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 THE NEW BIRTH - Part 4

   by Psychmstr SykeMstr@gmail.com

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   PREPARATIONS

   This slave awoke first, of course, visiting the bath area to piss, shit,
and have itself showered and douched to be fresh for Master and Mistress
when they arose.  Master issued protocols for many situations since He was
so well organized.  One rule, of course, was always to awake first in the
morning, and leave Master's bed, if doing so did not disturb Master; if it
did, then to leave at the earliest possible opportunity once Master had
finished using its body.



   This situation might arise, for example, if Master's dick was as yet
impaled in its ass from a previous fuck.  Master's dick might even be
comfortably resting between its ass cheeks, or His hand might be resting on
its cock, tit, or some other part of its body.



   Usually Master wished me to clean His cock of cum and ass juices after a
good ass fucking and then leave His shaft inside my throat or mouth.  So
long as i was able to breathe, i was to leave His cock exactly as He left
it.  During the night, Master may periodically touch my head and push down,
or begin to thrust slightly, indicating He wanted renewed pleasure on His
dick, or more typically to take His piss.  Once Master was no longer
touching me, i was then to take care of myself in the morning.



   i always left all doors open, since i did not require privacy--i was
just property after all, not a person.  In using the toilet, i never stood
in front of the bowl to urinate, but lifted the lid and the seat and
squatted with my haunches over the rim, my back to the tank.  As my dick
was exceptionally thick and long and cinched up with my cock and ball ring,
i would have to press sharply on my cock to properly direct the stream of
piss into the bowl, and frankly, i couldn't have gotten my cock past the
rim of bowel had i not bent my knees at about a 45 degrees to the floor.



   If i had to defecate, i was allowed to sit on the rim of the bowl, but
only for the time it took to eliminate any turds.  Usually i would grab my
cock and ball sack to lift them out of the way so they wouldn't rest on the
rim of the toilet while shitting.  Also, i didn't want any piss to squirt
to the floor accidently, as my dick would hang over the rim otherwise.



   After elimination, i stepped into the large open shower area, and one of
the bath slaves took Master's cleaning wand, checked for proper
temperature, and inserted the metal tip three or four inches up my hole, as
i leaned all the way over, and let the wand fill up my butt cavity for a
count of ten seconds.  The bath slave would then remove the tip, i would
tighten my sphincter muscle, step over to the toilet bowl, squat down and
let loose.



   This procedure was always followed not less than four times, increasing
each time the amount of water and its temperature that went into the
cavity. i knew i had enough water in my gut on the fourth cleansing when i
stood up, clenched my ass hole, and found that the muscled ridges of my
stomach were all stretched out painfully hard in a huge bloat.



   Each expulsion of water, of course, was following by flushing the
toilet, so that i could tell whether my colon was completely clean.  The
bath slaves would then join me in the shower area, soap me up, shave my
head and beard--as body shaving was no longer necessary for me after
electrolysis--turn off the water, and then "plane" the water off my body to
avoid using towels, which were to be used only by non-slaves.



   Lest anyone reading this account suspect i did anything on my own
initiative, that would be an appearance, not a reality.  Master had
prepared protocols for all ordinary situations, including protocols for a
wide range of variations on these basic templates of behavior He wished His
slaves to follow.  There was rather an extensive list to be followed by His
"right hand" as He called me, far more than for other slaves, because i
served a far more complicated role in Master's life.  Outside of Master's
presence, i did do all manner of things that could be said to be taking the
initiative, or making decisions "on my own," but the fact is i did no more
than obey the Prime Directive.



   While Master structured my life to optimize His Own pleasure and
convenience, thereby minimizing His need to micro-manage, He took special
pleasure in clothing and decorating slaves who frequently entered His
presence and in establishing general protocols for all other slaves who
serviced Him.



   In my case, Master had directed, not only tit rings, and a navel
barbell, but a wide cinch ring.  The iron rule was that anything Master put
on a slave was "locked" there until Master took it off, or had it taken
off. Most slaves who worked in agriculture or as pony slaves, or in any
activity where loose-hanging balls might create problems for the slave and
thus inefficiencies in their production were normally cinched to keep their
balls out of the way and supported, as a manner of speaking.



