It can't happen to me!

We have all heard the stories of the illicit slave-trade whereby desirable, young, white men from the West are "spirited" away to foreign lands and sold into slavery. 

And yet many of us remain unconvinced and dismiss these rumours as "urban myths" while our cocksure, young men believe they are invincible with their "hey it won't happen to me" attitude. 

Well it can happen to you and at any time as these five young men have found out. Lifted from the streets of Western cities in the dead of night, they now find themselves stripped naked and ready for inspection before being sold.

Artwork by Bazz; text is min.

Destruction of Corinth

Over the years, I have been fortunate enough to visit many ancient Graeco-Roman sites including among others Pompeii (Italy), Ephesus (Turkey), Glanum (Provence) and Corinth (Greece). Each has a story to tell and I never grow tired of exploring these fascinating places that were the precursors of Western Civilisation. 

As you wander through the ruins, you are overwhelmed with many emotions. For instance, at Ephesus, as you walk along the wide street leading from where the harbour once was into the city, you can't help but remember the grand processional progress of Mark Anthony and Cleopatra on their "stopover" as they returned to Egypt or the crowds who lined the street to welcome them.

Pompeii overwhelms you with its many wonders. But you can't escape the horrors of the tragic, cataclysmic event that wiped out the citizenry but preserved the town for prosperity. Prior to Vesuvius' eruption, life probably wasn't equal for all Pompeiians. Some were patricians, others plebeians while still others were slaves. Unequal in life yet they all shared a common horrific fate.

On my visits to Corinth, I am aware of the poignancy of this place and its destruction. What differentiates the fates of the two cities is that Pompeii was destroyed by a violent, unexpected act of Nature whereas Corinth's wanton destruction was an act of war perpetrated by the Romans, who wanted to impose their dominance in the eastern Mediterranean. Having successfully sought a war with the Greeks, Rome acted decisively in what I consider as an act of barbarism completely at odds with their view of being civilised.

 Corinth shared the same fate as Carthage in the same year 146BC and was plundered by the Romans of all her treasures and then destroyed. Her citizens - those that survived - were then led away into slavery and sold in Rome's slave markets causing a glut of cheap slaves.

During my visit to Corinth, I thought of her young men  being led away into captivity and Roman slavery.  This memory stays with me still and some years ago, I wrote a story, "Glaucus of Korinthos" in which I try to convey how it would have affected a young nobleman from Corinth.

Picture sourced from the internet; the text is mine.

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How much?

Question:

Would you bid for this slave and if successful, how would you use him?

Artwork by Amalaric.

In Transit

For most of us, our first introduction to a slave is when we inspect it prior to sale. What we see is the finished product  and, perhaps, we have no appreciation of the work that goes on behind the scenes to turn the newly enslaved into a marketable product worthy of our ownership.

The slave dealership of Skank and Dreyfus is well-known to all of us as the purveyors of prime slave-flesh. What we don't know, however, is the amount of work and training required to achieve this.

A raw, new slave must be tined to the highest standards before it is sent to the auction-block. The slave must be taught humility, subservience and obedience and to learn all the protocols of being a slave i.e. positions of respect, etc. Additionally, the slave must be also be trained in its future duties to its owner including the skills and how to use its body to give its master pleasure and sexual relief.

The overseers/trainers at Skank and Dreyfus are experts in achieving this and, on average, the spend three to four training a new slave before it is ready to take its place on te uction-block.

Here we see a fresh batch of newly trained slaves on their way to market.

Skank and Dreyfus are experts in presenting their slaves for sale. They know a potential buyer likes to see a slave in "full vigour" as it stands on the inspection platform and later the auction-block.

Therefor, they transport their livestock to market in a manner that keeps them highly aroused. Hung up by their wrists like carcasses being delivered from the abattoirs, they are gagged and then packed so tightly that their bodies are in close proximity to one another.

Skank and Dreyfus refer to this as the "sac to crack" method and it is plainly obvious why they have done so. As a slave travels to auction, his cock and balls nestle snugly in the ass-crack of the slave in font while its own ass is poked and probed by the cock of the slave shackled behind it. The stimulation of this close, intimate contact with one another ensures they all maintain rampant erections thus displaying their virility.

Therefore, next time you inspect a slave prior to auction and marvel at its upstanding display, you'll appreciate it is all down to the Skank and Dreyfus innovative "sac to crack" method of transporting their livestock. 

Ladies' Day at the Country Club.

Attitudes have certainly changed since the re-introduction of slavery. Remember how we threw up our hand in horror at the sight of a naked slave and insisted it must be "covered" so as not to offend the sensibilities of free citizens. 

Fortunately, with the passing of time, attitudes changed and we now live in more enlightened times. Now, we recognize that slaves aren't people but belong to a subhuman class of their own where their nakedness distinguishes them from the free citizen. 

As we can see from this picture everyone is perfectly relaxed. The male slaves don't seem to be shamed by their nakedness; in fact, they seem to revel in it even if their cocks are securely locked in cages. 

And if the slaves smiles are anything to go by, they are happy to serve the three young ladies - the daughters of prominent club members - who aren't at all fazed by their nudity.

No doubt, the young ladies belong to families that own many slaves where total nakedness is the norm.

Picture sourced from the internet; the text is mine 

Stretched to the limit

As any true slave-owner will tell you, discipline and punishment are necessary elements in controlling your slave herd. 

Slaves, by their very nature, are cunning and devious animals and they are always scheming to find ways to ease their work loads thus cutting back on profit to their masters. That is why it is important for an owner to employ competent overseers equipped with heavy whips to control their slaves with harsh discipline.

Slaves are a source of free labour and therefore don't receive a wage. Nor should they be rewarded for simply doing what is demanded of them. After all, a slave-owner has undertaken to give them basic food and rudimentary shelter in exchange for their labour.

However, if a slave ever needs punishing, its master must never hesitate. Punishment should be rendered immediately and without mercy, Often the punishment takes the form of a severe flogging with a heavy-duty whip.

In such an event, the slave must be properly prepared with its wrists tied over its head and its ankles securely fastened to the floor. Then, the slave's body should be stretched to the utmost of its limits - taking care that no joints or bones are dislocated - to highlight every muscle group and sinew. This will ensure the slave receives the maximum pain and it writhes as the lash coils itself around his torso.

Also take the opportunity to observe the slave's naked body. And aren't those luscious nipples just begging for your attention.

Is there a more beautiful sight in all of Nature than that of a naked, muscular, young slave's torso displayed in such an erotic and tantalising manner? 

