Date: Thu, 20 Sep 2012 20:44:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Christian Debus <servus4u@ymail.com>
Subject: "Phillip's Story" Chapter 7

PHILLIP'S STORY
Chapter 7
"The Weekend Visit"

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Written by Jean-Christophe (Chris): September 2012
Read all my stories at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Jean-Christophe_Stories

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The Weekend Visit:

Master has looked forward to this weekend and I am pleased to see his
excitement. When he'd told me about it, I resolved that I would do all I
could to make the visit of his uncle, aunt and his two teenaged cousins as
pleasant and as memorable as I could.

I've worked hard all week under Master's direction to ensure that all will
be in readiness for their arrival on Saturday morning. And if it is at all
possible, I've put extra effort into making sure that all will be as Master
wants.

There was much to be done. Master had to plan the menus for the weekend and
to prepare shopping lists of all the food, drinks and other refreshments
that would be needed. And of course, Master required that the house be in
perfect condition for their overnight stay.

Master's uncle, Sir Hayward is his father's brother and lives just over the
state line so their journey won't a long one. Master informed me that his
uncle will be accompanied by his wife, Mistress Eujanie, his sixteen year
old daughter, Mistress Shilah and fourteen old son, Sir Jermain.

Sir Hayward is known to me. Master has him act as my financial advisor and
every few months they meet to look at my monetary affairs and to keep an
accurate accounting of my finances.

Of course, I don't have the freedom to spend as I choose. My expenses are
rigidly controlled by Master and he grants me an adequate allowance for my
weekly needs; these cover my travelling expenses to and from my work in the
City and for my weekday lunches.

Naturally, the decision to buy anything outside of my allowance isn't mine
to make. Quite rightly that choice is Master's to make and not mine. I'm
forbidden to buy indiscriminately and should I wish to purchase something
then I must ask Master's permission. Master will listen to my reasons for
wanting to buy that something and he will question me as to whether or not
my request is reasonable. If he judges that it is then he usually gives me
his approval. However, should he consider my request as frivolous, he'll
refuse and that's an end to the matter? As in all things, Master's word is
law and I defer to his superior judgment. Master always knows what is best
for me.

And I believe that Sir Hayward now acts as the financial advisor to Sir
Lachlan's new slave, Jem.

Master told me the Sirs and Mistresses would be accompanied by their three
family slaves to assist me in serving them. I have seen the slaves
previously at family gatherings but I'd never spoken to them. I'm aware
that there is an older male aged about forty, a younger male probably in
his late teens and a female in either her late thirties of early forties
but I am unaware of their names. However, their names and ages are
immaterial and of no concern of mine. I'm not required to know such details
and if my Master felt I needed to know these things, then he will tell
me. And it goes without saying that I mustn't show my curiosity and never
question Master about other Superiors or their slaves.

In the past, whenever, we'd been together it was to serve our Black
Superiors as their white slaves and not to socialize with one
another. Fraternization among the slaves was strictly forbidden; after all
we weren't there to engage in idle chatter or frivolous talking with one
another. What is required of us at all times - indeed what is demanded of
us - is that we focus all our attention on our Superiors and their needs.

These family gatherings are for the benefit and enjoyment of our Black
Masters and Mistresses. Their needs are paramount and it is our duty as
their white slaves to ensure they receive the maximum pleasure from these
events.

Throughout the eleven years of my servitude I have derived a lot of
pleasure from seeing my Master and his Superior family and friends enjoying
themselves in each other's company. It became very obvious to me in the
early days of my slavery that my Black Superiors are very gregarious and
like for nothing better than to socialize with one another. Their joy at
being together is infectious and I have received so much happiness from
observing them as they interact. Their happiness has more than rewarded me
for any effort I put into making such gatherings a success.

Therefore, I want to make this weekend a memorable one for Master and his
relatives and I have devoted my energies to ensuring that it all goes as
Master would want it to.

I was fortunate in that Master's brother, Sir Lachlan was also to visit for
the weekend and of course, he will be accompanied by his slave, Jem. This
meant that Jem will be available to help me prepare for the visitors'
arrival and he will assist me in serving them.

Saturday dawned and I woke early to get the house in order for the influx
of visitors. Several hours before Master's visitors were due; Sir Lachlan
arrived by car accompanied by Jem. I waited naked as Master welcomed his
brother and then it was my turn to welcome Sir Lachlan to my Master's
home. I fell to my knees and crawled to Sir Lachlan and kissed his feet in
homage and begged to be allowed to serve him as his brother's slave.