   Pony slaves for example, especially those with low-hangers, had a
tendency to have their balls bruised by the regular action of their thighs.
Master also really liked the look of pony slaves with cinch rings and
Prince Alberts.  Consequently, ponies were always cinched to create the
uniform "look" Master insisted upon.  Such cinch rings were permanently
wielded onto the pony's cock and balls.  There was no problem with hair
growth as all ponies were also permanently depilatated, except for their
faces, which were roughly shaved and their head hair, which was groomed
with a regulation number one cut--similar to that of Marine grunts.



   i was, of course, also depilatated in the same manner, but because of my
special status as His right hand, Master wished to use my body from time to
time without the cinch ring, both to enable my use of clothing in certain
situations where my identity as His right hand was to be protected, and
also to keep those areas of my body spotlessly clean and free of any stale
odor.  It was also important to Master that the full length of my cock be
available for insertion, or to have the whole package, cock and
low-hangers, fully available for play or display.



   Consequently, Master had given me a uniquely designed cinch ring--one
that could be taken off and on easily, but which looked as if it were a
permanent feature wielded onto my anatomy!



   The cinch ring was to be removed, under protocol, only for the brief
time washing and drying required.  Doing anything else was absolutely
forbidden, until the cinch ring was "locked" back on.  i might then
continue with the next series of activities Master had planned for me to
do.



   i then entered the shower area and at once bath slaves appeared to begin
their duties.  Before stepping into the shower for cleaning, i said to one
of them, "Do you know how to loosen the cinch ring?"



   "sir, no sir, thank you sir, your brother slave did not know cinch rings
could be loosened.  Beg your pardon, sir."



   A model answer from a most excellent brother slave, i thought.



   "You must encircle the ring with your whole hand, like this, depress the
circumference in the middle along this seam and then feel the ring catch
open.  Do the same at the two ends.  All along the seam now with the length
of your thumb and the meaty part of your palm, and grasping the other side
of the seam with the tips of your fingers, give the ring a quick snapping
pressure, like this . . .  SNAP . . .  and it pops open just enough so i
can maneuver my cock out first, like this, and then each ball, one at a
time.  There is no hinge, as you can see."



   "Now, you try it.  First, let me show you how to install the cinch in
the first place.  It is easy to do since my balls hang so low.  It's just a
question of not catching the flesh of my cock and sac along the seam. 
Notice that the seam has an overlap and an underlap.



   "When closed the seam appears to be positioned differently on the inside
than it is on the outside.  That's to help prevent catching any skin and it
also makes for a much more elegant design, since one would hardly even
notice the seam and thus conclude the cinch was just like the sort Master
uses on pony slaves and His draft teams."



   After several attempts both slaves managed to do the deed.  Then they
took the ring off, carefully washed my cock and balls, and, of course, the
rest of my body.



   One may well wonder why i didn't just wash itself?  Master's policy
required slaves to wash and shave each other; and, of course,they were not
permitted to masturbate or otherwise receive sexual release without the
permission of Master.  There there several reasons for this.



   Master believed close bodily contact needed to be frequent for slaves to
encourage bonding with their fellows.  But different rules applied to
different categories of slaves.



   Field and household slaves were generally encouraged to bond sexually
with rotating partners on a regular basis, assigned most often by their
Overseers.  Overseers themselves were encouraged to fuck all slaves under
their charge without discrimination, again on a rotating basis, so that
each slave would feel equally favored.



   Pony slaves, on the other hand, were only permitted to fuck each other,
if they paired; and teams of draft slaves were encouraged to fuck each
other as often as possible to become extremely familiar with each other's
bodies.



   Master, however, in consultation with the various overseers, would
choose from among the field slaves, household slaves, pony slaves and draft
slaves certain individuals to participate in His breeding program.  Slaves
working as breeders, did not, as the name implied, actually fuck women,
unless a particular client really wanted to have the full experience; on
the contrary, women purchasing semen from these slaves generally did so in
the most "arm's length" sort of transaction.



   Participating slaves would be completely cleaned and groomed in the most
expert and careful manner.  They would then live for no more than 3 months
or so in individual cells in the breeding stables.  These cells would have
a number of video cameras located in strategic places throughout to offer
exciting live video feeds from every imaginable angle of the particular
slave.  These feeds would go over the internet and potential customers
could observe up to three potential slaves simultaneously and choose
separate camera angles to obtain the best view of these semen producers.



