Date: Mon, 5 Dec 2011 14:16:07 -0500
From: Jase Jason <jase-jason@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Life So Far  -  Part Two

MY LIFE SO FAR

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Part Two.

Despite what was to follow in the next five years, the drive from the Court
House to Slaves r Us, a distance of some 3 miles, was to me the most
humiliating experience of my life.  My mind could not comprehend that
within the space of one minute and the uttering by the judge of one
sentence, it was possible for a normal law-abiding young man, free to
conduct his life in any manner he wished and on the threshold of a
promising future, to be reduced to the status of some inferior species, to
become the chattel of any person willing to pay a price, a creature without
any rights, unable to resist any indignity it was called upon to suffer.
The whole idea of it seemed monstrous and, although I had accepted the
whole concept of slavery previously, the fact that it was happening to me
now was incomprehensible. That journey was a nightmare as we were
transported on the open truck, restrictively caged in a standing position
and nude, through the streets of the town.  We were open to the stares of
passersby and young kids laughed and threw insults and objects at us. I
burst into tears of shame.

Sunninghill was a town of moderate size and therefore some of the functions
which would normally have been handled by the county authorities when
enslavement orders were handed down, were outsourced to private concerns on
a contract basis.  Thus it was that we had been handed over to Slaves r Us
for initial processing and warehousing.  Slaves r Us was situated on the
outskirts of the town and was concentrated in a nondescript single-story
building. When slavery had been re-introduced, the God-fearing citizens of
the town, many of whom were implicated in it up to their necks, did not
like the raw edges of it paraded before their eyes, so the original owner
of the firm had thought it best to locate the firm as far away from their
gaze as possible. On arrival at the site the truck was driven to the side
of the building where a loading/unloading bay was situated.  We were herded
out of the cages and on to the loading bay, being constantly harangued and
threatened by handlers, who appeared to be young 18 and 19 year olds.  They
all carried whips or canes and some of the new slaves who didn't move fast
enough for the handlers' liking, had their first taste of a stroke over
their backs.  We were hustled into a line, one behind the other, and
secured to each other by a chain which was attached to our metal collars.
We were then chased on the double and under the whips of the young handlers
through the entrance of the building past what I later discovered was the
processing center, and then through another steel door into the warehousing
facility.  This was a dank cement block hall with narrow barred windows
running the full length on either side just under the roof. On the left
side there were a number of holding cages probably capable of housing six
slaves each and on the other side a series of small individual cages
measuring roughly 6' x 6' x 6'.  There were about ten slaves stuffed into
these cages and it was clear that they were barely able to move.  It was
difficult for them to stand up and they were barely able to stretch out.
All were naked and, like us, wore metal collars and ankle shackles. Once
inside the warehouse, the handlers removed the chain from our collars and,
continuously shouting abuse, herded us into one of the holding cells.  We
were all put in one cell despite the fact that there were numerous empty
cells alongside. It was apparent that, due to the lateness of the hour, we
would be held there until morning.  Just then Kenny Anderson, the owner of
the firm, marched in to look us over.  He cut an impressive figure with a
smart khaki uniform, brown belt to which various devices were attached, and
brown boots.  His hair was cut in a crew.  The other handlers were
similarly dressed.  He came over to our cage and looked us over with
obvious disdain.  He then caught sight of me and a little smile played on
his lips.  Addressing me he said "Welcome to your new home dude!".  He then
informed us that we would be processed in the usual way in the morning when
we would be informed of the rules.  "However", he continued, "I am
informing you now that the number one rule for slaves is that they maintain
silence at all times unless specifically addressed by a free man.
Furthermore, the slave's response will be 'Yes Sir' or 'No Sir', nothing
else.  If any one of you is caught talking, you will be gagged and you will
remain gagged permanently."  He marched out.