I think not!

Senator Karelius "audits" one of his quarries

As a senator of Rome and a descendent of one of Roman founding families, I take my duties of "noblesse oblige" very seriously. Consequently, most of my time is taken up with my civic duties which leaves me with little time to manage my affairs, my latifundia, quarries, mines and fleet of trading galleys. 

As a result, I have found it necessary to appoint trusted and experienced slaves as my stewards in my place. Greek slaves are ideally suited to this task and so, for the most part, I leave the day to day running of my business affairs to them. 

Periodically, I meet with these stewards and they are called to give a full account of their stewardship and to answer my questions. recently, I conducting such an audit and I was pleased with the results except for one of my stone quarries where the production appears to have fallen and thus my profits. I questioned the steward in charge of this quarry and his hesitant answers raised doubt as to his abilities. 

However, I decide not to make an issue of it - well not just yet, anyway. Instead, I will visit the quarry personally and see what is happening. 

Today is the day I visit the quarry. 

The quarry in question is some distance out of town making it a long, tedious journey. For my comfort, I once again use my largest litter which requires sixteen of my brawniest slaves to carry it. Even then, the slaves struggle in the scorching heat and beg for water to ease their parched throats. I don't allow my litter-bearers to drink water when on duty as I find water sloshing around in their bellies makes them sluggish. 

Whenever, the slaves' pace slows, I order my accompanying overseers  to apply their whips to the backs and asses of these lazy brutes to maintain a decent walking pace. I never cease to be amazed at a slave's underestimation of its own capacity for physical labour and that it becomes necessary to use the whip to spur him on.

Meanwhile, I recline back among my silken cushions partaking of cool, honeyed wine and enjoying watching the muscle-stressed, sweat-sodden bodies of my naked litter-bearers. Altogether, they present a most erotic sight and one which appeals to the sadist in me.

Eventually, we reach the quarry and I take a few minutes to peruse the slaves toiling deep down in the furnace-like heat of the  quarry. There isn't any welcoming shade nor a cooling breeze to comfort the slaves. Consequently, their strong, muscular bodies gleam with a sheen of their labour induced sweating.

Unashamedly, I am a connoisseur of naked, male, slave-flesh - I could be regarded as a avid collector of slaves and I take great pride in my ownership of my slaves. As I look over my slaves, I recognize that they come from all corners of the Empire. There are slaves from dank, rainy Britannia and Saxons from the mist-shrouded forests north of the Danube. Others come from the dusty plains of Hispania and there Jews from the troublesome province of Palestine. Perhaps, most exotic of all are the black slaves who come from a mysterious land to the south of Egypt where the river Nile has its source.

Sometimes, I am asked how many slaves I own. Truthfully, i don't know the exact numbers except that my slave-herd is extensive. I don't know the number of sheep or cattle own; why then is it any different with my slaves.

I lay back in my litter and as I enjoy a snack of honeyed figs, grapes and melons washed down by a thirst-quenching wine from my vines, I watch the labouring, sweating slaves toiling under lash. Such scenes always excite me and for that reason I am accompanied by a young fuck-slave who now provides me with the necessary relief my cock craved. How satisfying it iss to fuck a slave's pert ass to the accompanying sounds of cracking whips and the cries of pain from my slaves.

As a result of my visit to the quarry, I decide it is being run inefficiently by the steward I had placed in charge. I take immediate steps to rectify this and order that the steward be stripped naked, placed in chains and set to working hewing rock from the quarry face. I couldn't help but smile as the wretched creature was stripped of his clothing and had chains fitted to him.

Of course, I ignored his pleas for mercy; once I have made a decision as to a slave's fate, I NEVER reverse that decision. I watched as he was dragged to the quarry face and given a heavy sledge hammer and set to work. I heard him scream, as  for the first time, an overseer's whip snaked out and coiled itself around his naked torso - the first of many, many more over the coming days as he is trained to work hard.

The new slave is out of condition with soft muscles, a flabby belly and sagging ass-cheeks. But that will soon rectify itself as the hard labour tightens his body and adds bulk to his muscles. Soon, he will have the perfect physique of all my other slaves toiling in the quarry.

I now needed to find a replacement for my former steward and i will ask Volpiscus, the slave-dealer to find me an educated, Greek slave with the necessary skills. In the interim, I appointed the head overseer of the quarry slaves to act as my temporary steward with the dire warning that he lift production quite dramatically and immediately or he will share the fate of the discredited steward.

I advised him to drive the slaves harder; to flay their backs and to apply the whips more often to obtain the maximum effort from them. He assured me he will. We shall see if he delivers on his assurance!

Finally,I have the head overseer - now my interim steward -  point out the five least productive slaves and I have them crucified on the spot. I order that their carcases are to remain on their crosses until they rot to serve as a grim warning to my other slaves to work harder - much harder -  in my interests.

Having taken care of my own affairs, I am free to return to the city and resume my civic duties to Rome and her people.

Artwork by Wrock; the text is mine.                                                    

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Toby's despair at his Master's abandonment of him 

An Object of Desire
Part 5
Written by Jean-Christophe: May, 2009

Chapter 5: Decisions; Decisions.

Once back in the office, the dealer asks:

“Before I give you my appraisals, can I ask what prices were you hoping to get, Mr Trevorrow?”

“I was thinking of somewhere in the 8,000 to 9,000 drachmae range for each of them”.

“I’m afraid, given the current state of the market, those prices are too ambitious. For the three younger slaves you could expect to get 4,500 perhaps 4800 at the most. However, the older would probably fetch 8,000 to 8,500 drachmae; but then he’s in a special category.

“I don’t understand.” Andy questions. “Why are the prices so low?”

“As you are aware our northern neighbours are engaged in one of interminable border disputes with each other. This has resulted in outright warfare and many captured soldiers and civilian prisoners have been enslaved. A lot of these new slaves are finding their way south and are causing a glut in our slave markets. Perhaps you noticed a pen of these new slaves on your way through the livestock yards on your way here. They’re up for auction this afternoon. Of course, as they are new to slavery, they are unbroken, ‘wild’ slaves and won’t sell at the same prices of your tame ones; currently they are selling for about 3,000 to 3,500 drachmae. But, let’s get back to your slaves. Are you prepared to sell them in such a depressed market?”

Quickly Andy downs the sums in his head and is dismayed to realise that the return from his three slaves won’t cover the cost of the statue. Hesitantly, he replies.

“I don’t know. I really did expect to get higher prices for them than the ones you quote”.

