House of the Faun, Pompeii.

This house is dates from the 2nd century BC and is one of the biggest and grandest homes in Pompeii. Obviously, its owners were extremely wealthy and prominent to afford a home of this size. Co-incidentally, i found this picture on the internet today and it awakened memories of my time visiting it.

i visited it in 2009 and was impressed by its sheer size and magnificence and it was as a result of that visit that i began my efforts at writing stories about slaves and slavery. 

As one who has a slave's persona, i was overwhelmed by visions of the large retinue of household slaves that served the owners and after viewing the secret passages used by the slaves to move around the house unseen by their owners, in my imagination, i identified with them. i felt a great sadness on their behalf as i thought about the humiliation and degradation of being a chattel slave owned body and spirit by another.

Throughout history, there have been countless slaves of all races, colour or creeds; no one was immune to being enslaved if the circumstances were right. We know very little about most slaves; they are nameless and by and large they are silent and without a voice to speak for themselves and to tell us of  the their pain and suffering. Denied of their humanity, they were reduced to objects or as the Romans described them "talking tools" and confronted by the unimaginable horrors of their daily lives.

i was overcome with a great sadness at man's inhumanity to his fellow man and i wanted to speak on their behalf and write what it is like to be a chattel slave; it that was possible.

i stood on this exact spot alongside the pool and looked at the statue of the Faun which gave the house its name. This statue is a replica of the original which, i believe is in a museum in Naples.

For some reason this statue interested me and i recall wondering if the Roman owner valued it more highly than one of his many slaves. I expect he did!

Inexplicably, i had the idea of writing a short story with this as its theme. On returning home, and for the first time in my life, i attempted to write. i wrote "An Object of Desire" under my nom-de-plume, Jean-Christophe and followed it up with "The Aftermath".

Since then, i have written other slave stories and always i try to write from the perspective of the slave though occasionally i have written from a Master's point of view. But, reflecting my slave mentality, my focus is always with my slave characters.

himar

Picture sourced from the internet. The text is mine.

 Re-establishing my links to bdsmlr:

Earlier this year, my blogs at bdsmlr ceased to function and no matter what i tried to rectify the problems nothing worked. Whilst the blogs still appear online, for some reason, i can't open them or post to them.

Following on so soon after the decision by both Yahoo and tumblr to ban our genre, the loss of bdsmlr was a disappointment as the contacts i had made there were no longer available to me.

As one last effort and with Master's permission, i have now opened a new account at bdsmlr and while it is early days it does seem to be working successfully - fingers crossed it continues to do so.  For anyone interested, the new blog, "Slave himar" can be accessed at 

http://slavehimar.bdsmlr.com

i'm not certain as to what format this new blog will take and it is still very experimental. However, i am open to your comments or suggestions. my primary purpose in opening this blog is to access the wealth of material from others who also use bdsmlr.

himar

 

My first chore for the day!

Serving as a slave once more!

 When Master wakes, this is my first chore for the day. Master likes to spend time training me with His magnificent, dark manhood and i try to rise to the challenge and satisfy Him.

himar

Garden Duties

Serving as a slave once more! A return to slave duties:

This weekend, there hasn't been much time for me to write. Like the slave in the picture, i have been working hard at the chores Master assigned me to complete in His garden. 

Unlike the naked slave portrayed, Master required me to work semi-naked. He supervised from a distance paying frequent visits to spur me along with His new leather strap. 

As an aside, Master had my hair cut short identical to this model. i like it as it is more suitable for a slave.

himar

 

The Rejects

"White Pearls"

Part 8

The Rejects

Written by Jean-Christophe

These are the "rough diamonds" who failed my first cull. At first glance, you might wonder why I rejected them; after all, they appear to be healthy with potentially imposing physiques and it could be said that I set my selection criteria too high in passing them over.

However, as previously stated, the standards set by the House of Malik are stringent and rigorously adhered to by both my esteemed, adoptive father and me. As previously mentioned the House of Malik prides itself in marketing only the primest, male slave-flesh to our wealthy and exclusive clientele who expect no less from us. We pride ourselves that our peerless livestock is the best available worldwide and that it is second to none.

I applied these standards to the five rejects shown and I make no apology for doing so. The slaves failed to meet my exacting requirements and were culled for the following reasons.

On reject had broken teeth which automatically excluded him as a pleasure slave. Can you imagine the risk to a Master's engorged penis the slave's jagged teeth could pose during a blowjob? Two had 'slack holes' and would fail miserably to sexually satisfy a master's justifiable lust. After all, who whats to fuck a slave's anus stretched by overuse? There'd be no pleasure in that for the slave's user. 