Just then one of the handlers entered pushing a trolley.  On it were
stacked a large tin of slave rations, looking much like the dog biscuits
you see in supermarkets, a garden watering can filled with water, and
enamel dishes and cups.  Each slave was given a measure of slave chow and a
cup of water and we were told to eat.  We were informed that, if we did not
finish our food, we would be denied food at the next feeding time.  When we
had finished eating we were herded to the end of the warehouse and told to
shit and piss in the two available slave latrines which were basically just
holes in the floor.  We were then returned to our cage and locked up for
the night.  "Sleep well, gentlemen" a baby-faced handler intoned as he left
the warehouse and switched off the lights, all except for a dim light at
the entrance.

The following morning we were woken at 6am by the handlers on duty amid
much shouting and hullabaloo. We were again herded to the end of the
warehouse and told to shit and piss and thereafter lined up for a "shower".
The shower consisted of a hose which was played over our entire bodies.  We
were then chased back to our cell.  The same procedure was carried out with
the slaves housed in the individual cages facing us.  We were then fed and
watered, the same slave rations and water, and left alone.

At that particular moment we were property of the authorities and we would
remain housed in the warehouse at Slaves r Us until such time as the next
slave auction was held.  We would be only partially processed at this
point, certain procedures being mandatory, and then the final touches would
be applied after we had been sold off, those being at the discretion of the
new owner. It was mandatory by law for a slave to be tattooed with his
official slave number both on the chest above the left nipple and on the
inside of the right wrist.  This does not sound too extreme but the numbers
were large and unmistakable and the sight of this permanent disfigurement
of my body was traumatic for me.  After we had been tattooed we were led
through to another area where we were given rough crewcuts and finally all
the remaining hair on our bodies, except for the eyebrows, was clipped and
then shaved.  The work was carried out by slaves owned by the firm. When we
looked at each other afterwards we were horrified at what we saw.  We were
then hustled back to the warehouse and forced into the individual cages we
had seen the other slaves in.  I could hardly believe that we could be
subjected to such treatment.  One of the slaves was heard to make some
remark and he was dragged from his cage, frog-marched through to the
punishment area in the processing center and given ten lashes.  When he was
returned to the warehouse his back was criss-crossed with red welts and he
had been fitted with a ball-gag and his hands cuffed behind his back.  He
was kept that way until the auction took place, the gag only being removed
at feeding time.  It was a salutary and shocking lesson for the rest of
us. We discovered that the young handlers were both dismissive of our very
existence (as only teenagers can be) but quite ruthless in their handling
of us.  The next auction was scheduled for ten days hence and meanwhile we
were kept in those tiny cages with two half-hour breaks in the morning and
evening when we were able to relieve ourselves and were "showered".  If we
had to shit or piss in between times, we did it where we were in the cage.
During the time we were showered the cages would be hosed down by the
firm's slaves and our excretions would be washed away into a trough at the
back of the cages and disappear.

On the morning of the auction, after the usual shit, piss and shower
routine, and after we had been fed and watered, we were taken through to
the processing center and the slaves proceeded to neatly trim our hair and
freshly shave the rest of our bodies.  Body oil was then applied to our
entire bodies, even in the cracks of our asses.  We looked each other over
and, all things considered, were pleasantly surprised at our
appearance. Obviously the authorities were keen that we look our best when
paraded before the prospective buyers.  On returning to the holding cells,
we were split up four to a cell (which was the number of slaves that would
be displayed at one time) and each given two capsules to swallow.  These
turned out to be sex stimulants which would keep us boned while on display.
In addition our shackles were removed and replaced by a single shackle on
the right ankle.