Sensing Andy’s disappointment, Matheson decides to change tack.

“Look your slaves are in superb condition.  The two blonds bucks are fine specimens but unfortunately their strength works against you. They’re not suitable for sale as ‘pleasure slaves’ as their bodies are too muscular. Sold individually, I would think they’ll be bought by one of the big construction companies for use as heavy labour on their building sites or in their stone quarries. However, you might consider offering them as a ‘matched pair’ – that way they could appeal to an owner looking for handsome, strong slaves to tend to his gardens and grounds and at the same time provide ‘eye candy’ as they work. Sold as a pair, at auction, you could get an extra 500 drachmae for each of them. What do you think?

Desperate to make up the shortfall, Andy replies “Let’s do it. Now what about the other slave? Do you have any suggestions?”

“Well yes I do. This slave is in a different category to the other two; he has a great body but isn’t as ‘bulky’ as the blonds. I believe his handsome features and finely-honed body would have great appeal to a special client who sometimes buys a slave by private contract. I often draw his attention to slaves I think he might be interested in and I think your slave could appeal to him. If so, I’m sure I can negotiate a higher price than you’d get at auction”.

“Can I ask the name of your client?”

“No. I can’t reveal his identity at this stage. But I can assure you he’s a genuine buyer and one of our leading businessmen. In fact, he’s the proprietor of one of the city’s top casinos and its associated ‘pleasure palace.’ He’s always on the lookout for handsome, tight-arsed slaves to serve his exclusive clientele. Certainly, with his good looks, strong body and that tight arse-hole your slave fits the bill. Should you be interested, I’m happy to act on your behalf. Shall I contact him?”

“I don’t know. My steward told me yesterday that the slave doesn’t like to be fucked. I wouldn’t like to sell him and for your client to feel he’s been cheated.”

Matheson laughs. “It doesn’t matter what the slave likes or doesn’t like – after all he’s only a slave. You can take it from me that if my client buys your slave, he’ll soon get used to being fucked; in fact, that’s all he’ll being for most of his time.”

“I don’t know.” Andy demurs. “I don’t feel comfortable subjecting him to such a life.”

“Your concern for the slave is admirable, Mr Trevorrow. But you need to remember that he is a slave and once you sell him his future life shouldn’t concern you. Look, for the next few years he’ll live a life of luxury; his only role will be to satisfy his master’s clients. Eventually, of course, and once he has lost his appeal, he’ll be sold on. As you are no doubt aware, all casino and pleasure house licences stipulate that the town council has first right of refusal on such slaves; they use them to staff the city’s comfort stations. But that’s in the future. Now, what you need to decide is whether you want me to negotiate a higher price with my client or take the risk of a lower price if he goes to auction.  It’s your choice.”

“I guess you're right.”  Andy decides. “Please contact your client.”

Aware that he is still short of the money needed to buy his statue; Andy desperately considers his next option. Reluctantly he asks:

You mentioned my steward’s value could be as high as 8,000 – 8,500 drachmae. Could he really be worth that much?”

“Indeed, he is an exceptional slave. His attraction is in his handsome features and magnificent body. Also, he is well endowed; he has large genitals and produces a prodigious amount of semen. All these attributes qualify him as suitable for breeding. I know of several clients who would pay handsomely to own such a slave. It’s even possible that you would get more than 8,500 drachmae if they were to bid against one another. Are you interested in selling him?”

“Reluctantly, yes I am. But tell me more; what will happen to him?”

“My guess is that he will lead the pampered life of a stud on a slave breeding farm. His new owner would ensure that he remains healthy and that his body maintains its superb condition. No doubt he would be worked hard at some heavy-duty labour to maintain his fitness; but, for him, this would be offset by the pleasures of being mated with his master’s female stock.”

“I have to be honest with you.” Andy tells Matheson. “He hasn’t had any sexual contact with females. Would this make a difference?”
“I wouldn’t think so. His mating will be carefully controlled by his owner’s stud-master who’ll make sure he gets over any initial shyness. If you’re thinking of selling him, then I suggest I phone those clients I know would be interested in him and invite them to privately inspect him prior to auction. The idea is to, whet their appetites and then to let them bid against one another. What do you say, Mr Trevorrow?”

“Alright go ahead with the sale of all four slaves. What needs to be done?”

“All I need from you is your signature appointing me to act as your agent and allowing me to chastise your slaves if necessary.” Noting the look of alarm on Andy’s face, the dealer hastens to explain. “Don’t worry; any punishment I need to administer to your slaves will be mild. There won’t be any marking or damaging of their bodies. It’s simply a requirement of all the insurance companies that slave-brokers are free to restrain a troublesome slave if the need arises”

As Andy signs the necessary paperwork, the dealer re-assures him.

“You can rest easy that I’ll take great care of your slaves. After all, it is in my interests too; the higher the return to you, the greater the commission for me. I would prefer to sell them by private treaty, if possible, rather than see them go to auction with the wild, unbroken northern imports. They are in magnificent condition and deserve to be sold as the prime stock they undoubtedly are.  Anyway, tonight, I’ll cage your four slaves, together, away from my other stock. That way they’ll be able to support each other. I find that the first night in the pens is always the worst for a slave being sold. No doubt, they’ll fret for their familiar surroundings and the loss of their old lives. Still I find if you give them adequate food and water and clean straw for their bedding they’ll soon settle down. Strangely enough most slaves are resilient. When they wake up tomorrow, they’ll realise that their old lives are over and new ones are about to begin.”

“I have one other question, Mr Matheson. If they go to auction when will they be sold? I’d like to be present at their sale.”

“Well today’s Wednesday. What about Saturday’s sale? There are more buyers at a weekend sale than a mid-week one. Also that gives me time to phone my special clients and invite to inspect the slaves before the sale. These inspections are also good for the slaves; it takes their minds off their sale as they are forced to concentrate all their attention on the buyers examining them.”

The two men shake hands as the dealer hands Andy his copy of the sales authorisation.

“Well, that’s it then, Mr Matheson. Thank you for your help. I’ll see you at the sale on Saturday.”

“Thank you for your custom, Mr Trevorrow. I look forward to seeing you on Saturday. I’ll make sure your slaves are well presented at their pre-sale showings and on the day, should they go to auction, they will be clean, with their faces freshly shaven and their bodies oiled. I know they will do you proud.”

Walking back through the inspection yard, Andy looks resolutely ahead without making eye contact with the still kneeling slaves. Deliberately, he ignores Toby’s questions of “Master?  Master?”