In making my cull, I always separate the new anal virgins from their companions and these are strictly controlled to maintain their virginity which adds immeasurably to their value. The greatest problem, I have here is with by African slave assistants who want for nothing more than to penetrate a white slave's arse with their monstrous, black cocks. I must be constantly on my guard to ensure this doesn't happen. My African slaves know it is forbidden to fuck a white slave without my permission which, in the case of my anal virgins, is NEVER given. Nevertheless, the Africans are plagued with an insatiable libido which overcomes their commonsense and fear of the dire punishment they face should they give way to their lust. To rape one of my anal virgins is tantamount to stealing from the House of Malik and won't be tolerated. The penalty for such a heinous act is immediate castration and eventual sale as a eunuch fit only for domestic duty. 

The fourth was rejected because of a prominent birthmark. Our clients spend large sums of money to buy the perfect slave; one with a flawless skin and not disfigured by any defects or scars. We pride ourselves on the perfect appearance of our livestock and during their preparation for the auction-block, much effort is put into perfecting their skin appearance and complexions.

Above all, our clients demand symmetry in their slaves. When examining a slave for purchase, much like the ancient Greeks, they look for a "sense of the harmonious and beautiful proportions" together with a "balance and agreement in dimensions and arrangement." In other words, they look for and want perfection. A slave might have all these requirements but could be lacking in one detail. In the case of the fifth reject it was his minuscule cock and balls which were out of balance with his otherwise impressive and muscular physique. While his body was pleasing to the eye and to quote the expression used in the decadent West to describe an infidel's male, naked body he was "eye-candy". 

However, the fifth reject's genitalia was deficient in size - sadly so - and detracted from his overall appearance. Therefore, he now stands with his four, luckless, fellow rejects as the city's lesser slave dealers - hoping for a bargain - haggle over them.

Armed with their vicious whip and chains, these inferior slavers remind me of scavenging hyenas fighting one another over a cadaver for the tastiest morsel. I view them with the utmost contempt and listen in disgust as they argue with one another over the right to buy my rejects. At times, they almost come to blows and I must step in to restore order. Ultimately, I decide which of them buys what slaves and I do so disdainfully and as quickly as possible for I am eager to have them leave. Their very presence is obnoxious and sullies the dignity, prestige and reputation of the proud House of Malik.

I thank my correspondent, servus for supplying the artwork - one of Amalaric's outstanding, earlier works - which served as the inspiration for this post. The text is mine.

The First Cull!

"White Pearls"

Part 7

Making the Selection

Written by Jean-Christophe

Once the new livestock have been deloused, purged and scrubbed clean, it is time for me to take over. This initial inspection of the "rough diamonds" is one that I personally conduct and in fact, it is one that I very much enjoy. Leaving nothing to chance, I personally inspect every slave and I entrust no other to make the first assessments. The responsibility in making a final decision as to the new slaves' futures is mine and mine alone to decide. True, I am supported by my African slave handlers but their only role is to maintain order and discipline among the new arrivals. Occasionally, a slave displays a false sense of bravado that can unsettle his more placid companions but the sight of naked, powerfully built and heavily muscled Africans armed with whips is usually enough to subdue them into a sullen silence. 

Why do I place such importance on this first culling of the new arrivals. Inspecting and evaluating a slave's strengths and potential can be time consuming and a lot of time can be spent examining a slave only to find it is doesn't meet the high standards the "House of Malik". 

I work on the theory that a slave's overall health can quickly be ascertained by an initial inspection of its mouth and anus rather than a more prolonged bodily one which, of course, does follow if the slave survives my first cull.

Firstly, I have the slaves stand in a straight line so that I can look at their oral health. My African assistants forcibly hold open the mouths of the slaves as I run my fingers over their teeth and examine their gums and tongues. What I am looking for are strong, even teeth and moist, pink tongues and gums. This is a good indicator that the slaves will have little trouble adjusting to their new slave diet.

Any slaves with broken, missing or decaying teeth is immediately culled and taken away to a special holding pen. The same goes if the tongue is furry and grey in colour which could be an indication of an underlying health issue.

Next, those slave who pass my oral test are made to bend at the waist as I closely inspect their arses for any defects or weaknesses. Firstly, I look for a healthy, rosy red pucker that is nicely striated and tight to my finger insertion and secondly that it is sound and not damaged in any way. 

I believe a sound mouth and arse are essential in ensuring a slave 's good health.  A slave who hungrily eats his food ration and excretes regularly is a healthy slave. It is an indicator that the slave's dietary tract is in good working order and its future owner is assured of many trouble-free years of service.

