Date: Tue, 12 Jan 2010 21:43:23 EST
From: subchub4yngchsr@aol.com
Subject: Second Decade - Chapter 3

The second decade of the 21st century

	So lets just recap quickly for those just joining the story.  The
year is 2016.  Back in 2013 the United States government passed into law
the Slavery act of 2013.  This stated that anyone guilty of committing a
crime no matter how minor can be enslaved for life.  I was a mid level
employee of a NYC company when I was apprehended by police for not filing
income tax returns years before.  I was taken in and shaved and trained to
be a slave.  I was sold at auction seven days later.  This is where we will
pick up the story.  I was sold to Jack Armstrong.  Mr. Armstrong was a
widower and had three boys ages 11, 14 and 16.  That was all I knew about
Mr. Armstrong at this point.  My first week at the estate I was going to be
serving the youngest of my Masters, Master Jon.  So lets continue now.

	The Second Decade of the 21st century -- Chapter 3

	For the next hour Master Jon sat on my face and played his video
games.  My face was used as his chair the entire time.  During that hour he
never said a word to me.  When his game ended he stood up and stared at me
grinning like an 11 year old who was just given a new toy to play with.  He
stared for a few minutes and finally told me to assume my position on my
knees awaiting his instructions.  First thing he said was that he had no
need for me to speak for the next week as I was just to do as told and no
talking would be required.  For now he was not going to gag me but Master
Jon said that if I even blurted out one word a gag would be permanently
installed in my mouth until the end of the week.  Master asked if I
understood this.  I was about to say Yes Sir but then remembered I was not
to talk so I nodded my head in acceptance.  Good Boy Master Jon said, maybe
you will be a quick learner and avoid harsh punishments.  Now for the next
week you will obey every command I give you without hesitation.  If you
hesitate I will push a button on my remote control and you will get a shock
to your slave collar.  If you need harsher punishment I have plenty of
whips and other instruments that I am free to use on you without cause or
whenever I want.  Your collar will limit where you can go for the next
week.  You will not leave this floor.  With my remote I can even limit your
movements even more.  I nodded after each statement made by my new young
Master.  Now I am going to play soccer with a few friends in my soccer
room.  He walked over to a corner of the room and told me to follow staying
on my knees.  I followed him.  When I got to the corner he attached my
leash to the wall and I was unable to move very far.  Next Master Jon
pushed a button on the wall and out of the wall appeared his dirty clothes
hamper.  He told me to place my head in the hamper and get used to the
scent of his dirty clothew while he went and played.  I had no idea how
long I would be there, as there was no reason for Master Jon to give me
that information.  There was no way I was going to remove my head from the
hamper until I was told to by Master Jon.

	I have no idea how much time has passed but Master Jon finally
reappeared and told me to take my head out of the hamper.  After I followed
his order he attached a leash to my collar and told me to follow him.  I
was allowed to walk on my feet now.  Master Jon walked into his huge Master
bathroom that was bigger then the apartment I had lived in when I was a
free man.  He told me that he needed a shower after playing soccer.  His
shower had five shower heads.  Two in front, one in the back, one on the
side wall and a large overhead shower valve.  He had push button control to
decide which shower heads to use.  He told me that I was to come into the
shower with him.  I was to soap up his entire body and then rinse him off
using the portable shower head.  Master Jon just stood there the entire
time and let me do all the work.  There was nothing sexual about this, it
was just a slave following his Master's orders.  Once he was done in the
shower he ordered me to get a towel out of the closet and dry him from head
to toe.  While I was drying his ass, he farted and laughed.  I had no
choice but to stay there and continue drying him.  The smell was not too
bad, at least this time.  He thought this was the funniest thing in the
world that he farted in my face.  Once he was completely dry he told me to
use his used towel to dry myself.  I quickly dried myself and then threw
the towel in the garbage chute.  Apparently Master Jon never used the same
towel twice and the maid always made sure there was a new supply of towels
for the young Master of the house.

	The rest of the day was pretty uneventful.  Master Jon put me in my
slave room and he went out.  I was told to just think about my new place in
life.  When Master Jon returned he told me it was time for bed.  I was to
get his pajamas for him and then undress him and put them on for him.  I
did this and then he got into his huge xl oversized king bed.  He told me
to get my slave bed and put it next to his bed.  He went to sleep with my
leash in his hand and me sleeping in my slave bed (think a big dog's pet
bed) right next to his bed in case he needed anything in the middle of the
night.

	The next day Master Jon awoke early and tugged on the leash for me
to wake and follow him back into the bathroom.  Master Jon went to his
toilet and peed with me by his side.  He wanted the slave to flush the
toilet.  He told me that he was not allowed to use me as a toilet until he
was 14 but that his older brothers would be taking advantage of my mouth as
a urinal and maybe more.  Master Jon explained to me that even though he
really could do whatever he wanted to me and I would never tell anyone he
would follow his dad's rule.  No sexual activity with the slaves until your
14.  That is why Master James is really looking forward to getting his
hands on some slave meat.  After he finished in the bathroom he needed to
get dressed for school for the day.  He had me pick out his school uniform
out of the massive closet and dress him.  He was trying to figure out what
to do with me for the day as he was not allowed to take slaves to school
until middle school.  He decided that I would sit on the bean bag chair all
day and not move.  A camera was in place and Number 1 would be checking up
on me to make sure I did not move.  He walked up behind me and placed his
dirty underwear from the day before on my head with the ass part in my
face.  You are to breathe in my scent all day.  If there are any changes to
what I desire of you, Number 1 will let you know.  See you later slave
Master Jon said as he exited the second floor via the children's private
elevator.