He enters his rickshaw and as he prepares to drive away, he closes his mind to Toby’s anguished shouts of “PLEASE, MASTER! DON’T LEAVE ME HERE! COME BACK, MASTER! PLEASE!”

As he drives away from the slave-dealer’s yard he recalls the advice given to him by his father many years ago, but which he chose to ignore; namely that you treat slaves justly and firmly but you never become emotionally attached to them. As his father had explained, slaves are, after all, just another form of livestock. He resolves to remember and practise this advice in future.

He also recalls a story he’d read two or three years ago entitled “You can’t be Friends with a Slave.” He reflects that this is sound advice from a wise author.

Once out off the livestock market he turns his pony towards Antonio Varo’s workshop. He is now in the happy position to confirm his purchase of the ‘wrestlers’ and he’ll still have money left over from the sale of his four slaves.

Smiling to himself, he resolves to buy himself a young, newly, enslaved prisoner from the north while prices are so low.

The End

Picture by Bazz

Footnote: I enjoyed revisiting this, my first ever story, and reposting to this blog. When I visited the "House of the Faun" in Pompeii, I wondered if its owners placed more value on the statue than they did on one of their slaves. 

And that became the theme for this short story. Ultimately, the master did value a cold, inanimate object more than the warm, yielding body of his loyal and devoted slave of many years who'd also given him much service and sexual pleasure.

In the long run, slaves were seen as commodities to be bought and sold at the whim of their owners and this was to be Toby's fate. One can only wonder about his emotional state as a result of his beloved master's treachery

This was written as a "stand alone" story but in response to the requests of some readers, I wrote a longer, follow-up series "The Aftermath" which explains what happened to the characters in this story. Writing that follow-up story was also a great pleasure which I fondly recall.

Chris 

  

Toby's Inspection

An Object of Desire

Part 4
Written by Jean-Christophe: May, 2009

Chapter 4: The Appraisals.

Alighting from his rickshaw, Andy is approached by a middle-aged slave who bows deeply before speaking.

“Good morning, Sir. How might I help you?”

This slave is obviously of some importance as he wears a loincloth and is, in fact, the chief steward of the establishment.

“I wish to speak to your master. I have three slaves I want appraised and valued.” Andy replies.

“Certainly, Sir. I’ll take you to my master immediately. Can I tell him who is asking for him?”

“Yes. My name is Andrew Trevorrow. I believe your master will remember me as I have had dealings with him in the past.

“Thank you, Sir. Can I ask Sir; are these the slaves you wish my master to look at?”  He asks pointing to the three slaves. “If so, I suggest that your overseer take them through that gate,” the slave indicates a small wooden gate in set in one of the walls, “into the inspection yard. “There is a slave in the yard who will prepare them for my master’s inspection.”

Andy nods in agreement and instructs Toby to lead the slaves into the yard and to assist in getting them ready.

“Thank you, Sir. Now if you will come with me,” the slave invites Andy, “I’ll take you to my master. I’m sure he will offer you the hospitality of his house whilst your slaves are made ready. Oh, one other thing, do you want me to have your pony watered?'

“Yes, please. He has travelled a long way and will have to make the return trip in the full heat of the day.”

“As soon as I have taken you to my master, I’ll send a slave to water him and to help him piss.

As Andy and the steward disappear into the building, Toby leads his charges through the gate and into a small, dusty yard. Running down the centre of the yard are a number of poles with varying lengths of heavy chains attached. He is approached by a slave who is naked except for a heavy collar around his neck and who asks Toby

“Can I help you?”

“Yes, my master has brought these slaves in for pre-sale appraisals.” Toby answers. “At the moment he is with your master and I was instructed to bring the slaves here and get them ready. What needs to be done?”

“That’s simple.” The slave replies. “All that needs to be done is to unshackle them and chain each of them to one of those poles. So, if you remove their ankle chains and unlock their collars from the chain, I’ll take it from there. Well soon have them ready.”

As Toby frees the first slave from his fellows, the yard slave quickly locks the slave’s wrists to the back of his neck collar and fastens his collar to one of the chains attached to a post. He then instructs the slave to kneel and assume the display position; feet together, knees apart, back held rigidly straight and his head bowed. The remaining two slaves are quickly dealt with in a similar manner and chained to their respective posts. Now the three slaves kneel in a row and await the arrival of their master and the slave-dealer.

As they kneel in the dust of the courtyard the slaves are suddenly aware of the approach of their master and another, expensively but gaudily, dressed man. This man is middle-aged, squat, and fat and is sweating profusely; both his balding head and the shirt under his armpits are wet with perspiration. He speaks with a wheeze not helped by the cigar he is smoking. The slaves note the short, leather whip clipped to his belt.

Wordlessly, he slowly circles the kneeling slaves, several times, before speaking to Andy

 “I compliment you on the quality of your livestock, Mr Trevorrow. Top quality slaves and they present well. With your permission I’ll examine them in more detail before I give you an estimate on their worth.”

“Please do.” Andy replies “That’s why they’re here."

“What about the older slave?” The dealer asks indicating Toby. “Do you want him appraised too?”

“No, that won’t be necessary. He’s my steward. He’s not for sale.”

“I don’t mind that he’s not for sale. I’m happy to do him with the others. It’ll be an obligation free valuation – courtesy of the house, so to speak. It’ll give you some idea of his current value; something all owners need to know about their livestock.”

Andy notices the momentary flicker of shock in Toby’s eyes at the prospect of being subjected to the dealer’s examination. Frowning, he decides to accept Matheson’s offer.  He reflects that Toby, from time to time, needs to be reminded that he is a slave and that his special relationship with his master doesn’t disqualify him from being treated as one.

“Thank you, Mr Matheson, for your generous offer and I accept.” Andy responds as Toby trembles

 “Slave, kneel by that pole.” The dealer instructs Toby.

Toby looks imploringly at his beloved master but is ignored. He knows he hasn’t any choice other than to obey. He removes his loincloth and kneels alongside an empty pole in line with the other three slaves.

“Chain him up!” Matheson commands the yard slave who hastens to obey his master’s order. Turning once more to Toby he barks “Assume the display position”. Toby does as instructed as his collar is chained to a post. Now he is left to wait.

Then, unclipping his whip, Matheson snaps it at one of the blond slaves and orders him ‘stand and display’.