The auction took place on the premises of Slaves r Us but was conducted by
the authorities who were empowered to accept or reject bids.  The auction
room looked much like a school assembly hall with a raised platform at the
front where the slaves were displayed and rows of chairs in front of that
for the prospective buyers and the usual bunch of onlookers.  The slave
handlers were everywhere in attendance to ensure that no untoward incidents
took place.  I was in the second group of four to be displayed.  We were
secured to the floor by the ankle shackles we wore and had been told to
remain at all times in the display position.  I was shocked to see
Mr. Smith and Brad sitting in the fourth row in front of me and I must have
turned all shades of red in my humiliation. They did not acknowledge my
presence in any way.  A number of buyers mounted the platform and we were
subjected to degrading inspections of every type.  Our mouths were forced
open and examined, our genitals were pulled and squeezed, our bodies had
hands run over them, and we were even forced to bend over so that our
anuses might be examined and probed.  Mr. Smith thankfully took no part in
these examinations.  When bids were finally called for for me, there was
quite a bit of interest but each time someone made an offer Mr. Smith would
outbid him.  Ultimately the other bidders dropped out of the race and
Mr. Smith's last bid was accepted.  We slaves were returned to the
processing center while the successful bidders finalized the paperwork and
payment with the authorities.  Wild thoughts were racing through my head
that Brad had perhaps persuaded his father to buy me so that I would not
fall into the hands of some harsh Master.

As soon as the purchaser of a slave had finalized the sale with the
authorities, he would complete a questionnaire on which he gave
instructions as at what modifications should be carried out on the slave by
the processing center before delivery was taken.  This was included in the
purchase price.  It wasn't very long before one of the handlers came
through from the auction room and my number was called out.  The firm's
slaves took a piece of paper from the handler with instructions on it and I
was led through to the processing center.  I was firstly taken to the
barbers and they proceeded to shave my head but for the exception of two
strips of hair about two inches wide, one running from my forehead to the
back of my neck and the other from one ear to the other.  The hair was
trimmed to about one half inch in length.  From there I was hurried through
to the ringing station where I was fitted with heavy ring earrings about
two inches in diameter.  Finally I was taken though to the end of the line
where my temporary metal collar was removed and I was fitted with a
permanent welded collar which was about an inch wide and made of stainless
steel with studs all around it.  I think it would be true to say that it
was at this point that a slave finally crossed the great divide and
realized what he had become.  I was then told to don the outfit which had
been provided by my new owner and this consisted of thin cotton shorts and
a tunic of the same material which didn't quite reach the top of the
shorts, and a pair of cheap sandals.  The pants and tunic were dark green
with purple trimmings.  No underwear was provided so that my dick and balls
were plainly visible.  I was told to sit on my haunches against the wall
until my owner arrived to take delivery of me.

Shortly thereafter one of the handlers came over to me and attached a short
leash to my collar and led me out on to the loading bay.  There in front of
me was Brad and his younger bro Mike who both, when they saw me, burst into
laughter.  "Nice do dude", Brad managed to say while choking with laughter.
It was Mike who took the leash from the handler and the horrible
realization came over me that I had been bought for Mike in celebration of
his 16th birthday which had recently taken place.  I was led to the
family's SUV which was parked against the loading bay and told to get in
the back, to lie down and to shut up.  During the drive back to the Smith
mansion, Brad expressed surprise to Mike that he had not ordered a few more
modifications.  Mike replied that he had wanted a large nose ring to be
fitted but their father had nixed it since I would be serving indoors and
he did not wish to be confronted with such a sight.  Mike had also wanted a
tattoo across my shoulders stating "Property of Michael Smith" but their
father had vetoed that stating that when I was resold it would detract from
my selling price.

As we entered the gates of the Smith property, Mike leant over towards me
and said "How you doing asshole?" but I knew better than to respond.  They
both laughed at the witticism.