	I have no idea how long I was sitting on the bean bag chairs.
Eventually Number 1 came upstairs and told me to stand.  Master Jon would
be back from school soon and he wanted to go to the mall and he was going
to take me with him.  Number 1 explained to me another feature of the
collar I was wearing.  When taken off the estate by one of the Young
Masters my collar would automatically kick into off-estate mode.  When off
the estate I must be within ten feet of one of the Master's at all times.
If I am more then ten feet away my collar will start to give me a low level
shock.  At twenty feet it would be a piercing pain and more then thirty
feet away from a Master my collar would give me a shock that would knock me
out and force me right to the ground.  So it's in your best interest Number
1 told me to stay close to Master Jon at all times.  He said that Master
Jon would bring a leash but there's really no need for him to use it with
the sophistication of the Armstrong slave collar.

	Master Jon soon arrived home from school and changed out of his
school uniform into a casual pair of cargo shorts and a Hollister t-shirt.
He told me that I had two minutes to shit and pee and be back ready to go
with him to the mall.  He was hoping some of his friends would be there so
he could show off his new possession.  I did my business and was on my
knees in front of my young Master with around ten seconds to spare.  Master
pushed some buttons on his remote control and told me to follow him down
the stairs to the front of the house.  Number 1 was there to greet us.  He
bowed in front of Master Jon.  Master Jon told Number 1 that he wanted the
black Navigator Limo for the afternoon.  Number 1 said yes Sir and talked
into his walkie talkie and no sooner then five minutes later an extra large
stretch Navigator Limo with a slave driver and a slave attendant in the
back was waiting at the front door.  The slave attendant got out and opened
the door for Master Jon.  We entered the limo and Master Jon sat on the
seat along the back of the limo and told me to lay on the floor in front of
him so he did not have to put his shoes on the floor.  The slave attendant
got in and closed the door.  Told the driver where we were going and we
were off.  I stayed on the ground the entire time.  The slave attendant
held a drink and was on his knees in case Master Jon needed something in
the car.  I was actually surprised that Master Jon was allowed out on his
own with Mr. Armstrong being one of the richest in the world and so many
people desperate out there.  Apparently what I did not know there was a
team of ex-secret service agents in a car behind us that tracked our every
move.  Mr. Armstrong liked to let his kids think they had their space but
in reality every move they made was being watched for their own good.

	We arrived at the mall twenty minutes later and were let out of the
limo right at the front entrance.  Master Jon got out first and I assumed
my position one step behind Master Jon and to his right.  Since it's been
three years since the slavery laws were put in place people were used to
seeing slaves in public but it was rare to see one with someone so young.
We went right to the food court and Master Jon scoped out who was there.
He spotted three of his soccer buddies sitting at a table and we went over
there and joined them.  His three friends thought it was awesome that he
had his own slave and could take it anywhere Master Jon wanted.  His
friends were rich and their parents had money but nothing compared to the
Armstrong's.  Master Jon got his food and told me to kneel at the side of
the table while he ate.  He then told me to kiss everyone's shoes.  I got
under the table and kissed each young Sir's shoes.  After I did that Master
said they were going to play a game.  I was to lean over the side of the
table and open my mouth so it was like a hockey goal on the table.  The
four friends then took turns trying to score goals in my mouth.  Not like I
had a choice but I loved the game because anything that went in my mouth,
Master gave me permission to eat it.  I got some French fries, pieces of
meat, pickles and other various items that scored in my mouth.  Master Jon
wanted to show off in front of his friends and told them to watch this.  He
took a big piece of his hamburger and chewed it up. He spit it on the floor
beside him.  Master told me to come to him and eat what was on the floor.
Without hesitation I got down on my knees and licked up his regurgitated
hamburger.  The other's asked if the slave talked.  Master Jon said he
forbade me from talking for the whole week and if I knew what was good for
me I would oblige Master's wishes.  The friends thought this was the
coolest thing in the world and they wish they had a slave also.  The rest
of the time at the mall was uneventful.  Master did a lot of shopping and I
carried all the bags to the car.  We arrived back at the estate and right
back to the second floor where I would continue to stay for the rest of the
week.

	The days continued on with Master Jon using me as a seat cushion,
farting on me, making me massage his feet, and back.  Before I knew it one
week was up.  The only way I knew this was because Number 1 came upstairs
and told me tomorrow morning I would be moving up to the next level and
start my week serving Master James.  Number 1 warned me that my week with
Master Jon was a cakewalk compared to how 14 yr old Master James would be
using me.  He reminded me that all rules that Mr. Armstrong had for Master
Jon would not apply to Master James.  Well at least maybe Master James
would let me speak.  Oh well cannot wait for the morning to see what awaits
me next.

End of Chapter 3.

Chapter 4 coming soon will be the slave's week with Master James.  If it
runs to long it might come out in two sections.  I love to hear feedback on
the story and honestly it keeps me motivated to keep writing.  Email me any
thoughts and suggestions to subchub4yngchsr@aol.com or catch me on yahoo
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