Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery. The story may include topics that may be offensive to some. It includes teens, incest, intense BDSM scenes, consensual and non-consensual slavery. Some aspects of this story could seem too extreme to some people. Therefore, if this offends you then please move on.
Chapter Summary: This chapter goes through a typical day for slave Wes serving his Master. We learn about how he was enslaved and why. Plus, more is revealed about his family and what role they played in his upbringing, shaping his path to servitude
Author’s Notes: This is a spinoff story of ‘Owning my Family’. Yet, you don’t have to read OMF to enjoy this new story arc. Even though this author identifies himself as a slave, this slave doesn’t condone non-consensual domination or slavery. Remember this is just a fantasy and does not represent real life.
Characters:
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Alex Richardson - Master and son of Frank. One of Frank’s twin boys. Owner of hundreds of slaves. 6ft 2in tall, 190#, jet black hair, green eyes, uncut 9 inches and 4 inches around cock, solid muscles, and zero body fat.
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Slave Eddy White (Teacher) - Permanent slave of Master Alex. Master Alex’s Teacher. 45 years old, 5ft 5 inches tall, 130 pounds, 6 inches cut dick.
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Slave Scotty White - Permanent slave to Master Alex. Stay at home partner of slave Eddy White. 43 years old, 5th 5 inches tall, 129 pounds, 4.5 inches uncut dick.
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Slave Ricky White - Permanent slave to Master Alex. Son of slaves Eddy and Scotty White. The biological son of slave Scotty White. 19 years old. 5th 10 inches tall, 150 pounds, 7 inches uncut dick.
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Prince/Master Masood - Son of a prince who fled his kingdom to love a man. Now his son is of age to be a prince for his Kingdom but lives outside of the Kindom. He goes to school at a private local college. Master Alex and Prince Masood have a deal to protect each other’s boys. The prince protects and has full use of slave Ricky at their college while Master Alex protects the Prince’s boyfriend from predators at Alex’s high school. The prince has experience with owning slaves since his family has owned slaves for generations in his kingdom. So, his college is putting Masood in charge of teaching Masters of the school how to properly own slaves. Slave Ricky and the prince used to be best friends until Ricky volunteered to be enslaved. Prince Masood is 20 years old, 6 ft 2 in tall, 10-inch wide cock, 190#, Arabic with a brown skin tone that compliments his royal status.
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Slave Wes - Owned by Master Masood and cousin of Slave Ricky. Wes is 20 years old, slim, 130, 5 ft 4in tall, 5-inch dick, light blue eyes and boyish face and body. Smaller than most in his family. A natural submissive. Ricky and Wes were friends before Ricky was enslaved. They went to clubs together and when Ricky thought he was an Alpha he fucked Wes a local gay club. So, Wes has known he is a submissive bottom boy for a while.
POV of slave Wes
I wake up at the foot of my Prince's bed with a small jolt to my neck through the slave collar around my neck. It only gets stronger the longer I don’t move. So, I shake my head to stop it. It's how the Artificial Intelligence (AI) in my collar wakes me up every morning. For the past 7 months, this is how I’m waken. It is the simplest way to wake a slave and not disturb their Master.
The first thing I do is to grab the earbuds lying on the floor in their charger and push them in my ears. Sir Jarvis, the AI, reminds me to please my Master. Which I know I must do and nod my head ‘Yes’ which quiets Jarvis somewhat. Jarvis always reminds me to obey, serve, please, and never give up. Javis is like a life coach for us slaves. His voice is similar to my owner’s voice but different enough for me to understand he’s not my owner. All slaves have an AI with a voice similar to their owner. It helps us obey the Al when not directly following our owner's commands. It’s comforting to hear my owner’s voice in my AI. It’s like the AI is a brother of my owner.
Even without the earbud, I can still hear Jarvis’s voice through bone-induced sounds from my collar. It is not as clear as the earbud which is why I’m required to wear them.
My Master Masood (my owner) or what I like to think of him as, my Prince, is sleeping in his bed with his boyfriend, Master Ravi. He is a Prince because he’s third in line to be King of his homeland’s island country.