   Anyone willing to pay a subscription fee to the video service could
obtain access and even "observe" in real time customer selection of a given
slave and His "milking", the live semen to be flash frozen for shipment
anywhere in the world.  Those who actually wished to purchase semen would
obtain "premium" access to the site and, if a purchase was made, would have
the cost of the subscription reimbursed.  But i digress.



   The one group of slaves who were absolutely forbidden to fuck or suck
each other were, for want of a better term, the comfort slaves.  These
slaves were reserved for use by Master, Mistress, their household guests,
friends, and staff members who were free men.



   Comfort slaves were to keep themselves in reserve to be fully charged
sexually for use on a moment's notice.  All comfort slaves had the barbell
piercing through their navels.  When comfort slaves grew boring to those
who used them, new ones were brought in and old ones sent to the fields or
to do other hard physical labor.  The barbells were replaced with rings. 
But not all comfort slaves could be used by all.



   For example, staff members were welcome to have any number of comfort
slaves for an evening's pleasure, but certain slaves might be reserved for
guests, or special occasions.



   i, too, am a comfort slave, to be used by Master, and now more
particularly by Mistress, but as Master's chief overseer, there was no
slave who had use of me; on the contrary, i could have use of whatever
slave i wished when i wasn't used as a comfort slave by Master or Mistress.




   But there were really only three situations where i regularly fucked
slaves: to show favor to my lieutenant overseers, to retrain slaves who
were beginning to backslide on their duties as slaves, either in
performance or in attitude, and to break a formerly free man, to bring his
spirit into submission to mine and through me, to Master himself.



   With these exceptions, i generally reserved my sexual energy for use by
Master, and through Him, Mistress, for these people were, for all intents
and purposes, my gods on earth, to whom i pledged complete submission in
all things.  i thought of their use of my body as their great gift to me; i
felt honored, and deeply appreciated their willingness to see something of
value in me, that they'd be willing to use me in this way.



   "Jackson!" Master had awoken with a piss hard-on, obviously, and stood
by His bed and gave a long, stretch to His well-defined arm, chest and
belly muscles.



   "Come let me give you a morning drink!"



   i had been Standing Present, the default slave position, (feet
shoulder-width apart, hands behind back clasping opposite wrist, chest out,
head down at middle distance), when i immediately went over to Master and
assumed the Full Present postion at His feet and opened my mouth to gently
take hold of Master's large dick.  i let it rest on my tongue without
stimulating it and Master relaxed His shoulders by resting His hands on my
head and shoulders so He could begin to piss.



   His cock was still semi-erect when He pulled my mouth fully down on Him
to the root of His balls, letting His urine fly down my gullet.  i could
feel the exciting throb of the liquid rush through His urethra and tunnel
down my throat.  i hardly had to swallow.  His fullness seemed to find a
direct route right out His dick into my stomach.



   i always enjoyed drinking Master's piss, but i especially enjoyed it
when He used me in public as His personal urinal.  While free men who
didn't own slaves took such a sight as a form of degradation to the slave,
i didn't feel that way at all.  i wanted Master to use me, and if others
thought i was abasing myself, that was even better.  The act showed i
belonged completely to Master and that what i might have wished or desired
as a free man was utterly irrelevant.



   What was important was what Master wanted, and i gloried when He used my
body to make this point to all and sundry--i would have gone steel hard
even if i were not wearing my cinch ring.  This attitude didn't hurt when
it came to retraining slaves either.



   Master finished His long morning piss, milked the last few drops out,
wiped His piss slit back and forth on my lips and sat on the side of the
bed, grabbed my arms and placed them around His waist, cocked His head
slightly toward me with a big smile and gave me a deep, wet kiss.  When
Master kissed me i often as not betrayed a few tears of light-hearted
ecstasy i was so happy and thrilled.  i could have sucked and kissed His
tongue and lips all day and all night long and each day thereafter devoted
the entire 24 hours lavishing my kisses and licks on each of His beautiful
body parts.  i could go on, i thought, for at least a month!



   Alas, Master had business to attend to, as did i.



   "Master, do you wish your slave to make a suggestion?"



   "Yes, of course, Jackson."



   "When you spoke to me before you cut my balls, Master, you described how
Mistress desired that my cock drooled pre-cum as often and as much as
possible when in Her presence, and especially when i appeared in public
with Her.



   "With your permission, Master, my cock would drool more constantly and
produce greater quantities if i inserted a large butt-plug up my hole to
put more or less constant pressure on the prostate.