Fearfully the slave scrambles to his feet and submits to the dealer’s scrutiny. Matheson unfastens the slave’s wrists from his collar and slowly moves his hands over the slave, expertly gauging the muscle tone and strength of the young body. He notes the slave’s favourable responses to the manipulation of his nipples and the inspection of the navel. Next he cups the slave’s balls in one hand and ‘jiggles’ them up and down as if to test their weight. With the other hand he strokes the cock. He is pleased at the slave’s instant response and smiles as it begins to lengthen. Almost lovingly, he strokes the slave to a full erection.

He now raps out the command to ‘turn around’ and begins an examination of the slave’s shoulders and back. He pays particular attention to the slave’s muscular arse and squeezes both buttocks, testing them for firmness. Then his hands travel down the outside of the slave’s legs and back up the inside to the thighs. Kicking the slave’s ankles apart he orders ‘bend and spread’. Fearfully the slave hastens to obey. As his balls are pulled down and away from his body, the slave gasps and squirms. He is rewarded with two, loud, open-handed slaps to his buttocks with the shouted command to “STEADY! STAND STILL!”  Then the slave feels a finger circling his stretched and exposed hole; he shudders at the unexpected pleasure this causes him. He feels the dealer’s finger thrusting into him and soon this is joined by a second finger.  The slave’s cock is now rampantly hard, and looking back between his legs, he sees a thread of pre-cum slowly working its way downwards from his cock-head to the ground. Then, as suddenly as they had entered him, the fingers are withdrawn. With a slap on the arse, he is ordered to ‘stand, face the front and display.’

Acting under his master’s instructions, the yard slave now begins to masturbate the slave. Already aroused, the slave quickly responds and is soon ejaculating into a glass container held over the tip of his cock. The dealer watches, with interest, the powerful thrusting of the slave’s hips as he pumps out his sperm. Once finished the yard slave hands the glass container to his master who examines the semen by touch, smell and taste. Declaring his satisfaction, he orders the slave to ‘kneel and display’. Once the slave is on his knees, Matheson runs his hands over his cropped head before examining the ears, eyes, nose and mouth. Ordered to open his mouth the slave receives a slap to the side of his head and the order to ‘open wider’. Then, as the final part of his appraisal, the slave’s tongue and teeth are examined.

Finally satisfied, the dealer declares. “He’s in excellent condition, Mr Trevorrow.”

Now he turns his attention to the black-haired slave and the order is given for him to ‘stand and display’.

Soon the remaining two slaves and Toby are deal with in a similar manner to the first slave and Matheson declares the appraisals finished and invites Andy to return to his office.

“I suggest we return to my office to discuss your options. Usually, I don’t discuss an impending sale in front of a slave; it can unsettle him too much. It’s much better if your slaves don’t overhear our discussions on their futures.”

To be continued ………..

Picture by Amalaric 

A Municipal Comfort Station

An Object of Desire 

Part 3 

Written by Jean-Christophe May 2009
Chapter 3: The City. 

Andy moves slowly through the narrow streets towards the centre of the city. Sitting in his rickshaw pulled by a naked and muscular slave, he is followed by Toby leading the three slaves on a chain. The slaves are fastened, one behind the other, by short lengths of chain attached to their neck collars and with their wrists tied behind their backs. On reaching the outer limits of the city, Andy had paused while Toby fitted the slaves with ankle chains; the effect of this is that the slaves now ‘hobble’ rather than walk. Still, Andy considers this restraint is necessary. Unaccustomed as the slaves are to the city, he doesn’t want them taking ‘fright’ and attempting to break away.

Before leaving the farm, Andy had inspected the three slaves to ensure they were properly prepared for valuation. He was pleased with Toby’s efforts in ensuring that his instructions had been carried out. Each slave has had his hair cropped and is cleanly shaven. Their strong, young bodies are clean and coated with oil causing their musculature to shine in the early, morning sunlight. Additionally, Toby had taken it upon himself to trim their pubes back to short stubble to better show off their genitals which are bound with thin, leather straps. This forces their cocks and balls forward into a prominent display. He also denied them food and water overnight and made sure they were ‘flushed out’ to avoid any unpleasant accidents due to nervousness as they are examined by the slavers. Andy praised Toby’s efforts and thanked him before moving off to the slave-dealers.

Despite their fears at the prospect of being sold, the three slaves nevertheless feel a sense of excitement as Toby leads them through the streets of the small, provincial city. They were last in the city six years ago, when the ‘old master’ had bought them at auction and then led them back to his estate five kilometres from the city. Since then, they had been restricted, under pain of death, to the boundaries of their master’s estate. So, the sights, sounds and smells of the city both fascinate and intrigue them. As they are led through the streets, they are the subject of much admiration and comment. Several times their master stops to allow friends and other interested bystanders to examine their bodies and to praise him on the quality of his livestock. The slaves soon became accustomed to the hands sliding over their bodies, manipulating their cocks, hefting and weighing their balls and parting their buttocks to examine and finger their arseholes. Unaccustomed to so such attention, the three slaves soon sport massive erections and their piss-slits glisten with pre-cum. It is only too obvious that they enjoy the attention their bodies are receiving at the hands of such appreciative admirers. Their master, for his part, is hoping that this interest in his slaves will translate into bids when they stand on the auction block.

As they move through the streets into the central square of the city, the slaves are surprised at the crowds thronging the streets. They are surrounded by people hurrying about their business. Everywhere they look they see slaves toiling and, in observing them, they perhaps catch a glimpse of their own futures. They see gangs of municipal slaves, owned by the city council, sweeping and cleaning the footpaths and gutters, whilst other slaves are employed repairing and repaving the roadways; all under the watchful eyes of impatient overseers armed with long, leather whips. And of course, there are the various methods of transport, all powered by slaves, whose role it is to ferry their masters around the city. However, for the slaves, the most disturbing sight is that of a ‘comfort station’; one of many set up and operating throughout the city.

The comfort station consists of a long wooden bench, upon which ten, naked slaves are kneeling with their heads and hands locked into a stock. Their knees are spread wide and are strapped down exposing their puckering holes to public scrutiny. The bench is built at a height that places their heads and arses at a convenient height for either fucking or sucking. As they pass, the slaves see several youths enthusiastically thrusting into some of the unfortunate, straining slaves. The comfort stations are a municipal initiative that caters for the poorer citizens of the city who don’t own slaves; however, the facility is also popular with the city’s businessmen and merchants in need of a quick release from stress. Here, for a nominal fee, they can use a slave’s body in increments of fifteen minutes. Each is carefully supervised by a council employee and two assisting slaves. To ensure hygiene, and after each use, a slave is unfastened, flushed out and re-lubricated. He is then placed in a nearby, holding cage to ‘rest’ until he is next required as a replacement on the bench. The three slaves, used to the sheltered environment of their master’s farm are shocked by this sight and shudder at the thought that they, too, could now be subjected to such an extreme form of slavery.