If I don’t move quickly to serve my Prince, Jarvis’s reminders will start up again including a jolt from the collar to reinforce his reminders. So, I quickly crawl up under the sheets at the foot of the bed, working my way up to between my Prince’s legs. I lick my lips when I reach his royal cock. It's so beautiful as it stands tall holding up the sheet like a tent of a royal camp in the jungles of his homeland island. I know, I have been told I have an active imagination but that’s one of the reasons my Prince loves owning me. His equally impressive boyfriend's cock, lays on my Prince's thigh as he is curled up on my Prince’s side. As I take my Prince's cock head in my mouth, Ravi’s 9-inches is staring back at me, begging me to serve it too. I smile knowing that after I serve my Prince, I’ll be serving it as well. It's my duty to provide relief for both men. It is an honor to do so. One of many reasons why I serve them is so they can lead other free men to greatness.
I lick all around the head of my majesty's cock. Even though I’ve sucked him off hundreds of times, I still admire it, not just because it's huge and gorgeous, but also because it belongs to my Prince who also owns me! So, I worship his cock with all my heart every day of my life! I admire all 10 inches of the power it represents. This magnificent man will rule a whole country! So, of course, he should be worshiped and admired. What slave wouldn’t want to? Like I said it's an honor. So, I lick up and down the long shaft taking in every detail as if it's for the first time! It's an amazing cock when fully erect. I can see all the blood rushing into it, making the veins pop out.
I hear Ravi kissing his neck and chest as he moves the sheets down my Prince's strong chest. We are both worshiping him as he slowly wakes him up. Of course, Ravi worships my Prince because he’s in love with him. Whereas, I do it because I admire him, love him like a father/ruler, and of course, because he trained me to worship him. All slaves are trained to worship their owners. Because I admired him so much, I wanted him to train me on how to worship him properly as a slave should.
From the first day he claimed me he has been training me to worship him. It's always in the back of my mind, like a mental leash tugging at me to serve him! I know I was born submissive. It's the reason I'm so attracted to Alphas. Plus, Javis never lets me forget which I am thankful for.
The first time I saw my Prince at the gay club with my cousin Ricky, I knew he was an Alpha and I needed to serve him. Yet, I thought I wasn’t worthy enough for him! That was way before my cousin got enslaved. Then when I first saw my cousin pulling the rickshaw naked and collared I knew he was enslaved. At the time, I thought my Prince owned Ricky. So, I thought if he can take down my Alpha cousin then he must be someone powerful and special! I never knew how special he really is. I just thought he could be someone who could stand up to my father. Yet, more importantly, someone I could admire like a real father! So, I decided to offer myself up to this Master. I watched them every day for weeks as my cousin labored hard to pull the powerful man between their town and their school.
This gave me the courage to do what I needed to do. So, I confronted my father telling him I was a submissive. He knew I was gay and wanted me to be an Alpha Top man.
When I told him the truth he grabbed me by my hair and threw me out of the house and ordered me never to return! NOW! There was no backing out from my plan, So, I ran to where I knew the Master and my cousin Ricky would be. I run in front of them and block their way.
Ricky stopped running and looked at me with shock but he couldn’t say anything being gagged like he is.
The Master yelled out, “Slave, why are we stopped?”
Then I saw Ricky scream and wince in pain as the Master whips his back. Yet, his screams were muffled by the gag in his mouth. I felt sorry for causing him to be whipped because of me! Therefore, to prevent him from more pain, I stepped to the left so the Master could see me, despite being scared as hell!
The Master looks annoyed, “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU, BOY? WHY DID YOU STOP US? GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY OR I’LL CALL THE SLAVE AUTHORITY DEPARTMENT AND HAVE YOUR ASS ARRESTED FOR IMPENDING LAWFUL USE OF MY SLAVE AND VOLIATING TRAFFIC LAWS.”
I walked around the rickshaw to where the Master sat. I’m only wore loose shorts and running shoes. I wanted him to see what I was offering. I knelt beside the rickshaw and looked up at him.
Now! I was very nervous about what I was about to propose. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do! Yet, I knew I had to do it. I knew for a while that I was a submissive. Shit! I just admitted to my father. Ricky knew I was a sub for a long time. He even fuck my brains out at the club proving to me that I was a sub. The fuck meant more to me than just being a bottom boy. The dominant fuck went much deeper, tugging at something deep within.
So, as I knelt there beside the rickshaw, I knew it was now or never. I had no fallback plan. It was this or end up on the street as a sub whore turning tricks. Most street boys are officially owned by their pimps as it was legal to whore out your slave. However, I didn’t want that kind of life.
“Please Master Sir, I’m so sorry I stopped you. It was wrong and I should be punished. Please don’t whip my cousin for my mistake.”
The Master then looks at me more closely and smirks down at me.
Now in a much kinder tone, “Aren’t you Wes, the slave’s cousin? You used to go with him to the club, right? Why did you block my way, boy?”