I was unable to see where the SUV was headed but once it had stopped and
Mike had bundled me out of the rear, I was able to see that we were at the
back of the house.  We were met by a slave who was dressed similarly to me
except that he wore in addition a purple pillbox hat.  He told me later
that Mike had given instructions that I was not to wear the hat as part of
my uniform, presumably so that my comical haircut would be visible at all
times. The slave bowed to Mike who told him that I was the new slave and
that he should take charge of me and prepare me to meet the Master. Mike
turned on his heel and he and Brad went into the house.  I estimated that
the slave was in his 30's and it turned out that he had been bought by
Mr. Smith about five years previously after having been enslaved for debt.
He informed me that his name was Jack (the Master's choice of name), that
he was the head slave and that I should address him as "chief".  I was to
defer to him at all times.  He led me away to an out-building which was an
unpainted cement block affair which he informed me was the slave quarters.
The building was in stark contrast to the other out-buildings, for example,
the garages and servants' accommodation of a previous era, which had been
designed and built to appear as part of the house itself.  The slave
quarters had been built behind the garages and were completely out of
sight.  At the front of the building there was a normal cheap wooden door
fronted by a steel door comprising thick vertical bars.  We entered into a
small vestibule which had access to two further doors (normal door plus
steel door), and Jack informed me that the door on the left led to the
female slaves' quarters and the one on the right to the male slaves'
quarters.  We entered the door on the right and I was led to my room, which
was in fact a cell.  There were five rooms (duplicated I assume on the
other side of the building), and each had the same double door arrangement.
The room consisted of rough cemented walls which had been whitewashed and
it reminded me a lot of pictures I had seen of monastery cells.  There was
a window, again barred, about 5' wide and 18" in depth but this was
situated just under the ceiling so that one would have to stand on a chair
to look out. It was smeared with accumulated grime. The furniture consisted
of a narrow metal bed with a thin coir mattress, a small pine dresser and
table, and a molded plastic chair.  That was it.  I was later given a foam
pillow and two thin well-worn blankets.

Jack unshackled my ankles and I sighed with relief as I was able to move my
legs freely.  He informed me that there were now eight slaves, including
myself.  There were two other male slaves who worked full-time in the
grounds of the house under his supervision, and four female slaves, a cook,
two "general purpose" house slaves and another who was the Mistress's
personal slave.  They too reported to him.  In addition to his supervisory
duties, he was also the Master's personal slave.  He informed me that I had
been bought as Master Michael's personal slave on his having recently
attained his 16th birthday.  Master Bradley had two years earlier turned
down his father's offer of a personal slave as it seemed he had little
patience with slaves and had asked instead for a sports car.  Towards the
end of the passage there were two further rooms.  One turned out to be
where two slave latrines were housed and the other contained two cold-water
shower heads.  A further door led to a bigger room which was accessible by
both male and female slaves and was referred to as the recreation room.  It
contained two tables and there were also about ten chairs, all the
furniture being plastic molded.  On the one table stood an ancient black
and white Zenith TV set on which, Jack informed me, one was able to tune in
to the newly-introduced slave channel.  A number of magazines were on the
other table, but I later discovered that they were all copies of "Slaves'
World", a magazine devoted to slaves and containing articles which were
designed to improve and perfect the service provided by slaves to their
Masters.