Andy moves out of the square and down a side street leading to the municipal sale yards. It is here that all livestock, including slaves, from the surrounding farms are sold. At this early hour, the yards are a scene of great activity with farmers delivering their sheep, goats and cattle into the holding pens. As they pass, the slaves see a caged area down one side of the yards. Locked in this cage are fifty, naked slaves due to be auctioned in the afternoon after all the other livestock is sold. They stand dejectedly, and in chains, looking out at the activity as the eager buyers peruse the penned animals on offer. Soon, it will be their turn to be inspected and these slaves will be led out and chained by the ankle to a numbered podium for inspection and examination by potential bidders.

Passing through the stock market, Andy enters through tall wooden gates into a paved courtyard surrounded by high stone walls. There he gives the order for his pony to ‘stop and rest’.

As they enter the courtyard, the trembling slaves pass under a sign reading:

DAVID J MATHESON, SLAVEBROKER

DEALER IN FINE SLAVES

REMEMBER! FOR THAT SPECIAL SLAVE – TALK TO DAVE



To be continued ….

Out of the drain and ready for inspection

An Object of Desire 
Part 2:

Written by Jean-Christophe May 2009



Chapter 2: In the Fields.

On Andy’s approach, the overseer in charge of the three slaves increases the tempo of their labours by shouting and cracking his whip over their heads. Aware of their master’s presence the slaves respond by shovelling harder. Their legs are covered in stinking mud and their upper bodies shine with sheens of perspiration. They are plagued with biting, stinging insects attracted by both the smell of the mud and their sweat; their discomfort is evident.

“Are these the three slaves in question?” Andy asks as he watches the three slaves toiling in the ditch. “If so, then fetch them to me?”

Toby orders the three slaves out of the ditch and fearfully, they hasten to prostrate themselves at their master’s feet. Andy gazes down on their naked, trembling bodies before acknowledging their obeisance by placing his right foot, in turn, on the napes of their necks. Then he raps out the order to “STAND AND DISPLAY!”

The slaves scramble to their feet and display their bodies for their master’s inspection. Andy looks intently at the three, young slaves before running his hands over their fronts and backs. Each is a perfect specimen, standing at about 1.9 metres in height and weighing between 78 to 80 kilograms; all three have strong, muscular bodies developed by years of hard toil. Two are blonds and the third has black curly hair. All three have a light dusting of matching hair on their chests and with delightful treasure trails leading down over their ribbed bellies to their pubic regions. Their more than adequate cocks and balls nestle in a bush of thick hair that matches their general colouring. Satisfied, he addresses Toby.

“You are right. These are among my better slaves. They’re prime stock. What age are they?”

“Master, it is hard to say, for certain, how old they are. As you know slaves don’t have the date of their births recorded; only the month and year, if at all. Usually a slave’s age is determined by the condition of his body, therefore I can only give you an approximate guide to their ages. My guess is that they are somewhere between eighteen and twenty years. I base this on the fact that they were among the last batch of young slaves purchased by your father shortly before he died. As you know the old Master preferred to buy slaves in their early teenage years so that he could work and train them in his ways. As that was six years ago; these slaves would now be within the age range I just mentioned.”

“Then they are the correct age for my requirements and they are in prime condition. But tell me, are they sexually active?”

“Master, like all your slaves, these three are like rabbits;” Toby laughs “in that they spend all their free time in fucking one another. Although the black-haired slave at the end is more of a ‘giver’ than a ‘receiver’. I understand from the overseers that he hates to have a cock thrust up him but is eager to put his own into the nearest available hole. Because of this reluctance, the overseers delight in fucking him. They enjoy his sense of outrage at being used and of his inability to prevent it happening to him.”

“Well I’m satisfied they meet my current requirements Toby and they are an important part of the matter I want to discuss with you. Yesterday, while in the city, I visited the workshops of the sculptor, Antonio Varo. One of his recent works, a  statue of two, naked wrestlers caught my eye and I decided it was just what I need for inclusion in my remodelled courtyard garden. As you would expect of Varo, his works are quite expensive; 17,000 drachmae in fact, and at the moment, I have insufficient cash reserves to meet his price. However, I’m determined to have it, no matter what the cost and so it has become necessary for me to raise the extra money by selling one or two slaves at the next auction. I look to these three to provide me with the money I need. What do you think?”
“Master, I’m sure any one of these slaves would fetch a good price at auction. Whether or not you’ll need to sell all three to raise the amount of money you need, I can’t say.  It is some time since I last accompanied you to a slave sale, and so, I’m not up with the current price of slaves. Hopefully, it won’t be necessary to part with all three, as with the promise of a good harvest, we will need every available slave to work in the fields.”

“I appreciate your views, Toby. However, I’m determined to have my new statue and if I have to sell all three slaves to achieve this, then so be it. With regard to the harvest, the other slaves will need to work that much harder and longer to make up for the absence of these three. I’m sure it isn’t beyond the capabilities of my overseers’ whips to coax this extra effort out of my slaves.”

“Very well, Master.” Toby answers. He knows that there isn’t any point in continuing the discussion now that his master has made his decision. There remain only the logistics of delivering the slaves to the auction yard.

“Toby, tomorrow I will need you to help me take these three to the slave-dealer’s yard for their valuations. Please ensure that they are made presentable; their hair is to be cropped, their faces clean-shaven and their bodies washed, buffed and oiled. Before we leave make sure they piss and shit; I don’t want to be publicly embarrassed by any unforeseen ‘accidents’ either on the way to the dealers or whilst they are being appraised. They are to be secured so that there isn’t any chance of them ‘breaking free’ and it goes without saying they are to be naked. You, however, have my permission to wear a loincloth to and from the sale-yards. I rely on you to have the slaves looking their best for their appraisals.”

“Thank you, Master. I’ll see that all your requirements are met. Thank you also for allowing me to wear a loincloth.”



To be continued …..

Andy Trevorrow's infatuation

"An Object of Desire"
Part one:

This was the very first of my stories and was written as a "one of" . As explained in my previous post, I did continue to write and my next story "The Aftermath" is a continuation of this one. 


An Object of Desire

Written by Jean-Christophe, May 2009



Chapter 1: A Morning Briefing.