“Yes, Sir. Ricky is my cousin. Again I’m deeply sorry to block your way, Sir. Since, Ricky’s enslavement, I had no way to contact him or his parents. Today, my father kicked me out for being a sub and now I’m…”
I got choked up. I was about to offer up my body and soul to this Alpha, to own me like my cousin is owned. I was so scared and excited at the same time.
Still annoyed some yet also curious, the Master speaks in a more commanding voice. It helps me get past my nervousness.
“Get on with it, Boy. What do you want?”
I blurt out, “Please claim me, Sir. I want to give myself to you. Please…Sir… Own me like you own my cousin, Ricky!”
“Stand up and strip!”
OH! FUCK! He wants me to strip here, in the middle of the street. I watched him climb out of the rickshaw. So, I backed up as I stood up, giving him room to get out of the rickshaw. I was even more nervous than before. I wondered if it meant he would claim me. I was so hopeful!
“NOW!, BOY!”, slapping my ass to make his point.
Like I’m on autopilot, I quickly remove my shorts and shoes. I didn’t bother with underwear or socks today. I figured what was the point if I was going to be claimed that day it would be less to remove. I just didn’t expect to be ordered to strip in the middle of the street. Most Masters like their slaves to be naked. So, it’s not uncommon to see a naked slave on a leash behind their Master. I have fantasized about this very moment being naked with a Master examining my body in public. So, of course, my dick started to get excited!
The Master walked around me, tracing his hands around my body, pinching me at different places. I’m a skinny boy. I hope Master doesn’t find me unattractive. I saw that Ricky had gained a lot of muscle since his enslavement. I had to admire him for submitting to his Master before I did. At that moment, I discovered how brave he was to do so. It’s a very scary thing to do!
“Well, boy. It would need to build up some muscle mass to be my slave. But I can come up with some workouts and hard labor to get this body in shape. I don’t see that as a problem. Any boy can be reshaped into his Master’s image. It does seem to have the mindset for submission. But there is a difference between casual submission and the lifelong commitment of servitude. If I claim you, boy, I want you to be a slave for your entire life. Not just mine but yours. You would never be a free man ever again! Not that you were ever a MAN! If I pass before you, my boyfriend, parents, or my Kingdom will end up owning you. I will own you completely, boy. All decisions about your life will be mine to make! I will not ask your opinion on what I do with my property. It will be none of YOUR concern. You obey me without question for the rest of your life. Are you still willing to allow me to claim you as my slave, be my legal property? You can’t change your mind once you commit to me!”
I thought, ‘Kingdom’? Who is this man? Now! I wanted to know more about him. Shit, I remember now. He was Ricky’s best friend. At the time, I had no idea he didn’t even own Ricky. I just assume he did and trusted him because Ricky submitted to him. Knowing he was Ricky’s best friend, I felt like he would be a great Master.
Suddenly, he grabbed my balls, squeezing them hard.
I cried out, “OH! SHIT!”
“Shush….Boy. Tell me what you want?”
“Ah…Please Sir, own me. I want to be your slave, Sir.”
With him holding my balls here in public, brought my deep sub-nature to the surface. I moan out, hating and loving what he is doing to me. A tear runs down my face. I look at him in shock as he licks my tears. There is something deliciously twisted about a Master licking the tears he creates. He smirked at me which gave me so much satisfaction for pleasing him. The rest of the world disappeared as he started the process of creating the mental link between us.
Today, that link is complete. The mental leash is strong, connecting me to him forever! Nothing can ever break it. That’s why I worship him 24/7. The image of me worshiping him is always in the back of my mind, reminding me of the mental leash between us. I love my Master so much! Plus, Jarvis is always there to remind me who and what I am.
Soon, Master pulls the sheet off us and pushes my head down all 10 inches deep into my throat. At the same time, he grabs his boyfriend behind the head, pulling him into a passionate kiss. They are a beautiful couple. You can feel the love between them. It’s a different kind of love than I have for Master. So, there is no jealousy between the three of us. Master Ravi accepted me as my Prince’s slave from the first day he brought me home. He knows my Prince needs to dominate slaves like my cousin and me. With the legalization of slavery, it’s now just as normal as owning a dog.