   "Constant stimulation of the prostate should produce so much pre-cum
moistening the head of my dick, that strands would tend to flow along the
PA and make a very pleasing and even arresting presentation for Mistress
and Her friends.  Few people will be able to take their eyes off this huge
tackle, forced out in front of my cobble stoned eight-pack at right angles,
weeping constantly!"



   "That's an excellent suggestion, Jackson.  And it just goes to show how
incredibly close our thinking is!" Master gave me a sly wink when He said
this.



   "Master?"



   "Go into the wardrobe, on the floor, to the right, and retrieve the
black shoe box you find there.  Be careful.  It's heavier than a pair of
shoes."



   i brought the box Master requested, placed it at His feet, and made my
low obeisance, then kissed His feet lightly, and awaited His pleasure.



   "Up on your knees, slave, and open the box." Master said in triumphal
flourish, with a huge grin on His handsome face.



   i slipped the lid off, discarded the black packing material, and removed
a heavy, somewhat cool, object enclosed in a thick black velvet cinch bag.
i carefully opened the bag and slipped it off as a beautifully polished and
banded black object appeared in my hands, perhaps 5 or 6 pounds in weight,
shaped with a rounded broad heavy base that tapered quickly to a rounded
point.



   "Master, it looks like a heavy stone butt-plug, only it has no neck for
the sphincter to clamp."



   "Right you are, my muscular fuck-toy.  This is a butt-plug that will,
because of its weight and size, put great downward pressure on your
sphincter muscle.  It is inserted narrow tip first, of course, and then it
goes all the way up your butt and then just rests on your hole, tending to
stretch your hole open, forcing itself out.  Keeping a tight butt-hole
keeps it in and also puts constant pressure on your prostate.  You will
have a very strong sphincter muscle in a short while, that is, if you
succeed in keeping that thing up your ass and not letting it slide out. 
You should also get that constant creaming of your dick that Mistress so
desires.



   "Master, so i get it out by . . .  ," i began.



   ". . .  squatting down and pretending you're taking a big shit.  It
should slide right out.  However, you do bring up a good point.  I can't
have a heavy piece of black onyx like that rolling around in your guts if
you are wearing it and you are doing gymnastics exercises, or if you
suddenly had to go into fight mode to protect Mistress.  Also, I think you
need some practice with it to see how it works.



   "My hunch is you'll need to have a hole drilled into the base for a
stainless steel insert that would act to clamp the stone once inside your
rectum directly on top of your sphincter.  Also, see if it is necessary to
angle the stone so that by tilting it you are able to keep constant
pressure on your prostate.



   "The result will be the desired presentation as well as the need for you
to constantly exercise your sphincter muscle.  I want your hole to be big
enough to drive a truck through, so to speak, but I want you to have the
ability to tighten down on a cock as if you were an anal virgin.  Actually,
you already have that ability.  What I mean is I want you to retain it
during this period you will be with Mistress, as your ass will not be used
as often by me."



   "Master, i will have the machine shop do as you wish.  Shall i begin to
wear it now?"



   "Yes, insert it now.  And as I see the breakfast slaves are approaching
with the Mistress's and my meals, and your slave chow, let's sit at the
tables.  I want you kneeling with your feet cradling your ass cheeks and
your hands at rest behind your head, knees spread wide with nice tension
along your belly and chest.  That will lower the level of your face for my
convenience and also, I just love looking at your beautifully muscled
biceps, nicely pumped when your hands are in that position.  Yes.  Let's
call that the Resting Display position.  How does the new butt-plug feel?"



   "Master, it feels heavy in my gut and it is putting downward pressure on
my sphincter as you said it would.  i won't be able to tell whether it's
stimulating my prostate, however, until i walk."



   "Come Serena, let's begin breakfast.  I've got a busy day ahead of me!"



   "I'm coming, Steve.  Go ahead and start without me.  I'll be right in."



   The breakfast slaves, completely nude of course, as were all slaves,
served Master a simple meal of scrambled eggs, whole wheat toast with
currant preserves, fresh bacon bits, and a large orange juice.  The French
press thermal coffee pot awaited His pleasure at the end of the meal.