As I did so, Jem shucked off his clothes and similarly greeted my Master.

While our two Masters relaxed, Jem and I were busy preparing the guest
bedrooms for Master's uncle and his family, and preparing refreshments for
when they arrived. Master's standards of hospitality demand that I serve
beverages and nibbles immediately upon their arrival.

As we worked together, I sensed there was something wrong with Jem; he
wasn't himself.  He appeared to be subdued and 'down at the mouth'. I was
to learn that he'd disappointed his Master earlier by not serving breakfast
at the appointed time. Quite appropriately, he'd been punished and received
a severe spanking from his Master.

I had noticed the fading red of his ass-cheeks as he'd knelt in homage to
my Master but had thought nothing of it. After all a reddened or a caned
ass on a slave is to be expected. We are all subject to unexpected
punishment at any time.

I suspect that Jem's dejection had nothing to do with his smarting ass but
more to do with his disappointment at failing his Master. I n the short
time that I have known Jem I have come to appreciate his worth as a
slave. Working alongside of him and in my talks with him, I know Jem to be
a rare commodity. He is totally committed to his slavery and in his
absolute dedication to his Master. If it is possible, Jem gives one
thousand per cent of himself in his service to his Master.

I believe Jem will make an excellent slave and that he'll make his Master
proud to own him.  He tries very hard to please his Master and his attitude
to my Master is all that it should be - respectful, deferential and humble.

But he is a new slave and still has much to learn. I'm not being superior
in saying this as even after my eleven years of service, I am still
learning. There are occasions when Master must correct an erroneous
attitude of mine or to punish me for some unthinking, foolish mistake I
have made.  It would be true to say a white slave never stops learning!

Given our imperfect natures, I know it's not possible for a white slave to
be considered by his Black Owner as the "perfect slave". By his inferior
status, a white slave never stops learning and he must continually look to
his Black Master at all times for direction, guidance and be ready to
accept any necessary corrections without question.

However, it is incumbent on all white slaves to strive for that elusive
"perfection" in the service of our owners. And we should be grateful for
the effort our Masters invest in making us the best slaves that we can be.

As protocol demands of a slave, Jem and I stood at naked display as the two
cars carrying Master's Uncle and his family arrived. From this position I
was able to see that the first car was driven by the older male slave with
his Master, Sir Hayward sitting alongside of him in the front passenger
seat.

Mistress Eujanie and her female slave were seated in the back.

The second vehicle was driven by the younger male slave and he was
accompanied by his young Master, Sir Jermain and his older sister, Mistress
Shilah.

Jem and I stood motionless as our two Masters warmly welcomed their uncle,
aunt and two teenaged cousins to Master's home. After their embraces and
handshakes, it was time for Jem and me to step forward, fall to your knees
and pay our homage to the four Superior visitors by kissing their feet in
welcome.

As Jem and I performed our obeisance, the three visiting slaves shucked off
their few articles of clothing and crawled naked over to Master and Sir
Lachlan to pay homage to them in the time honored way by kissing their
feet.

The conversation between the six Superiors was very animated and it
promised to be a most carefree visit - I was so happy to see my Master's
obvious joy at having members of his family visit his home. It made all my
efforts in preparing for this weekend worthwhile. As they joked and
laughed, their five slaves were ignored and crouched naked at their feet
waiting for the order to stand.

When the order was given to stand, I followed Master and his guests into
the house. As the slave of the host it was my duty to serve welcoming
drinks and snacks after their journey. As they retired to the living room,
I hurried into the kitchen and quickly returned to serve them
refreshments. Jem and the other slaves unloaded the luggage from the trunks
of the two vehicles and carried the cases to the bedrooms that Jem and I
had prepared earlier.

As the Superiors relaxed and talked the slaves served them. We stood mute
at modified display but were ready to step forward - without bidding - to
serve them. Mostly the Superiors' conversations dealt with family matters
and we were ignored.

Our Superiors relaxed and talked together while their white slaves waited
on them hand and foot. Of course, we were kept constantly busy catering for
their needs but this was especially so for the young slave; his young
Master and Mistress made great demands of him and he was constantly running
and fetching for them.

The two young Superiors were supremely confident and self- assured and I
couldn't help but marvel at the way they controlled their young slave and
the rest of us. It was inspiring to see them in action and I thought of the
young Superior in Jem's and my life - Sir Jon. I wondered if he had this
same self-assurance - the type that comes with an easy acceptance of his
inherited Black Superiority and a strong belief in the inferiority of the
white race.