Eating his breakfast in the sun -dappled shade of the vine covered patio, Andy Trevorrow runs a lustful eye over the naked body of the slave kneeling in full obeisance before him. His eyes wander from the slave’s lowered head, up the broad, muscular back to the elevated arse - an arse he knows well and which he frequently enjoys – before speaking.

“Good morning, Toby. Rise and stand ‘at rest’. After you give your report there is another matter I wish to discuss with you.” The master commands the slave.

The master gazes fondly at the naked slave standing before him. He is appreciative of the slave’s magnificent body and of the pleasure the slave gave him in his bed last night. The slave was nine years old when he given to him as a present on his own tenth birthday. He remembers the thrill of owning his own slave and how important and ‘grown-up’ he felt at receiving the young, slave from his father.  He remembers, with a sense of shame, how cruelly he treated the slave at first. Eager for his beloved father’s approval, he had treated his new slave harshly and had often enthusiastically caned him for no other reason than to prove his own worth to his father.

At first his father had watched indulgently as his son asserted this ownership over his new slave but eventually felt the need to intervene on the young slave’s behalf before he was irreparably damaged. The father coached the son in proper master/slave relations and showed him how to handle slaves firmly but justly. In time, a strong bond developed between the young master and his slave and this strengthened and grew to such a degree that, on reaching maturity, the master started to use the slave to his satisfy his own sexuality. In time, Andy had taken him as his personal pleasure slave; a situation that continues up to the present time.  As a sign of his affection, the master has given the slave a name, Toby. This naming of the slave is unusual in that no other of his slaves is named and, when addressed, they are simply referred to as ‘slave’

Upon the death of his father, Andy had inherited the farming estate and to assist him in its management he appointed his personal slave as his steward.

The slave waits patiently as his master continues to eat.

Finally, Andy asks. “Well, Toby what is happening today?”

“Master, as you are aware the grain crops are ripening fast and I have instructed the overseers to prepare all the machines and wagons ready for use. Master, good fortune has smiled on you this year and there should be a good harvest. Also, we have other slave gangs weeding and hoeing in the orchards and vineyards. There are also three slaves in a ‘punishment’ group cleaning out the water channels as they wait for your judgement.

“Excellent, Toby, as usual you’re on top of everything, saving me the bother of involving myself with the more mundane decisions of the farm. But, tell me about the three slaves who are to be punished? Are their transgressions of a serious nature?

“Not at all, Master. They can be considered as trivial; according to their overseer, the slaves were ‘skylarking’ when they should have been working. You could explain it as youthful exuberance but they are here to ‘work and not to play’.  Nevertheless, any act of insubordination by a slave has to be punished as an example to the other slaves. For that reason, I have them working in the water channels. Ordinarily, several days working in these ditches is sufficient punishment. They are working knee-deep in foul-smelling mud, shovelling out the silt and other debris clogging up the flow of water – and of course I have set an overseer over them to ensure their backs are bent to their task. I would think after twelve hours of constantly shovelling heavy mud they will think twice before upsetting an overseer in future.

Tell me about the slaves, Toby. Are they young and attractive? Do you rank them as being among my better slaves?”

“Yes, Master. I would place them among the best of your slaves. They are young with good, strong bodies and handsome features. Master, you mentioned there is something you want to discuss with me?”

Yes, Toby, there is but I’ll delay this until I’ve inspected these slaves. They may have a direct bearing on our discussion. Would you return to the fields and I’ll meet you there shortly to inspect these slaves?

“Certainly, master. Do you want the slaves cleaned up for your inspection?”

No. Leave them as they are and keep them working until I arrive, thank you, Toby.”



To be continued

A visit to Pompeii

In 2009, I revisited Pompeii, a place I had visited previously on a number of occasions. Pompeii fascinates me and I never tire of walking her streets, exploring the forum, public baths etc. In doing this, you get a sense of the glory and grandeur of Ancient Rome. And, at the same time, you realise how similar the Pompeiians were to us. So much of what you see and experience there is replicated in our modern day Western society.

One house I always visit is the "House of the Faun" so called after the statue of a faun that stands in the centre of the impluvium. Refer to photo) Originally, the statue stood on the edge of  impluvium but for some reason it is now placed in the centre of the pool.

This house is extraordinary in that it was built in the second century BC and destroyed in the eruption of Vesuvius in AD79. Even by Roman standards it is large - it completely covers one insula or city block of 3,000 square metres - and was probably the largest and most luxurious home in Pompeii. 

Archaeological evidence suggests it belonged to members of the Satria and Cassii gens; although that is not conclusive.

The House of the Faun contained many priceless pieces of art attesting to its owners enormous wealth and fortunately these are now preserved.

However, as I walked through the remains of this house, I was overwhelmed by its size and the number of rooms it contained. I immediately thought of the army of slaves that would be required to serve their Roman masters and mistresses and the lives they lived. 

Certainly the slave-quarters were cramped, dark spaces devoid of much furniture assuring the slaves lived lives devoid of any luxury. Another feature which impressed itself on me was the series of dark passageways that allowed the slaves to move from one part of this vast house to another without being seen by the owners thus ensuring their privacy.

The statue of the faun also attracted my attention and I wondered about its worth. Was it more valuable - in monetary terms - than the purchase price of a slave? Did the owners of the house regarded it more highly than one of their slaves? My feeling is that they did.

 I was suddenly inspired to write a story to commemorate my visit. I had never written a story previously but for some reason I now felt the urge to do so. On returning home I wrote that story _ "An Object of Desire". It was my first, clumsy attempt at writing. Once finished, I didn't know what to with it and then I discovered "SlaveNow" on  Yahoo. Nervously, I submitted it and asked if it was suitable for publishing in their group.

I received a gracious reply from Peter Brown who I feel is known to all of us with an interest in slavery. Not only Did Pete publish it; he also encouraged me to write more. I hadn't considered writing any more stories but eventually I followed up "An Object of Desire" with a longer sequel "The Aftermath".

Why am I writing this? With the imminent elimination of my stories by Yahoo, I am currently working through my stories and looking to archive them. After ten years of writing, I am reluctant to just see them disappear.

Chris  

    

Beware and stay alert; very alert!

"If you go down in the woods today, you'd better not be alone

It's lovely down in the woods today, but safer to stay at home 

For the slavers are on the prowl today looking for victims to own"

With apologies to the writers of "The Teddy Bears' Picnic"

As we can see from these two photos the slavers are indeed active in the woods today. The first pictures shows their latest catch, whilst, in the second, he's been stripped nakeed, secured and awaiting collection whilst the slavers search for more unsuspecting victims.