My Prince humps my throat until he’s almost ready to shoot. Then pulls me off him, grabs Master Ravi by the hips, and pushes him face down on the bed. He mounts Master Ravi and at the same time twists his head to force his tongue into Master Ravi’s mouth. Master Ravi loves being fuck hard like this! I kneel beside them on the king-size bed, watching them make love. It’s beautiful seeing the faces Master Ravi makes as my Prince, his lover, pounds his hole. Master Ravi smiles at me. I'm happy to help my Prince get in the mood to fuck the shit out of him. I’m used as their foreplay toy so Master Ravi can get the rough fuck he loves. I’m a happy slave because I did my part to help their love grow!
As Master Ravi moans in ecstasy, he directs me with his eyes to between their legs. I smile with excitement, crawling between their legs. His hips are high up with his face pressed to the mattress as my Prince presses down on his face and pounds the shit out of him. This gives me room to crawl under them both and take his 9 inches into my mouth. Knowing they’re close and Master Ravi wants me to help get him off, I take all 9 inches deep into my throat as quickly as I can! I bob up and down, as I hear both men grunt loud enough for everyone in the house to hear them. I love these moments when I can help their lovemaking bloom. Soon, I’m rewarded with hot delicious superior cum coating my mouth and then down my throat. FUCK! It’s amazingly good!
Once my Prince dumps his load, they pant a long while as they catch their breath. I milk the last bits of cream from Master Ravi’s cock. Then they fall on their backs allowing me to clean up both their cocks as they recover. This is another special moment for me because I get to worship them both with devotion and pride. After cleaning up their softening cocks, I work on Master Ravi’s hole. I dig in deep to suck up all I can of my Prince’s wonderful seed. He curls up to my Prince giving me better access to his hole. The seed is just as delicious as from the source.
As I suck the last of the seed from his hole, I smell the sweat that has built on both men. YES! I lick my lips, knowing I have more wonderful worshiping to do. I start by licking their sweaty balls and work my way down their legs to their feet. I switch back and forth between them cleaning up the sweat on the same parts of their marvelous naked flesh. They both feel the same pleasure of my service which helps them relax after a hard fuck.
As I’m serving them, my brother William comes in with some hot tea and coffee. My brother has become the domestic slave of the house. While I go to college with my Prince, he cooks, cleans, does the laundry, and keeps the yard maintained. He has signed his slavery contract and will be registered with my Prince’s parents soon.
He asks, “Masters, here is your tea and coffee. Your breakfast is almost ready. Is there anything this slave can do for you, Masters?”
Master Ravi orders, “Yes, come here. I want some cream for my coffee.”, smirking as my brother walks to the other side of the bed.
Master Ravi, grabs my brother’s now hard cock. Quickly he jerks it hard, causing my brother to wince in pain but it doesn’t stop the duty he must perform. I smile at him as his face goes red and shoots a load into Master Ravi's coffee. He milks the last bits of cum from my brother’s dick. Every time, Master Ravi does this my brother gets so embarrassed. I keep telling him at least he’s getting milked. My dick has been caged since the day our Prince claimed me.
Master Ravi laughs at my red-faced brother, slapping his naked ass, “You can go now, boy. Take care of my lover and his parent, family slave boy!”
This just makes my brother even more red-faced. He is still learning what it is like to be a family slave. Every member of my Prince’s family plus, his boyfriend, loves to tease him. I think secretly he loves the attention. My Prince’s parent shows him off at their dinner parties like a prize they won. Some parties, play games with him, making him fetch as their puppy. Or, other times they have him carry them around the yard like he is some ride in an amusement park. My older brother is strong and much bigger than me. He is more like my cousin's slave Ricky. I must have gotten the runt genes. They are both strong muscle boys. They do a lot of the hard labor around the house. Any upgrades to the house my brother does it with the help from slave Ricky if his Master Alex doesn’t have him busy with something else. When he was up north over the border he did a lot of home construction work. So, he knows how to fix or remodel any part of our owner’s house.
Slave Ricky seems to be here more often lately. I don’t mind. It’s nice to have my family with me in my enslavement.
My Prince commands my brother, “Boy, I want some Orange Juice this morning. Also, bring me my tablet from the living room.”
“Yes Master, right away, Master.”
I smile at my brother and he smiles back at me. We’re both happy in our new role in life, him as a domestic slave and me as my Prince’s and Master Ravi’s sex slave. Well, my brother is used for sex with his owners, my Prince’s parents. Yet, his primary purpose is to serve domestically to the family that owns us.
Soon, he is back with the OJ and tablet plus a tray of delicious-smelling food. He hands the OJ and tablet to my Prince and then places the tray over his lap. On the side of the tray is a bowl of slave stew that's for me. William places the bowl on the floor for me to eat later.