   My slave chow was a precisely measured amount provided in a stainless
steel "dog" bowl from which Master drew small handfuls and presented them
in front of my mouth for me to nuzzle.  i loved being hand-fed by Master
like this and after each handful i kissed Master's fingers and if He kept
His fingers there i would, of course, begin to gently suck and nibble on
them.  Many times He would caress my tongue and teeth, or rub the back of
His fingers tenderly across my lips.  Master never missed an opportunity to
express His affection for me and give me the chance to show my gratitude
and joy.



   My stomach was growling since it was ready for its morning supply of
nutrients.  On the maintenance diet, slaves were always fed an amount of
slave chow twice per day measured precisely to keep their body weight
within less than a one pound variation from week to week and month to
month.



   i was fed more as Master and i had decided so long as i could continue
to gain muscle mass and avoid body fat, i should stay on the bulking-up
diet.  So i ate three times per day.  After completing the grueling workout
sessions in the morning i was generally famished by midday, and that would
be the time the muscles would be looking to restore depleted energy, so i
ate at noon, and then again very lightly at six in the evening, when Master
generally had supper.



   "Slave?"



   "Ma'am, Yes Ma'am?"



   "I won't need your services until after you've completed your morning
training today.  Be ready to accompany me for a marketing promo this
afternoon at 3 PM.  Make sure to be be completely groomed since you will be
the center of attention.  Take along a classy business suit, the whole
works, since I want no one to suspect that you are a slave.  You shall look
and act as if you are my business assistant, which, of course, you will in
fact be.  Take a long a couple of slaves to assist us.  They can ride in
the boot of the car, if need be.



   "The National Businessmen's Association (NBA) is in town, so to speak,
and trophy spouses, both women and men, but mostly women, will hold a
special, closed-door-by-invitation-only session to consider contracting
with us for the future delivery of perhaps a dozen castrated super slaves
such as yourself to serve as personal comfort slaves.



   "Your job, aside from making your body available to these folks for
their inspection--at the right dramatic moment--will be to assess what sort
of slaves would best suit them.  Some will no doubt have definite notions
about what they like in a sex slave, but i want you to pick up any special
or unique or unspoken hints or suggestions.  Read their body language. 
We'll have a slide show offering beautiful nude pictures of the different
body types available in older males, different heights, different body
builds, presence of facial hair, etc.  We want to exceed their expectations
in every possible way.



   "Indeed, we want to know what they want before they themselves are fully
aware of it, since for most this will be the first time they have actually
owned a comfort slave, especially one capable, as ours will be, to do a lot
more than present a dick to ride or a hole to fill.  You will, of course,
be the lead trainer."



   "Mistress, i understand.  Shall i remain in the retraining room for your
messenger?"



   "Yes, that would be best."



   "Mistress, thank you.  i will do as you wish."



   In the limo on the way to the NBA meeting, Mistress had me in the
Resting Display position--ass cheeks resting on soles of feet, hands behind
my head, chest out and abs taut, to show the muscular ridges and the
"cobblestone" eightpack to best advantage.  Knees were wide apart to give
full visual and physical access to my cock and balls and even to my hole.



   "Put the alligator tit clamps on your nips Jack."



   "Ma'am, Yes, Thank You Ma'am." And i put these unusual clamps on each
tit.  The clamp looked like a stainless steel ball bearing about the
diameter of my thumb nail.  It had a hole in it on one side and on the
other little metal wings that thumb and forefinger could press together to
release the clamp inside the hole.



   i erected my nipples and stuck the clamps on.  The pain was pretty
intense, but i enjoyed it nevertheless.  My dick was already leaking
copious quantities of pre-cum with the heavy onyx butt-plug having been
inserted.  i uttered a low moan as i settled back to experience the
pain/pleasure of the clamps and the heaviness of the big rock resting up my
ass, trying to force its way through my clenched sphincter muscle.



   Mistress lifted Her legs onto the leather seat and pressed the intercom
button to speak to the chauffeur.



   "Let me know fifteen minutes before we arrive, Faisal.  Darken all the
windows now and no other interruptions."



   "Yes Ms.  Lord, immediately." The intercom went dead and the cabin
windows all converted into darkened one-way mirrors.  We could see out, but
no one could see in.



   "Jack, extend your left arm to make an arm rest for me as I lean back."



   "Ma'am, Yes Ma'am."



   i turned around on the floor and leaned back on my haunches with my
muscular arm extended out for Mistress.  i kept the other behind my head.
Mistress also leaned back and put Her arm along the length of mine, up
close, and fondled my ear lobe with Her long finger nails.  With the
fingers of other other hand She reached over and begin to caress my chest
and belly, finally coming to rest just below the barbell piercing in my
navel.



