh" I replied.

"I love you Steve I can't get by without you" Josh
said.

"I love you too Josh and I didn't know how I was going
to get by without you" I said.

That night we made love like two long lost lovers
freshly reunited. Not like two guys who had only been
two nights apart.

The consequences of Josh's love for me were such that
his life changed to accommodate me. Master out of
kindness and compassion allowed all this to happen.

Josh decided to study for his undergraduate degree
locally. Master and Josh's family tried to convince
him that he would be better off going north to
college. He refused point blank saying that if he
wasn't near me he would pine and his studies would
suffer and besides the local University was well
regarded as one of the premier learning centres in the
South.

So it came to pass that Josh moved in permanently to
one of the guest rooms in the residence. Master gave
permission for me to visit him and he to visit me. I
now had twenty indentured slaves to look after and
because of this on most nights it was Josh who came
over and bunked with me after he completed his study.

The quietness and solitude of the residence he found a
real bonus in assisting him achieve high distinctions.
He constantly thanked me for the tough discipline that
allowed him to concentrate so well on the tasks at
hand.

Life resumed it's normal routine and continued that
way for the next three years. At the beginning of
Josh's fourth and last year of college study for his
undergraduate degree, the year I turned forty, changes
again occurred to my life as a slave.

Master was now only coming down to the plant for two
days a month.

As we lay in bed one Tuesday night talking after
Master had had his sexual relief he bought up my
bodily appearance and how my body was spoilt as far as
he was concerned by all the tattoos that had been
applied at Piney Hills.

By the time we settled down to sleep that night Master
had already emailed a note to Mr Anderson to arrange
for me to receive laser treatment to remove all my
tattoos.

It took nearly six months of regular treatment before
all the extensive tattooing on my body was removed. I
had expected it to be a painful experience but it was
not, the laser felt like the snapping of a rubber band
against my skin, nothing more.

I had also expected that I would be left with scarring
and disfigurement of my skin, but this was not the
case. There was no damage to the formally pigmented
skin or the normal skin surrounding the tattooed area.

The treatment obviously cost Master a lot of money, as
it was performed not by a Veterinarian, there were
none locally with this skill or equipment, not even in
the State Capital as there was normally no call for
this service for slaves.

Mr Anderson found a Specialist Doctor who treated me
after hours so as not to distress all those nice free
citizens he usually treated at his practice, at of
course a premium after hours fee.

The technician who assisted the Doctor told me that
tattoos appear under a microscope as tiny granules of
colour pigment. These granules are located in a skin
cell known as a macrophage. Macrophages normally
remove foreign objects for example, bacteria from the
body. The pigment that has caused the tattoo 'freezes'
the macrophage cell so that it can't do its job. As a
result, the pigment remains in the skin and the tattoo
becomes permanent.

The `Q-Switched Yag Laser', which the Doctor used on
me, was designed especially for removing blue/black
tattoo pigments.

The technician told me it worked by penetrating the
skin and breaking up the tattoo pigments into smaller
pieces. The macrophage skin cells were then able to
clear these smaller pigments from the skin.

Master followed the results closely every monthly
visit. The tattoos took months to fade after
treatment.

When they had completely faded Master pronounced me
far sexier looking with clear skin than with my
previously heavily tattooed body. He then decided he
found me more and more erotic the closer I got to
looking like a freeman again.

For the next step in my transformation Master ordered
my nipple rings, Prince Albert ring and cinch ring all
to be removed in readiness for the final treatment
that Master had decided I needed to complete my
transformation.

In their place Master gave me on his next visit in the
privacy of his own bedroom an expensive slimline
platinum collar.

The unusual thing about this collar was that it hinged
at the back and clicked together in the front into a
small ornate clasp discreetly depicting at close
scrutiny Master fucking me. It was not lockable.
Master told me I had earned his trust. I was to wear
it in public and that in private I was free to take it
off just like a necklace.

Engraved on the left side were Masters details,
`Property of W. C. Booth RSO149478504, his federally
registered slave owners number and on the right side
`Presented to Steven Wright 701605 for Loyal
Servitude'.

To complete my transformation into looking as close to
a freeman as possible Master ordered Mr Anderson to
organise for me to have skin grafts on my arse and
biceps to remove the Green Bay Farms branding and my
slave number branded on my bicep.

This was a painful experience. Not the actual grafting
as this was done under anaesthetic but my skin took a
long time to heal and even when I left the hospital.

Master made me pretend whilst I was in Hospital that I
was a freeman so I could obtain treatment. It was some
experience after all these years to be called `sir' by
the nursing staff and even `master' by the hospital
slaves. Josh visited me regularly and informed me that
master had told him to remind me not to forget what I
was or enjoy the pampering too much

When I returned to the residence I required daily
attention from the factories nurse in dressing and
cleaning the skin grafts and the area on my other
buttock where they removed the skin for the graft.

Unlike the laser treatment the skin grafts left some
minor scarring but Master again was very satisfied
with my appearance when I had finally all healed up.

On their next visit my parents in particular were over
the moon with my new look. My brothers', well they had
mixed opinions. They felt better that I looked like a
normal man however they missed all my ornamentation
especially my rings.

Josh graduated in June with high honors from his
undergraduate course. Like Master he found my normal
naked body look a real turn on. For both him and
Master I usually took off my collar and lay totally
naked with them. In bed I now really felt like a
freeman again for the first time in many years, the
reality set in when I stepped back into the real
world.

Josh continued his studies immediately after
completing his Undergraduate degree. Master agreeing
to funded his studies for his Juris Doctor degree in
Law for the next year

For all of you who think our relationship was all
bliss well I can confess that it wasn't. Josh was free
and I wasn't that caused the odd problem from time to
time. On one memorable occasion he actually `ordered'
me to clean up his room for him. I was a very moody
slave to MASTER Josh that night. On another occasion
he complained that I was only paying him lip service
and that I had lost my love for him and `ordered' me
to love him!!!!!

These lovers tiffs aside my relationship with Josh
grew stronger and deeper as the years progressed.

During one of Masters visits near the end of Josh's
second year of legal studies, Master informed me he
was planning major changes in the structure of the
household.

What a major surprise they turned out to be over the
next year of my life!


End Chapter 12 (Part 21 Continuance of Original)