Now! It’s my turn to be their domestic slave as I feed them both bacon, eggs, and toast that my brother made.
Before he leaves, he asks, “Is there anything I can get you, Masters?”
“No, slave boy. Go see if my parents need some relief like your slutty brother just did for us,” patting me on the face like a good slut I am.
My Prince just ordered my brother to be a slut for his parents. Again this causes my brother to blush.
Master Ravi laughs and comments, “Yeah, your brother is a good cocksucker. You might want to ask him for some pointers to make my boyfriend's parents scream with delight! Would you like to teach your brother to be a good slut, boy?”
I smile at Master Ravi, “Yes Master, I would love to help my brother better serve his owners. I’m sure I can help him make his owners scream with delight.”
Yet, we all know they don’t scream but grunt as they fuck. We have heard them fuck my brother many times. In fact, I have already taught my brother to be a good cocksucker and take a big cock up his hole. I sucked him off, explaining what his owners will want from him since they have used me often. It’s what brothers do for each other, right? I laugh to myself, thinking when I was free, I would have never thought of helping my big brother be a great cocksucker, teach him how to douche out his hole for the monster cocks of his owners. It puts a new meaning to brotherly love. Well, Ricky showed me all of those things so it is only right to pass my knowledge along to my big brother. I love them both both. We are lucky to have each other.
After feeding my Prince and Master Ravi, my Prince allows me to eat. Of course, I’m only allowed to eat the slave stew with my mouth. It’s one of the first things you learn to do to be a slave. Most Masters only feed the slaves the special slave stew from Father Michael's nudist community.
The first time I ate like this, I was so excited to eat like an animal. Yet, now it is just my normal way of life. It’s hard to remember what bacon or eggs taste like.
After I quickly eat, we take a long shower with me cleaning both men. We hear my brother being fuck hard on the other side of the shower wall. Both parents are grunting hard as I’m sure my brother is being fucked at both ends. After washing my Alphas, my Prince, slave Ricky and I are off to our classes for the day. Master Ravi has the day off from school so he is hanging out with the parents. Most likely having more fun embarrassing my brother which seems to be the thing Master Ravi shares with the parents. It seems to bring all three of them closer together. I’m sure they will have a fun day together.
When we get to the driveway, my cousin Ricky has one of two rickshaws ready to take us to school. The second rickshaw is for my brother to take the parents anywhere they want to go in the town or county. Since he is strong, it's his duty. For him, it’s all about being a good domestic slave.
My Prince climbs into the bench seat and I crawl after him, kneeling on the floor between his legs. As I do every day going to school, I release his cock and nurse it as we go. If he needs relief whether it’s to piss and dump a load, I’m there to serve.
He just sits back and enjoys the ride, making sure my cousin doesn’t slack off pulling us along. When I first heard the crack of the whip it scared the shit out of me. I felt sorry for my cousin at first. Yet, now it just seems like a normal day. He even seems to enjoy the whipping. His cock is always hard as he pulls us along. So, he must enjoy it. Luckily, my Prince hasn’t whipped me like that. My Prince seems to be much kinder to me. No that isn’t right. Whipping Ricky isn’t mean or abusive. It gives him the energy that drives him forward, literally. They are like a team. It’s beautiful to watch but for now, it’s something I’m not ready to experience. I’m thankful my Prince hasn’t whipped me. However, if he wanted to I would step up and take it like I should. A slave doesn’t have the right to say no. That’s the reason we are reclassified as Intelligent Animals. It’s a way to remove our rights as citizens and human beings.
My political science teacher says there will be a constitutional conflict that will lead to the Supreme Court having to force states to form a constitutional congress in order to amend the national constitution on slavery. He says right now many states are in the process of adding to their constitutions in favor of volunteer slavery. If three-fourths of the states are in favor of volunteer slavery by the time a constitution congress is formed then it’s a done deal. The movement is spreading very quickly and the court system is slow. Our teacher reinsures us, slaves, that there is time for the states to amend their constitutions in time. We are all happy to hear that. None of us want to be freed. Even my cousin who gets whipped every day of his life, doesn’t want to be free. We are the happiest when we serve. There is something about being free that scares me now. It would be like if gay marriage was overturned. I fear people like my father who would use it to discriminate against me for being a submissive.
At each of the gates of my town and college, I’m ordered to walk through the body scanner and then resume my duty of keeping my Prince’s cock warm and hard. We passed people walking their real & slave dogs, shopping, and jogging. The sides of the rickshaw are open for anyone to see me serving my Prince. Yet, I’m ignored as if this is normal. Well for me and them, it is normal.