   "You know, slave Jackson, I think I like you."



   "Ma'am, Yes Ma'am.  i am completely yours to command."



   "Then turn and look at me, Jackson."



   i did as She asked and Her left hand lightly travelled up my belly and
chest to caress my biceps, and beckoned me to approach Her lips and offer
Her a hot wet kiss.  Her tender lips excited me and stirred the heat
between my legs.



   i so wanted to fuck Her brains out, but i kept control, and let Her
guide me every step of the way.  i knew Mistress would give me my head
about Her, but it would be on Her terms, not mine.  i knew that even if She
allowed me to fuck Her, i could not come, as i had to be fully charged for
the exhibition.  i kept thinking that these tit clamps had to go, since i
was just not going to be able to keep myself together that long with them
on.  My tits were very sensitive and they seemed to be directly connected
to my dick in some way.



   After some minutes of rather passionate kissing and throat fucking with
my tongue, Mistress broke off to recover, as did i.



   A few moments passed.



   "Ma'am, Do You wish Your slave to ask You a question?"



   "Of course, Jack."



   "Ma'am, my tits are sensitive and frankly i don't think i can stop
myself from cumming spontaneously if they stay in place.  Especially here
with you, like this.  Every part of my body is on fire for you, but i know
you want my dick completely charged up for the exhibition, yes?"



   A momentary wave of displeasure seemed to flit across Mistress's face,
then passed, then Her face fell into a thoughtful pose.



   "Jackson, Jackson, how much I need somebody in my life like you--NO--not
someone like you, because there is no one like you, is there?  I am just
being a selfish 24 year brat!  Steve is right.  You are a slave, but
something more!  I am beginning to appreciate what your Master said to me,
how you really are an extension of his body.  I feel like I am almost
talking to him sometimes when I speak to you.  I had you put those damn
clamps on just because it stirs my cunt to do it, but I wasn't thinking
about you the way that I should.



   "This slavery business is rather hard for us women, you know, Jackson.
To me, really, you are an incredibly beautiful, powerful, sexy and wise
man; but because you are also a slave, somehow I am not supposed to think
of you as a man.  And then, sometimes, I feel like you are Steve!"



   "Mistress, if i may be so bold to speak frankly, it is because i am a
man, undeniably so, that Master wishes You to display Your dominance over
me, especially in public or before others, even others in the household. 
Also, Your slave feels more secure in his slavery if he is treated as the
piece of property he really is.  A piece of property is what i am, for your
complete use and disposal, any way You see fit.



   "Master did purchase me fair and square.  i made some errors in judgment
regarding the trustworthiness of my business associates well over ten years
ago.  i couldn't pay my debts and so the court ordered that all my assets,
including my own body and mind, were to be put in service to my creditors.
That's the way the law works now.



   "Master purchased me and satisfied my creditors.  i owe Him not merely
the money He paid; i owe Him my life, so i willingly devote my whole mind
and body to His welfare.



   "He didn't have to buy me, you know.  i could have been purchased to do
any sort of work that would hardly have taxed my mental or physical
abilities in the least.  Had no one purchased me at all, my body could have
been sold to the organ banks, where i might have had a year or two of
additional life, at least until someone needed my heart for a transplant!



   "Some opponents of slavery in this country try to argue that our modern
institution is not fair, not equitable.  But consider.  Today we no longer
have prisons or penitentiaries.



   "There was a time not so long ago that millions of men, and women, were
simply warehoused in cells at great public expense, and nobody derived the
least little benefit from all the wasted manpower--least of all the
inmates, who frequently returned to freedom with criminal intent even more
monstrous than when they entered prison, and frequently with greater skill
at harming others.



   "Now, if a man commits a crime, he must pay a huge fine, and if he
cannot pay the fine, he is auctioned off into slavery.  His victims receive
the benefit of his talent and labor many times greater in most cases than
any original loss that was suffered.  But now we have very little crime. 
Even working-class people have the sense now to take out slavery insurance
so that if they run afoul of the law their insurance policies will pay off
the fine and they will remain free men.



   "So you see--don't you?--that to serve Master fulfills my life's
purpose. Just thinking about Master and His needs gets me hard
sexually--that's how much pleasure serving Him gives to me.