Photos sourced from the internet: the text is mine.

Comments:

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Chris

The end of the journey into slavery

With their chieftain languishing in the infamous Tullianum prison in Rome, some of his former tribesmen find themselves in a slave-market in Sicilia.

Here, we see the barbarians stripped naked and being offered for sale. On the left is a newly purchased slave being led away by his new owner's overseers to begin a life of unremitting hard work in his master's vineyards and olive groves.

On the right, we see three slaves being made to lift weights and heavy rocks as a demonstration of their strength and potential for back-breaking, hard labour.

And in the background, a naked, young slave is forced to provocatively pose his body and display his muscularity to a group of appreciative buyers looking for a sex slave. The slave has the added attraction of being a blond who will appeal to the buyers who are always seeking an exotic slave to grace their bed-chambers. No doubt, he'll sell well!

Artwork by Baron; text is mine.

Footnote:

Baron is my favourite artist and I have been a long-time fan of his works which, I believe, set the standard for "slave art". His knowledge of slavery fires my erotic fantasies and his works have inspired my story telling. 

My own knowledge of slavery has been enriched by two men who both live in Europe. One is Baron; the other is named Karel whose knowledge of slavery - particularly ancient slavery -  is prodigious and he has graciously shared this with me thus adding depth and detail to my own writing.

Baron, who is a professional artist - his works are eagerly sought after - posted this scene of a slave-market some years back and he kindly sent me a copy which I value highly.

Recently, a sharp-eyed reader drew my attention to an indiscernible inscription high up on the wall above the window which he told me mentions the name of Jean-Christophe, the name by which I wrote my slave stories. Personally, I haven't been able to recognise it but, if true, then I am greatly honoured by Baron.

Sold, under the spear!

With their sexual lust finally satiated, greed takes hold of the victorious Romans. The captives now stripped naked, raped and humiliated are no longer warriors - nor men - and are fit only for slavery.

Each of the captives is worth money to the Romans and now they sell the barbarians to the slave-dealers "under the spear" where each new captive is made to stand on a podium with a spear held over his head while he is inspected by the slave-traders, haggled over, bid for and finally sold.

Stepping down from the podium, the new slave is chained into a coffle and lead away to some far distant slave-market where he is once more offered for sale Because of their barbarian state and strong bodies most of these slaves will be sold to work on the latifundia or in mines and quarries of wealthy Romans.

Another example of Madahv's fine artwork. the text is mine.

The Spoils of Battle.

With their chieftain in chains, locked in a cage and on his long trip to Rome and execution, his defeated men are left to the vengeful Roman soldiers' attention.

Part of being defeated is the humiliation that follows and what more graphic way is there of shaming a man than by raping him. It strips way his manhood and establishes the rapist's power over him.

Here we see the defeated barbarian warriors being stripped naked before being "parcelled" out to the victorious Romans who can hardly wait to abuse their shapely arses.

The number of times the barbarians will be raped is open to conjecture. Suffice to say the Romans' blood lust is aroused and can only be satisfied by multiple raping.

Once Roman lust and the need for revenge is satisfied, the unfortunate captives will be sold "under the spear" to the slave-dealers who, like scavengers, always follow the Roman army albeit at a safe distance and sent to slave-markets throughout the Roman Empire.

Rome shows no mercy to those who challenge or defy her authority.

Artwork by Borg who, from time to time, worked with Baron of Prague to produce some magnificent art.  My apologies to Madahv in wrongly attributing this work to him but I stand by my statement of him as another of my all-time favourite artists who captures his subjects so exquisitely; the words are mine.

Choose wisely.

Whenever I inspect a slave with a view to buying him, I always concentrate my attention on those parts of his body that interest me the most.

In this case, it is the slave's arse as I am in the market for a new pleasure slave.

And this slave doesn't disappoint. His beautiful arse is like a sun-ripened, luscious peach - even down to the delightful "peach fuzz" that covers it. As I run my eager hands over those shapely buttocks, I appreciate the silky feel of the soft down covering them and I am eager to part those pert arse-cheeks to see what is hidden in between.

I have already decided to buy him and I know I won't be disappointed. And rest assured; I will make sure that I enjoy its promise of giving pleasure. 


Picture sourced from the internet and origin unknown. The words are mine.

The Price of Defeat

The defeated barbarian chieftain has been stripped naked - and possibly raped - obviously whipped and is now made to kneel in abject humiliation before the Roman general who defeated him. 

His future is pre-determined!

He'll be kept naked and in shackles and placed in a cage for the long trip back to Rome. Once there, he will be lowered into one of the underground dungeons of the infamous Tullianum prison to await his fate. 

Eventually, the general will be granted a "Triumph" by a grateful Senate during which the captured barbarian chieftain will be paraded naked through the streets to the jeers and taunts of a hostile Roman crowd.

After the Triumph, he'll be taken back to the Tullianum and executed by strangulation and his bound corpse thrown down the Gemonian Stairs also known as "the Stairs of Mourning. Placed there on public display, his body will be left to rot over an extended period during which it will be preyed upon by scavenging dogs and other carrion eaters.

In time, his decomposed corpse will be thrown unceremoniously and ignominiously into the River Tiber.

Meanwhile, the surviving members of his tribe have been enslaved.

This the price all enemies of Rome must pay for their defeat in battle.

Origin of picture unknown and sourced from the internet. The words are mine.

The Marionette.

If one of my slaves offends me, I never hesitate to punish him, After all, a slave only learns submission and obedience through pain and "Madame Lash" has a cutting and persuasive tongue.

At one time, I punished my slaves personally and enjoyed the experience. Lately however, I have been employing the services of a professional flogger who, for a fee, will come to your home and administer punishment to an errant slave on your behalf. You decide on the instrument of punishment and the number of strokes the slave is to receive and you can watch as the slave is strung up and flogged.

As can be seen, the flogger is made of solid muscle and I am sure the strokes he delivers are far more effective than my own feeble ones.

Certainly, as can be seen by the slave's bodily contortions, his cries of pain and his pleas for mercy, he is feeling his punishment.

Meanwhile, I can just sit back and relax, leisurely listen to classical music and enjoy a glass of my favourite wine while savouring the sight of the slave's arse being reddened as he "dances to the lash" like a marionette on a string.

Origin of video by Kink, San Francisco, Bound Gods.The text is mine, however.