It feels great to be a sub in public and not fear what others think of me. I lived in fear of my father all my life. So, being free of that fear is liberating you can’t possibly understand unless you’re a submissive, and I have experienced that fear. I hope someday, I can testify on how slavery saved my life!
I can feel my Prince is close to dumping his load as we pass through our school gates. Then just before Ricky drops us off, he does! I eagerly suck as hard as I can so I can get as much of his delicious seed. It takes a couple of minutes until I can milk all of it running my hands under his balls and up between them to his hard shaft and guiding the rest of it up with my tongue under his cock and out the slit of his perfect mushroom head. I do this several times making sure all of his delicious seed is milled dry. DAM! I love his seed. It’s better than candy.
He pats my head when we stop in front of the Art of Business building. I quickly button up his silk burgundy shorts and belt. He opens a narrow slot next to the bench seat and pulls out a leash. He connects the leash to my collar and pulls me out of the rickshaw with him. Without looking back or thanking Ricky, we rush off to the first class of the day. When we enter the classroom all eyes are on him! He has trained most of the Masters and slaves in our class and school for that matter. So, my Prince is famous and well respected among his fellow Masters.
We have a few minutes before the class starts. So, he walks around the room greeting each Master in turn. I keep my head down, focusing on his ass while staying to his right and slightly back from him. It keeps me close enough to him so he can see me in his peripheral vision, yet, keeps my leash taunt enough so he can yank it when he moves around the room. This is one of the lessons I learned when he first claimed me as his slave. I need to be ready for that quick yank so I can keep the leash the perfect distance from him and in turn, I’m always close enough to grab my balls if he wants.
Each time he stops for a longer period, like chatting with friends, he grabs my balls. This reminds me to pay attention to him. He's the most important man in the room. Plus, it shows other men that he owns the balls and in turn me. Gabbing a slave by his balls isn’t something another Master does without permission from the slave’s owner. So, to do it casually is a sign of ownership. If I was allowed to look around the room, I would see other Masters doing the same with their slaves. After all my Prince trained almost all of them in the “Art of being a Master”.
While casually chatting with his friends, he squeezes my balls hard to test my reaction. Internally, I wince in pain but externally, I just smile and stare at his ass. Before moving to the next Master, he lets go of my balls and pats them twice. This is a signal he taught me saying I did good. It’s equivalent to a “Good boy” that all slaves enjoy hearing from their owners. So, naturally, a rush of pleasure flows through my body from the tap. Over time that rush of pleasure from knowing my Prince is pleased with me only grows. My response to this rush of pleasure is my dick tries to grow in its cage To see how he has affected me, he grabs my caged dick and pulls me along to the next Master. This is the feedback he likes to feel in me. Deep down I know he is training my submissive horny mind to be addicted to him. Addicted slaves are more obedient to their owners. We want to feel that rush of pleasure when we please our owners. Half of making a good obedient slave is through psychological training. We are told this in our slave classroom training classes. So, we know our minds are being trained just as much as our bodies. It is all part of the process that we signed up for. We even want it to happen. It is in our DNA to want to please Alphas however they want to train us. Plus, it isn’t like we have a choice in how we are trained. Our training is for the benefit of our owners so why would we have a choice? It wouldn’t make any sense to give slaves that choice, would it?
Finally, we get to my Prince's seat. I kneel to his left and take out a tablet from his backpack my Prince gave me to carry before we left the house. I take notes, making sure to highlight anything that my Prince thinks will be important, especially things he thinks might be on a test. This gives my Prince time to listen to the lecture and soak in the message that the professor is saying.
In my first few months of classes with my Prince, he had our Professor grade my note-taking skills to make sure I didn’t miss any key information or concepts. If I did miss anything then I was punished. For my punishments, I was caged and isolated in the basement of his house for a week. My cousin Ricky took my place as his sex toy and followed him around everywhere. Not being with my Prince and another slave taking my place, hurt more than any physical punishment I could endure!
After the week, I was so thankful for being back with him that I made sure the notes included everything the professor wanted my Master to know. Now! I do the same thing with all my professors.
My Prince knows that not all slaves learn from the same punishments. So, when he trains new Masters he uses Ricky and me as examples of different methods of training. Ricky responds to physical punishments more than me. Whereas, I just need to be separated from my owner and temporarily replaced to get my head on straight. We are both addicted to our owners but in slightly different ways.