I am meticulous in inspecting a slave's arse-hole to ensure the stringent demands of the "House of Malik" are met. My esteemed father expects no less. Any slave whose arse is deformed or has been overworked - and you'd be surprised at how many "rough diamonds" are "slack-arsed" from over-use in their free days - is quickly culled and sent to join its broken-mouthed companions in the rejection bin. 

The "House of Malik" won't waste time or effort in marketing these culls; instead, they will be sold on to the smaller, lesser-known slave-dealers who cater for the cheaper end of the market. Surprisingly, there is a ready market for these broken-mouthed and slack-arsed slaves to serve as heavy duty beasts-of burden in the fields, quarries, mines and on construction sites.

Why am I so fussy in culling these new slaves? The simple explanation is that the "House of Malik" exclusively caters for the top end of the market and our merchandise is second to none. We offer only the primest, most handsome and muscular of livestock to our wealthy and discerning clientele who, not only buy slaves for their labour or service, but also for the pleasure they give as sex-slaves. Hence, the great emphasis, I place on the twin pleasure portals of a slave's body; its mouth and its anus.

As yet, our new slaves are inexperienced but overtime, that will change with training by my African helpers. Eventually, the slaves will become exquisite cock-suckers and they will willingly offer up their arses to their new Masters' ravishing and hungry cocks.

Our exclusive clientele expect nothing less from any slave they purchase from us and we  jealously guard our proud, centuries old reputation for only providing the best slaves money can buy.

Those rough diamonds who survive my cull are now ready to begin the training which will transform them into the superb "House of Malik" slaves the most particular of Masters will be proud to own.

Kareem

Picture found on the internet; source unknown. The text  mine.

Serving once more 

Answers to some questions i was asked overnight:

i was asked if my submitting to a new Master meant the end of my writing. The short answer is "no it doesn't". i will continue to write as the opportunity presents. In fact, i  am working on Chapter 7 of "White Pearls" and this will be published shortly.

Next answer is that my Master is named Jaamil or "Master Jaamil" to me. He has some Arabic connections and these do influence my new slavery. In fact, my Master has named me "himar" which is Arabic for donkey and it is a most appropriate name for a lowly slave. It is a name i used on an earlier post in May, 2019 and so i guess it is one i indirectly chose for myself. Whenever Master calls me "Himar" i become very "excited" in the form of a hard erection and i leak profusely. i love the humiliation i feel at being called "donkey."

The two pictures are indicative of my return to the household duties now expected of me. Once more, i serve as a semi-naked slave and i am happiest when serving my Master who prefers that i wear a loincloth or cincture rather than be totally naked. 

And yes, i have been punished by my new Master. As a slave i expect this to happen.

Final question was will i share my slave experiences through the blog. Frankly, i don't know if this would be of much interest to either my readers or followers. They are entitled to know my present status but i'm not sure if their interest extends beyond that. However, i am happy to answer any questions or reply to comments put to me about my life as a slave.

himar

 

 In service once more:

One thing the pandemic has shown me is that we can't always control events and consequently our lives can be disrupted in ways we never intended.

The long periods of solitary isolation brought this home to me rather forcibly and if I am truthful, I didn't cope well with it. I was born to serve as a slave and the past two years have made me realise that my life without a Master to serve is a barren existence. I need to bow down and subjugate myself to a Master's authority, to serve all his material needs, to accept without question his judgements and if necessary to submit to his rightful punishments.

The long period of isolation has given me the chance to reflect on my life and I have now made the choice to once more serve as a slave. The man who is my Master is not unknown to me; in fact we have known one another for several years and during that time we had a very rewarding and enjoyable sexual relationship. Strange that neither of us had ever thought to advance it beyond that stage and I suppose it was the long periods of solitary confinement that turned our thoughts to becoming Master and slave. 

This wasn't a hasty decision; in fact it was many months in the gestation as we worked through such things as compatibility, our hopes and expectations, setting limits and putting rules in place that would define our future relationship. Finally, after much discussion and deliberation, we realised we needed each other.

I have always likened consensual slavery to the two side of the same coin. The obverse side (heads) reflects the Master while the converse (tails) the slave. Both sides have different meanings; yet each is complementary to the other. That is how I have always viewed my commitment to serving as a slave.

I am happy to announce that I have recently submitted to a strong, powerful Master as his naked slave. Suddenly, I feel 'whole' once more and my life now has meaning and purpose.

This is as it should be - at least for me!

Chris