Art by HE THONG

 

This image demonstrates one of the paramount facts of enslavement, namely, the dispossession of all kind of privacy, as stated in my short essay " On owning slaves ". It has been taken just at dawn in the slave dormitory of my residence. You see the cubicles where the slaves have slept until a couple of hours before. The room is already being mopped up. Two of my personal slaves, which have attended my sexual needs during the night and have then slept at my feet, have already been dismissed from my bedroom and are using the latrine. Note the cages on top of the cubicles: keeping a slave there for two or three days is a form of light punishment for some kinds of misbehavior.

And then, one night, the inconceivable happened: Marcus found his slave at the garage corner where he had fastened it a hour earlier, deeply asleep, but sporting a huge erection and ejaculating. A puddle of semen had already formed on the floor, and abundant cum was still slowly oozing out from the swollen glans. It was true that, in the three months that boi had been part of Marcus’ property, it had never been allowed to touch itself, let alone to cum. However, this loss of control was unacceptable in an expensive trained slave, and had to be heavily punished. Ten minutes later, the contemptible servant was receiving the hardest and longest whipping it had ever endured.   The following morning, Marcus rushed to the slave store to find a permanent chastity device for boi. He chose Chastiknot®, a new model that included thorough penis piercing but didn’t impede urination. Chastiknot® was only suitable for slave penises above a certain length, but this was no...

 Three days later, Marcus performed the first-meal ritual. He sprayed some slave biscuits with his own cum, and gave them to boi with his own hands. Marcus' girlfriend Patricia was also there. Although she was still living with her wealthy father, and was therefore well acquainted with slave handling, she seemed to be amused by the little ceremony.  For the first punishment session, Marcus used the trick of caning the back of one thigh only. Thus, the burn sensation contrast between the two legs would  enhance the slave’s pain and discomfort. (to be continued)

Each Sunday morning, before getting ready to leave for Mass, I go down to the long-term punishment room −where each slave spends not less than one week purging a surely well-deserved sentence− and, picking out one at random, I grant it pardon. You should see the doggish expression of infinite gratitude in the poor thing's eyes, as my foreslave removes the anal hook, and the shackels and chains! Naturally, unless I command so, the slave is not allowed to say a single word of thanks in my presence, but I permit it to lick my boots for a couple of minutes while I practise my best grimace of contemption. Then, with a little admonition kick to its ass or balls, I just quit the room.

 As you may have noticed, all my slaves are Caucasians, mainly brought from the United States and Western Europe. The only exception is a giant negro from Central Africa, which I use as  overseer or "foreslave". I spent a fortune on it, but it has become indispensable to monitor meal shifts, workout sessions, nighttime caging, and so on. Thanks to the "African  investment", as my accountant calls it, I do not need to take care of such inferior tasks, and I spare a lot of time. Unlike all my other slaves, my foreslave is not permanently chastitized.  In fact, I often order it to fuck a slave when some soft punishment is required after minor misbehavior. It is amazing to watch the giant negro handle up to four slaves at the same time -even my big personal attendants- when I command some group whipping down in the punishment dungeon.