After another business class finishes, Ricky is there to take us across campus to the Intelligent Animals Training Center (IATC). Most of the training techniques were created by my Prince since his home island country has had slaves for as long as anyone can remember. Over the years, he went back to the island to fulfill his obligations to the Royal family. While there his uncles taught him how to train slaves and he brought back many of those techniques to the IATC as Master and slave training courses. This has made our IATC one of the best in the country. Other IATCs have adopted those same techniques.
So, I'm proud to be of use in my Prince's classes. Today, training both Masters and slaves together. Masters are ordering their slaves to do pointless tasks. Ricky and I start out by picking heavy stones from one spot to another and back again. All the while my Prince relaxes with the Masters having fun drinking wine and chatting like we don't exist! After we start, other slaves have piles of rocks they are ordered to move to. The new slaves complain about why they are doing but their owners just ignore them. If they stop for any reason they are whipped quickly and harshly.
Of course, after seeing their fellow student slave being whipped, the others keep their complaints to themselves and work harder for as many cycles of moving the rocks back and forth until they are ordered to stop. The ones who first complained have to work the longest.
Plus, afterward, the slaves that first complain are spread edge in front of IATC and publicly whipped as an example to the other slaves. The ones waiting for their whipping are caged next to the cross watching what will happen to them next. So, the training class is designed to not question our owners' use of us even though it seems pointless. It's not our place to second guess our owner's orders. Just obey without question or be punished.
The lesson also breaks down the slaves' egos which the slaves don't need anymore. Our egos just block us from being the most obedient slaves we can be.
The next class is outside again. For this class, My Prince teaches slave positions. All the slaves in class are lined up in rows and columns like a yoga class. Yet, our positions are numbered, representing a position the slave's body should be in. Ricky and I face the class of new slaves. My Prince calls out a number and then Ricky and I move to the position presenting the number. The first few times my Prince calls out of the slave positions in sequence 1,2,3,..15. Ricky and I go through the different positions, translating smoothly from one position to the next. We have lots of practice doing these positions. So, it looks easy but for the new slaves it’s not that easy to remember. After Ricky and I do a set of positions, my Prince has the class of slaves copy us.
He walks along the rows of slaves, correcting them by hitting body parts that aren’t in the correct position. So, the slaves are motivated to correct their mistakes the next time that number is called. Once the slave does several rounds in sequence correctly, he makes it harder by calling out the numbers randomly!
Even though the random numbers are harder, they help the slaves remember which number is associated with the assigned body position. I remember the positions by visualizing the number in front of me and grouping the numbers/positions together. For example, lifting the left leg up and balancing on the right leg is number 2. Whereas the opposite, lifting the right leg up, is number 3. So, 2 and 3 are grouped together. Each slave may have his own method of remembering. My Prince doesn't care how we remember. Just that we remember.
The point of learning these positions has a few reasons for our owners. It shows complete ownership of the slave and the power he has over the slave’s mind and body. Yet, there are practical reasons too. Lifting up a foot exposes the bottom of the foot to the bite of a cane. It's good for applying painful punishment to a slave. Also, another position is to move to the ground on all fours. This allows their owners a place to rest their feet on the back of the slave while relaxing in the chair. This position is also good for fucking a slave too. So, slave positions are very useful for their owners.
By the end of the semester, each slave will know the positions perfectly. Of course, their owners may want new or different positions so they will learn them as well. So, for the last half of the semester, their owners practice with their slaves, changing out the positions to their favorite positions. Master also makes practical use of the positions anytime he wants both publicly or privately. The final test is a public display of the Master using the slaves in different positions. Like all slave classes, the slaves either pass or fail. If the slave fails, hIs Master and he have to retake the class. Trust me you don’t want to fail and humiliate your owner by causing him to retake the class or any class for that matter.
These slave classes help us slaves achieve higher standard grade points which lead to going up a grade level. The Grade levels are like milestone in training. My Prince island kingdom has 5 grade levels for slave. The grades tells a Master the level of training the slave has achieved. The higher the grade level, the higher a new slave is worth when sold. It works so well in his kingdom that naturally my Prince brought it to our college's IATC. When the slave moves up a grade, it is branded with the grade level on its ass. Of course, the grade level of added to the Slave App which is the standard database of all slaves in the state and soon the country. Plus, our deed of ownership is updated whenever we achieve a grade level.