   "i like to think, too, that Master needs me, wants me, or at least finds
that i offer Him some important value in my service to Him in exchange for
all that He has given to me by saving me from the organ banks, or a life
lived pulling weeds in some field somewhere, or mining, or working in a
stone quarry.



   "All of these jobs are real jobs and worthwhile, but the system requires
great men such as Master who has the intelligence and the financial
resources to recognize the values various slaves offer to put them to their
highest use.



   "And you are the consort of Master.  He wishes me to respect and serve
you as i serve Him.  You probably feel a little awkward accepting the
values i offer to you because you receive a benefit you feel you have not
earned.  But Master has earned those values and it is His simple pleasure
that i should offer them to you, as well.  So i do.



   "Every time you use me, Mistress, you do great honor to me and to the
wonderful gift your husband has given to me--my slavery!  If later today
someone were, God forbid, to try to harm you in any way, i would willingly
put my body over yours to take the bullet or the sword, if matters came to
that, which they wouldn't because i know how to fight and would take them
out before they knew what hit them--that is, after i had collected you and
put you in safety.



   "So dearest Mistress, accept my complete submission to your will in all
things.  i shall try in every way to anticipate even what you may be
thinking, and if it is your will, to provide you with whatever you need
before you yourself even become fully aware of what you need.  That's the
sort of complete devotion i am talking about.  And it is the sort of
devotion i think these people we will soon meet also want in their lives,
whether they know it now, or not.



   "That, really, is the mission of the New Birth program.  Older men, more
experienced in the ways of life and the world, can understand what i've
been speaking to you about, and if they become candidates for the program,
will have to demonstrate an order of devotion and submission to their
Masters that exceeds what Masters typically expect from their slaves.  New
Birth candidates readily grasp the fact they otherwise face euthanasia when
they reach their 45th birthdays, since the values they may offer without
the program are simply insufficient to merit continued support by Master
owners.



   "With a radical attitude adjustment, with cutting off their balls and
replacing them with prosthetic balls, with the steroid drug enhancement
element, and with the extraordinary training of their physical bodies and
through their bodies, their minds, the program hopes to produce, if not
clones of me, then certainly examples of manhood that will leave the
average master and mistress weak in the knees, and fast with the pen and
personal purchase check."



   "Jackson, I love a slave who knows what he's worth.  Undress me now and
take me on a flight somewhere Your Master wants me to go.  Take off the
fucking clamps and don't come yourself.  Let's save that for later tonight,
OK?"



   Mistress didn't have to coax me into compliance, as with slightly
shaking hands i helped remove Her clothing and carefully laid the articles
out on the opposing seat so they would not get wrinkled, as we had to be
due at the hotel within an hour or so.



   i have a large, well-muscled body, as i have said, and lying down on top
of Mistress so my dick head could enter Her luscious cunt opening put Her
head at the level of my chest.



   i supported my upper body by stretching out my arms overhead and
grasping the armrest and seat edge and pressing downward, so all my chest,
arm, and belly muscles went to really major pump.  Mistress tried to nibble
on my left big tit but found that the tit ring got in the way, so She
buried Her face in my left pit and started licking it.



   i could smell my own fresh man-smell--it always turned me on big
time--as i kissed Mistress's hair and head and when the position was just
right probed Her sexy ear canal with my wet tongue, driving Her absolutely
wild with lust.  Her body was writhing underneath mine, bucking, and
vibrating like She'd just been plugged by a live wire--a feat She could
manage since i was supporting all of my weight on my arms and legs.



   i had no problem plunging my raging fuckpole right straight into Her
tightness--the cunt lips put up only token resistance to the invading log
as it made its headlong plunge into the darkness slick and smooth like
honey from all the fluid i was pumping out of my dick.



   This was so fucking hot.  i was visualizing myself as this enormous fuck
tool that Mistress was directing by remote control.  My body, my penis, and
my spirit were all one, one entity.  and i wanted nothing more than to
invade the universe of Her fucking cunt, take it over, dominate it, and
then have Her suck me up into Her for ever and for ever.  i felt insane.  i
roared.  i actually heard myself making these huge rutting noises.  i
sounded like a big fucking bull just getting his big fucking rocks off. 
Sweet Jesus, then i fucking came, just then, right into the bitch's
tight-assed cunt!  i so wanted to save myself for later, but this honey
bitch got me really going strong.  i didn't want to think what was going to
happen now.  Oh, sweet Jesus, what a blesséd fuck!



   i lay off Mistress and flopped down on the big floor of the limo, just
to recover my breath and consider how i was going to handle the situation.
Mistress had ordered me not to cum and what did i fucking do but cum, not
just a little jack-off, but one of the hottest orgasms i had ever
experienced in my whole fucking life.  And it was the best sex i had ever
had with a woman!  i found myself just a little conflicted, to say the
least!