My slave's intuition told that he did - I certainly hoped this was so - and
I longed to see him in action and to experience at firsthand his control of
me.

Inevitably, whenever Black Superiors gather together their interest always
turns to their white slaves and now they discussed us in minute detail. The
Superiors followed the well- established practise of inspecting each
other's slaves and all five of us were minutely inspected by our Superiors.

As the Host's slave, Master invited his cousin to examine me. Sir Jermain's
fourteen years belied his abilities at confidently handling a white slave
almost three times his age and he proved to be most accomplished. His
examination of me was among the most thorough of any that I have been
subjected to and I will have cause to remember it in the not too distant
future when Master pays a return visit to his uncle.

As Sir Jermain's steady hands roamed over my nakedness, I knew I was under
the control of a supremely confident, young, Black Superior. Whenever he
gave me an order, I obeyed with hesitation. As he minutely inspected me, he
made comments and compared the size of my cock and balls to those of his
young slave who is half my age. This amused Master, Sir Lachlan and his
father and they laughed loudly at my very public discomfiture.

Of course, the other slaves were subjected to inspections identical to my
own. Master's uncle examined Jem and Master and his brother, Sir Lachlan
reciprocated by inspecting their uncle's slaves. It was during these
inspection and the conversations about us that I learned the names of those
three slaves.

The older male was called Tom, the female was known as Liz and the younger
male was named Chad. Not that their names were of any relevance; our names
were superfluous and we were simply referred to as "slave" or the more
humiliating "boy" and the female as "girl".

During the weekend, I found out much more about the three slaves. I was
surprised to learn they are a "slave family" within Master's Uncle's
household. I was further surprised to hear that the female was born a slave
to white slave parents and was given as a gift to Mistress Eujanie by her
grandmother. Mistress Eujanie naturally took her slave with her when she
married Master's uncle to serve in her household. The older male, Tom
wasn't enslaved until he was in his twenties when he was acquired by Sir
Hayward. His Master and Mistress bred the two slaves and eighteen year old
Chad is the progeny from that mating.

All this did surprise me! However it simply highlighted the fact that I
knew so little about Black Rule and that I was still capable of learning
more about it even after eleven years of serving as Master's slave. And
over the course of the next few months, Master will expose me to so many
new things of which I am unaware.

However, one topic of conversation proved interesting and created a lot of
discussion among our Superiors. It was told to them by my Master and it
related to something I'd mentioned to him recently.

I have an acquaintance, Toby, who lives half a world away on another
continent and we frequently communicate via e-mails and speak via Instant
Messenger.

Toby told me of something that a Black Superior mentioned in a discussion
with him and it had intrigued me. I'd thought long about it and eventually,
I spoke to Master and I sought his opinion.

Black Superiors traditionally keep their white slaves in a state of
complete and unconditional nudity. I'd not thought too much about this as
I'd long accepted my nakedness as my natural condition and the same is true
for all other white slaves that I know. I'd long forgotten to feel any
embarrassment or shame in my nudity. In fact, there are times when I am
proud to be naked and to stand docilely as other Black Superiors examine
me. For me, there's always been pride in hearing Master complimented on
owning such a "fine white property".  Master's pride of ownership of me was
always one of my biggest rewards.

But my acquaintance mentioned he'd been told by a Black Superior - of
African-Caribbean descent - that white slaves are kept totally nude as a
form of retribution for the past sins and injustices perpetrated by their
whites ancestors and inflicted on their Black slaves in historical times.

The sin of African slavery is an everlasting stain and one that can never
be expunged by whites. All their false, white rhetoric and empty gestures
can never compensate for the "sins of their fathers."

In the historical past, Black slaves had been allowed to wear cheap
clothing of the most basic type. However, this hadn't been done out of any
consideration for the slaves' sensibilities. It had more to do with their
hypocritical, white, moral standards of the day that tolerated the brutal
enslavement of their fellow men and yet saw public nakedness as shameful.

Nevertheless, Black slaves had been accorded a small measure of dignity -
even if it was unintentional - and were issued with clothing on a somewhat
ad hoc basis.

Today's Black Master's don't afford even that small dignity to their white
slaves. And why should they?

Today, that situation has been reversed and those whites who now serve as
naked slaves to their Black owners are denied the dignity of any
covering. Their total nudity is a hallmark of their abject slavery and is a
potently visible sign of their slave animal status.