Since, the slave classes are pass or fail only, if a slave fails a class then it has to redo the class over and over again until it passes. Standardized testing is performed on the slave for each class. So, a Master who buys a slave of a certain grade level knows what skills his slave will have. The county government has approved the grading of slaves because it increases our price when we are sold resulting in more tax dollars collected. So, it's a win-win for all involved. We are proud when we pass each class. It means we are more valuable to our owners.
My next class of the day is a slave class called "Art of Gourmet Cooking for Masters 101". This is a slave-only class where I learn how to cook gourmet meals for my Prince. I never knew how to cook. Father never wanted me to learn to, saying it’s a woman's job. He wanted me to be an old fashion Alpha male. Especially, since my older brother turned be a submissive. He alway helped our mother in the kitchen and to do housework. Father beat him for doing it but that didn't stop him from helping our mother. That's one of the reasons William is a domestic slave now. He has the skills and motivation to do housework. My Prince’s parents saw that drive in him at the first meal he had with us.
Now, I'm learning what my father refused me to learn. The Master Chef is brought in from my Prince's Island country. He has experience training slaves in a kitchen.
If you thought those TV shows were hard on the want-to-be Chefs, it's nothing compared to my demanding Master Chef.
For example, today I'm doing prep work for today's meal for the free students. Any slight mistakes in cutting up the vegetables results in a cane to my naked ass. We all fear that cane and Master Chef's liberal use of it. I'm crying from the pain and shame of fucking up. However, I’m caned when my tears drop onto the vegetables. He says my tears are contaminating the food. The food has to be perfect for the free students. So, he hands me a sweat bandana to collect the tears under my eyes. It just makes it harder to see what I'm doing. I have to be extra careful to do everything correctly. My brother William easily passed the class with praise from Master Chef. He only takes slave training classes once or twice a week. Yet, he seems to pass all of them with much fewer punishments than me. Because of this, he can skip some slave classes if he passes all the testing that the class requires. So, he is keeping up with me on the slave grade levels without having to actually take the classes. Master’s parents are very proud of him and so am I. The IATC offers slave training to slaves like my brother who are not official students learning a degree. He is not going to be an educated slave like me. Yet, I have no doubt the way he’s passing the slave tests and classes he will be a better slave than me. I’m not jealous of him. He found his purpose in life as a full-time domestic slave. It makes him happy so I’m happy for him. There is nothing wrong with being a hard-working labor slave.
Yet, now, I wish I would have helped out my mom more in the kitchen. I just feared my Father’s paddle for helping her. My brother took my Father's punishments and continued to help her until the day he was kicked out. I think that's why he can take the canings better than I can.
Now my Prince and his parents eat gourmet meals every day. My brother does all the domestic work around the house I, on the other hand, follow my Prince around almost 24/7.
After prep work is finished for lunch I'm helping more experienced slaves cook the lunch and then carry the meals to both Masters and undeclared free students.
My ass is rubbed and squeezed as I reach each table I serve in the lounge. The Masters look at my ass, saying it's a beauty. I try not to moan from their touch. If I mess up their orders they cane or spank me
I'm watched by other slaves who have served the Master Chef in the past and are owned by the college. They quickly report my mistakes to Master Chef. So, I'm in fear when I walk back into the kitchen. Master Chef shoves my face down on the hard surface of the prep table and I'm quickly caned on my ass and back. He pulls me up my collar and he pushes me to a new tray of food. I have no time to recover. I have to serve the next batch of Masters. This time I do it perfectly which the caning helped me achieve.
I'm still scolded for being slow but at least I'm not caned again. I'm learning to be a perfect cook and waiter. I can't pass until I'm perfect at everything Master Chef trains me to be.
I'm thankful when my last class ends and I’m once again kneeling beside my Prince and taking notes for him.
Before the new class starts he rubs my head helping me calm my nerves from the cooking class. His touch is like a wonder drug that he can turn on and off at will. He knows all my buttons and uses them with the art of a seasoned Master. I'm his toy and I love it. His touch is worth all the hard work and pain I must endure. I never had that growing up. So when my Prince claimed me, I was starving for an Alpha's touch. My Prince knew just what to do to make me respond to him. I love him for that. One of his parents, Zahir, the bottom of the pair, is a therapist. He helped me get through the trauma that my Father caused. I'm much better emotionally now. I wouldn't have been able to take the punishments of Master Chef without Zahir’s help. My Prince and his parents saved my family and I will be forever grateful to them. I hope some day my father will realize his purpose is to serve superior Men or Women like his sons do.
Next week another one of my cousins Paul wants to come to visit. His parents are much more liberal. He's in college in another state that hasn't legalized volunteer slavery yet and he is curious about it.