   "Oh, Jackson, that was the greatest fuck of my short sweet life.  My
God, I have never been fucked like that baby, ever, not even by Steve on
our honeymoon!  Ummm, that was so, soooh . . .  good!"



   Mistress was gently masturbating Her clit, trying to extend Her
pleasure, so i got up on my knees between Her legs, rested Her willing
thighs on my shoulders and gave Her sweet cunt a big, wet, open-mouthed
kiss, lapped up the drooling cum, and started to work my tongue stud into
the engorged meat, tapping, sucking, licking, blowing, and then just
running with this incredible oral sensation--i felt my tongue was at the
control panel of Her electrified body and the least touch here or there
could cause the most amazing moans from deep within Her; i felt the muscles
in Her ass, back and belly tighten and then relax briefly, only to fall
into another series of spasms and releases.



   i moved my big paws up to Her perfect tits and oh-so-gently brushed the
backs of my fingers across the engorged nipples.  How i wanted to lick,
bite, and suck them as well, but i just couldn't get my mouth in two places
at once, so i decided to mount my Mistress once again but instead of
entering my dick into Her pussy, i let my moistened cock head massage Her
hardened clit so my mouth and tongue and teeth might devour those
tantalizing nipples.  And they were connected, O yes!, to that hard little
member of Hers that my still hardened dick was kissing so passionately!



   Mistress just didn't stop having orgasms.  i swear, so long as some part
of my body was touching hers, She was off in heaven getting fucked by God
Almighty Himself!  It was as if Master had taken immediate and direct
control of my body, as if my big fucking dick were His big fucking dick,
and my muscled body were His muscled body, as if Master's consciousness had
completely taken over my soul, He and i sharing the same consciousness, and
Mistress understood that!  What a fucking turn on!  i could do this all day
and all night!



   "In some deep sense, my consciousness at that moment merged completely
with Master's and there was no difference!  Master had moved me to a whole
deeper and more intense intimacy with Him and with His purpose for my life.
Master in my body re-entered His Wife and His slave grew, once again, steel
hard, and pumped again and again into Her tasty cunt.  This time in fucking
Her i felt a sense of almost religious awe as i witnessed, as though
outside looking down, at the magisterial way Master now used my body to
pleasure His Wife.  i felt such a sense of ecstatic surrender, as if Master
were creating a whole new world in this single act, that as i exploded once
again into Mistress, i seemed to lose consciousness altogether.  Master
once again took me deeper into my slavery to Him.



   It is difficult to convey this ecstatic sense to those readers who are
not true slaves, or do not have Masters Who know how to help Their slaves
release the slave spirit within themselves, reaching more profound, deeper
levels of connection.  The experience is somewhat akin to the "high" a
runner feels once he reaches a certain level of performance, where his
spirit seems to become almost disembodied.



   The pains and sensations of making the physical effort to run fall away
and just the pure unalloyed sensation of moving through the air takes over
and possesses one.  There is no time because your consciousness only exists
in that particular moment . . .  which is suspended . . .  sustained
somehow.  And then the reality of a spent body trying to grab more air hits
home and you have to stop.  But afterward, and for the rest of your life,
you remember that moment, you savor it, you acknowledge it, and then you
put it back into that special place deep within where you keep memories
like these.



   i felt sorry for ordinary people, for ordinary slaves.  they could never
know what i knew, could never feel what i felt, could never merge with
another soul, as Master absorbed my consciousness into His, my body into
His Body, my mind into His Mind.  Perhaps, i thought, it really is a gift
of the born slave.  i had experienced what religious people throughout
human history had always sought, union with the Divine!  it must be, i
thought, that just as Master worked through me and made me His complete
slave, so God also worked though Master, and thus i really was united with
God Himself!

   End of Part 4

   TO BE CONTINUED . . .
   (C) 2004 Syke Master