This subject caused a lively discussion among our Superiors. However, for
their slaves, there was the humiliation of listening silently as our
nakedness was openly discussed and ridiculed. A white slave's opinion is
seldom sought by his Black Superiors and we have learned to "listen and
suffer in silence". A slave's feelings are never considered in such
discussions; indeed they are of absolutely of no consequence to our Owners.

But that day, the Superiors did include a slave in their discussions. They
had Jem stand before them and they questioned him at length about his
attitudes to his slave nakedness.

Jem is a Southerner from the Deep South and this marked him out for special
attention from our Superiors. While all white slaves are held in contempt
by their Black Superiors, those from the South are especially so.

Master has told me that a "Southern born white slave" is a highly valued
commodity. The accident of his birth presents his owner with a unique
opportunity to inflict a greater vengeance against the white race. I
believe slavery for a "southern slave" is more onerous and that his
servitude is made harder for him. Master has told me of "southern slaves"
owned by his extended family and how their Masters single them out for
"special" treatment.

To a believer in Black Rule, all members of the white race are guilty for
the past sin of Black slavery and all whites must pay the penalty for
this. And so while all whites are culpable the "southern born" white slave
is made even guiltier by the accident of his birth.

I felt sympathy for poor Jem as he stood at naked display before our
Superiors and was questioned by them. How hard it must have been for him to
listen to their mocking of his Southern roots and traditions.

Secretly, I was proud of Jem! He stood with his eyes downcast to the floor
and suffered their taunts and jibes. He answered their questions truthfully
and respectfully and I'm sure his new Master was pleased with his
subservient attitude.

Essentially, Jem - and remember he is a very new slave - told his Superiors
that he is an inferior white slave in service to the Superior Black Race
and that he proudly wears his total nudity as an outward expression of his
servitude to them. He told them of his total commitment to his Master and
that he wishes to be the very best of slaves in service to him.

Jem's answers impressed me! Even after my eleven years as a slave, I doubt
I could have answered any better than he did. And it re-enforced my already
high opinion of him as a fellow slave. Sir Lachlan has done well in
enslaving Jem and he brings great credit to his Master's training of him.

Dinner that night was a happy occasion for Master as he played host to his
relatives. The female slave and I had been busy in the kitchen preparing a
sumptuous meal for our Superiors. As we worked in the kitchen Jem, Tom and
Chad served our Masters and Mistresses in the living room.

Dinner was served by all five slaves. I served Master, Jem served Sir
Lachlan, Tom served Master's uncle, Liz served her Mistress and Chad served
Mistress Shilah and Master Jermain.  When not actually serving we stood in
the modified display position but remained alert to their needs and ready
to step forward to wait on them.

Once the Superiors had finished their meal it was time for their slaves to
eat. We retired to the kitchen and quickly ate the remains of the
Superiors' dinner.

After dinner, Mistress Shilah and Master Jermain decided to take in a movie
and they took their young slave with them. The older Superiors moved into
the TV room to relax and play cards and to talk. Jem and Tom were in
attendance on them as the female slave and I cleaned up after the dinner
when we too moved into the TV room to serve with the other two slaves.

Naturally when we weren't serving all four of us stood in the modified
slave position.

Sunday morning saw me rise earlier than usual. I had breakfast to prepare
for the Superiors but before that I had to make breakfast for the other
slaves. They needed to be fed before our Masters and Mistresses woke so
that they could assist them dress before coming downstairs for their
breakfast. The meal for the slaves was easily and quickly prepared and
consisted of a simple slave meal of cold cereal and water.

Once we'd been fed, my fellow slaves went to attend to their Superiors and
I worked in the kitchen preparing a delicious breakfast of popovers, bacon
and eggs, fresh fruit juice and coffee and tea.

The rest of the Superiors' Sunday was spent relaxing and talking as their
slaves waited on them.

Inevitably the weekend drew to a close and it was time for the slaves to
carry down the Superiors' luggage and to load it into the trunks of their
cars ready for their departure.

The Superiors made their goodbyes to one another and then it was the
slaves' turn to bid farewell. Jem and I knelt at the feet of Sir Hayward,
Mistress Eujanie, Mistress Shilah and Master Jermain and paid homage to
them. And as we paid our homage to their Masters and Mistresses, the slave
family paid their farewell respects to my Master and Sir Lachlan.

As we watched them drive away, I reflected that the weekend had been most
successful and that it had pleased Master. Obviously, He'd enjoyed playing
host to his brother and his uncle's family. I was naturally gratified with
the small part I'd played in its success; I'd really wanted this weekend to
me a memorable one for him.