Jack instructed me to shower and provided me with a threadbare towel and a
cake of soap which was standard issue at slave supplies stores.  He
informed me that that cake of soap would have to last two weeks.  I
discovered that the soap was rough and barely lathered and wondered at the
fact that in a wealthy household it would be found necessary to economize
on such an item as a cake of soap.  I realized later that it was part of a
deliberate strategy of degradation of the slave. Jack provided me with my
second uniform and told me to don it as the Master was a stickler for
neatness.  Those two uniforms were to serve me for the full two years I
remained in the service of the Smith household.  Not long after, we were
summoned to the presence of the Master and Jack led me through the house to
the Master's study.  Jack knocked on the door and we were instructed to
enter. Standing in front of a huge desk was Mr. Smith flanked on either
side by Brad and Mike.  As I had been instructed to do by Jack, I
prostrated myself on the carpet in front of the Master awaiting the
instruction to rise.  I then stood, my legs apart, my hands clasped behind
my back and my head bowed.  I glanced upwards for a split second and
noticed a hint of a smile on Brad's lips and an open smirk on Mike's face.
Mr. Smith then addressed me.  "Young man, circumstances have decreed that
you enter this house once more; however your status has irrevocably changed
and my advice to you is to accept what fate has decreed for you.  You will
find that this household is a Christian one and that you have indeed been
fortunate in becoming a part of it.  Our society has laid down that there
shall be free men and slaves and this family as true American patriots
accept that dispensation.  I repeat that you would be well advised to put
your previous life completely behind you and out of your mind and to
concentrate solely on serving your new owners to be best of your ability.
In this way you will once again be able to target new goals for yourself.
Slave Jack, to whom you will defer completely, will acquaint you with
details of the rules you will adhere to but I will spell out some basic
tenets by which you will abide absolutely.  You will refer to me at all
times as Master, my wife as Mistress, and my two sons as Master Bradley and
Master Michael.  You have been designated to be the personal slave of
Master Michael and you will therefore devote yourself body and mind
entirely to his service.  I will not in any way interfere with his control
of you but of course it is clearly understood that as your legal owner I
have final say in your future. As is customary you will be known in future
by a name of your Master's choosing, and Master Michael has decided that
you will henceforth be known as Binky."  I glanced up for an instant and
Mike was having difficulty in keeping a straight face.  "Slave Jack will
now acquaint you with your basic duties but no doubt Master Michael will
want to see you shortly to lay down the ground rules of your
servitude. Carry on slave."  I bowed deeply, as Jack had instructed me,
first to the Master and then to Master Bradley, and finally I went down on
my knees in front of Master Michael and kissed his feet. On being told by
Michael to rise I followed Jack out of the room.

Jack led me through to the kitchen where he introduced me to the female
slaves who had gathered at the end of the day prior to serving dinner to
the family.  One of the female slaves, whose name was Daisy, signaled me
into a pantry and surreptitiously offered me a mug of sweet coffee and a
cookie. It was the first act of kindness that had been shown to me since I
had been sentenced by the judge. Within a half hour I was summoned to
Master Michael's room.  Jack led me to the door and then left.  I knocked
quietly and entered when I was instructed to.  Brad was in the room but
when I entered he said "Later, Mike" and left without so much as a glance
at me. I went down on my knees in front of Mike and kissed his feet.  He
instructed me to rise but to stay on my knees and I kept my head bowed as
was expected of a slave.  "OK, asshole," he commenced, "we seem to have got
past the preliminaries, so let's understand where exactly the two of us
are.  I have decided that, in future, I want no further dealings with the
household slaves and those bitches will be barred from my room.  You will
be solely responsible for the cleanliness of this apartment and will carry
out cleaning duties on a daily basis. You will see to it that my laundry is
attended to each day and be responsible to ensure that it is properly
ironed when returned.  You will keep my clothes in perfect order and each
morning you will lay out for me the items I intend to wear.  You will wake
me each morning at precisely 7am to ascertain what I require for breakfast
and then leave to arrange that.  You will serve my breakfast here every
morning and I expect the food to be piping hot.  If it is not, it will be a
matter for punishment.  Once I have eaten, I will shower and you will
assist me as necessary. I will leave for school at precisely 8am each
morning and you will bring my car to the front door in good time so that I
may leave promptly. It will be one of your duties to wash my car daily and
to polish it weekly.  When I am at home I will expect you to be on call at
all hours.  Whenever you enter the room you will kneel and "head to toe"
and the same will apply to Master Bradley or any of my friends if they
happen to be in the room. You are to maintain silence at all times and only
speak when directly addressed. For the time being your only responses will
be 'Yes Sir Master Michael', 'No Sir Master Michael', or 'Thank you Sir
Master Michael', as is required.  In due course your duties will be
increased but we will cross that bridge when we come to it.  Do you
understand slave?"  I responded "Yes Sir Master Michael".  "OK then,
asshole, get your ass outta my sight until tomorrow morning".  I rose,
bowed and left the room.


To be continued....