As the cars disappeared from our view, I had no inkling that Master would
be paying a return visit to his uncle and aunt in the near future and that
I would be confronted by unexpected and unimagined challenges.

Sir Lachlan stayed long enough after their departure to allow Jem to help
me tidy up the guest bedrooms and return the house to the order that Master
demands. Then they too departed leaving Master and I on our own.

Within the next few days, this visit will have unforeseen consequences for
me and it will involve my overseas' acquaintance, Toby. His curiosity was
possibly the catalyst for Master's return visit to his uncle.

Toby lives in a country without a significant Black population and
consequently, he had no knowledge of Black Rule until we spoke online. I'd
read something or other that Toby had written about slavery and I'd made
contact with him. I recall our very first conversation when we'd exchanged
introductory information about ourselves and he told me he had a slave's
nature but that he wasn't owned. I recall he asked me if I was an owned
slave and I'd told him that I was a white slave who was proudly served a
Black Master.

I don't think Toby could comprehend this at first; the concept of this was
so alien to his thinking. But I remember that he asked so many questions
about my life and it was very evident that he was interested in my
slavery. His questions led to many discussions between us and I remember
that I was happy to answer them.

I'd suspected that Toby had issues in his life that he struggled to deal
with and perhaps I'd also sensed his deep inner loneliness and his need to
talk to someone "neutral".  Whatever the reason, after that first occasion,
our online talks became regular events. That first call was three years ago
and we continue to speak with one another to this day.

Inevitably, we talked about Black Rule and Black Supremacy and eventually I
found myself "mentoring" Toby as he moved into a greater understanding and
appreciation of white slavery to the Black Race.

After the visit, I told Toby about the weekend and all that had happened to
me. He told me that he was fascinated by the "slave family" that served my
Master's uncle and his family and he asked me many questions about them.

At that stage, I think Toby saw Black ownership of white slaves as a "one
dimensional" thing; very much on the basis of one Master owning just one
slave. I doubt he realized that Black Rule families often have multiple
white slaves to serve them. Certainly, when Toby learned of this his
interest in the subject was aroused and he plied me with questions some of
which I couldn't answer.

I recall the thing that most interested Toby was the notion of a slave
family and the fact that the two parents had produced a slave son. I was
able to tell him that the slave mother was herself slave born and she was
given as a gift to her Mistress and so it would have been perfectly natural
for her to have a slave child and to only ever see him as a slave.

Poor Toby! The whole concept fascinated him and I suspect fed his own slave
fantasies.  Certainly his interest now centered on the son, Chad and the
fact that he was "slave born".

The questions tumbled out of Toby and I did my best to answer them. I'd
known the slave family in the broader sense for some time and yet Toby's
questions highlighted just how little I did know about them. Nevertheless,
I did try to answer Toby's questions about slave Chad.

I suppose in a way, Toby's questions could be likened to him thinking out
aloud. He wanted to know how it would have been for Chad growing up as a
white slave child in service to a Black Rule household. He wondered what
Chad would have made of his parents' and his own nakedness. He wondered if
Chad had ever possessed toys and did he ever receive presents for his
birthday or Christmas. And if not, had he felt envy or resentment as he
watched the children of his owners play with their toys. He wondered about
Chad's education and if he was schooled in anyway.

I couldn't answer these questions and so I took them to Master and asked
them on Toby's behalf. To be truthful, I think Master found these questions
unnecessary and his answers showed his annoyance with both Toby and me.

He told me that Chad had been born a slave and was raised a slave and that
his thoughts or feelings were never considered. Of course he didn't have
toys and If Chad did feel envy of his young Black Superiors then it was of
no consequence to his owners; his feelings were never an issue for them.

But Master did say that Chad was schooled as a child and that he now
attends university where he is studying accountancy. When he graduates, his
Master, Sir Hayward will put him to work in the family's interests.

And that's where Master left his answers. I sensed his impatience and so I
didn't ask any more questions. I did pass on Master's answers and comments
to Toby and I never knew that he felt guilty because unwittingly his
questions had caused problems for me. But that was just a foretaste of
things to come.

Perhaps my curiosity did influence Master's decision to return his uncle's
visit. A few weeks later, Master told me he would be visiting his uncle for
the weekend and that I was to accompany him. Master arranged for us to go
on the Thursday which would leave Friday and Saturday free. I didn't know
what Master had in mind for this weekend which was probably just as well
for it would present me with new challenges.

But that is another story!


To be continued .......